BMWF Bedlam Part I

Date : 6/7/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Von Braun Civic Center - Huntsville, Alabama

(The show opens inside the Von Braun Civic Center - Huntsville, Alabama. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Von Braun Civic Center in
Huntsville, Alabama, the site for this week's BMWF Bedlam. I'm JR Finnegan
along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

KING: Yeah J...

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

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

(There's a quick flash of pyro. The lights go out completely save for the
bright spot light shining under the stage up towards the roof. There is fog
completely covering the stage. The music sounds like the beat to "Simon
Says" by Pharoahe Monche, however it is heavily distorted electric guitars.
It pauses.)

PA: GET DA RASS UP!

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

PA: TYRONE MON, FEE HIM AH SAY GET DA RASS UP!

(The 'rock remix' of the song continues and the house lights come back on.
Tyrone Smith walks out from the fog with the World Title raised high above
his head. The crowd cheers madly as the new BMWF World Champion walks down
the ramp)

JR: Listen to the crowd here tonight! They are really behind Tyrone, who,
along with Lowedown, put on an amazing match one week ago at Revolution. I
don't think there is anyone in this federation more deserving of this title
right now other than Tyrone. He has really fought adversity to reach the
point where he is now.

King: Yeah, a half-fried moron. Bravo Tyrone!

JR: Oh, King, stop!

(Tyrone climbs into the ring and is handed a microphone by one of the ring
crew. He motions for the crowd to quiet down)

Tyrone: So... dis is how it feels to be World Champ?

(Huge crowd pop)

Tyrone: Easy now, easy... Let yer World Champ speak.. It took me four years.
Four hard, painstakin', sometimes back-breakin' years to reach da top. Hell,
I spent about a year an a half of dat time layin' belly up in hospital
beds... broken ribs, broken neck, coma after coma, glass embedded into skin,
burns, black eyes, busted lips... ya name it, I've had it. An' my only
question now is...

Where da rass is all dem Tyrone doubters at NOW?!

(Crowd pop)

Tyrone: Now Lowedown...

(Crowd pop)

Tyrone: I t'ink 'tis past time me an' him bury da hatchet. Last week, ya saw
me do just dat. I ain't got not'in' but love for him an' wish Brotha Lowe da
best. And if he ever wants a chance at dis belt right hURR...

(Tyrone looks out with a smile)

Tyrone: He'll hafta wait four years!

(Crowd and Tyrone laugh)

Tyrone: Seriously now... Dis is a declaration, an' we all know just how much
Brotha 'Rone LOVES to declare (beep), to ERRYbody in da BMWF. I ain't
runnin', I ain't hidin'... If ya want me or my belt, yer gonna hafta come
d@mn well get it! But ya better prepare for da fight of yer life. Look at
our former champ... Electrocuted to hell. I plan to do much worse to da next
foo' who steps in front of me.

(Crowd pop)

Tyrone: An' one last t'ing... Messenjahs... come (beep) wit' Step Daddy!

(Crowd pop)

Tyrone: Let me show ya who da real (beep)in' messiah is 'round hURR! If dees
lil' punks wanna run 'round hURR wit' druids an' (beep), (beep)in' 'round
wit' people's business, dat's fine... but when dem druids come for me an' my
crew... it's (beep)in' on like a light switch.

JR: A light switch?

King: Oh, JR... you are so not in with the new slang

JR: I suppose not.

Tyrone: So ladies an' gentlemen... Please enjoy da show... OR ELSE!!!

("Tyrone Says" hits the PA once again as Tyrone makes his way out of the
ring and to the backstage area)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Bill Alfonzie...
Hailing from Bombay, India...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Human Highlight Reel" Zabu

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Charlotte, NC...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Rod "The Truth" Killings


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Zabu takes Rod Killings down with a slingshot facebuster.
Numerous fans are using Zabu for target practice.
Zabu hits Rod Killings with a legdrop.
Zabu runs into the ropes.
Zabu uses an Asai moonsault on Rod Killings.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Zabu whips Rod Killings into the ropes.
Zabu hits Rod Killings with a backdrop.
Zabu whips Rod Killings into the ropes, but Rod Killings reverses it.
Rod Killings goes for a hiptoss, but Zabu counters it with a backslide.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Zabu uses a slingshot facebuster on Rod Killings.
Numerous fans are using Zabu for target practice.
Zabu hits Rod Killings with a legdrop.
Zabu uses a dropkick to the knee on Rod Killings.
Zabu goes for a vertical suplex, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings goes for a slap, but Zabu reverses it.
Zabu goes for a backbreaker, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings kicks Zabu.
Rod Killings kicks Zabu.
The crowd is really behind Rod Killings.
Rod Killings hits Zabu with a slap.
Rod Killings goes for a Japanese armdrag takedown, but Zabu counters it with
a lariat.
Zabu goes for a roundhouse right, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings nails Zabu with a series of kicks to the midsection.
The crowd is really behind Rod Killings.
Rod Killings executes an armdrag takedown on Zabu.
Rod Killings hits Zabu with a slap.
Rod Killings attempts to place Zabu on the turnbuckle, but Zabu blocks it.
Rod Killings runs into the ropes.
Zabu hits Rod Killings with an elbow.
Rod Killings springs to his feet.
Rod Killings executes spinning heel kick on Zabu.
The crowd is really behind Rod Killings.
Rod Killings hits Zabu with a series of kicks to the midsection.
There are lots of chants for Rod Killings.
Rod Killings runs into the ropes.
Zabu goes for a dropkick, but Rod Killings side-steps and Zabu only hits air.
Rod Killings sets up Zabu on the turnbuckle.
Rod Killings executes a superplex on Zabu.
The crowd is going crazy.
Rod Killings hoists Zabu high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Za
bu crashing hard to the mat.
Rod Killings chops Zabu.
The crowd is going crazy.
Rod Killings hits Zabu.
Rod Killings has the crowd going wild.
Zabu punches Rod Killings.
Zabu kicks Rod Killings.
Zabu hits a back suplex on Rod Killings.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Zabu runs into the ropes.
Zabu hits Rod Killings with a kick.
Zabu goes for an armbar submission, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings takes Zabu down with a series of kicks to the midsection.
Rod Killings goes for a forearm smash, but Zabu blocks it.
Zabu goes for an armbar submission, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings runs into the ropes.
Rod Killings executes a leg lariat on Zabu.
Rod Killings uses a leg lariat on Zabu.
Rod Killings runs into the ropes.
Zabu misses with a clothesline.
Zabu hits Rod Killings with a backdrop.
Rod Killings falls out of the ring.
Zabu goes for Asai moonsault, but Rod Killings moves out of the way.
Rod Killings throws Zabu into the ringsteps.
Bill Alfonzie comes from behind, but Rod Killings nails Bill Alfonzie.
Zabu whips Rod Killings into the guardrail.
Zabu hits Rod Killings with a spinning leg lariat.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
Zabu climbs back into the ring.
Rod Killings rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Zabu executes the Triple Jump Moonsault on Rod Killings.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Zabu!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing in the hallway somewhere in the Von Braun Civic Center. The camera zooms out, and standing next to him, wearing the BMWF Light-Heavyweight Championship around his waist, is The Judge.)

Bole: Judge, congratulations on your title win against Kolic at Revolution last week!

Judge: Thanks Michael, it's been a while since I've competed for the Light-Heavyweight title, and since I stopped competing, the interest in the light-weight division has slowly declined. But now that everyone's favorite Light-Heavyweight Champ, not to mention the Longest Reigning Light-Heavyweight Champion is back on top, the light-weight division will be brought to new heights, and that Michael, starts tonight!

Bole: Well, tonight you defend your newly won title against Tai Hashi, a former Light-Heavyweight champ. Do you think Tai poses a threat to your title?

Judge: The thing I love about the light-weight division is that it is unpredictable. Each of its competitors is lightning fast and could pull off moves most people couldn't even think of attempting! Tai Hashi is no different...I have no doubt in my mind that Tai will pose a threat here tonight in Huntsville, but the fact of the matter is The Judge is better than Tai Hashi! Don't forget Michael...this isn't my first time as the Light-Heavyweight Champion...I once held this title for 9 months without losing it! Tonight will be nothing more than a walk in the park for me. Now if you'll excuse me Michael, I should go see Aquatic now.

(The Judge walks off as the camera fades.)

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(The brusiertron lights up and Jacklyn J. and Shane are shown in a locker
room watching Shane's match from revolution.)

Jacklyn J.: Look you did excatly what I said you would. You beat Ash and got
back your title with out having to worry about "him". Shane Perish the T.V.
champion is here to stay. You've said it I've said and everyone else will be
saying it. Shane Perish is thye best T.V. champion there is.

Shane: D@mn right. Last monday I showed Ash that this is the real non
watered down me. Some people were calling me a softer gentler side of who I
am. No now they see the real version of me. They're all getting Shane Perish
uncensored now.

Jacklyn J.: You beat one of the greatest wrestlers the BMWF ever produced to
win back your title. You even made him black out. You made him pass out from
pain he couldn't handle it anymore.

Shane: I took Ash to a whole new level. I showed what it means to be in this
business. No there is no one that can take my title from me And I plan to
prove it in the upcoming weeks. I will defend my title and keep everytime.
I will be the longest reigning T.V. champion the company has ever seen and
it all starts here tonight when I go out and defeat Axe.

Jacklyn J.: Thats right. No one will take this title from you baby. Nobody!
You're going to be the longest reigning T.V. chmp just like you siad the
only way you can lose it is if you give it up so tonight after you beat Axe
lets go celebrate.

(Shane and Jacklyn get up and walk out as the camera fades.)

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(The camera cuts backstage where Cheri Runnels is standing next to Dizi. Dizi is looking down, apparently at Cheri's shoes.)

Cheri: Yeah, they were on sale, so I just had to get them...

(The cameraman clears his throat and Cheri jumps, startled to realize that they're rolling. She hastily raises the microphone and smiles into the camera.)

Cheri: We're backstage with Dizi MacPhearson. Dizi, can I get your thoughts on your match from Revolution?

(Dizi smiles brightly at Cheri.)

Dizi: Okay!

