BMWF Bedlam Part III

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

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is in his gear. Tamer
looks at the camera.)

Tamer: Looks like the tides are changing. Prime Time is on the up and up.
Last week as a stable we received blockbuster news. The furnace of
Fabulousity is on the comeback trail. "Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt is
coming back. My brother in arms. A founding member of Prime Time will
return. But that wasn't the end of the news. Inferno and Mineral, The
Eco-System will return at the Pay-Per-View. Prime Time will simply put, be
unstoppable. The BMWF better be ready. Because the time is now...

(Tamer smiles.)

Tamer: But, those things aren't happening tonight. Tonight is the first
round of the BOX tournament. The first round of the Beat Others Xtremely
Hardcore Championship Tournament. The table has been set. Tonight I face
Lowedown. The former World Champ.

(Tamer rolls his neck.)

Tamer: Lowedown, make no mistake. I've said it before and I'll say it again.
Personally I have no beef with you. But tonight is about gold. I'm coming to
fight you, and I'm coming to win. In your career you've done a lot. But none
of that matters tonight. You previous wins can't beat me. Your title reigns
can't beat me. Your stable can't beat me. Only one man can do that tonight
and that man is you. The only thing that matters is what we do in the ring
tonight. Nothing else. Momentum is meaningless. That is nothing more than a
by-product. It's a mental push. It's a belief that you can't be stopped
because you've been winning a lot. Nothing more. The only thing that is
significant tonight is what we do in the ring. Hell what we say can only
have so much effect. I know you. Your not about to let mental games or big
talk get to you.

(Tamer shakes his head.)

Tamer: Neither am I. I fear no man, No one intimidates me, and no one can
take anything I've done away from me. If you do beat me tonight Lowedown,
its just a loss. I move on next week. Same goes with you. But, it does mean
something doesn't it? Being the man that has his name in the win column.
The big V in the history books. Advancing in this tournament. Walking one
step closer to the hardcore title.

(Tamer takes off his sunglasses.)

Tamer: I'll cut the crap Lowedown. It's very simple. No reason for me to
drag this out any longer. I want to win, I have the will, and the way.
You're the roadblock in my path and I plan to knock you down. Nothing more,
nothing less. I want to win. No alter motives. I want the gold. Maybe that
sounds greedy. But that's what its all about. This isn't personal in any
sense. So I'll see you out there Lowedown....

(Tamer clears his throat and looks into the camera.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!

FADE

>>>

(Reno Fontayne and Dreadnaught are shown getting ready for tonites matches. Reno has his leather wrestling tights on and a tee shirt that reads "THE CHURCH OF LEGENDS". Dreadnaught is standing close by lacing up his boots wearing a similar tee-shirt.)

Reno: So you know what to do?

Dread: Bro, consider it done. If any of those TCW fools show up. Lowe and I will personally take care of them.

Reno: Perfect. This Box, he seems talented. Perhaps a little unstable. Then again we all are a little unstable. I have a score to settle with this man, you and I would be wearing tag team gold if he and this Headhunter had not interfered in that match.

Dread: I got Headhunter, you got my back?

Reno: I wouldn't be anywhere else. You go thru that curtain and Lowe and I will be waiting on the other side. There had better not be any fools brave enough to keep this hunter fellow from getting what he deserves!

Dread: I here that!

Reno: Let's do this!

(The two Church Members give each other a high five as they head toward the ring.)

>>>

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

Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 250 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
Bob "Box" Bartlestein
 
(The Bruisertron blanks out to be replaced by a green screen that reads, “The Following Match Has Not Been Screened For Content, View At Your Own Risk.”)
  
JR: THIS MAN IS TRANSFORMING THE BUSINESS KING!! A CURRENT TWO BELT CHAMPION AND HOST OF HIS OWN B.O.X. HARDCORE TOURNAMENT!!
 
King: YOU CAN MAKE THE ARGUMENT JR THAT THE BOXMAN IS THE MAN TO BEAT IN THE BMWF RIGHT NOW!! NOW LET’S GET ON WITH THE RATINGS!!
 
(“Hellraiser” by Motorhead thunders loudly over the arena speakers as the Bruisertron switches over to a scene of the City Of Chicago. After a few moments, Bob “Box” Bartelstein emerges from behind the curtain and steps out onto the ramp. Box is dressed in a dark polo shirt, blue jeans, and Sketcher boots. He is carrying a black aluminum baseball bat via a holster on his back. Box is wearing both the BMWF Hardcore and Tag Team Championship belts around his waist.)
 
