BMWF Bedlam Part II

Date : 6/14/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Stabler Arena Bethlehem Pa

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen! One of the Urban Legends have arrived here tonight and is making his way to the ring right now!

KING: You mean the bWo, don't you?

JR: No, the Urban Legends!

KING: But half for them are only legends in their own minds and the other half were bWo!

JR: Never mind. Here he comes!

King: Which one?

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

King:YAHHH!

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation from the sold out crowd. Both Lowedown and Flame are dressed to the tails as they stroll down to the ring. Lowedown climbs up to the ring apron and holds the ropes open for Flame to climb through. Her skirt is almost too short as she pauses on the 2nd rope before climbing in. Lowedown looks at the crowd as Flame adjusts her husband's tie and then grabs a microphone and hands it to him...)

JR:Lowedown is certainly dressing much more snazzier as of late.

King:He thinks he's in church I guess.

(Lowedown pauses before he begins to speak...)

Lowedown:Tonight is the beginning of my quest to regain the Hardcore championship. And the first man that will step into this ring against me is going to be...Tamer!

(There is a mixed reaction at the mention of Tamer's name...)

Lowedown: I know this may sound a bit rude of me Tamer so don't be angry, but I honestly was hoping for a different opponent here tonight. I was hoping to take on a certain young, stupid, ignorant, no talent jobber who thinks I'm an old man! I think you know who I'm talking about here my peeps! There's a young man in the back who thinks he has a shot in hell of becoming the next Hardcore champion! So for a somple moment, let's talk about Tobey Miliken for a second. And just so you know, for all those who are trying to take a nap...this should help you fall asleep real quick!

King:Ouch!

JR:He does possibly have a point here.

Lowedown:Tobey, I don't know what is on your mind. I really don't have a clue what makes you think you have a shot against the man standing in this ring? I don't understand when you suddenly thought those raisins in your bloomers were a real pair of BLEEPS? I mean look at me...

(Lowedown pauses as he does a 360 and shows the crowd his $1500 dollar suit. Lowedown pulls his hair back and then continues...)

Lowedown:Tobey, allow me to clear up something for you real quick. I am the man who has held more belts in this federation than you have had women! I was the first ever undisputed World Heavyweight champion! You...you haven't even reached the level just above jobber! These peeps here know who I am...WHAT'S MY NAME?!?

(The crowd begins to chant Lowedown's name as he sticks the microphone out and walks around the ring...)

Lowedown:Now, let me ask another question. Does anyone know Tobey Miliken?

(The crowd almost goes completely silent...)

Lowedown:Just what I thought. Tobey, can you hear the silence? That is what you hear in every arena and in your bedroom Tobey! I am the man and you aren't even close to a man. As much as I wish you could be the first on my list here to get his head handed to him for this rinky dink tournament, I guess you'll just have to wait until you are able to take off the Huggies and drop the pacifier and find out that the hair on your chest is a symbol of puberty kicking in. You aren't man enough to be in the same ring with me son! I am a man and you...you are a wo-man! Ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Tamer, I'm going to make this short and sweet. Tonight, this Legend will give you no forgiveness in this ring until I feel the time is right to forgive. When I put you to sleep here tonight in this ring and you are looking up at those lights, you will know what pain is all about. Tobey, if I were you...I would watch this match carefully. And after I am done with Tamer, you will see why that I am the one who the peeps here come to see and why you are the one who gets stuck carrying Bruiser's beer cans and take my ring apart after we're done for the night!

(Lowedown pauses as the crowd begins to chant his name again. Lowedown finally raises his hand up to quiet the crowd down...)

Lowedown:The Urban Legends are on their way to dismantling each and every sinner in this federation who tries to step in our way! We are the Bulldozer of this federation and we will mow the sinners down! That is the Lowedown on that!

(As Lowedown stops speaking, Dozer makes his way out from the back carrying a collection box as he walks around the ring. Lowedown jumps in real quick with a final though...)

Lowedown:Brother Dozer is here to collect for the local Children's hospital so please donate what you are able to. The Legends bless you.

("Fever Dog" begins to play again as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the ring and walk up the entrance way...)

JR:Folks, Lowedown has made his feeling felt about Tobey and Tamer here tonight!

King:Both men had better watch their back!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

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

At a total combined weight of 733 pounds...
From Unknown Parts... weighing in at a combined weight of 498 pounds...
Elijah... Solomon... THE MESSENJAHS

PA: WE ARE THE MESSENJAHS!

(The lights go out in the arena. On screen come images of dark cathedrals at night. An unfamiliar guitar riff comes on in the background. From behind the curtain come two figures in total black-The Messenjahs. P.O.D.'s "The Messenjah" begins to play)

PA: Our message,Witness is prophetic,Teachers among the skeptics, and blindly misdirecting,
infected with they lives and they alibi,with they third eye blind and they trying to prophesize!

(The Messenjahs walk closer to the ring as a bright spotlight surrounds them. Their arms are raised upward as though they are clutching something large.)

PA: I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!

(The Messenjahs climb up to the ring apron and walk between the ropes. They climb to the second turnbuckles and raise their arms. The music ends and the Messenjahs stay stationary on the turnbuckles. Elijah reaches out for a microphone, and it is handed to him.)

ELIJAH: Tonight…….tonight you will witness a cataclysmic phenom like no other. The debut match of the Messenjahs….you shall finally see, through actions as well as words, the power that Truth and Light gives to its Messenjahs. The new wave is undenable and soon…you will all succumb.

SOLOMON: There is no need for us to continue in on in a loquacious lecture. We shall leave this handicap match victorious, and may the Lord have mercy on our opponents, should they repent.

(Solomon gives the microphone back, and The Messenjahs pace around the ring.)

LILly; Their partner...
From Parts Unknown... weighing in at 242 pounds...
Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)

P.A: THE TRUTH IS HERE!

KING: Rod Killings is back?

(Flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and In the Shadows by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak. In one hand he carries the chair, in the other a set of handcuffs)

CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!

P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…

(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the handcuffs on it.)

P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…

(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre. The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a white leather kilt and white boots)

KING: HA HA! He's wearing a dress!

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
At a total combined weight of 818 pounds...
From Mexico City... weighing in at 235 pounds...
Mafioso

(Mobb Deep's Quiet Storm begins to play over the PA system. The Bruisertron
lights up and the words ABOVE THE LAW scroll across the screen followed by
the URBAN LEGENDS logo. A shower of sparks starts to rain down onto the top
of the ramp as Mafioso comes walking out wearing black boots, black sweat
pants, and a white shirt with e the words URBAN SQUAD on the front and
STREETS IS WATCHING on the back. Mafioso runs the rest of the way down and
slides into the ring)

His partner...
From Breaux Bridge, LA... weighing in at 346 pounds...
Levon "The Truck" Jones

Their partner...

From Atlanta, Georgia... weighing in at 237 pounds...
"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal

KING: What? When did Jackal become one of these so called Burpin' Legends?

JR: That's "Urban" and he's just there to fill William Black's spot on  the team.

KING: Black? Wasn't this goofy stable his idea?

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

Elijah locks up with Mafioso in the middle of the ring.
Mafioso throws a few stiff rights to Elijah.
Elijah is not even fazed.

KING: Look at that idiot! Either he's wearing padding under that outfit, or he just likes standing there and getting punched!

(Mafioso bounds off the ropes, but Elijah picks him up and throws him with a gorilla press. Mafioso gets up and stares at Elijah, who has not moved from his original spot.)

JR: Mafioso seems taken aback by the mind games of Elijah!

Mafioso runs at Elijah with a forearm, but Elijah switches it over into a full nelson.
Elijah nails Mafioso with a full nelson bomb, and then throws Mafioso's body toward The Messenjahs' corner.
Elijah does not move from the center of the ring.

KING: Does Elijah realize you have to pin your opponent to win?

JR: Well, he is cutting the ring off by staying center, therefore keeping Mafioso from getting the tag!

Mafioso backs up from an approaching Elijah, but he backs up directly into The Messenjahs' corner.
Levon Jones runs in, but Elijah nails him with a stiff judo kick to the head, knocking him out.
Mafioso tries to get out of the corner, but Solomon and Ezekiel each grab one of his arms and hold him there.

KING: 3-on-1? Come on, even Papi-oso doesn't deserve this!

(Elijah nails Mafioso with shoulderblocks to the gut. Solomon and Ezekiel release Mafioso, and Elijah tags Solomon in.)

JR: The second Messenjah is in! But Elijah didn't even look like he broke a sweat!

Solomon throws Mafioso out in to the middle of the ring, and crouches down.
Mafioso begins to get up, and as he turns around, is met with a huge spear by Solomon.
Solomon stands up and drops to one knee, raising an open palm to the sky.
The crowd is vociferously booing Solomon.

KING: What does Solomon want to do, a Messenjah-roony? HA HA!

JR: New Jackal takes Solomon down with an eye gouge.
New Jackal punches Solomon.
The crowd is really behind New Jackal.
New Jackal hits Solomon.
The crowd is going crazy.
New Jackal whips Solomon into the ropes.
New Jackal hits Solomon with an elbow.
New Jackal smacks Solomon with a devastating short clothesline .
New Jackal goes for a bodyslam, but Solomon counters it with a facerake.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Solomon hoists New Jackal high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends N
ew Jackal crashing hard to the mat.

Tags are made!

JR: Ezekiel and Mafioso lock up in the middle of the ring. Ezekiel steps behind Mafioso turning it into a back-lock. Mafioso lands a wild elbow to break the hold, Ezekiel’s down.