(Cheri waits for a minute, but Dizi doesn't go on.)

Cheri: And, your thoughts would be....?

Dizi: About what?

Cheri: Your match from Revolution. Athena Hashi pinned you in the four way Women's Championship match and won the title.

Dizi: Yeah. That kind of sucked.

Cheri: Okay. And do you have any plans now?

Dizi: Well, I think I do want to see Shrek 2. I really liked the first one. You know, that's where I got my entrance music.

Cheri: Okay. Shrek 2. Fine. You didn't win the title, Athena Hashi did. That 'kinda sucked.' And you want to see Shrek 2. Your entrance music is from the first one. Great interview, Dizi. Thanks for your time.

(Cheri turns and storms off leaving a slightly surprised cameraman and more than slightly amused Dizi staring after her. Dizi turns to the cameraman.)

Dizi: Wow. She got cranky all of a sudden. I bet it's because her feet hurt. She has new shoes, you know. Sometimes they hurt your feet until you break them in.

(The cameraman snickers and finally cuts the feed.)

FADE

(The scene switches and shows a Black ferrari 550 maranello pulling into the
arena parking garage. The car coems to a dead halt and the driver side door
opens and out steps Shane Perish with the T.V. title draped over his
shoulder. He grabs a bag out of his car and starts on his way towards the
locker rooms.)

JR: Our New T.V. champion is here tonight folks and he looks ready to defend
his title.

King: Of course he is he's only facing the guy who lost the tag titles at
Revolution.

JR: Anyway it should be a very entertaining match.

King: As compared to what? A Sooner football game. HAHAHAHA!!!

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(The scene opens backstage. Dizi is looking at a poster for Revolution as Donnie walks up to her.)

Donnie: Ready for your match tonight, Diz?

Dizi: This looks like fun...We should go.

Donnie: We did go! You wrestled there...

Dizi: Really? Did I win?

Donnie: No.

Dizi: Bummer.

(Dizi starts to wander away, but Donnie grabs her arm.)

Donnie: No wandering.

Dizi: I’m thirsty.

Donnie: Fine, you stay here, I’ll get you a soda.

Dizi: (smiles) Okay.

(Donnie walks away. Dizi continues to look over pictures and posters on the
wall. Dizi stops at a mirror and fusses with her hair a minute. Tamer walks by
behind her. Dizi catches sight of Tamer in the mirror and turns around.)

Dizi: Hey you!

(Tamer stops and turns around he rolls his eyes when he sees it's Dizi.)

Tamer: What?

Dizi: (smiles slightly) How'd you do at Revolution?

(Tamer is obviously not in the best of moods.)

Tamer: Like you'd remember if I told you...

Dizi: Actually... I was watching on the monitor. Let's see if I remember... (pretends to think hard) I think... you lost your belt.

Tamer: And If I remember correctly, you couldn't even win one!

Dizi: (snaps at him) I'm glad you lost!

Tamer: (getting a little angry) Oh, really?

Dizi: (looks down for a moment) No, not really. (looks back up at him) I wanted you to win.

Tamer: (thrown off a bit) I..I'm sorry. It's just.. well..

(Tamer runs his hand through his hair at a loss for words.)

Dizi: It's okay. I was being mean. But, it's your fault anyway.

(Tamer raises his eyebrow and looks at Dizi.)

Tamer: How is it my fault? You started all this.

(Dizi moves closer to Tamer, puts her hands on her hips and looks up at him.)

Dizi: You stood me up! You were supposed to take me for a ride on your motorcycle and out to dinner and you never did!

Tamer: You're joking, right?

Dizi: What? You don't even remember? (shakes her head) And you said I couldn't remember anything!

(Tamer moves very close to Dizi and stares right into Dizi's eyes.)

Tamer: Oh, I remember...I remember that the Urban Legends beat the hell out of Prime Time that night. So I was a bit pre-occupied. Not to mention You're the one that never showed up!

(Dizi looks up at Tamer, slightly puzzled as though trying to remember.)

Tamer: (sighs) Look, I don't have time for this... I've got a lot more important things to handle.

Dizi: Like what?

(Tamer moves very close to Dizi and stares right at her.)

Tamer: My brother, Vern, is still missing. I'm practically running a stable now. And, to top it all off, these new Messenjah's guys are on my back.

(Dizi, still staring at Tamer, smiles slightly.)

Dizi: You have blue eyes.

Tamer: Uh..What?

Dizi: Your eyes are blue. But, when you start to get angry, they turned a very interesting green color.

Tamer: Okay.

Dizi: Do you have a girlfriend?

Tamer: No...

Dizi: Good....

Tamer: You okay there, Danielle?

Dizi: Oh, I’m fine.

(Tamer and Dizi just look into each others eyes.)

Tamer: You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?

Dizi: Nope..

Tamer: Good..

(Tamer smiles and so does Dizi. Just as they begin to lean towards each
other, Donnie walks up with a soda.)

Donnie: Here, Diz. Oh, hi, Tamer.

(Tamer and Dizi glance at Donnie, then lock eyes with each other again.)

Tamer: Hey.

(Dizi slowly breaks her stare from Tamer and looks at Donnie.)

Dizi: Ooh, my soda!

(Dizi grabs her drink. Donnie looks at Dizi then at Tamer then back at Dizi.)

Donnie: Well, Tamer. You probably have things to attend to, so...

(Tamer is still looking at Dizi. Tamer shakes his head and nods at Donnie.)

Tamer: Oh yeah. You’re right. I gotta go..get ready..for things..

Dizi: You’re going to leave?

Tamer: Well, I don’t have..uh..um..yeah. I’ll see you around.

Dizi: Okay. (takes a sip of her soda, then smiles at Tamer) We should hang out.

Tamer: Yes. Yeah. We should. You and your brother should come over to the PT
mansion in Cali.

Dizi: Mansion?

Tamer: Yeah, we have a pool and everything.

Dizi: Jammin.

Tamer: Good. I’ll have Clancy get things set up.

(Tamer is walking backwards away from Dizi. He bumps into a table then waves
and turns and walks away.)

Donnie: You know, he's the guy who stood you up.

Dizi: I know.

Donnie: So, why are you hanging around him?

Dizi: I like him...

(Dizi keeps looking in the direction Tamer went and smiles as we fade.)

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

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

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

LILLY: Her opponent...
From Trier, Germany...
Weighing in at 143 pounds...

Jacklyne J.

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

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

("Points of Authority" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Jacklyn J. comes
from behind the curtain and walks down the ramp. She reaches the ring and
rolls in. Jacklyn jumps onto a turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd. Jacklyn
does a backflip to get off and she waits for the match to start.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Jacklyne J. takes Dizi down with a dropkick.
Jacklyne J. uses a dropkick on Dizi.
Jacklyne J. gets a figure-four leglock on Dizi.
Jacklyne J. lets go after 13 seconds.
Jacklyne J. puts Dizi in a sleeperhold.
Dizi makes it to the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Dizi nails Jacklyne J. with a drop toehold.
Dizi executes a dropkick on Jacklyne J..
Dizi catches Jacklyne J. in an armlock leglock submission.
Jacklyne J. is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Jacklyne J. tries to escape the hold.
Jacklyne J. reaches the ropes after being trapped for 14 seconds.
Dizi catches Jacklyne J. in an armlock leglock submission.
Jacklyne J. makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Dizi goes for leg scissors, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. hits a swinging neckbreaker on Dizi.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Jacklyne J. takes Dizi down with a dropkick.
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Jacklyne J. executes a monkey flip on Dizi.
Jacklyne J. hits Dizi with a dropkick.
Jacklyne J. goes for a pumphandle suplex, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi uses a snapmare on Jacklyne J..
Dizi takes Jacklyne J. down with a dropkick.
A small "Dizi" chant is being started.
Dizi covers Jacklyne J..
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dizi hoists Jacklyne J. high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Jac
klyne J. crashing hard to the mat.
A small "Dizi" chant is being started.
Dizi nails Jacklyne J. with a snapmare.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. hits Dizi with a shoulderblock.
Jacklyne J. executes a twisting moonsault on Dizi.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Jacklyne J. executes a monkey flip on Dizi.
Jacklyne J. takes Dizi down with a huricanrana.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Jacklyne J. hoists Dizi high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Diz
i crashing hard to the mat.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Jacklyne J. with a shoulderblock.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Jacklyne J. with a kick.
Dizi takes Jacklyne J. down with a dropkick.
Dizi hoists Jacklyne J. high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Jac
klyne J. crashing hard to the mat.
Dizi uses a snapmare on Jacklyne J..
Dizi takes Jacklyne J. down with a snapmare.
Dizi goes for a dropkick, but Jacklyne J. side-steps and Dizi only hits air.
Jacklyne J. gives the sign for the Code Red.
Jacklyne J. executes the Code Red on Dizi.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, Donnie MacPhearson distracts Bart Farinus.
Donnie MacPhearson enters the ring and hits Jacklyne J. with a chair.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dizi.
Jacklyne J. is out cold.
Dizi executes an inside cradle on Jacklyne J..
There is no referee to count.
Bart Farinus is back on the job.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Dizi executes the Dizi Sleeper on Jacklyne J..
Bart Farinus asks Jacklyne J. if she's had enough.
Jacklyne J. shakes her head.
Bart Farinus tells Jacklyne J. to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Jacklyne J. nods.
Bart Farinus asks Jacklyne J. if she's had enough.
Jacklyne J. shakes her head.
Jacklyne J. tries to fight the pain.
Jacklyne J. submits after 33 seconds.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dizi.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Dizi!

JR: THAT MATCH WAS SO GREAT KING THAT WE NEED TO GO TO COMMERCIAL TO RECOVER!!

King: Yeah, so all the people have time to return from the bathroom!!

(The camera fades out of Bedlam and goes to commercial. The scene transitions showing two children laying on the floor playing with wrestling figures on a bridge playset.)

Commercial Narrator (R Lee Ermey): ISN’T IT HIGH TIME THAT YOUR CHILDREN HAD SOMETHING WORTH PLAYING WITH?!

(The camera pans to show Bob “Box” Bartelstein standing up over the children holding up a box that reads, “Box Drives Tyrone Smith Over A Bridge”.)