JR: Despite all that Box has going on right now, he’s got to keep his mind focused on Reno Fontayne otherwise he’s in for a surprise.
 
King: The Boxman can’t afford to look ahead JR. Reno Fontayne is capable of coming out and pulling off an upset.
 
PA: I’m living on an endless road
      Around the world for rock and roll
      Sometimes it feels so tough
      But I still ain’t had enough
 
(Box walks over to each side of the ramp firing up the crowd.)
 
Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!
 
(Box continues his walk down the ramp as his anthem blisters the eardrums of those in attendance.)
 
PA: I keep saying that it’s getting too much
      But I know I’m a liar
      Feeling all right in the noise and the light
      But that’s what lights my fire
 
(Box steps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle to face the camera-side of the crowd. He raises his bat out of its holster to acknowledge the fans.)
  
Crowd: TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!!
 
PA: Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
    Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
    Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
    Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you
 
(Box enters the ring between the second and top ropes and waits for the match to begin.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From New Orleans, LA...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Pretty Boy" Reno Fontayne

(A spinning globe appears on the Bruisertron the globe slows as a lone stretch of highway is shown. A street sign reads HELL POPULATION 3.)

PA: GOING MY WAY!?!?!?!

("Highway to Hell" begins to pound thru the arena as Reno Fontayne steps thru the curtain wearing his leather clerics tunic and his leather wrestling tights.)

JR: These fans love Reno King!
King: These fans are morons!

(Reno walks slowly down the ramp as flames ignite every three feet in front of him as he makes his way toward the ring. Reno rolls under the ring as the house lights go black and a lone white spotlight shines down on Reno in the center of the ring. Reno calls for the microphone.)

Reno: BOX! Tonite here in front of these fans! I'm not the preacher! Tonite is about settling scores! Tonite is about setting what was wronged ...right! Tonite I'm gonna show you why I was wearing that Hardcore title while you and Sledge were still sitting around the house playing mine and Dreads characters on BMWF BEDLAM. The Video Game. So come on down here Boy!


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Box uses a big boot to the face on Reno Fontayne.
Box is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.
Box runs into the ropes.
Box hits Reno Fontayne with a kick.
Box nails Reno Fontayne with a running powerslam.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Box goes for a running powerslam, but Reno Fontayne blocks it.
Reno Fontayne locks Box in a sleeperhold.
Box makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
Reno Fontayne uses a reverse neckbreaker on Box.
Reno Fontayne goes for an eye gouge, but Box blocks it.
Box runs into the ropes.
Reno Fontayne hits Box with a kick.

JR: Box is all over Reno, King!
King: Yeah! Finally somebody is shutting this idiot up!

(Reno is whipped hard into the turnbuckle by Box.)

JR: Reno's on dream street King!
King: This is great! Box is a superstar!

(Box close in on Reno in the corner as he does Reno lifts a high knee to the chin of Box sending him hard to the mat.)

JR: Somebody was playing Possum!
King: Why? do yo Oklahoma guys always talk about Roadkill!
JR: Have you Tried it with my barbecue sauce?
King: Enough of the shameless plugs!
JR: Like your hairplugs aren't shameless!?!?!

(Reno picks up the leg of Box and drives his knee in to the back of Box's leg. Box lets out a howl of pain as Reno continous to do this move over and over again. Reno begins levereging Box 's leg back as he contineues to drive his knee into it.)

JR: Reno is trying to break Box's leg!
King: Geez! I'm suprised you didn't say classic Fontayne wrestling!

(Reno kneels down putting his knee into the soft spot behind Box's leg and begins wrenching the leg back and forth.)

JR: Now that is Classic Fontayne wrestling!
King: what are you in his fan club!

JR: Reno Fontayne runs into the ropes.
Box goes for cartwheel splash, but Reno Fontayne ducks out of the way.
Reno Fontayne whips Box into the ropes.
Reno Fontayne hits Box with a backdrop.
Reno Fontayne goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but Box counters it with
a backward kick.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Box.
Box whips Reno Fontayne into the ropes, but Reno Fontayne reverses it.
Reno Fontayne hits Box with a kick.
Reno Fontayne takes Box down with a reverse neckbreaker.

JR: These two are standing in the center of the ring trading hard right and left hands!

(Box rocks Reno back with a hard right hand sending the Legend down to one knee. Box tries to kick Reno but Reno rolls tripping Box and crawling on top of him. The crowd surges as Reno begins pounding Box's head against the mat. The referee tries to order Reno to stop but he ignores the referees pleas and continues to pound Box's head into the mat over and over again.)