(Mafioso stomps Ezekiel a couple of time in the gut for good measure)

JR: A hard elbow to end that exchange from Mafioso. Now he’s going to work on Ezekiel.

King: Mafioso looking to put a hurting on.

JR: Ezekiel still on the canvas, Mafioso looking to do some damage to Ezekiel’s legs now. Leg sweep by Ezekiel, Mafioso goes down hard. That came out of nowhere!

King: Ha, I didn’t see that coming.

JR: Neither did Mafioso. Both men starting to slowly get to their feet. Ezekiel with a boot to the gut, and hits a gutwrench suplex. Ezekiel starting to mount some offence here.

(Ezekiel drags Mafioso towards the friendly ringpost, and rolls out the ring)

King: Mafioso watch your legs!

*CRACK*

JR: That was a sickening noise King. Ezekiel is looking to damage that leg, we saw him use similar tactics last Bedlam.

(Ezekiel rolls back into the ring and pulls Mafioso to his feet. Holding Mafioso he places a tag to Elijah, who comes and places a stiff right hand to the ribs of Mafioso)

Mafioso nails Elijah with a spinebuster.
The crowd is really behind Mafioso.
Mafioso executes the Hit 'Em Up on Elijah.
The crowd is really behind Mafioso.
Mafioso goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Mafioso whips Elijah into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Elijah with a shoulderblock.
Mafioso whips Elijah into the ropes, but Elijah reverses it.
Elijah goes for a spear, but Mafioso counters it with a kneelift.
Mafioso whips Elijah into the turnbuckle, but Elijah reverses it.
Elijah runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Mafioso lifts his knee.
New Jackal enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Mafioso and New Jackal whip Elijah into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Elijah with a double kick to the midsection, but he
counters it with a double clothesline.
Numerous fans are using Elijah for target practice.
New Jackal leaves the ring.

Tags are made!

KING: Solomon and Levon Jones are staring each other down! Should be a classic battle of 96% muscle, 1% brain!

JR: That makes 97%.

KING: Shut up, JR!

(Solomon takes a step back, looking reluctant to attack Levon. Levon charges with a fist, but Solomon sidesteps it.)

JR: It seems as though Solomon doesn't want to fight Levon, but it's not like he seems scared.

Solomon takes in a breath, and then begins nailing Levon with right uppercuts, taking him off his feet.
Solomon runs to the ropes, and nails Levon with a flying lariat.
Solomon throws Levon into the corner, and tags in Ezekiel.
Elijah runs in quickly too.

KING: Wait a-JR, why is Ezekiel going up top?

(Eliajh and Solomon hoist Levon up for a double Messenjah Bomb, but Ezekiel hops through with a Lou Thesz press on the former Truck, sending Levon plummeting to the canvas at double velocity!)

*CRASH*

JR: BY GOSH, THERE MIGHT BE A DENT IN THAT RING!!

Mafioso runs in, but is knocked down by a spear from Solomon.
Ezekiel dismounts Levon Jones, and Elijah goes for the pin.
The ref counts: 1,2,3.

*DING DING*

LILLY: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS…ELIJAH AND SOLOMON, THE MESSENJAHS, AND EZEKIEL!

PA: WE ARE THE MESSENJAHS!

(The house lights flash on and off as The Messenjahs and Ezekiel raise their arms triumphantly.)

JR: We'll be right back!

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(The scene opens up at the back stage weight lifting room. Imprisom is seen bench pressing 150 lbs on each side. Dizi is seen wandering into the weight room. She stops and watches him for a minute.)

Dizi: Do you work here? There's a vending machine that took my money and it didn't give me my 3 Musketeers bar.

(Imprisom looks at Dizi.)

Imprisom: And you might be?

(Imprisom drops the weights on the floor and takes a better look at Dizi)

Dizi: (laughs) Well, I might be the Empress of America. But, I'm not!

Imprisom: You're funny. I'm Imprisom. It's my first day here.

Dizi: Jammin. Did they give you keys to the vending machines yet? Because I put 75 cents in and I didn't get my candy bar. I'm Dizi.

Imprisom: So, you're that chick everyone talking about around here. And, no, I'm not the janitor- I'm a wrestler.

(Dizi gets a huge smile.)

Dizi: Everyone is talking about me? What are they saying?

Imprisom: (looks embarrassed.) Well, that you never show up on dates and you keep eating everyone's donuts.

(Dizi thinks about that for a minute.)

Dizi: Huh. Sounds about right. But, I haven't seen any donuts tonight. And the vending machine ate my money. I really wanted a 3 Musketeers. I bet Black has donuts. But they're probably jelly. I wonder what I did with my hat...

(Imprisom takes off his shades revealing his disfigured white left eye.)

Imprisom: I think I saw a box of donuts down at the Prime Time locker room.

Dizi: (seems interested) Really? Were there any chocolate cream?

(Imprisom pulls out a dollar)

Imprisom: Here, take this dollar and if it eats your money again, then just break it.

Dizi: (takes the dollar with a shrug) Well, I'll give it a try, but I'm not sure I trust that machine. Hey! I wonder if Mafioso is here, yet... He always has a candy bar on him.

(Dizi smiles at Imprisom and waves as she turns to leave.)

Dizi: (calls back over her shoulder) Thanks. And nice to meet you.

Imprisom: Catch you on the flip side.

(As Dizi walks out of the room, Imprisom looks at himself in the mirrior.)

Imprisom: Wow, the first person I've met that hasn't laughed at me since the accident. I think I'm going to like it here.

(As we fade in Michael Bole is standing next to Axe behind a BMWF backdrop as the crowd roar with boos, once Bole is given the signal he conducts the interview.)

Bole: Hello BMWF fans I am standing next to Axe who will be facing Tobey Miliken in the BOX Tournament. Axe my first question is the reasoning behind the attack?

Axe: It's no mystery Bole...I am sending a crystal clear message to that pathetic D-Rated washed up Hollywood actor Tobey Miliken that he has made the mistake of underestimating me. He's fought with me before in fact my first match was against him and his former tag team partner and friend Ezekiel in a falls count anywhere match. And I won by displaying my aggressive behaviour by doing whatever it took to win. I've also defeated him in tag matches with my partner Witherspoon and we beat them in the Ladder match for the Tag Team titles...he doesn't need to underestimate me but it's his only way of trying to make himself feel better because he knows I am better than him and that I will make his tournament short lived.

Bole: Don't you think your underestimating Miliken?

Axe: Not one bit because the moment that bell rings I plan to dominate from the start all the way to the finish and believe me Bole he's going to wish he never had anything to do with this. No plastic surgery will be able to help him once I am finished...and the fact there are no rules makes it even better! He's going to be looking at the mirror again for a long time agonizing and crying over his "beautiful" face when he sees the scars, stitches, staples and God knows what else I put in it!

Bole: What about his manager?

Axe: I don't plan to hurt her Bole...

Bole: No I meant...she could be a factor in helping Tobey win.

Axe: Not if I knock her skanky *bleep* to the ground she won't!

(Some of the crowd actually laugh and some cheers are audible.)

Bole: I see...well it looks like your determined to advance o-

Axe: I will advance to the next round...and the one after that and so forth until I get my chance to face Box second time at the next Pay-Per-View in a hardcore match of his choice...and I can't wait to be crowned the new BMWF Hardcore Champion...I can feel it Bole...I am going to show EVERYONE who Axe becomes when you enter my area...you'll cross the Border and find out!

Bole: Well thank you very much for the interview Bole and I wish you the b-

Axe: Don't wish me anything Bole...tell Miliken to pray that Jesus will make an appearance in his birth city because that's the only way he will be saved!

(Axe walks off as the scene fades out and returns to action.)

>>>

(Backstage)

(Kolic and Kate are shown in a training room, about to spar on a mat covered
floor)

Kolic: You sure about this? I don't want you to get hurt.

Kate: I'll get hurt in the ring anyway, what's different about this? You
scared you'll get beat by a woman?

Kolic: Unlikely. If you're ready...

(Kate suddenly lashes out with a kick to the head, which Kolic barely ducks.
She follows with a series of punches and chops, all of which Kolic block.
Kate tries another kick, Kolic grabs it, Kate tries an enziguri, but Kolic
ducks, sending Kate to the floor. Kate quickly gets to her feet and dodges
kicks from Kolic. Kolic backs Kate to the wall and tries a punch, but Kate
ducks and Kolic's fist slams into the wall. Kate takes the opportunity to
legsweep Kolic and plants a foot at his neck.

Kate: What did you say about being hurt?

Kolic: You made your point.

(Kate moves her foot and extends a hand to help Kolic up. He grudgingly
takes it.)

Kolic: I'd say you're ready to take on the women's division. How goes the
application?

Kate: Still coming up with moves. I thought it would be easy, but it takes
more effort than I thought to learn them.

Kolic: You'll do fine. I have to go get ready for my match, I'll see you
when I'm done whipping Howitzer, okay?

Kate: Okay. (Kate gives Kolic a quick kiss on the cheek) Good luck!

Kolic: Thanks, but I won't need it!

(Kolic exits the room, and Kate works on a few karate moves)

(Fade)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Howitzer

(The sounds of explosion and gunfire are heard rumbling over the PA, followed by the techno trill of Rammstein's "Freuer Frei." Strobe lights bathe the arena in flickering green light as Howitzer steps from behind the curtain and heads for the ring, wearing his hunter green wrestling shorts and black boots with his black, shrunk to fit "I DON'T LIKE YOU" t-shirt. He is also carrying a small, military-striped duffel bag. Howitzer slaps hands with the fans near the barrier as he makes his way to the ring.)