Box: Well let me introduce to you the all new BMWF Action Figure playset. BOX DRIVES TRYONE SMITH OVER A BRIDGE!!!

(The camera quickly pans down to show the children, one dressed like Box and the other dressed like Tyrone, gleely reliving the moment that Box drove Tyrone Smith over a bridge.)

Little Box: SEE YOU IN HELL TYRONE!!!

Little Tyrone: OH MY RASS!! I’LL NEED TO LEARN HOW TO SWIM RASS FIRE STYLE NOW!!

Little Box: THE WINNER….AND NNEEEEWWW BMWF HARDCORE CHAMPION…BOB “BOX” BARTELSTEIN!!

(The camera now pans up to show Box standing at the edge of the very same bridge in Japan that he drove Tyrone off.)

Box: That’s right parents. Your children can reenact one of the greatest moments in BMWF history. Now you can instill the same values in your children that I attempt to every single Bedlam, Live and Pay Per View.

(The camera cuts to various scenes from Box’s matches of smashing The Headhunter, Dreadnaught, Tyrone Smith, and Drummer with his black aluminum baseball bat.)

Box: All it takes is the right toys to get their attention. My father raised me around baseball bats and look how I turned out….

(Box lifts up the BMWF Hardcore Championship and the BMWF Tag Team Championship.)

(The camera switches back to Box with the little children dressed like Box and Tyrone.)

Box: In this case, it isn’t about THE RATINGS!! IT’S ALL ABOUT THE FUN NOW!!

Little Tyrone: YEAH, FUN!!!

Little Box: NO, IT’S ALL ABOUT THE RATINGS, STUPID!!!

(Box looks down at Little Box.)

Box: Spoken like a true prodigy.

(Box looks at the camera.)

Box: NOW GO TO YOUR NEAREST TOY STORE AND HAVE FUN……THE CHICAGO WAY!!!!

(Camera fades to show just the playset.)

Commercial Narrator (R Lee Ermey): THE ALL NEW BMWF BOX DRIVES TRYONE SMITH OVER A BRIDGE PLAYSET!! FIGURES SOLD SEPERATELY!! NOW QUIT WATCHING THE BOOB TUBE, RUN OUT TO YOUR TOY STORE…AFTER BEDLAM OF COURSE…..AND REMEMBER, HAVE FUN……THE CHICAGO WAY!!!

(The scene opens up inside the locker room of "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi and "The Woman's Champion" Athena Hashi. Tai Hashi is punching and kicking the air wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, Athena is sitting at a make-up desk in front of a mirror with lights around the edge in a celebrity style manner, her title belt sits on the side.)

Tai Hashi: I can't believe the ordasity of this guy, running over a girl! What a...

Athena Hashi: Why don't you get that out of your head and focus on what's coming up tonight, that's you're Light-Heavyweight title shot.

Tai Hashi: Yeah, it's more important than that piece of...

(There's a knock on the door.)

Tai Hashi: Blooming hell, can't a guy finish a sentance around here? Come in!

(The door opens and Slim Jim Sullivan walks in.)

Athena Hashi: Well if it isn't the second member of the BMWF O.A.P foundation!

Tai Hashi: Who's the first?

Athena Hashi: Judge Moody, ha ha, just playing with ya' Slim, take a seat.

(Athena applies her last bits of eye shadow and then joins Slim on the couch.)

Athena Hashi: So, what can I do for you Slim?

Slim Jim Sullivan: Last week on Revolution, we saw you become the Woman's Champion for the first time, did this come as a surprise to you or were you confident going into the match-up?

Athena Hashi: To be totally honest, it came as a real surprise. I went into the match not thinking about the Woman's Championship, I just walked down the ramp and focus on the match as if it were a normal singles match. Then I fought my way through the match, I found my opportunity and I took it, and thanks to that strategy now I am the BMWF Woman's Champion!

Slim Jim Sullivan: What are your thoughts on the latest rumours that Board of Directors could be dropping the Woman's Championship?

Athena Hashi: I will be the first to admit that the Woman's Championship is lacking, it's a far cry from what it used to be in the days of Flame, Wren SilverPhoenix and Rachel Pitt. But that's why Athena Hashi is here, to save the day! The reason why the Woman's division is going a$$ backwards is because of the lack of entertainment in the division! I plan on bringing some entertainment to the Woman's Division in the ring and out! In the next few days I will conjure up something in the Hashi Magic Pot and I will make sure the Woman's Division becomes more entertaining for the fans.

Slim Jim Sullivan: Now that you've achieved the Woman's Championship, what's your next goal?

Athena Hashi: I'm not going to say a next goal, the next goal will come to me. Now, if you'll excuse me Slim, I have a match I have to get dressed for.

(Tai Hashi itnerrupts in the background.)

Tai Hashi: And no! You can't watch, okay Slim!!!! Just kidding.

Slim Jim Sullivan: But Athena, what do you mean by...

Athena Hashi: There's the door grandpa.

(Slim Jim reluctantly leaves the room as Athena looks in the wardrobe for her wrestling attire.)

>>>

(Aquatic is walking around backstage, and she takes out her PDA.)

Aquatic: let's just check this out….match against Athena and Moody, okay cool….Spoon vs. Zeke….me and Dizi need to talk….Axe vs. Perish, TV title….and Judge vs. Tai, LH title. A very busy night indeed.

(Aquatic flips shut the PDA and begins to leave the area when her cell phone rings.)

Aquatic: (turning it on) Hello? Jarrett? OH MY GOSH JARRETT! I haven't talked to you, honey! How are you? Good? Think you'll be a naturalized citizen soon?….end of the month you'll be back? Oh that's wonderful! I can't wait! Oh you can't talk anymore now? That's all right. See you then!

(Aquatic shuts her cell phone, and Slim Jim apporaches her.)

Slim Jim: Hey Aquatic. I guess you don't want an interview, seeing how you hate me and stuf-

Aquatic: OH SLIM! YOU WONDERFUL MAN! (Aquatic grabs Slim Jim and kisses him) MY HUSBAND IS COMING HOME! MY HUSBAND IS COMING HOME!

(Aquatic skips off happily as Slim Jim look bewildered.)

FADE

>>>

JR: I am recieving word that Michael Bole is standing by with Pain in the backstage area.

King: Let's go there then... You know Pain doesn't like to be kept waiting!!!!

(The Bruisertron shows Pain standing beside Michael Bole. Pain looks directly into the camera as Bole begins to talk.)

Bole: Last week Pain, you pulled what many out there feel was an upset. What are your thoughts on this?

Pain: Reno was the beginnning.... The destruction of the former Pretty Boy was the start of my sacrifices..... More will come... The pain that I inflect on whoever I face is the fault of the fans.... They have made me into this... They are to blame for me becoming a monster... And it is because of this... All their favorites are now.... In danger.... Who will I strike next? When will I strike next? Will it be tonight? Will it be tomorrow? Or will I just lay in wait? For me to know... And the world to find out....

Bole: Are there any titles in the future for Pain?

Pain: If they come they come.... But I have this one thing laying in the back of my mind....

Bole: And that being?

Pain: I have unfinished business with someone from the bWo....

Bole: Not Lowedown again?

Pain: No... You will find out when the time is right.

(Pain walks away as Bole stands by.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 375 pounds...

"The Big Dead Machine" Pain

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as flames shoot up through the rampway. Pain steps through the flames and walks quickly towards the ring. He steps over the top rope. He walks towards the referee who quickly exits the ring. Pain stands in the center of the ring and raises his arms. When he drops them flames shoot from the cornerposts.)

Pain: Ravven... Two of a kind we are.... You feel pain... I am walking pain.... Irony, that we meet in the ring. But the irony is when I get my hands on the one man that dodged me from the bWo.

JR: Who is he talking about?

King: I don't know JR... Maybe he will tell us.

Pain: You know who you are.... I am coming for you.... I am coming for you and your blood... And if anything else comes with that.... Then that will also become mine.... You will see me sooner than you ever dreamed... I am the man that walks your dreams... I am the nightmare that walks on land... I will destroy you!!!! When all is said and done... (Pain begins to smile for the first time) I will have everything that makes you happy....

(Pain begins to laugh hysterically.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Fighting out of Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Ravven


*DING DING*

R: There's the bell!
Ravven goes for a kneelift, but Pain side-steps and Ravven only hits air.
Pain catches Ravven in a choke lift.
Len Stanley warns Pain to let go.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Len Stanley warns Pain.
Pain smacks Ravven with a devastating clothesline .
Pain hits a forearm to the back on Ravven.
Pain smacks Ravven with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.
Pain whips Ravven into the ropes.
Pain hits Ravven with an elbow.
Pain uses a forearm to the back on Ravven.
Pain whips Ravven into the ropes, but Ravven reverses it.
Pain hits Ravven with a clothesline.
Pain goes for a punch, but Ravven reverses it.
Ravven throws Pain into the turnbuckle, but Pain reverses it.
Ravven comes back, but is met with a clothesline.
Pain hits Ravven with a backbreaker.
The chants for Pain are deafening.

JR: Pain has Ravven by the hair.

King: I love it when he gets that look in his good eye.

JR: Pain just hoisted Ravven on his shoulfer.... RUNNING POWERSLAM!!!! HE COULD AHVE BROKEN RAVVEN'S BACK!!!!

King: It could not have happened to a better man then.

JR: Pain is literally stalking Ravven.

King: Pain becareful of the stalking laws!!!

JR: Pain sends Ravven over the top rope with a clothesline.

King: Pain is a gentleman... He just went out to help Ravven back in.

JR: Pain just sent Ravven chest first into the ring apron.

King: I think he knocked the wind out of FRavven.

JR: Pain is lifting Ravven up on his shoulder... RAVVEN IS RAMMED INTO THE RINGPOST SHOULDER FIRST!!!!!

JR: Pain has Ravven in trouble... CORINARY!!!!!

King: You know what follows next!!!!!

JR: CHOKESLAM TO HELL!!!!!

King: I love it!!!!

JR: The crowd is on its feet cheering for Pain.
Pain goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Pain.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Pain!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage to show the Women's locker room door. The Judge appears in front of the door and knocks on it. Judge Moody answers the door and looks a little less than amused at who is in front of it.)