J.R.: Here comes Howitzer, ladies and gentlemen, fresh off a victory last week over fellow newcomer Rogue Morello!

King: Yeah, well I sure hope for Howitzer’s sake that he hasn’t gotten a big head over it, because he’s got Kolic tonight, the former Lightweight Champion!

J.R.: Speaking of big heads, Kolic’s head is about as big as they come!

King: I think you meant "brain," J.R.

J.R.: If I meant "brain," I would have said "brain," King. And anyway, Kolic could have some serious humble pie served up to him tonight...at 290 pounds, Howitzer is DEFINITELY not a lightweight wrestler! Not to mention how fired up he must be after the remarks Kolic made about the Marines! I’m surprised he’s in the mood to glad-hand with the fans tonight!

King: And what’s in that duffel bag? That better not be a foreign object! That’d be cheating!

J.R.: We call it an "international object" nowadays, King.

KING: No we don't! This company isn't run by Ted Turner!

(Howitzer climbs into the ring and hands the duffel bag to the crew members at ringside. He then stands in the middle of the ring and waits for the match to start. Kolic’s music hits, but Kolic does not appear at the entrance ramp. Several minutes pass. The crowd boos and groans.)

CROWD: BOOOOORING! BOOOOORING! BOOOOORING!

King: Where’s Kolic? Did he oversleep?

J.R.: Howitzer’s calling for a microphone, King.

(Howitzer bends over the top rope and a crew member hands him a mic. Howitzer walks back to the middle of the ring and glares at the entrance area.)

HOWITZER: Hey, Kolic! What’s the matter, ace? Come down with a case of the sissies? You talk a REAL big game when you’re at that trailer park you call the "Prime Time House" and looking at internet porn on the computer! Well where are ya now boy? Now that you’ve got one hacked-off Howitzer waiting for you in the middle of the ring, you can’t find the stones to face me man to man? Is that it? Well you’d better hurry and get in this ring RIGHT NOW, ‘cause after what you said about the Marines, I’m fixin’ to twist your neck around like a bottle cap! Let’s go, Kolic! It’s time to lather up...shave your @$$...and take a star-spangled whipping!

(The crowd goes wild)

CROWD: KICK HIS @$$!!! KICK HIS @$$!!! KICK HIS @$$!!!

King: Lather up and shave your @$$! Hah!

(Suddenly, Kolic comes running out from the crowd behind the ring and jumps inside, right behind Howitzer.)

J.R.: It’s Kolic! He was hiding in the crowd! What a coward! Punch to the back of Howitzer’s head! Ring the bell, ref, this match has started!

King: A coward, J.R.? Or GENIUS???

LILLY: His opponent...

From Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

(The lights go dark, Matrix characters scroll down the Bruisertron. After a
second, letters stop to form KOLIC. Pyros flare, and P.O.D.'s "Sleeping
Awake" blares on the PA)

PA: Reveal to me, the mysteries
Can you tell me what it means?
Explain these motions and metaphors
Unlock these secrets in me

(Kolic walks out from the back and walks to the ring.)

PA: Define the riddles of my mind
Nothing is really as it seems

(Kolic hops onto the apron and handspring flips over the top rope. He
bounces off the ropes as he waits for his opponent.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Kolic executes spinning headscissors on Howitzer.
Kolic goes for spinning headscissors, but Howitzer throws him off.
Howitzer hits a piledriver on Kolic.
Howitzer executes an atomic drop on Kolic.
Howitzer puts Kolic in a Boston crab.
Kolic inches his way towards the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.
Howitzer executes a full nelson slam on Kolic.
Howitzer hits a running elbow smash on Kolic..
Kolic almost takes Howitzer's head off with a clothesline
Kolic leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Kolic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Kolic nails Howitzer with a spin kick.
Kolic executes a punch on Howitzer.
Kolic punches Howitzer.
Kolic is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Howitzer kicks Kolic.
Kolic hits Howitzer.
Kolic chops Howitzer.
Kolic uses a punch on Howitzer.
Kolic almost takes Howitzer's head off with a clothesline
Kolic goes for a 619, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer uses a running elbow smash on Kolic.
Howitzer executes a full nelson slam on Kolic.

JR: Howitzer lifts Kolic for a German suplex, but Kolic slides behind! Kolic
hits a dropkick on Howitzer's back, leaving him on the second rope! Kolic's
signaling for the 619!

King: I thought he'd never do that move again! Curses!

JR: Kolic rebounds off the ropes...and hits it! Howitzer is down, and
Kolic's handstanding on the top rope, I think it's...yes! The Slide Rule!
Kolic goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, th...kickout!

JR: Kolic quickly goes to his feet. He kicks Howitzer in the head, again,
and again, but Howitzer makes his way to his feet! Kolic backs to the other
side of the ring, taunting Howitzer! Howitzer charges at Kolic...but Kolic
holds down the rope, sending Howitzer to the floor! Kolic rebounds off the
far ropes and hits a plancha on Howitzer! Both men are out on the floor!

King: Come on! Get counted out so this match will be over!

JR: The ref counts to 9 and both men roll back in.
Howitzer whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic misses with a clothesline.
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Howitzer ducks out of the way.
Howitzer hits a running elbow smash on Kolic.
Howitzer executes the BFG on Kolic.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Howitzer takes Kolic down with a powerslam.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Howitzer goes for a fallaway slam, but Kolic counters it with a forearm smash.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a kick.
Howitzer goes for a bearhug, but Kolic counters it with a facerake.

JR: Kolic has Howitzer on the ropes! He's signalling for the Binary Blast!

King: Yahh!!

JR: Kolic grabs Howitzer, Irish whips him...no, Howitzer reverses! Howitzer
tries a clothesline, but Kolic ducks! He keeps going, hits the ropes...THERE
IT IS! BINARY BLAST! Kolic goes for the pin!
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

(All the lights in the arena go out, leaving the entire ringside area completely dark. The crowd starts to cheer loudly, even though they have no idea what is going on.)

King: What the hell is going on, J.R.? Who turned off the lights???

J.R.: I have no idea King, I don’t know WHAT could be going on...wait! I think I just saw a shape go streaking down the ramp! But I can’t tell who in the blazes it is! I think he headed for the ring!

King: Maybe it’s the electrician! Oh wait, something’s happening in the ring down there! Can’t make anything out though...I just think I see something moving!

(Several seconds pass, then the lights come back on as suddenly as they went out. In the ring, Kolic is lying flat on his back, totally unconscious. There is a nasty cut on his forehead with blood gushing out of it. Howitzer shakes his head and looks around the ring with a perplexed expression. Then he looks at Kolic for a moment and runs over to make a cover.)

J.R.: Folks, I don’t know what in the wide wide world of sports just happened, but Kolic has been knocked out cold!

(The crowd erupts as the Howitzer jumps up and the ref raises his right hand. "Freuer Frei" starts to blast from the loudspeakers. Howitzer goes to the ropes and has the crew hand him his duffel bag, and a microphone.)

King: Now we’re gonna see what Howitzer’s got in the bag! Maybe it’s that lead pipe he used to bludgeon Scrappy Joe Tunny at Revolution!

(Howitzer reaches into the bag and pulls out a Marine Corps. flag, with the words "Semper Fidelis" written in large letters across the bottom. Howitzer stands over Kolic and yells into the mic.)

HOWITZER: SOLDIERS ARE MINDLESS GRUNTS, HUH??? SEMPER FI DO OR DIE, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE *BLEEP*!

(Howitzer drapes the flag over Kolic’s face and walks back up the ramp. He throws the duffel bag into the crowd.)

King: Talk about making a statement, J.R.!

J.R.: But what the hell happened to Kolic??? Who ran down when the lights went out????
 
JR: OH KING!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY PUT IN THE WATER IN PENNSYLVANIA, BUT GOOD OLE JR HAS GOT TO TAKE A GOOD OLE…..
 
King: JR!!! We’re still on the air.
 
JR: NOT ANYMORE KING!!! WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK AFTER A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR!!
 
(The camera switches to show a cherub-like little boy sleeping in his bed with a grin on his face. Lying next to him on the right is a BMWF Cabbage Patch Doll of Flame. On his left, there is a BMWF Cabbage Patch Doll of Judge Moody. The door to the boys bedroom opens and Bob “Box” Bartelstein walks in with a night cap on his head while carrying a black aluminum baseball bat.)
 
Box: See this little child right here? Look at his cute little face. You can only sleep that good with BMWF Cabbage Patch Kids. THAT’S RIGHT!!!
 
(The little boy springs out of bed looking very surprised. He looks up at Box and screams.)
 
Box: BMWF CABBAGE PATCH KID DOLLS!!!!
 
(The camera changes to show a little boy with dreadlocks carrying a Tyrone Smith doll in his hands and a Bob “Box” Bartelstein doll is sticking out of his backpack in front of a school.)
 
Little Boy: I’M THE RASS NOW YOU UGLY MOTHA!!!
 
(The camera transitions to show Box standing in the middle of a pile of BMWF Cabbage Patch Dolls.)
 
Box: BMWF Cabbage Patch Kids aren’t just for kids…..
 
(A mother opens a bathroom door and yells with horror as she stumbles upon her son in the bathroom. A Cabbage Patch doll of Aquatic goes flying out of the bathroom door.)
 
Son: DANGIT!!! DON’T YOU KNOCK???!!!
 
(The camera switches to a woman smoking a cigarette lying in bed next to a Dreadnaught doll.)
 
Woman: You’re MY daddy Dread, that’s who.
 
(Box is standing inside a toy store next to a display of BMWF Cabbage Patch dolls. A Sexy Ho is standing next to him holding up a Bob “Box” Bartelstein doll.)
 
Sexy Ho: Is the Box doll anatomically correct Boxman?
 
Box: Not at this kiddie store honey.
 
(Box stands in front of a Box, Sledge, White Lightning and El Cruz Blanco doll.)
 
Box: BMWF CABBAGE PATCH DOLLS!!! MANY DIFFERENT WAYS OF ENTERTAINING YOU….THE CHICAGO WAY!!!
 
(The camera changes to show the entire BMWF Cabbage Patch doll collection.)
 
Narrator: THAT’S RIGHT KIDDIES!!! BMWF CABBAGE PATCH KIDS!!! AND COMING SOON!!! BMWF TALKING DOLLS THAT SCREAM WHEN YOU BEND THEIR LIMBS!!!
 
(Fade out.)

(Witherspoon is walking down the hall, wearing a pair of black pants and a grey shirt. He turns a corner and bumps into Couch, who is carying a mic with him. Witherspoon looks down at him and Couch glances up at him, the fact that he' scared out of his mind evident all over his face.)

Witherspoon: Can I help you?

Couch: Im here to do an Interveiw with you...

(Witherspoon sighs)

Witherspoon: Alright, fine. Make it quick though, I gotta get ready for my match.

Couch: Alright, last week you got yourself a match against Shane Perish. Why?

Witherspoon: Well, Shane is a tough competitor, and it should be a good match. And since My Homey Axe is trying for The Hardcore title, I figured I would give the TV title a shot.

Couch: Alright, and how do you feel about Shane personally?

Witherspoon: He's a great competitor, he can do his thing in the ring, but he thinks to much of himself. He goes around talking about how he's such a monter and how everyone should be afraid of him. Well im going to prove that I'm not afraid of Monsters when I beat Pain tonight. Then Im going to go on to the PPV and put Shane in his place, and get me that Title.

Couch: Alright, some big claims from someone who got Pinned by Box at Revolutions.

Witherspoon: This interveiw is over Couch. Now, think about what happened the last time you asked a question like that.

(Witherspoon glares down at him before walking off. Couch looks visibly frightened as the Camera fades)
 
>>>
 

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 Pain begins to walk to the ring. He sneers at a fan that ahs some unkind words for him as he passes. He steps over the top rope and walks to the center of the ring. He raises his arms and drops them. FLames shoot out of the cornerposts.)

Pain: Witherspoon... Never have I seen a man come in and dominate the tag team rankings like you have... I have seen the greats come and go.... Many would love to get their chance for revenge against me... I welcome it.... I look for this match to be your last.... You will become one with them... You will feel my... PAIN!!!!!

Crowd: UG-LY UG-LY UG-LY UG-LY!!!!!

Pain: STOP IT!!!! STOP IT!!!!! I CAN'T STAND IT!!!!! SHUT UP!!!!! WITHERSPOON.... YOU'RE A DEAD MAN BECAUSE OF THESE FOOLS!!!!!!

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

PA: FEED My franken....

(The whole arena is bathed in darkness as the PA system and the lights fade in Sync. Sounds of Confusion fill the ring. Suddenly the PA kicks on again.)

JR: Now whats going on?

King: Who forgot to pay the power bill?

PA: LOOKIN BACK AT ME!

(Crossface by Cold blares from the speakers as the spot lights shine in a blue tinge on the stage. Witherspoon walks out wearing Black pants, his combat boots, and a grey shirt with the sleeves cut off. He points at the crowd as the usual chant begins, with less enthusiasim as before)

Crowd: SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS!

(Witherspoon walks down the ramp...

 (On Witherspoon's way to the ring Shane Perish comes out from behind the
curtain.)

JR: What the hell is he doing out here?

King: what do you mean JR? He's our T.V. champ he deserves to be out here.

(Shane nails Witherspoon in the back of the head with the Television title.
Witherspoon stumbles down the ramp. Shane looks on in shock.)

JR: Witherspooon didn't fall down!

King: He took it JR.

(Shane runs and slams the title into the face of Witherspoon. Witherspoon
hits the ground with a loud thump. Shane picks up Witherspoon and throws him
in the ring.)

Shane: That's the closest you're ever going to get to my title.

(Shane slings the title over his should and walks back up the ramp and
behind the curtain.)

JR: What condition is Witherpsoon going to be in for this match? Don't go away!

JR: This match is already underway!
Pain whips Witherspoon into the ropes.
Pain executes a kick to the head on Witherspoon.
Pain runs into the ropes.
Pain goes for a clothesline, but Witherspoon ducks out of the way.

JR: Witherspoon and Pain lock up in the center of the ring.

They are both trying to push each other across the ring.

King: It's like two big bulls ramming into each other!

JR: Pain is pushing Witherspoon slowly towards the corner!

Witherspoon is fighting back!

Pain pushes Witherspoon into the turnbuckle, and tries to hit him with a forearm

Witherspoon reverses with a boot to the face!

Witherspoon clotheslines Pain to the ground

Witherspoon locks in an arm bar!

King: Witherspoon sure has been using a lot of those lately.

JR: Pain has jut pulled his arm out of it

They are exchanging fists in the ring!

Witherspoon throws Pain into the turnbuckle

Witherspoon lays several chops against Pain's chest

Pain staggers from the corner

Witherspoon catches him in an atomic drop

Witherspoon locks in an arm bar!

Pain reaches the rope and Witherspoon drops the hold

WItherspoon is receiving some scattered cheers

Witherspoon suplexes Pain

Witherspoon goes for the cover

1...2... kick out

King: Witherspoon should no better then that!

JR: Witherspoon throws Pain into the ropes

Witherspoon hits pain with a big boot to the face

Witherspoon lock in another Arm Bar.

Pain breaks the hold

King: he did another one!

JR: He's trying to weaken that arm so that Pain can't Chokeslam him

King: Spoon is 300 lbs, I imagine it would be difficult on its own!

JR: Witherspoon hits a release german suplex on pain

Witherspoon locks in a Boston Crab

Pain makes it quickly to the ropes

Witherspoon throws pain into the corner

Witherspoon rams his shoulder into the gut of Pain a few times

Witherspoon Suplexes Pain from the top rope!

King: Wow! Look at that strength!

JR: Witherspoon goes for the cover!

1....2..... kickout!

Witherspoon hits Pain with big boot to face.
Witherspoon goes for a boot choke, but Pain blocks it.
Pain hits Witherspoon with an elbowsmash.
Pain almost takes Witherspoon's head off with a clothesline
Pain hoists Witherspoon high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Witherspoon crashing hard to the mat.
Witherspoon uses a headbutt on Pain.
Pain sits up.
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.
Witherspoon whips Pain into the turnbuckle.
Pain comes back and rocks Witherspoon with a kick to the midsection.
Pain hits a roundhouse right on Witherspoon.
Pain nails Witherspoon with a gutwrench suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Pain takes Witherspoon down with a kick to the midsection.

JR: Pain has manhandled Witherspoon.

King: What is with these guys trying to go with one name like Pain. He lives up to his. Will Witherspoon do like his name and wither?

JR: Witherspoon just tried a crossbody block. Pain catches him.

King: I knew he would do something stupid like that.

JR: FALL AWAY SLAM!!!!

Pain nails Witherspoon with a side suplex.
Pain takes Witherspoon down with an elbowsmash.
Pain executes a slap on Witherspoon.
Pain executes a backbreaker on Witherspoon.
Pain nails Witherspoon with a kick to the midsection.

JR: Pain takes Witherspoon down with a clothesline

Pain is stomping away on Witherspoon's gut

Pain is choking Witherspoon

Pain releases on a four count

Pain hits Witherspoon with a fore arm to the back!

King: pain is really dominating Spoony here!

JR: Pain hits Witherspoon with a flying clothesline

Pain doubles Witherspoon over with a punch to the gut

Pain lifts Witherspoon up for a powerbomb!

Wait just a minute! Witherspoon fliped down to the ground from Pain's shoulders!

I swear he just fliped in the air!

King: I've never seen anything like that!

JR: Witherspoon hits a crucifrix on Pain!

The crowd is cheering for Witherspoon!

King: These people are actually cheering for Spoon?

JR: Witherspoon throws Pain into the ropes

Witherspoon catches him in a reverse arm bar on the rebound

Pain is screaming in agony

Pain fights to break free

Witherspoon keeps up the hold

The ref asks if Pain wants to quit

Pain shakes his head

Pain breaks free

Witherspoon and pain are exchanging fists in the center of the ring

Pain doubles Witherspoon over with an uper cut to the gut

King: pain is going for another bowebomb!

JR: Wait! Witherspoon has Pain's legs!

Witherspoon has flipes Pain to the ground and locked in a boston crab!

Pain is crawling to the ropes

Witherspoon pulls him back toward the center

Witherspoon puts more preassure on the hold

Pain fights to break free

Pain fights his way to the ropes

Witherspoon drops the hold

Witherspoon Hits a Suplex on pain

Witherspoon goes for the pin

1...2... kick out!

Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".
Witherspoon is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Witherspoon throws Pain out of the ring.
Rick Patrick counts: one, two, three, Pain reenters the ring.
Witherspoon takes Pain down with big boot to face.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Witherspoon catches Pain in a boot choke.
Rick Patrick warns Witherspoon to let go.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three, four.
Pain sits up.
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.