Moody: What do you want?

Judge: Nothing you can help me with...I'm looking for Aquatic.

Moody: Well why are you here, shouldn't you be looking in the Men's Locker room?

Judge: Very funny Moody...is she here or isn't she?

Moody: She isn't, but if I could give you a little piece of advice, I'd ditch Aquatic before it's too late.

Judge: What do you mean?

Moody: I mean after tonight, Aquatic will be nothing more than a piece of roadkill on a highway! If it wasn't for her blatant double-teams on me at Revolution last week, I would still be the Women's Champion right now! But tonight this triple threat match will solve everything...I will be able to get a piece of the current Women's champion and the woman who cost me my Women's title!

Judge: Look Moody...the better woman won...there's nothing you can do about it.

Moody: Nothing I can do about it? Judge, tonight you'll see what I can do about it, and you won't like it at all! Tonight I'm going to tear Aquatic and Athena Hashi to shreds, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(With that, Judge Moody slams the locker room door in The Judge's face.)

Judge: Darn...should've gotten that copyrighted!

(The Judge walks away in disgust as the camera fades.)

>>>

(Tobey Miliken shows up in the back of the arena. He has with him Misty Rivers who is looking radiant tonight. Bole runs up for an interview.)

Bole: Tobey, you have the bandages off, you look great and ...

Misty: And what about me Bole?

Bole: You always look great.

Tobey: Put your tongue back in your mouth Bole. Tonight I have a match with Levon. Tonight I am 100 percent focused. I will let nothing or no one stop me from beating my opponent. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to my dressing room.

(Tobey leaves)

Bole: Well, he seems a bit irritated.

Misty: A BIT? His manager turns on him. His tag team partner turned on him and who the heck are the Messenjahs? I swear you miss one week and suddenly you are totally out of the loop.

Bole: How is Tobey doing?

Misty: Well as you can see his looks are great and he is ready to go. Now if you'll excuse me.

Bole: WOW... what a woman.

JR: We have been told that the Urban Legends will be here…

King: There they are!

(Up on the stage of the Bruisertron, explosions of pyro pour from the stage. The screen shows images of the streets combined with highlights of all the Urban Legends, including Lowedown. The Urban Legends logo flashes on the screen as Levon Jones, Dreadnaught, Reno, and Mafioso all appear on the top of the stage. They are all dressed in suits as they walk down to the ring.)

JR: Where is Lowedown?

King: Maybe he quit them already!

JR: Well we know Black will be out for a while!

(All the men get into the ring and Dreadnaught calls for a mic.)

Dreadnaught: First things first, I know that my record lately ain’t been outstanding! But, the pieces are assembled now, and this puzzle is complete! I am telling your right now, things is about to get real UGLY around here! And not for the Urban Legends, but for everyone else! Now, let me introduce you to the last piece…my brother from another mother…LOWEDOWN!

PA: YA FEEL ME?

(“Feverdog” by Stillwater blasts through the arena, and Lowedown and Flame emerge on stage. Lowedown is in a suit, and Flame stands in front of him as he makes his way down to the ring. Lowedown gets in the ring and shakes the hands of all the other members of the Urban Legends.)

Dreadnaught: Let me welcome you to the family Lowedown! But, before we commence with the introductions, we are gonna split this family right down the middle!

JR: What is he talking about?

King: I think he has been drinking Reno’s Kool-Aid!

Dreadnaught: Listen, this is a big pool of talent, and we ain’t yet shown the world what we can do! And I know exactly why!

(Jones looks very upset, but Black tries to calm him down.)

Dreadnaught: Jones, this is the perfect time to do this, so just listen up for a few! In this ring right now, we got a huge amount of talent, but we need to get focused! So, this is what’s gonna happen! You two, and when Scrappy and Black return, four, are superstars in the making! You will be legends…

King: Maybe somewhere else!

Dreadnaught: But right now, you need to climb the mountain! But, what you guys have is the street. These people respect you, and the streets don’t lie! So, from this point on, you are the Urban Squad! You are lethal edge of the sword that will cut down those that oppose us! And there is no doubt when I say this, that the man to lead this group, is Black!

(Dreadnaught looks directly into the camera.)

Dreadnaught: Black, I know you are out right now, but you have emerged as a leader, and now is your time! You may have had a rocky road there at Revolution, but that is what happens to leaders. It is not what happens to you, but what you do with it! NOW IS YOUR TIME BLACK! I want you to lead these men to Legendary status! Are you up for the challenge?

(Dreadnaught stares intently.)

Dreadnaught: I know you are! Know that I ain’t giving you anything, you earned it! And don’t think we are forgetting about you! We got your back, you just need to let us know! So, go make this pack of Urban warriors and make them legends!

(Dreadnaught puts the mic down and paces around the ring. He finally settles down and looks right into the camera.)

Dreadnaught: And that leaves the Dread-daddy, Reno, and Lowedown! Now, you see, we are legends in this industry. We are the forefathers of pain and innovation, so we will be known as the Legend Squad!

JR: They have split the Urban Legends right down the middle!

(Reno looks confused and approaches Dread and Lowedown.)

Reno: Dreadnaught, the name is not fitting of our mission!

Dreadnaught: What are you talkin’ ‘bout Reno?

Lowedown: Dread, I think he’s right!

Dreadnaught: Well what do you propose, Reno?

Reno: The only name that fits our mission of retribution is the Church of Legends! We will preach the good word, and strike down all those in our path! They that commit sins against us shall be punished, and taken to the final judge!

Dreadnaught: Reno, people call you crazy, but that is an outstanding suggestion! We now present to you the evolution of the Urban Legends. You got the fire and desire of the Urban Squad. And the wisdom and vengeance of the Church of Legends! Tonight we divide and conquer the BMWF! We came to bring the pain!

(Dreadnaught looks around as Lowedown reaches out for the microphone and asks to speak his mind. Dread tosses the microphone to Lowedown as Flame leans against her husband...)

JR:The former World champion has something to say here tonight!

King:Either he's going to complain about Tyrone beating him was a fluke or that he was too tired of being electrocuted and passed out!

JR:Never count Lowedown out King! Lowedown was a great World champion and someday he may be the World champion again!

King:Well, he's got the microphone so let's hear what he has to say I guess.

(Lowedown pauses as he listens to the crowd chanting his name. Lowedown brings his hand up and attempts to quiet the fans down...)

Lowedown:Before I go any further, I just want to tell Tyrone that he is a deserving World champion and I was glad to be in the main event against him! Tyrone, I am glad to see you are finally at the top of the mountain and I wish you the best of luck because you have become the hunted my friend. I'm also glad we finally buried the hatchet because people were beginning to think we would never be friends again.

King:And I was one of them! HAHAHA!

Lowedown:Tyrone, I want you to enjoy that fifteen pounds of gold for as long as you can my friend because quite frankly...I'm in the mood for something else to sink my teeth into.

JR:What does he mean by that?

King:I'm not sure! It sounds like something he would say though.

Lowedown:You see, now that I am no longer the World champion...I have other things on my mind. Allow me to tell you exactly what's on my mind peeps! What's on my mind is just beating the everlovin'...pardon my blasphemos words reno...hell out of each and everybody who isn't down the Church of Legends!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:I know some of you are asking yourselves why I'm not going after another title right? Well, allow me answer that one for you. I've been there and I've done that. I've held multiple titles at multiple times and now...now it's all about just plain out whoopin' some @$$! Ya feel me peeps?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:You look at Dread, Reno, myself, Tunney, Mafioso, Levon, and Black and you see the real deals here! None of the old bWo, Union, Prime Time, or any copycat garbage that has been used and abused by these over-rated, low class, no class, mid-carder, candy @$$ chumps here in the BMWF! These boys are here to handle business and make their opponents testify before we make them pay for their sins! And let me tell you something about the Church of Legends right here tonight! We step into this ring and we call it our confessional! We will purge you of all your sins...only after we've kicked your @$$...ALL OVER THE ARENA! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA! 

(The Urban Legends montage plays on the Bruisertron again as the men leave the ring and pose as they walk up the ramp.)

>>>

(The scene opens up backstage of the Von Braun Civic Center, Athena Hashi is on her way to the main arena for her match, she has the Woman's Championship around her waist, she turns a corner and all of a sudden, accidentally bumps into The Judge. The Judge has the Light-Heavyweight Championship around his waist.)

Athena Hashi: Oh...urm...I'm sorry...

The Judge: That's okay, you're Athena Hashi aren't you?

(Athena smiles and nods her head.)

The Judge: I'm a fan of yours.

Athena Hashi: Really!?!

The Judge: Yeah, you totally deserve that Woman's Championship, just don't tell Aquatic or Judge Moody I said that. You know what would be really cool though?

Athena Hashi: What's that?

The Judge: Me and you hanging out, Champion and Championette, The Judge and Athena Hashi, we'd make a great pair.

(Athena brushes her hair behind her ears and nervously smiles.)

Athena Hashi: Urm..huh.

(A loud voice is heard behind Athena's back. It's Tai Hashi.)

Tai Hashi: HEY! HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!?

(Tai pushes gets into The Judge's face.)

The Judge: Whoa, calm down, man. We were just talking.

Tai Hashi: Yeah, just talking!?! Look dude, me and you face each other tonight for that gold you have around your waist...if you touch my girl then that will give me an even bigger excuse to break every bone inside your body! Ya' hear me?

The Judge: I meant no harm, Tai.

(The Judge backs off a little.)

The Judge: But make sure you know this...the belt is mine and I have no intention on giving it to anybody else! And Tai,...THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge walks away, he turns around for a second.)

The Judge: Oh yeah, Athena, remember what I said.

(The Judge walks away, Athena makes her way to the BruiserTron entrance while Tai stands in the corridors with his hands on his hips.)

LILLY: This contest is a non-title-triangle match scheduled for one fall.

From Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 137 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Athena Hashi

("Riot Girl" by Good Charlotte begins to blare through the PA systems. The arena lights flash green and purple violently. Athena Hashi walks out from behind the curtains to a big pop from the crowd, she wears her Woman's Championship firmly around her waist. Athena stops on the top of the ramp, she pulls her belt off from around her waist and raises it in the air before bringing it back down and kissing it. Athena then sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring. She climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises her belt into the air once more, she jumps down, hands the belt to the referee and waits for the match to begin.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Hailing from Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Judge Moody

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

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

Moody: Aquatic, everyone at Revolution last week, everyone here tonight in this dumpy town, and both you, Dizi, and Athena all know I would still be Women's Champion right now if it wasn't for your blatant double-teaming! You two thought you actually had a chance of winning that way, and sure you succeeding in taking away the Women's title from me, but you two idiots couldn't even walk out with the Women's title around one of your waists! Well tonight I set things straight and start my path back towards the title! Oh, and if you stupid hicks don't agree with me, that's too bad, because THAT...IS...FINAL!

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

LILLY: Their opponent...
Hailing 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: Tonight….tonight I am very focused…..the woman's title is not up for grabs, and I recognize this. I also recognize that Dizi's other manager besides me, Donnie, screwed me, and therefore our alliance. I am not bitter…..but I will show why that is unacceptable. I will win this match….I will go on to see Witherspoon win, whether or not Ezekiel has his heavenly help….I will see Judge retain….and I will see Axe take home a new belt. The beginning of an era is here to allow me to forget past faillures….any person who deviates from the new world order-not the group, fools-should be prepared to…

Crowd/Aquatic: FEEL MY PAIN!

Aquatic: Excellent pop! You people are on target tonight! (Aquatic chucks the mike)


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Athena Hashi locks up with Judge Moody, Athena hits three forearm shots to her face, the woman's Champ then whips Moody into the ropes, Moody runs back and is met with a huge stiff martial arts kick to the face! Aquatic surprisingly jumps off the top rope and lands on Athena's back, she doesn't fall, Aquatic holds on wrapping her arms around Athena's head tightly. Athena backs off into the corner squashing the Eco-System's former manager.

Aquatic uses an eye poke on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic whips Athena Hashi into the ropes.
Aquatic misses with an elbow.
Aquatic hits Athena Hashi with a clothesline.
Athena Hashi falls out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, Athena Hashi reenters the ring.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic further incites the crowd.
Aquatic hits a dropkick on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Aquatic whips Athena Hashi into the ropes.
Aquatic hits Athena Hashi with a backdrop.
Athena Hashi hits Judge Moody with a kick.
Athena Hashi goes for an arm bar, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody takes Athena Hashi down with a DDT.
Judge Moody whips Athena Hashi into the ropes.
Athena Hashi hits Judge Moody with a kick.
Athena Hashi goes for spinning heel kick, but Judge Moody side-steps and
Athena Hashi only hits air.
Judge Moody is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Judge Moody whips Athena Hashi into the ropes.
Athena Hashi hits Judge Moody with a clothesline.
Judge Moody falls out of the ring.
Athena Hashi rolls out under the bottom rope.
Athena Hashi grabs a chair.
Athena Hashi takes a running start and springs off the chair.
Athena Hashi takes Judge Moody down with a senton.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Athena Hashi goes for the Athena-Sault, but Judge Moody counters it with
a knee pull-up.
Judge Moody almost takes Athena Hashi's head off with a clothesline
Judge Moody gets back into the ring.
Athena Hashi rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Judge Moody is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Athena Hashi sets up a ladder and hits the opponent with a moonsault.
She goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Athena Hashi nails Judge Moody with a roundhouse kick.
There is no crowd reaction.
Athena Hashi executes the Athena-Sault on Judge Moody.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Athena Hashi goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Athena Hashi!

JR: Athena Hashi pulls of an impressive victory, her first win since winning the Woman's Championship.
(Athena Hashi rolls out of the ring and picks up her belt from the timekeepers table, Athena raises it in the air before bringing it back down and kissing it. She wraps the belt around her waist and gives the fans hi-fives as she makes her way up the ramp.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens in front of the men's bathroom. A toilet is heard flushing
and the door opens. Tyrone Smith walks out with his World Title. Michael
Bole is quickly on the scene)

Bole: Tyrone! Tyrone!

Tyrone: Ya... waited outside da bat'room for me?

Bole: You brought your world title with you to the bathroom...

Tyrone: (shrugs) Good point... What's up?

Bole: Can I get the first interview with the new champ?

Tyrone: Ya mean da new BMWF World Heavyweight Champion of.. um... da...
World...?

(The two look around as there's an awkward pause)

Bole: SO! After four years of clawing and scratching to get to the top, how
does it feel?

Tyrone: "Clawin' an' scratchin'"? I wish 'twas dat easy! Da sacrifices I've
made, da challenges I've faced... I set my house on fire, for cryin' out
loud, dawg. Everyt'in' "Dat D@mn Jamaican's" been t'ru, I knew in da pit of
my heart dat dare was no way I wasn't walkin' out wit' dis belt at
Revolution.

Bole: We saw you come out at the top of the show and declare to the entire
federation that you'll be a fighting champ. How true will you be to your
word.

Tyrone: Now, Mikey... how long have we known each other?

Bole: Um... since you got here in 2000.

Tyrone: Dat's righ'... even when I was Da Wrath of Hell, righ'?

Bole: Yes...

Tyrone: Have I ever pulled a Black an' backed down from my word?

Bole: I can't say you have.

Tyrone: Den what makes ya t'ink I'ma start now? If anybody wants a shot at
me, dey first hafta prove demselve to me.. I ain't gonna let every Dawg an'
Black an' G.I. Broni...

KING: G.I. Broni's been dead for years!!!

Tyrone: ...come run t'eir (beep) at me an' 'spect to get a title shot. But
if it's a legit mudda (beep)a, den bring yo' (beep). I'll serve yer @$$
quick.

Bole: Ok, tonight you and Tamer face two steadfast members of your past:
Scotty Scott, your mentor, and Master Z, the one BMWF Legend you have yet to
beat.

Tyrone: An' I'll neva beat Lowedown for da world title eit'er. Blah blah
blah. Bole, yer livin' in da extreme past. What ya see t'night is da BMWF's
geriatrics, Scotty Scott an' Masta Z goin' 'gainst da best young talent dis
fed has in my boy Tame-izzle, an' da undisputed World Heavyweight
Champion.... ME!

Bole: No fears of facing your mentor or the man who gave you your most
embarrassing beating in your career?

Tyrone: Well, actually, now dat ya've asked.... NO! Should I have any reason
to be scURRed of any man in dis fed? NO! I'm da rass world champ. Da
Toppest-@$$ dawg ya'll find in da yard. An' just so ya know... All bets are
off wit' Scotty t'night, Bole.. An'... I'ma make "Masta" Z my lil' slave
t'night!

JR: WHOA!!!

Tyrone: Now, if ya 'scuse me Mikey boy, I gotta go find my dawg Tamer.

(Tyrone walks away after shaking Bole's hand)

Bole: JR, back to you.

>>>
 

(The Brusiertron lights and shows Witherspoon walking down a hall.
Witherspoon turns a corner and bumps into Shane Perish. Shane's T.V. title
almost slips off his shoulder but he catches it before it happens.
Witherspoon looks down at Shane and shrugs it off.)

Witherspoon: Excuse me Perish.

(Shane puts his arm out. Witherspoon stops and looks down at Perish's arm.)

Witherspoon: Is there something I can help you with?

Shane: Yeah you can Shrek!

Witherspoon: What did you call me?

Shane: I called you Shrek you freakin Ogre! You need to watch where you're
walking. You're lucky I'm in a good enough mood to let you walk away from
this.

Witherspoon. Why don't you walk away while you still can, Champ.

Shane: Hey look Reese, how about you do yourself a favor and walk away
before I throw you away.

Witherspoon: Why did you just call me Reese?

Shane: The actress Reese Witherspoon, You'd think with how big your head is
you'd have a brain to make connections guess not.

Witherspoon: Look since this is your first night holding the title after
your win I'm going to Let you enjoy it.

Shane: Whatever you need to say to make yourself feel better. Now if you'l
excuse me I need to go talk with some intelligent people.

(Shane walks off. Witherspoon takes Shane's title from his shoulder. Shane
stops dead and turns around to look Witherspoon straight in the eyes.)

Shane: You better hand that back if you know whats good for you.

Witherspoon: I knew you couldn't hold onto the title but man that was easy.
I'll make you a deal "Sy". I'll hand you back the title if you're willing to
defend it against me at the next pay-per-view.

Shane: I'll defend it against you but It'll be my stips. Fair enough?

(Witherspoon puts the title onto Shane shoulder with excessive force.)

Witherspoon: Fair enough.

(Witherspoon walks off as the camera re-centers on Shane.)

JR: Does Witherspoon just know what he asked for?

King: I don't think he cares he's huge JR.

(The camera fades out as Shane turns and walks off.)

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****VRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrr VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr*****

(The thunderous sound of a motorcycle is heard as Jerry “the Sledge” Girbowski is seen pulling into the parking area. He quickly pulls into a parking space and kills his engine.)

Sledge: Well so far so good…..

(Sledge dismounts his bike and starts to fiddle with his saddle bags….)

Sledge: it’s almost the end of the day and nobody’s remembered that it’s my birthday….

(Sledge slings his saddle bags over his shoulder, and unhooks his new BMWF Tag belt from his gas tank.)

Sledge: Well I suppose…

***SPLAT***

(Sledge is hit in the face by a flying pie…)

Sledge: WHAT THE **BEEP*!!!!

(El Cruz Blanco, Bob “Box” Bartelstein, and White Lightning all step into the scene as Sledge cleans his face.)

Cruz: HA HA!!! Gotchoo mahn…..

(A look of anger comes over Sledge’s face…)

Cruz: uh-oh….

(Cruz turns tail and runs as Sledge takes off adter him…. The camera pans to White Lightning and Box…. White Lightning begins to speak but Box puts a finger up and cuts him off…)

Box: Yes…. That’s normal… it happens every year….

(Again White Lightning goes to speak, but Box cuts him off…)

Box: just let them go… eventually Sledge will get bored or Cruz will slip….

(One more time White Lightning goes to speak and Box stops him….)

Box: I used to mess with him too…. But really it’s just much more fun to watch him and Raul….