JR: Witherspoon has Pain in an arm bar!

Witherspoon is wrenching on the right arm of Pain!

Pain is fighting the pain!

King: Witherspoon has just been working that right arm the whole match

JR: Pain is fading

The ref lifts his arm up once and it falls

The ref lifts his arm up twice, it falls

The ref lifts his arm up for the third time, and it stays up!

Witherspoon puts mor tourqe on Pain's arm and Pain desperatly reaches for the rope

Pain creams loudly as the crowd is slowly getting behind Witherspoon

Pain grabs the rope!

Witherspoon releases the hold

King: Witherspoon has been a good sport recently JR

JR: Maybe he's come to see the error of his cheating ways

King: YEAH! I hope not!

JR: Witherspoon throws Pain into the ropes

Witherspoon goe for a clothes line, but Pain counters with one of his pwn

Witherspoon staggers to his feet

Pain grabs Witherspoon by the throat!

King: HERE IT COMES!

JRl CHOKESLAM TO...

Wait a sec, Witherspoon just hit an elbow to Pain's head!

Witherspoon Suplexes Pain!

Witherspoon is crouched down while Pain staggers to his feet

King: Look at Witherspoon trying to get pain to get back up! Is he nuts?

JR: Pain is back to his feet, BINNED! WITHERSPOON HAS LOCKED IN BINNED!

Pain is fighting the pain

Pain is trying to reach the ropes

The ref asks Pain if he wants to quit

Pain slowly begins to fight free of the move

Witherspoon: Oh no you dont!

JR: Witherspoon has just dropped to the mat!

He's using that modified Binned on the mat!

Pain's hand is hovering above the mat!

King: Pain is gonna tap!

JR: The cheers for Witherspoon are drowning out the boos!

Pain i fighting the hold

Pain is trying to reach the ropes

Witherspoon puts mor preassure on pain

Pain slams an elbow into Witherspoon's stomach

Witherspoon tightens the hold

Pain slams another elbow

Witherspoon tightens the hold

Pain hits another Elbow and Witherspoon drops the hold, rolling to his feet.

Witherspoon runs into the ropes.
Pain takes Witherspoon down with a kick to the head.

JR: Pain has Witherspoon trapped in... a camel clutch?

King: He is going to break Witherspoon's back!!!!

JR: This crowd has started back with that chant.

King: They need to stay out of this!!!!

JR: Pain has lost all concentration... He released Witherspoon!!!!

King: Block them out Pain.

JR: Witherspoon has gotten up.

King: He should stay down!!!!

JR: CHOKESLAM!!!!!

King: Pain is picking him up!!!!

JR: CORINARY!!!!

King: He is not finished!!!!

JR: TOMBSTONE!!!!!

King: The trifecta!!!!

Pain goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is giving Pain a standing ovation.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Pain!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens with The Headhunter standing beside Slim Jim Sullivan. Slim
Jim turns to The Headhunter with microphone in hand.)

SLIM JIM: Headhunter, tonight you go one on one with Dreadnaught, one of the
top superstars in the BMWF and also a member of The Urban Legends. Now you
have not had much luck against the Urban Legends in recent weeks. You lost
to William Black at Revolution and last week on Bedlam you were defeated by
Mafioso. How are you feeling going into tonight's encounter?

(The Headhunter pauses before giving his answer.)

HEADHUNTER: Up until you just asked me this was at the back of my mind. I
can't believe that England were winning until the last minute then lost in
injury time against the French.

SLIM JIM: Excuse me?

HEADHUNTER: Oh sorry, I forgot that you Americans lack culture. Let me
explain to you. Across the Atlantic there is a massive football tournament
going on in Portugal, and I mean real football. Yes the European
Championships are taking place. England played France yesterday but lost in
injury time. So I'm a little bit upset.

SLIM JIM: Right. And your match?

HEADHUNTER: Let me inform you about this Urban Legends situation. Black
managed to beat me at Revolution, but I got the last laugh. He some how
managed to zip me inside that bag but I got out straight away and stuffed
him inside it instead. I threw him off the stage and damn-near crippled him.
As for Mafioso, I had an off day, simple as that. Dreadnaught will be a
different matter. He is a legend, no doubt about it. But legends have to
know when to quit before their light fades, and Dreadnaught hasn't done
that. Tonight Slim Jim, I will turn out Dread's light.

SLIM JIM: You said last month that you wanted your feud with the Urban
Legends to end, but that has not happened. Why do you think that is?

HEADHUNTER: They just can't realise that they can't keep me down. Not one of
them has the ability to stop me, no combination of them can stop me either.
There is no end to my destruction, and Dreadnaught will be the latest member
of the Urban Legends to discover that!

(The Headhunter storms off, leaving Slim Jim Sullivan alone.)

SLIM JIM: Let's get back to the action!

FADE

JR: Upcoming next…
 
Voice: HOLD THE SHOW! PUMP YO’ BRAKES!
 
King: Look up on stage!
 
(Dreadnaught is seen on the top of the stage with a mic in his hand and wearing a Church of Legends T-shirt. He pulls his sunglasses off and points down to the ring.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yo, JR, sorry to put the show on hold, but I got some knowledge to drop, and I can’t let it go any further! Harry, the (BLEEP) you pulled last week was no kind of behavior for a champion! I AM A CHAMPION! The Church of Legends are people who should be carrying gold, and I won’t stop until that happens! But see, you got peeps like Harry…undeserving heathens…who hold gold. They cry until they get a belt, and then they cheat to keep it! Reno, Lowe, and myself agree…THIS SINNING WILL NOT BE ALLOWED!
 
King: Is this a holy mission?
 
JR: To Dreadnaught it is!
 
Dreadnaught: This is more than a quest for gold! Reno has told me all about the good book, and now, I am here to practice what I preach! And what I preach now is to share the pain that people have inflicted! This pain must be shed to spare your souls! At least my soul will be saved. Harry, your soul may not be savable, but the only way I can find out is to take everything you cherish! And those things are as follows! Harry, I will take your life and your love…that Intercontinental Championship! That is what will spare your soul! Only through pain and deprivation will you know true redemption! Reno is the preacher, and I AM THE REAPER! Believe that I am doing it for you, Harry! This isn’t about the Thug! This is about eternal happiness, and saving your pathetic life. Some people don’t get what the Church of Legends is all about! It’s not just a collection of three dangerous men. It’s about taking pathetic losers and saving them from a life of disappointment and despair! Life as you know it is simply changing! And the Church is the reason why! The Church is here for you, even if you don’t want it, so get ready! Headhunter, all I see is Harry, so your soul is about to be saved as well! Prepare for the Thug, I came to bring the pain!
 
(Dreadnaught holds his hands up high and looks over the crowd.)
 
Dreadnaught: Now, back to you JR!
 
JR: Thanks Dread! He certainly is ready for battle tonight!
 
King: No one told him about your soul JR!

(The BruiserTron starts blinking a cold blue light. The light starts blinking slower, until it freezes on the blue.)

PA: Remember a day….a day where children used to play with action figures outside arenas…..a day when peole came up to BMWF superstars, not afraid to ask for autographs….a day when the BMWF was considered fun, respectable entertainment.

(The light fades out, and we see Inferno and Mineral on the Bruiser Tron. The crowd explodes.)

Mineral: That time has ended. People are only looking for power grabs these days, no one cares about the fans anymore. The BMWF has become introverted, and are losing fans in the process. You need heroes and villians again, and by association, you need the most charasmatic tag team to ever wrestle in that squared circle, THE ECO-SYSTEM BABY! (Crowd pop)

Inferno: So let this be a warning to all tag teams out there…….Dang let's just be direct. MESSENJAHS! You disrespect my old stable and attack my wife. EH EH! You two vs. us two. King of the Kosmos. Eco-System vs. The Messenjahs. We're coming back,and we're coming back with a win. And that's JUST THE LAW-

Crowd/Inferno: OF THE ECO-SYSTEM!

(The BruiserTron goes off as the crowd cheers.)

>>>

(Tobey Miliken is standing in front of a mirror. He is looking at himself and smiling when Misty Rivers walks in. She stands behind him and smiles as well.)

Misty: So tonight you face the AXE-HOLE in the Hardcore tournament. Are you ready for some action?

Tobey: Misty, I was born ready.

(Tobey turns around kisses her)

Tobey: Tonight the fans will all get a taste of Hollywood as The Hollywood Idol shows the BMWF just what he is capable of. No rules, no disqualifications, no holds barred. By the way, I think it’s time that we show a few others what The Hollywood Idol is capable of.

Misty: You don’t mean….

Tobey: Oh you got it baby. A little prelude to our match next week.

Misty: And just what do you have in that evil mind of yours?

Tobey: Hand me my robe babe.

(Misty goes over and hands Tobey his red robe with rhinestones on the back that spells out “The Hollywood Idol”. Tobey slips it on and looks in the mirror.)

Tobey: Definitely. God I look good. Let’s go show Axe a thing or two

>>>

JR: I'm receiving word that Michael Bole is backstage with some information
on Tyrone Smith. Michael, What do you have?

(The scene cuts to Bole backstage)

Bole: JR, the world backstage is that NOBODY knows where Tyrone is. I spoke
to the members of Prime Time, including Tamer, the man Tyrone calls his
"little brother". No one in Prime Time knows Tyrone's whereabouts. They
reported last seeing him leave the group's hotel earlier today.

JR: Ok, Michael, if anything arises, we'll turn to you for information.

Bole: Ok, JR, sounds good.

(Suddenly, Commissioner Dangle comes into view.)