(Cruz runs in between Box and the camera…)

Cruz: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

White Lightning: I can understand that….

(Sledge now runs between his team mates and the camera….)

Sledge: YOU’RE **BEEP**IN DEAD!!!!

(White Lightning bends over and picks up the pie pan that hit Sledge…. When he stands he yells…)

White Lightning: RAUL YOU IDIOT!!!!!! IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE A CREAM PIE!!!!! NOT A HOT APPLE PIE!!!!!!

(El Cruz Blanco slips in an oil puddle in the background, and Sledge pounces on him as the camera fades….)

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer
is doing some sit-ups when Clancy rushes in carrying a
videtape.)

Clancy: Good gawd, sonny!

Tamer: What?

Clancy: You know what I'm holdin' here in my hands?

Tamer: Is it one of those movies I found the other
night?

Clancy: I don't follow ya, son.

Tamer: You know, when I was looking for my car keys
you had borrowed? In your room?

(Clancy turns bright red.)

Clancy: We don't need to talk about that with the
cameras around, boy.

(Tamer laughs.)

Clancy: No. What I have here, just arrived by
special delivery, is none other than a message from
Vernon!

(Tamer stands up and walks over to Clancy.)

Tamer: What did he say? Where is he? Is he coming
back?

Clancy: Now hold your horses, son. There was a note
with it. IT said this tape is to be played live
tonight, on the Bruisertron. I haven't seen it yet,
and I have no idea what's on it.

Tamer: Well, what are you waiting for? Go get it to
production!

Clancy: On my way there now, Tamer.

(Clancy starts to exit, pauses, and turns around.)

Clancy: I have a feelin' things is gonna be lookin'
up now.

Tamer: Me too.

(Clancy exits.)

FADE OUT

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

Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
At a total combined weight of 647 pounds...
Ravnos... Slayder... THE DARKSIDE DEMONS

(The Brood theme plays. A portion of the stage is engulfed in flames. From out of the flames arises The Darkside Demons. Slayder wears his mask. Smoke comes billowing out of the nostrils of the mask. Ravnos is carrying a goblet full of blood.. The Embalmer carries a large bottle of formaldehyde. They walk to the ring. Ravnos climbs the ringside steps to the ring apron and takes a drink from the cup. Slayder walks in, takes his mask off, then works the crowd.)

KING: Boy, I sure miss the good ol' days when Darklord and these guys beat everybody up! Now all we have are a bunch of morons doing Monkey Dances and wasting space!

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 427 pounds...
Tazan Boy... Rey Bucanerro... TEAM BEAUTIFUL

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful make their way down to the ring. They have the war grab of the ancient Aztecs as the make their way down to the rign. Once at ringside, the remove the cerimonial head gear and tribal grab. They slide under the ropes and leap on the ropes closest to the cameras.)

Rey: Last week, we pulled ourselves out of the mire of losing that we had been in.

Tazan: Now we are back in the winning ways that we are use to.

Rey: We have grown tired of being a laughing stock of the BMWF. We are not here to make ourselves into laughing stocks.

Tazan: We are here as a part of the Brotherhood and to make mucho denero for ourselves.

Rey: We know that gold is in our future.

Tazan: It is just a matter of time before it is our time once again.

Rey: And we will hold our belts again.

Tazan: But until we are ready we feel that we should take it easy.... Make things work to our own good.

Rey: Then get what we know is our's.

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ravnos executes a piledriver on Rey Bucanerro.
Ravnos has the crowd going wild.
Ravnos executes a flying dropkick on Rey Bucanerro.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.
Ravnos puts Rey Bucanerro in an armbar submission.
Ravnos lets go after 11 seconds.
Ravnos hits a double underhook suplex on Rey Bucanerro.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.
Ravnos goes for a spinebuster slam, but Rey Bucanerro counters it with
a kick to the head.
Rey Bucanerro is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Rey Bucanerro hoists Ravnos high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Ravnos crashing hard to the mat.
Rey Bucanerro attempts to place Ravnos on the turnbuckle, but Ravnos blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro tags out to Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy and Rey Bucanerro hit Ravnos with a double dropkick.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy goes for a spinning backbreaker, but Ravnos counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Ravnos tags out to Slayder.
Slayder and Ravnos whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They hit Tazan Boy with a double kick to the midsection.
Rey Bucanerro enters the ring and throws Ravnos out of the ring.
Tazan Boy and Rey Bucanerro whip Slayder into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Slayder with a double elbowsmash, but he counters it with a
duck-down move.
Slayder hits them with a double clothesline.
Ravnos smacks Tazan Boy with a devastating clothesline .
Slayder nails Tazan Boy with a belly-to-back suplex.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Slayder nails Tazan Boy with a bite to forehead.
Slayder uses a moonsault on Tazan Boy.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
Slayder complains about a slow count.
Slayder runs into the ropes.
Slayder goes for a Vader attack, but Tazan Boy counters it with
a fist to the midsection.
Tazan Boy takes Slayder down with a flying dropkick.
The crowd is really behind Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy hits a flying dropkick on Slayder.
Tazan Boy executes a forearm smash on Slayder.
Slayder goes for a kick to the head, but Tazan Boy ducks out of the way.
Tazan Boy nails Slayder with an elbowsmash.
Tazan Boy chops Slayder.
The crowd is really behind Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy punches Slayder.
There are lots of chants for Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy kicks Slayder.
Slayder hits Tazan Boy.
Slayder is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Slayder hits Tazan Boy.
Slayder nails Tazan Boy with a bodyslam.
Slayder covers Tazan Boy.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, KICKOUT.
Tazan Boy uses a flying dropkick on Slayder.
The crowd is really behind Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy goes for a slap, but Slayder blocks it.
Slayder hits Tazan Boy with a Vader attack.
Ravnos enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Slayder and Ravnos whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Tazan Boy with a double backdrop, but he counters it with a
double headsmash.
Ravnos leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy goes for a clothesline, but Slayder ducks out of the way.

Tazan tags out!

JR: Rey has Slayder backed up against the ropes.

King: Slayder has a huge size advantage.

JR: Rey chops Slayder but it appears that it has no effect on him.

King: Get out of there Rey!!!

JR: Rey runs into the ropes and dropkicks Slayder's knee.

King: Slayder is rocking backward!!!!

JR: Tazan Boy just came in and clipped the knee out form under Sladyer!!!!

King: You know the old saying the bigger they are the harder they fall.

JR: Here comes Ravnos.

JR: Tazan Boy runs into the ropes and nails Ravnos with a bulldog from the second rope!!!!

King: I love it when he does that.

JR: Tazan Boy rushes towards the ropes.

King: You better run from Slayder!!!!

JR: A moonsault over Slayder's head!!!!

King: He landed on his feet!!!!

JR: He just dropkicked the bend of Slayder's knee!!! The big man is down again!!!!

King: Rey stopped Ravnos from coming in!!!

JR: MEXICAN STANDOFF!!!! MEXICAN STANDOFF ON SLAYDER!!!!

Tazan Boy is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Tazan Boy tags out to Rey Bucanerro.
Ravnos enters the ring and throws Tazan Boy out of the ring.
Slayder and Ravnos hit Rey Bucanerro with a double forearm to the back.
Ravnos leaves the ring.
Slayder goes for a powerbomb, but Rey Bucanerro blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro nails Slayder with a dropkick.
The crowd is cheering on Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro goes for a flying dropkick, but The Embalmer shoves him off
the turnbuckle.
Joe Finch threatens Slayder with disqualification.
Slayder is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Slayder runs into the ropes.
Slayder hits Rey Bucanerro with a shoulderblock.
Slayder uses a piledriver on Rey Bucanerro.
Slayder executes the Slayder Bomb on Rey Bucanerro.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is cheering on Slayder.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are The Darkside Demons!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up outside the locker room of "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi, Tai stands outside the closed door with his hands on his hips thinking to himself.)

Tai Hashi: 23rd of September 2003, t'was a Monday night and the event was called Fallout, thousands of screaming BMWF fans took their seats in the arena and four gladiators entered the ring, they were Mafioso who had the Light-Heavyweight Championship around his waist, Kolic who was a talented individual then, Shark Kid who took the place of a no-show Chuck Ortiz, and the fourth was "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi...about ten minutes of gruelling battling ensued in the squared circle and in the end one man came out on top! Tai Hashi! He placed the gold around his waist and wore it proudly! I didn't get hardly a wink of sleep that night, I got drunk...I don't even remember the rest of that night, I woke up the next morning about nine o' clock, just in a pair of boxer shorts and the Light-Heayvweight title on my chest.

(Tai Hashi grins.)

Tai Hashi: That night was so good, I wanna re-live it again tonight. That's why I am more desperate than ever to win the Light-Heayvweight Championship, I wanna become the two-time Light-Heavyweight champ tonight and to be frank, there's nothing much standing in my way except for a dude who wears a wig and holds a hammer in his hand. I think tonights gonna be like going through a MacDonalds Drive-Thru, you gotta wait and wait and wait but until finally you get your order and you can enjoy it all you like, but I ain't here for a Big Mac and Fries, the Light-Heavyweight Championship is what's in my eyes and sooner or later the Light-Heavyweight Championship will be around my waist. The Judge, you've just booked yourself a front-row seat in the rock show of Tai Hashi, the mosh pit is a dangerous place my friend...you're right in the middle!

(Tai grins and makes his way into his locker room.)

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(Backstage at the Von Braun Civic Center, Howitzer is seen standing at his locker in his wrestling attire, and "I DON’T LIKE YOU" t-shirt. He carefully hangs up his street clothes, taking care to keep a sharp crease in his khakis before folding them over the hangar. The Couch walks up to him and sticks a mic in his face.)

Couch: Hey Howitzer, I don’t think we’ve gotten a chance to meet yet...I’m The Couch, how ya doin’?

(The Couch extends his hand. Howitzer glares at him and stares at the outstretched hand for several seconds before reluctantly shaking it, albeit briefly.)

HOWITZER: Yeah, I know who you are, Couch. What do you want, I’ve got a match to get ready for.

Couch: Yeah yeah Howitzer, that’s what I’m here to talk to you about. Since that Micelli guy first challenged you after -

HOWITZER: Whoa whoa hey, Couch. His name’s Rogue Morello.

Couch: Right, whatever. Since Rogue Morello challenged you after Revolution, have you ever wondered what’s the point of even fighting him?

(Howitzer looks at Couch with an expression equal parts bewilderment and irritation as The Couch smirks at him.)

HOWITZER: The hell is that supposed to mean?

Couch: Well, you know, nobody in the BMWF really cares what happens in the match tonight...I mean, you guys are just a bunch of rookies. So don’t you feel a little silly going out to the ring in that little shirt you have there and getting slapped around? I mean, you just know the fans here in Hicksville are all gonna use the time during your match to take a leak, right?

(Howitzer narrows his eyes at The Coach. His jaw muscles jut out the side of his face as he bites down hard, trying to keep himself from tackling The Coach right then and there. He gets real close up in The Coach’s face.)

HOWITZER: First of all, you wise-@$$ little halfpint...we’re not in Hicksville, we’re in the hard-workin’ city of HUNTSVILLE, ALABAMA!

(The Huntsville crowd, watching the interview on the Bruisertron, cheers loudly.)

HOWITZER: And if you get ONE MORE name wrong, Couch, I am going to turn you into a bloody smear on the floor, am I coming in loud and clear? I’d better be. Second, I wouldn’t be making any pejorative remarks about my shirt, considering that moronic little Frenchie hat you’ve got on your head.

(The Couch looks a little hurt and touches the black beret he is wearing.)

HOWITZER: And you think nobody cares about mine and Morello’s match tonight? Well, I’m gonna offer a dissenting opinion, jack@$$. Yeah, me and Rogue are new here. But maybe nobody told you why I signed a BMWF contract. It wasn’t to get famous. It wasn’t to get rich. And hell, nice as it’d be to win one, it wasn’t to collect title belts. I wanted in here because I like to smash heads. Period. Big ones, little ones, black ones, white ones...even empty ones, like yours, Couch. So I don’t really care if the name "HOWITZER" doesn’t set the world on fire right now. You just give me some time, let the victim’s list get longer and longer, and people are gonna START paying attention. Morello’s head is next on the block. Near as I can tell, Rogue’s a good wrestler, and I can understand why he wants to give me a whipping. It was too bad I had to ruin his match at Revolution, but hey, this is the BMWF. Things don’t always go your way. Lord knows I’d sure rather not have to give interviews to a joke like you. But Morello wants Howitzer in the ring to even things out, and I figure he’s entitled to try. He won’t beat me, but he’s welcome to try. And the people here in Huntsville know a good wrestler when they see one, so I’m thinking the lines at the john won’t be as long as you think. Now you got any more questions, Couch?

(The Couch looks angrily at Howitzer, and wrinkles his nose and face in disgust.)

Couch: No. No, I think we’re done.

(Couch turns towards the door to leave.)

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PA: WE ARE THE MESSENJAHS!

('In the Shadows' by The Rasmus blares over the P.A. - 'THE TRUTH IS HERE' appears on the Bruisertron. After a few seconds the music cuts and the Bruisertron lights up showing a disused car-breaking yard. The camera pans to show battered cars lie strewn as far as the eye can see. The camera stops and focuses on three men, there faces covered by hoods. The central figure lowers the hood and looks up to the camera)

Ezekiel: So it seems a new dawn of darkness has arrived at the BMWF. A new tyrannical force in the form of Mr Smith is now at the helm. What does this mean for the future of the federation?
It equates to one of destitute and destruction, unlike that seen before. Mr. Smith represents a dark force that wishes for the downfall of the truth and light, and the ultimate despise of all that is good.

(An owl can be heard hooting in the distance)

Ezekiel: So what does this mean? Steps must be taken to abide the path of destruction, to preserve the sanctity. Currently forces in the BMWF conspire in the shadows to extinguish the light. We will use the necessary means to prevent that outcome. This is a journey unlike any other; the obstacles are more plentiful… and much bigger

(Suddenly the Bruisertron goes black and the arena lights cut out. A Zeke chant begins in the crowd, when out of nowhere flash flares erupt from the ringposts lighting up the capacity crowd. In the middle of the ring are Ezekiel and the Messenjahs)

Ezekiel: So there is the truth…

(The capacity crowd cheering)

Ezekiel: and that truth will make you free! Brother Elijah?

ELIJAH: very excellent speech, brother Ezekiel. (clears throat) Good evening…..may peace be with you all. There are things that must be said tonight….we must address all the things that happened last evening. You see….some people do not understand what we were doing last night. Some people took their brushes with purgation quite harshly. It was not meant to be so…it is not personal. But sinners are sinners and must be dealt with as such.

SOLOMON: Reno is a false prophet who thinks he can preach messages from the Good Book that have been distorted….who gave him such a right? Kolic comes around here exhorting the evils of pride and cockiness. Tamer and Hardcore Harry both believe that they are prime role models for children, while they know they are influincing the young ones the wrong way. THEY KNOW WE SHOULD BE THEIR HEROES!!!!

(There is a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

SOLOMON:That mixed reaction is actually quite encouraging! I see that some of you people are quite willing to accept the truth and the light! And that brings me to your World Champion…Tyrone Smith. The fool is a master of senseless violence and cursing…how is THAT man your champion? People like him don't deserve to be champion!!He should be confined to a state penitentiary, where a gang could beat him down, bloody his stupid Jamacian carcus, and force him to "toss their salad"! Two eyes for an eye is ALWAYS justified!

ELIJAH: So here we stand….beginning our three-man crusade. Ezekiel stands with us…..a wise sage, he is a man you people should look up to. And tonight, when we are in his corner against Witherspoon…..you shall know what it means…to lead a nation…to be a MESSENJAH!

(Thunder sounds and the lights blink on and off. Mist rises and the sprinklers come on.)

ELIJAH/SOLOMON/EZEKIEL: FOR LET IT BE KNOWN….THAT THE MESSENJAHS SHALL LEAD ON….SAINT OR NO SAINT….RENO OR NO RENO….AND THAT THE NATION OF PURGATION WILL BEGIN….AND THAT OUR BID FOR ALL THIS FEDERATION'S TITLES….AND THUS FOR THE SLOW TAKEOVER OF THIS INDUSTRY….SHALL BE AN UNSTOPPABLE ONE….AND SHALL BEGIN TONIGHT!

(There is a flash of fire, and "The Messenjah" plays again. Elijah and Solomon bail out of the ring and walk toward the back to a cacophony of boos.)

JR: So tonight, we have Witherspoon vs. Ezekiel, and now The Messenjahs are in Ezekiel's corner!

>>>

KING: Boy, I sure miss the good ol' days when Darklord and the Darkside were the only creepy weirdoes around here. Now all we have are two groups of weirdoes trying to start the next PTL Club!

>>>

(The Bruisertron suddenly lights up as a black 1969 Pontiac GTO comes roaring into a nearby parking space outside the Von Braun Civic Center in Huntsville, Alabama as the crowd roars with boos knowing exactly who it is. The driver's door is swung open as Axe steps out dressed in a leather jacket, plain black shirt and Levi's Denim Jeans with Converse sneakers. He grabs his duffel bag which sits in the passenger side and slams the car door locking it up before leaning against the hood and lighting up a Marlboro cigarette.)

(Taking a few drags and exhaling the smoke from his nostrils he begins to speak in his gritty tone his dark eyes filled with determination and looks completely focused.)

Axe: Tonight I walk out to that entrance alone again...no longer with a partner by my side but as a singles wrestler. The tag team run was one hell of a ride...and Witherspoon is a true friend...haven't really had one of those before. I wish him the best in his match as he is probably hoping the best in mine as we walk solo...it will feel different but tonight means so much.

(Axe takes long drags from his cigarette before speaking again.)

Axe: Shane Perish...you have something I want and it's the TV Title...you have gold and I strive for gold once more...and your reign as a Champion for your one week is over and that title will change hands to a deserving wrestler. I said this before but you better unleash your true side, that monster, a mentally deranged Asylum like you once more if you wish to keep that title.

(Axe takes a few more drags exhaling the smoke slowly through his smoke.)

Axe: I know I will win this match and prove everyone wrong...I will be a Champion again and it starts very soon...I plan to do whatever it takes Shane...I just hope you realize what your getting into..in some ways we are similar but there are also many differences. You wanted to hide away your true self...but with me what you see is what you get...an outsider...a loner...a social misfit...I WILL BE TV CHAMPION SHANE! JUST WAIT AND SEE!

(Axe gets off the hood of his car and flicks his cigarette before entering inside the arena as the Bruisertron blinks out and goes to the announce table where JR and King are sitting.)

JR: Axe is back in singles competition and he's facing Shane Perish the new Television Champion with that title on the line! It will be interesting to see if Axe can handle himself working alone with no partner in this match King.

King: I doubt it! HA! HA!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Starkville, MS...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Rogue Morello

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Howitzer

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Howitzer goes for a headbutt, but Rogue Morello blocks it.
Rogue Morello goes for neckbreaker, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer hits an atomic drop on Rogue Morello.
Howitzer puts Rogue Morello in a Boston crab.
Howitzer lets go after 11 seconds.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.
A few fans are cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer nails Rogue Morello with a running elbow smash.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Howitzer.
Rogue Morello hoists Howitzer high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sen
ds Howitzer crashing hard to the mat.
Rogue Morello hits Howitzer with a belly-to-back suplex.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rogue Morello.
Blizzard comes to ringside.
Rogue Morello uses neckbreaker on Howitzer.
The crowd is cheering on Rogue Morello.
Rogue Morello nails Howitzer with a leg lariat.
Rogue Morello spins around while pointing at the crowd.

(Howitzer whips Morello in the corner and follows in fast, delivering three hard rights to the stomach area. Morello sags against the turnbuckle.)

King.: That was a nasty Irish whip from Howitzer, J.R.

J.R.: Well what do you expect from a guy whose t-shirt says "I DON’T LIKE YOU" on it? Not a love tap, I can tell you that.

King: What’s with that shirt anyway? Is it even for sale?

J.R.: My sources tell me it’s homemade. Oh my, Howitzer with a fallaway slam! Morello’s dazed after that one...Howitzer drags him by the hair off the canvas, and...