DANGLE: Bole, what is this about nobody knowing where Smith is?

BOLE: Well...it's true!

DANGLE: Don't be stealing my catchphrases, Mike! Anyway, now that Smith is the World Champ, he's better start acting like one and quit acting like a Jamaican!

(Dangle stomps off as Bole stands there looking stupid...)

>>>

(Tobey Miliken is walking down the hall. He stops for a minute and looks inside of Lowedowns dressing room.)

Tobey: Well if it ain't the former WORLD CHAMPION. Good luck tonight Lowedown. I look forward to fighting you next week in the BOX tournament.

(Tobey then runs and attacks Lowedown and the two go at in Lowedown's dressing room. Misty Rivers runs in and as Lowedown is about to punch Tobey in the face Misty sprays pepper spray in Lowedown's eyes. Lowedown falls down screaming in pain. Tobey then drop kicks Lowedown in his face.)

Tobey: You know a long time ago, I came to your aid Lowe. I helped you with your feud with the Brotherhood. But where were you when I was attacked. You were sitting up on your high horse and ignored my cry for help. Well never again. From now on Tobey is taking care of Tobey and no one else.

(Tobey kicks Lowedown one more time and then he and Misty leave.)

Tobey: You are going to regret turning your back on the Hollywood Idol.

>>>

JR: Let's go to the ring for the next match, the first BOX Tournament match,
between Tobey Miliken and Axe.

LILLY: This contest is a BOX Tournament Hardcore match.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Newark, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

Axe

(The lights in the Von Braun Civic Center go out as a strobe effect begins automatically getting the capacity crowd in the Stabler Arena to stand up and roar with boos and the infamous chants as Nirvana's "Lithium" blasts from the speakers.)

(Eventually Axe appears from the back pushing a shopping cart full of weapons as well as a large burlap sack slung over his right shoulder. His hands are wrapped with white tape and barbed wire and is wearing a new black with white lettering sleeveless t-shirt available at concession stands which reads on the front "Crossing The Border..." and on the back "To Loner's Landing!" He is also wearing denim shorts with a tool belt around his waist with a variety of different weapons and has elbow pads, knee pads and steel toe boots on as he pushes the cart down the rampway.)

(He soaks in the boos and chants from the crowd his eyes full of determination, intensity and insanity. Once reaching the end of the ramp he parks the cart to the side of the ring along with his burlap sack and rolls underneath the bottom rope slowly getting to his feet and getting a mic from the ring announcer as the music stops and the lights return to normal. The crowd begin the chant...

CROWD: AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE!

(Axe jumps up to the middle turnbuckle and soaks it all in before hopping back down pacing around the ring back and forth full of excitement and electricity. Finally the crowd stop and Axe raises the mic to his lips beginning to speak.)

Axe: I am going to keep this short and sweet because Tobey I'd rather spend a lot more time kicking your *Bleep* around the ring then talking on this mic to these stupid people!

(The capacity crowd showers with boos as Axe ignores carrying on.)

Axe: Tobey...I live for hardcore matches...and I love when ref's can't do a damn thing no matter how gruesome...bizarre or brutal it is! I could care less...as long as my opponent can't get up and is down for the count or even out for months!

JR: This man is sick!

Axe: I am going to clear that busy schedule of yours Tobey...you ain't going to be facing Lowedown...you ain't going to be become the BMWF Hardcore Champion...your not going to see Mafioso or possibly Witherspoon...because you'll be up in a bed in agonizing pain! I've brought the weapons Tobey as you can see and I plan on using every single one of them! And don't worry I brought the staple gun!

KING: OH, no! not the staple gun! If there's anything Commissioner Dangle can't stand, it's staple guns, tacks and fire!

(The crowd give a small pop as Axe gives an evil smile.)

Axe: Your going to realize you messed with the wrong person...a borderline psychotic and when you cross the border you go to Loner's Landing! Now get your pathetic *Bleep* out here!

(Axe hands the mic back as the crowd boo as Axe rests his arms on the ropes as he waits for the bell and his opponent.)

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

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

*DING DING*

(As the bell sounds Axe crouches low in his lower and begins to yell his eyes full of hate and pure aggression as he catches Tobey with a devastating elbowsmash sending him to the canvas.)

JR: Axe knocking Tobey down with an elbowsmash!

King: Yeah but before that he was screaming like a psycho!

JR: Tobey is quick to his feet but is hit with a shoulderblock.
Miliken gets up again only to receive a dropkick.
Tobey manages to spring up again but is hoisted up and dropped with an Atomic Drop.

JR: Nice series of moves by Axe and now he's stomping away at the ribs of Tobey repeatedly!

King: Not to mention he's wearing steel toe boots JR!

Axe drops a few elbows onto Tobey's ribs and follows up by scrapping his boot across the face of Tobey.

JR: Axe is now gouging the eyes of Tobey and not having to worry about being disqualified as this is a hardcore match.

Axe stops gouging Tobey and grabs his legs spreading them open and looks at the crowd before doing it.

JR: Now come on!

King: He's wearing steel toe boots too!

JR: OH! Axe just kicked Tobey in the groin with that steel toe boot and it's all legal the ref can't do a damn thing!

King: Look at Misty she can't believe it!

Axe gets Tobey to his feet and delivers a knifehand chop leaving a small gash across Tobey's chest as he screams in pain as Axe's hands are tapped and wrapped with barbed wire.

JR: This is just sick!
Axe with another chop!
And a third!
That gash has opened right up and Axe can smell blood and is after him like a shark!

Axe begins to throw left and right closed fists at the body of Tobey leaving more scratches and small gashes.
He charges Tobey in the corner and begins to stomp away at the ribs again until he's slumped at the bottom of the corner and begins to choke him with his boot using the ropes for leverage.

JR: Axe is just cheating his way through this entire match and has been absolutely brutal so far!

King: I think Tobey should have stayed home!

Axe stops and picks Tobey up by the head and begins to run his face across the ropes.
He then bites Tobey's forehead as he screams in agony and follows up with a flurry of punches sending Tobey to the mat.

JR: This is just disgusting and inhumane! Someone has to stop this!

King: You're right. YOU Should be commentating! Oh, you mean about the match!! Well, there's no rules and unfortunately there's nothing that can be done!

JR: Axe uses an elbowsmash on Tobey Miliken.
Axe hoists Tobey Miliken high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends To
bey Miliken crashing hard to the mat.
Axe runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits Axe with a backdrop.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Axe misses with a clothesline.
Axe hits Tobey Miliken with a clothesline.
Axe stands on the middle rope and mouths off to the crowd.
You could hear a pin drop.
Axe runs into the ropes.
Axe misses with a kick.
Tobey Miliken hits Axe with a shoulderblock.
Tobey Miliken is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Tobey Miliken hits Axe with a missile dropkick.
Len Stanley counts: One, shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
A portion of the crowd is booing Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken executes a drop toehold on Axe.
Tobey Miliken uses neckbreaker on Axe.
A portion of the crowd is booing Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Axe takes Tobey Miliken down with a Hotshot.
Axe goes for a running driving kneelift, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Axe hits Tobey Miliken with a shoulderblock.
Axe whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
Axe hits Tobey Miliken with a kick.

JR: Axe is pulling something out from that tool belt which he is wearing and there OH NO! He's got handcuffs!

King: YAHHH!

Axe manages to cuff Tobey to the ropes and then pulls out the stapler from his belt and raises it in the air.

JR: OH GOD NO! He's got that stapler in his hand!
Axe is about to staple but NO! Tobey managed to kick him in the gut!
Axe is trying again NO! Another kick and now Axe has dropped it!

Tobey goes to kick the stapler aside but Axe steps on his ankle.
Axe applies more pressure as Tobey screams in pain until quickly stepping off and grabbing the stapler. Immediately Axe lunges at Tobey and begins to staple his forehead repeatedly.

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

JR: This is sick! Axe is just stapling away at Tobey Miliken's forehead and he's handcuffed to the damn ropes!

King: Wait Tobey's manager Misty is on the apron!

Axe goes over and clocks Misty with the stapler before going back over to Tobey.

JR: Axe is now unlocking the one cuff from the ropes and...he just cuffed himself to Tobey!

King: WHAT?!

Axe runs with Tobey flying forward and as Tobey comes towards him Axe bashes his head with the stapler.
Tobey drops to the mat as Axe staples Tobey on the head.

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

*CLICK!*

JR: MY GOD! Tobey is bleeding like a stuck pig!
Axe is irish whipping Tobe to the ropes and Axe just shoulder blocked him levelling him hard!

Axe hits Tobey with some lefts and rights before unlocking the cuff from his wrist and dropkicking Tobey in the knee sending him to the mat.

JR: Axe is now going out of the ring and bringing the shopping cart in along with the burlap sack!
He's dumping some of the contents King!

King: He's got everything except the kitchen sink unless it's in that sack!

Axe grabs a small bag and dumps it as shiney thumbtacks shatter across the mat.
Axe grabs Tobey and whips him to the ropes as he returns he receives a Backspin DDT sending his head into the thumbtacks and Axe as they lay in pain.

JR: Both men are down and Axe just backspin DDT'ed Tobey into those thumbtacks and there both down!

After awhile Axe gets to his feet and grabs a Stop sign and places it in the middle turnbuckle.

JR: Axe is now getting a bloodied Tobey to his feet and OH MY! He just sent him head first in that stop sign!

King: It's dented in half!

Axe grabs a steel chair and places it across the chest of Tobey.
He then climbs up to the second turnbuckle as the crowd begins to buzz.