*THUD*

J.R.: Whoa! Nasty facebuster!

King: If the rookie’s smart, he’ll take advantage of the situation and keep Morello down.

J.R: Howitzer bounces off the ropes and connects with a body splash!

King: Boy, that’ll rattle your cage!

J.R.: Morello is locked in the Boston Crab! Howitzer has it on tight and isn’t letting go!

King: Rogue’s only chance is grabbing a rope...and Howitzer might not have locked the Boston Crab in far enough away!

J.R. Morello’s fighting...gotta admire this kid’s spirit, King. This is one of the most painful moves is wrestling. He’s crawling, crawling...

(Morello pulls with all the strength he can muster in his upper body, and inch by inch, gets closer to the ropes. Finally, he grabs one.)

J.R.: Rogue Morello got the bottom rope! The ref’s making Howitzer release the hold...and Howitzer’s doing the right thing here, breaking the Crab and walking away. Very sportsmanlike.

King: It’s been a clean fight, J.R.

J.R.: That it has King, but it might be over real soon...getting to the bottom rope took a lot out of Rogue Morello, and he’s having a hard time getting vertical!

King: And look at Howitzer...he’s crouched in a three-point stance on the other side of the ring! Morello might be better off staying down, ‘cause who knows what Howitzer’s gonna do!

(Morello struggles to his feet. He starts to turn around. Just as he does, Howitzer races across the ring and connects with a running elbow smash, full in Morello’s face.)

*THUD*

(Howitzer beats his chest and yells to the crowd. The crowd starts the "KICK HIS @$$!" chant from the attack on Scrappy Joe at Revolution.)

King: Uh-oh! You know what this means, J.R.!

J.R. I sure do King...Howitzer’s calling for the BFG!

(Howitzer drags Morello over to the nearest corner. He sets himself up on the second rope and delivers the BFG.)

J.R.: BFG!! BFG!! You can put this one to bed, King, Morello’s not getting up from that!

(Howitzer goes for the pin.)

J.R.: ONE...TWO...THREE!! That’s it, Howitzer wins this one!

*DING DING*

(The crowd cheers as the ref holds Howitzer’s hand up in victory. He looks at Morello laying prone on the canvas and gives a respectful nod. "Freuer Frei" starts to play over the loudspeakers, but Howitzer motions for a microphone and then gives the "cut" sign. His music stops.)

HOWITZER: If you didn’t hear, the BMWF’s friendly neighborhood mouth-breather, The Couch, says nobody here in this organization much cares what I do. Says nobody’s paying attention. Well, let’s see if this gets anybody’s attention: As of this moment, I’m officially entered in the B.O.X. Hardcore Championship Tournament! Now hit my music, maestro!

(The Civic Center crowd cheers loudly when they hear the announcement, and "Freuer Frei" again blasts through the PA.)

J.R.: Looks like Howitzer’s gonna try his hand at Hardcore!

King: I don’t think the new guy knows what he’s getting into!

>>>>

JR: We are going backstage!

(The camera shows the inside of a plush locker room. It is full of leather sofas and in one dark corner, Reno is seen kneeling staring at a flickering candle.)

Dreadnaught: Yo, Reno, so when you gonna read me my passage of the day?

(Reno slowly gets to his feet and pulls the Bible off of the table.)

Reno: Deacon Dread, tonight, we will learn about Adam and Eve! See, in the very early days on Earth, God told Adam and Eve to enjoy life, but don’t eat from the Tree of Knowledge. Yet, Eve could not avoid the temptation and she partook of this forbidden fruit.

Dreadnaught: What kind of fruit was it?

Reno: The good book describes it as an apple! But, that is not the point. The point is Eve touched what did not belong to her, and that curse still plagues us as humans!

Dreadnaught: Yo, so what you are saying is, when you interfere in things you shouldn’t, you will be in trouble.

Reno: You are getting versed in your understanding!

Dreadnaught: So, when Box interfered in my match last Bedlam…

Reno: He doomed himself to pain and revenge!

Dreadnaught: Damn straight! And tonight, Box, Sledge, and White Lightning will know what pain and revenge are all about! They can’t stay in the ring with the Church of Legends!

Reno: Indeed not, Decon! Indeed not! Now, I must return to meditation!

Dreadnaught: Go ahead, son, don’t let a heathen like me stop you! And speaking of temptation…ladies!

(Suddenly several attractive ladies in very tiny dresses step out and surround Dreadnaught.)

Dreadnaught: Eve may have doomed us all, but you ladies almost make up for it! Tonight is gonna be explosive!

King: I’ll be right back, I need to confess some sins!

JR: GET BACK HERE KING!

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(Mafioso and Carlos are hanging out in the back of the Center)

Carlos: So what's been happening? What's gonna make me think that you being
with the Urban Legends is a good idea?

Mafioso: Besides the fact that there is strength in numbers. Not to mention
that we have Dreadnaught and Reno Fontayne...two huge legends in the BMWF!

Carlos: Yeah that's all good essa but I've heard it before.

Mafioso: Ok how bout this. Lowedown is the newest member of the Urban
Legends!

(Carlos' jaw drops in disbelief upon hearing the latest news)

Carlos: What!?! We're teamed up the BMWF World Heavyweight Champion!

(Mafioso scratches at his head)

Mafioso: Not exactly. You see vato he lost that title to Tyrone but it won't
be long before he gets it back again and we both know that.

Carlos: Damn! Things sure can change suddenly around here.

Mafioso: Tell me about homie, Scrappy Joe is out on injury.

Carlos: What happened?

Mafioso: Let's go back and join the rest of the Urban Legends. I think we
have a tape of last week's show.

(The scene fades as they walk away)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Breaux Bridge, LA...
Weighing in at 346 pounds...

Levon "The Truck" Jones

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

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tobey Miliken whips Levon Jones into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits Levon Jones with a clothesline.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken seemingly enjoys the boos.
Tobey Miliken attempts to place Levon Jones on the turnbuckle, but Levon Jones
blocks it.
Tobey Miliken throws Levon Jones out of the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: one, Levon Jones reenters the ring.
Tobey Miliken attempts to place Levon Jones on the turnbuckle, but Levon Jones
blocks it.
Tobey Miliken attempts to place Levon Jones on the turnbuckle, but Levon Jones
blocks it.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits Levon Jones with a swinging neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken nails Levon Jones with a punch to the side of the head.
Tobey Miliken takes Levon Jones down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Tobey Miliken attempts to place Levon Jones on the turnbuckle, but Levon Jones
blocks it.
Tobey Miliken goes for a flying cross bodypress, but Levon Jones
counters it with a powerslam.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Levon Jones hits a spinebuster on Tobey Miliken.
Levon Jones doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Levon Jones hoists Tobey Miliken high into the air with a backdrop, then sends T
obey Miliken crashing hard to the mat.
Levon Jones nails Tobey Miliken with haymaker.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Levon Jones.
Levon Jones whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Levon Jones hits Tobey Miliken with a kick.
Levon Jones goes for a backdrop, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken executes a punch to the side of the head on Levon Jones.
Tobey Miliken hits Levon Jones with a punch to the side of the head.
Tobey Miliken hits Levon Jones with a swinging neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Tobey Miliken hits a missile dropkick on Levon Jones.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Tobey Miliken!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Backstage, Michael Bole is seen walking with a microphone in hand when he suddenly stops at White Lightning's locker room. Bole knocks on the door a few times, and soon the door opens and a voice is heard.)

Voice: What do you want, you puny little punk?

Bole: I just want to get a quick word with White Lightning

Voice: You must first say the password

Bole: I don't know the password!

Voice: Well, I guess you can't come in then

(The Door is about to shut, when suddenly Michael Bole lashes out.)

Bole: White Lightning is the All Mighty Ruler of the BMWF!

Voice: Good, very good! You may enter!

(Michael Bole enters the locker room and walks past the voice, which is Big Kev Nash. Big Kev fakes throwing a punch at him, and Bole ducks in cover. White Lightning and Big Kev begin to laugh.)

White Lightning: Mikey, Don't worry! He wasn't really going to hit you

Big Kev: Yes, I WAS!

(Bole begins to look even more nervous than before and finally takes a seat on a black leather chair.)

White Lightning: Didn't you learn anything from last week?

(White Lightning looks over to a wooden stool for a moment and then looks back at Bole.)

Bole: What?

White Lightning: Leather Chair is for cool people and the stool is for the circus freaks. Get your @$$ in that stool.

(Bole looks a little confused and then takes a seat on the stool.)

White Lightning: Now, what did you want to ask me about?

Bole: I wanted to get your thoughts on your match tonight. TCW Vs. The Urban Legends.

White Lightning: TCW is by far the most powerful force in the BMWF. The Urban Legends just plain…SUCK! Why are they legends to begin with? If they think they can add a washed up former World Champion and instantly become major players, they are sadly mistaken. Box, The Hardcore Champion, and One half of the tag team champions, Sledge, one half of the tag team champions, and myself, the All-American Champion have all already proven ourselves as major players with the plethora of title belts will currently hold. Tonight, the Urban Legends will realize that we are, simply put…. THE BEST!

Bole: So, you aren't at all worried by there addition of Lowedown?

White Lightning: PUUUULEEEEEEEASE! You know, back at Tokyo Terror, I had Lowedown beat for the World Title! He's just lucky his freak friend Ash was there to save him. Why would TCW be afraid of a worthless coward like that?

Bole: I see, So what's on the horizon for TCW?

White Lightning: Success! Which can come in a multitude of ways. Obviously, the ratings can't go much higher, since they are already sky high, but if they would surpass what they are at now, they would be success. Winning more gold would be success.

Bole: What's next for White Lightning?

White Lightning: You find out a little later tonight. But you can expect it to be absolutely without a shadow of a doubt to be…Awesome! I mean, why wouldn't it be, me being a legend and all.

Bole: Any final words?

White Lightning: Urban Legends, after tonight, you'll get your wish and become legendary. Legendary for getting the worst @$$ kicking ever witnessed in the BMWF. And it will be at the hands of T…C…. W!

Bole: There you had it from the All-American Champion, White Lightning!

(The camera fades as Michael Bole walks out of the locker room.)