JR: I think Axe is about to take flight!
OH MY GAWD! Axe just delivered an elbow drop off the turnbuckle onto that chair onto Tobey's chest!

Axe takes the chair and begins ramming it in Tobey's ribs repeatedly and then begins to choke him with it across his neck.

JR: This is getting out of hand! Somebody stop this! Axe is sick, demented and needs to be stopped dammit!

Axe releases the chair and opens the burlap sack and walks over to the side of the ring and dumps the contents and it is broken shards of glass and other sharp materials. He drags Tobey near the ropes and grabs his legs and then falls back and Tobey is Hot Shot over the ropes and down to the floor below landing on the shards of glass.

CROWD: HOLY *BLEEP!* HOLY *BLEEP!* HOLY *BLEEP!*

JR: I can't believe what I just saw! Axe just sent Tobey over the ropes onto that pile of broken glass and if we thought he was bleeding bad before this is an understatement!

Axe goes up to the nearest turnbuckle and goes for a leg drop but Tobey moves and Axe falls into the shards!

JR: MY GAWD! Axe just fell into that glass as well! He's cut pretty bad!

Both competitors take awhile but Axe gets to his feet and whips Tobey into the post and as he staggers back is hit with a perfect belly-to-back suplex.

JR: Axe is now getting Tobey up again and OH MY! He just whipped him so hard into those steps they came right off!

Axe grabs one of the steps and drops it on the ribs of Tobey.
He picks it up and does it for a second time.
Axe then does it for the third and final time.

JR: Tobey's ribs must be crushed!
Axe is getting Tobey up regardless and is bouncing his head off the metal guard rail.
Now he's oh no...don't do it! He's got him hoisted for a powerbomb!
OH MY GAWD! He just powerbombed Tobey off the guard rail!

Axe grabs Tobey and executes his trifecta of vertical suplexes.
He then rolls Tobey back inside and pulls out two tables sliding them both in the ring.

JR: Axe is setting those tables side by side and he's picking up, is that what I think it is King?!

King: It's gasoline! YAHH!

Axe begins to pour gasoline over the tables and dumps the remaining on Tobey who screams in pain and rolls around because of the open wounds.

JR: Axe has his Zippo lighter and just threw it towards the tables and there engulfed in flames!
Axe is now getting Tobey to his feet and there hitting each other back and forth with lefts and rights, Tobey trying to fight back!

Axe whips Tobey to the ropes and as he returns he catches him with a Powerslam sending Tobey and himself onto the tables as the crowd begin to chant!

CROWD: HOLY *BLEEP!* HOLY *BLEEP!* HOLY *BLEEP!*

JR: Axe just powerslammed Tobey onto both of those flaming tables and they are both on fire!

Axe rolls around and grabs a nearby exstinguisher and sprays himself off he walks over to Tobey and levels him with it first.

*CRACK!*

JR: Instead of putting the fire out Axe hit hit him with the exstinguisher instead!

Axe sprays Tobey in the eyes and then finally his body and goes for a small package in doing so.

JR: One.......Two.....Thre....NO! Somehow Tobey got his shoulder up!

King: I don't know how JR! These two have been put through hell and back!

Axe picks up a can of mase and a taser.
He sprays the mase in Tobey's eyes who screams in pain and Axe then begins to tase him repeatedly.

JR: That's enough dammit!

Axe gets Tobey to his feet kicks him in the gut causing him to double over and executes The Loner's Landing!

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

Axe doesn't go for the cover and decides to drag Tobey and himself up the ramp.

King: Why doesn't he pin him he has this match won!

JR: I think Axe is going to take this even farther if that's possible!

Axe executes a Russian legsweep on the stage and gets in a few chops followed by some punches before whipping Tobey off the stage but gets reversed however Axe manages to stop just before falling off.

Tobey Miliken looks under the ring and pulls out a fire extinquisher. Tobey sprays it in Axe's face and hits him over the head with the extinguisher. Axe falls down and is hurt and bleeding badly.

J.R.: What a hit to the head.

King: Axe is covered in that white stuff and blood is now running down his face. He looks horrible.

Tobey pulls out a black velvet bag out from under the ring and smiles.

King: I don't like that smile J.R.

Tobey slides back into the ring and pours thumbtacks all over Axe's limp body.
Tobey climbs the turnbuckle and then does a frog splash on Axe sending thumbtacks into Axe and Tobey

J.R.: I think Tobey hurt himself just as much as he did Axe.

They both lay in the ring motionless.

J.R.: This has been one loooooong match, King.

King: It's for a shot at Box's Hardcore title, J.R.!! What do you expect, somebody to just roll over?

J.R.: I was just making an asinine sports commentator remark, King.

(Just as The Hollywood Idol and Axe are starting to get in the ring, the lights in the arena go out. The crowd erupts.)

J.R.: AGAIN??? What the hell is going on here? This is the second time tonight somebody killed the lights!!

King: What I wanna know is, who's going to be left standing when the lights come back on! Last time this happened, poor Kolic got laid out in the middle of the ring!

(The audience can dimly make out scuffling figures in the middle of the ring. They hear a loud *THUD*. The lights come back on. Axe is flat on his back in the middle of the ring, out cold. Tobey Miliken looks at him and smirks, pointing at the prone Axe and showboating for the crowd. The crowd cheers wildly.)

King: Now Axe is knocked out! This is turning into a real Agatha Christie-style whodunit!!

J.R.: "A real Agatha Christie-style whodunit?" Where the hell did you pull THAT one from?

King: J.R., I read, you know. And besides, that Miss Marple had some great puppies!

J.R.: ANYWAY...Miliken's done playing to the crowd...he's going for the cover on Axe, though it's pretty much academic at this point.

They are both still down. Tobey starts to stumble up.

JR:Wait a minute! Lowedown is making his way to the ring! What is he doing here?

King:Well, I'm thinking he's here because Tobey has claimed that he is the new lion and Lowedown is the old man of the BMWF!

JR:Lowedown is barely close to 30! He's still in his prime!

King:And Tobey might just learn a lesson here right now!

(Lowedown makes his way to the ring and watches the match closely as both men are in the ring. As Tobey is whipped into the ropes, Lowedown catches the foot of Tobey and drags him out of the ring viciously. Lowedown wastes no time as he levels Tobey down with a heavy clothesline that drops him to the concrete floor. Lowedown is smiling down at Tobey as he drives his foot reaptedly down into his ribs. Lowedown grabs a hold of the neck of Tobey and pulls him up with force. Lowedown puts the Testicular claw on Tobey and then hoists him high with a military press. Lowedown looks up at Tobey and smiles before he throws him face first right into the steel ringpost. Lowedown watches Tobey fall to the concrete floor and then looks up at Axe and waves to him. Lowedown then picks Tobey and throws him back into the ring...)

JR:Lowedown is trying to teach Tobey a lesson here tonight!

King:I think he just wants to hurt him if you ask me!

(Lowedown slides in the ring behind Tobey and crouches behind Tobey as he waits for Tobey to get up. Lowedown places Tobey between his legs and executes a powerbomb on Tobey in the middle of the ring. Lowedown then slides back out of the ring just long enough to pick up a steel chair and tosses it back into the ring. Lowedown holds the chair high in the air and begins slamming it down on the back of Tobey. Lowedown doesn't stop driving the steel chair down as Axe looks on in disbelief. After almost a full minute of Tobey being slammed with the steel chair, Lowedown finally stops and looks at the chair and gives him patented smirk to the crowd...)

JR:I don't believe this! Someone get Lowedown out of there!

King:But these are hardcore rules J.R! I don't think it matters!

(Lowedown looks around before he finally climbs up to the top rope and catches Tobey with the "Going Down" elbowdrop. Tobey appears to be convulsing from the pain as Lowedown finally slides out of the ring and leaves the ringside area...)

JR:Lowedown just walked right to the ring and brutally assaulted Tobey!

King:I say Tobey had it coming!

JR: Axe then launches off with an elbow drop connecting and decides to deliver another Loner's Landing for good measure going for the pin.

Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Axe!

JR: This one is over! And folks I think Tobey and Axe are going to need some serious medical attention!

King: Your not kidding this match was unbelieveable Axe truly is a psycho!

(Axe gets his arm lifted by the ref and lays in exhaustion covered in blood and looking hurt, he is helped by the official and the crowd boos as he very slowly makes his way to the back not before looking at Tobey one last time before smiling evily. )

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera cuts to the garage where Ash is climbing out of a black pick-up. He reaches up to close the truck door and slightly winces. He shoulders his gear wincing again, and then heads into the Arena. He opens the door to the arena and almost runs over Slim. Ash tries to side step him but Slim puts a mic in his face.)

Slim: Ash it’s good to see you back, how are you feeling?

Ash: Slim, only cause we’re friends I’m going to tolerate you right now. You have 2 questions. I’ll answer your first one. I’m feeling like somebody got the upper hand on me and that I owe somebody a trip to the emergency room. Next.

Slim: So I take it you’re talking about William Black?

Ash: Slim, you’d be best not to be repeating that name in my presence. You saw the tape same as me Slim, just know that everyone that hand a hand in my injuries is marked. For what? That’d ruin the fun, if I told you that. You know Slim, I take it back, I’m not giving you anymore questions. This is over. I’ve got a score to settle, and until I’m finished, I’m not going to be much for socializing. So we’ll see you down the road Slim.

(Ash shoulders his back and winces, but then walks off into the arena. Slim shrugs to the camera as it fades..)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of South Central L.A....
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Dreadnaught

PA: CONSIDER THIS AN INVITATION TO MY GANGSTA NATION!
 
(The Stabler arena leaps to their feet as the Bruiser-tron shows a spinning globe. It spins until it stops over the US and then zooms in on California. The border of California glows red, and then the entire state turns red. Suddenly the red spreads throughout the country. Pyro explodes from the stage as “Gangsta Nation” by Westside Connection blasts through the arena.)
 
JR: Dreadnaught is here to do battle with Headhunter!
 
King: But, he really wants Harry and a piece of the Intercontinental Title!
 
(From all the pyro smoke, Dreadnaught emerges on stage with his arms in the air. He looks out over the crowd and then makes his way down to the ring.)
 
JR: Dreadnaught looks intense here tonight!
 
(Dreadnaught slides under the bottom ropes and stares into the eyes of Headhunter.)


LILLY: His opponent...
From Croydon, London, England...
Weighing in at 302 pounds...

The Headhunter

JR: Dreadnaught attacks The Headhunter before the bell.

*DING DING*

JR: Dreadnaught whips Headhunter into the rope.
Headhunter bounces off and Dreadnaught leaps over.
Dreadnaught spins around and catches Headhunter with a powerslam.
 
King: Headhunter just got planter!
 
JR: Dreadnaught stands up and kicks away at Headhunter.
Dreadnaught pulls Headhunter up.
Dreadnaught hits a standing dropkick.
Headhunter falls over the top rope.
 
King: I think Dread is taking off!
 
JR: Dreadnaught grabs the top rope.
Dreadnaught sets down and launches over the top.
Dreadnaught lands a plancha on Headhunter.
 
King: Both men are out!
 
JR: Dreadnaught struggles to his feet.
Dreadnaught grabs Headhunter and tosses him in the ring.
Dreadnaught climbs up on the apron.
Dreadnaught leaps in with a leg drop on Headhunter.
Dreadnaught with the cover.
1…2…kick out!

Dreadnaught gets a wristlock on The Headhunter.
The Headhunter tries to escape the hold.
The Headhunter breaks the hold after 16 seconds.
The Headhunter whips Dreadnaught into the ropes.
The Headhunter misses with a kick.

JR: Dreadnaught is up!
Dreadnaught spears Headhunter.
Dreadnaught fires several fists at the head of Headhunter!
 
King: He is trying to cover up!
 
JR: The ref is pulling Dread off.
Dreadnaught stands up and stalks behind Headhunter.
Headhunter struggles to his feet!
 
King: SUPERKICK!
 
JR: Headhunter is dropped to the mat.
Dreadnaught is up on the top turnbuckle.
Dreadnaught points at Headhunter.
Dreadnaught leaps and connects with the LA Hangover.
Dreadnaught with a cover.
1…2…foot on the rope!

Dreadnaught almost takes The Headhunter's head off with a clothesline
Dreadnaught covers The Headhunter.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dreadnaught uses an uppercut on The Headhunter.
Dreadnaught takes The Headhunter down with a dropkick.
Dreadnaught uses a scissor kick on The Headhunter.
Dreadnaught takes The Headhunter down with a DDT.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Dreadnaught takes The Headhunter down with an uppercut.
Dreadnaught nails The Headhunter with a powerslam.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Dreadnaught catches The Headhunter in ankle lock.
The Headhunter is valiantly trying to break the hold.
The Headhunter is inching his way towards the ropes.
The Headhunter tries to escape the hold.
The Headhunter makes it to the ropes after holding out for 19 seconds.

JR: Dreadnaught is attacking the back!
Dreadnaught lifts Headhunter into the air.
Dreadnaught with a backbreaker!
Dreadnaught kicks the back of Headhunter!
 
King: He seems focused on the back.
 
JR: Dreadnaught rolls Headhunter over.
Dreadnaught with a Camel Clutch.
Headhunter is screaming in pain!
 
King: He is reaching for the ropes!
 
JR: Dreadnaught leaps and drops all of his weight on Hunter.
Headhunter stretches and grabs the ropes.
The ref pulls Dreadnaught off.
 
King: Dread is holding back.
 
JR: Headhunter charges!
Dreadnaught kicks him in the gut.
Dreadnaught grabs him and hoists him up in the air.
 
King: DREAD-BOMB!
 
JR: Dreadnaught slams his back to the mat.
Dreadnaught with a cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Dreadnaught!

JR: We'll be right back!

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

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

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Hardcore Harry

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

The BMWF U.S. Champion...
Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out to the boos of the fans. He stand at the top of the rampway. He begins to walk down to the ring with the US title strapped around his waist. He becomes a target for the garbage that the fans have at ringside. He steps through the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring and stands there as the fans get on his case. He folds his arms and appears to be bored.)

Scotty: I know that so many of ya's been thinkin' that the Brothahood has been layin' low for a long time... But it is time for everyone ta know somethin'.... I got a surprize for a supastar lata on tanight. But for some unknown reason I am forced ta face a friend... A Brothahood memba at that... Harry... I ain't holdin' back on ya... Not in the least... But listen up.... Ta the man I want to learn ta fear the Brothahood.... Yer gonna have a nightmare soon.... And when this happens yer stinkin' miserable life ain't neva gonna be the same... As a matta fact, yer gonna be just like all these morons right here in Bethlehem.

(The crowd boos him more and throw even more trash into the ring. Scotty laughs as they continue.)

Scotty: Like this is supposed ta botha me. Anyways... Ta everyone I face... beat me.... If ya can.... Survive.... If I let ya...
*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Scotty Scott takes Hardcore Harry down with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Scotty Scott whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits Scotty Scott with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry takes Scotty Scott down with a choke slam.
Hardcore Harry is going for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry goes for a piledriver, but Scotty Scott blocks it.
Scotty Scott throws Hardcore Harry out of the ring.
Scotty Scott rolls out under the bottom rope.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Earl Hepner counts: 2.
Scotty Scott is starting to bleed.
Hardcore Harry whips Scotty Scott into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Scotty Scott throws Hardcore Harry into the ringsteps.
Scotty Scott shoves Hardcore Harry into the guardrail.
Scotty Scott uses a German suplex on Hardcore Harry.
Earl Hepner counts: 3.
Scotty Scott runs Hardcore Harry into the ringpost.
The cheers for Scotty Scott are drowning out the boos.
Earl Hepner counts: 4.
Earl Hepner counts: 5.
Scotty Scott goes for a powerbomb, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry climbs back into the ring.
Scotty Scott rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Hardcore Harry whips Scotty Scott into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry goes for a hiptoss, but Scotty Scott blocks it.
Scotty Scott goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Hardcore Harry
counters it with a punch.
Hardcore Harry goes for an atomic drop, but Scotty Scott counters it with
a backward kick.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Scotty Scott.

JR: Scotty and Harry have not backed up one bit.

King: It is like watching brothers fight. Almost too painful to watch.

JR: Scotty shoots into the ropes. A clothesline that just about takes Harry's head off!!!

King: I can't watch this JR.

JR: Harry is getting up.... DDT!!!!!

Scotty Scott uses a belly-to-back suplex on Hardcore Harry.
Scotty Scott whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry misses with a shoulderblock.
Scotty Scott smacks Hardcore Harry with a devastating flying clothesline .
The cheers for Scotty Scott are drowning out the boos.
Scotty Scott uses a Russian legsweep on Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry hits him with a low blow.
The cheers for Hardcore Harry are drowning out the boos.
He goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry whips Scotty Scott into the ropes.
Scotty Scott misses with a clothesline.
Hardcore Harry misses with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry nails Scotty Scott with a sidewalk slam.
Hardcore Harry goes for the Hardcore Hell, but he can't do it.
Scotty Scott goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Hardcore Harry
counters it with a facerake.
Hardcore Harry goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Scotty Scott
counters it with a facerake.
Scotty Scott goes for a powerslam, but Hardcore Harry counters it with a lariat.
The cheers for Hardcore Harry are drowning out the boos.
In turn, Scotty Scott counters it with a crucifix.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: Scotty is in the corner. Harry is charging in....

King: Is it over? I can't bare to watch.

JR: Scotty just hit Harry with a boot to the face. Harry is staggered!!!!

King: They are like brothers!!!!

JR: Scotty has Harry trapped in the Scottamission!!!!

King: JR just tell me when it is over.

JR: Harry is fading fast.

Hardcore Harry hits him with a low blow.
The cheers for Hardcore Harry are drowning out the boos.
Earl Hepner calls for the DQ.
Scotty Scott doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Scotty Scott!

JR: These two had a battle!
 
King: I think the battle is starting now!
 
(The camera shows Dreadnaught sprinting down to the ring with a chair.)
 
JR: The Union members don’t see him!
 
(Dreadnaught stands behind Scotty with the chair up.)
 
King: Don’t turn around Scotty!
 
**SMACK**
 
JR: Scotty gets dropped to the mat!
 
(Harry spins around and throws a punch at Dread.)
 
JR: Dreadnaught ducks and drops the chair.
Dreadnaught grabs Scotty and holds him up!
Dreadnaught delivers a Dread-bomb right on the chair.
 
(Harry collapses on the chair.)
 
King: I think Harry is dead!
 
(Dreadnaught calls for a mic.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yo, Harry I still want the last man standing match at the PPV! And it looks like you would lose! So, appease the Gods of revenge, and grant me my wish! The Church won’t have it any other way!
 
(Dreadnaught stares into the vacant eyes of Harry before walking out of the ring and up the ramp.)

JR: We'll be right back!