JR: Reno's flirting with a DQ here.
King: I think that is the only thing Reno has flirted with in a while.

(Reno finally breaks the hold the fans stand on there feet as Reno raises his arms into the air.)

Reno: NOW WE GO TO SCHOOL!!

(Reno lifts the dazed Box to his feet before sending him back to the mat with a devestating knife edge chop that leaves a large red welt across the chest of Box.)

JR: The Hardest chops in the buisness!
King: Box needs to do something here!

(Reno pulls Box to his feet as he does Box hits a low blow out of sight of the referee. Reno crumples to his knees.)

JR: Taking a page from Reno's playbook right there king!

Reno Fontayne goes for spinning legdrop, but Box blocks it.
Reno Fontayne begs off.
Box takes Reno Fontayne down with a fallaway slam.
Box takes Reno Fontayne down with a dropkick to the knee.
Box goes for a German suplex, but Reno Fontayne counters it with a facerake.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Reno Fontayne goes for an inverted DDT, but Box blocks it.
Box goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Reno Fontayne counters it with a punch
.
Reno Fontayne puts Box in a sleeperhold.
Box breaks the hold with a jawbreaker after 5 seconds.
Reno Fontayne sends Box into the turnbuckle, but Box reverses it.
Box charges in with a superplex.
Box is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Box nails Reno Fontayne with a low blow.
Box nails Reno Fontayne with a knife edge.

JR: BOX OUT!!! BOX OUT ON RENO!!!
 
JR: Box is screaming for Reno to pass out.
The referee lifts up Reno’s arm and it drops.
 
King: Two more times and this match is over.
 
JR: The referee lifts up Reno’s arm a second time and it drops.
Box looks at the referee and shakes his head.
 
King: WHAT IS BOX DOING? HE HAD RENO DEAD IN THE RING!
 
JR: I don’t like where this could take us King.
Box lets go of Fontayne and he drops to the mat like a bad habit.
Bartelstein exits the ring and sets up a table on the outside near the ring steps and ring post.
 
King: OH GREAT!!! I SWEAR BOX THINKS THE RING IS HIS OWN PERSONAL ERECTOR
SET!! Speaking of erector sets JR, I have my own you know.
 
JR: No King, not the pills in your pocket, you mean an actual erector set.
 
King: HEY!!
 
JR: Box grabs Reno and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle nearest the table that is setup on the
outside.
Box stands on the second rope and softens up Reno with hard shots to the skull.
Box picks up Reno Fontayne and…
 
JR: MY GOD!!! MY GOD!!! BOX JUST HEAVED RENO FONTAYNE THROUGH THAT TABLE
KING!!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!! AS GOD AS MY WITNESS RENO FONTAYNE HAS BEEN
DESTROYED!!!
 
King: WE NEED A MEDIC!!! MAN DOWN!!!
 
Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!
 
JR: Box stands on the top rope and looks down at Reno Fontayne.
Box is looking up at the sky and is pointing at Reno.
 
King: WHAT IS BOX SAYING?
 
JR: I DON’T KNOW KING, HE DOESN’T HAVE A MIC.
 
King: Well he may have one soon.
 
(Box is motioning for a microphone and is handed one by a BMWF roadie.)
 
Box: YOU THINK YOU’RE A PREACHER? SOME KIND OF PROPHET? I’M CALLING YOU
FOR WHAT YOU ARE RENO FONTAYNE!!! YOU’RE A FALSE PROPHET!! YOU
COMMIT BLASPHEMY AND THINK YOU PREACH SOME HOLY MESSAGE. YOUR HOLY
MESSAGE IS JUST SOME LOAD OF HORSE BLEEP AND YOU CAN SHOVE IT STRAIGHT
UP YOUR BLEEP!!!!
 
Box: I’VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!! PEOPLE THAT SUPPOSEDLY
PREACH MORALITY, BUT YET ARE THE WORST SINNERS THEMSELVES!!! YOU
WANT TO COMBAT SIN RENO WITH YOUR TWO BUDDIES DREAD AND LOWEDOWN?
 
(Box looks at the crowd and then down at Reno who is still motionless outside the ring in a bloody wood-pulp covered heap.)
 
Box: WELL THEN LOOK NO FURTHER BECAUSE THE BIGGEST SINNER IN BMWF HISTORY IS STANDING RIGHT HERE IN
THIS RING AND I AM GOING TO ESCORT YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!!!!
 
(Box throws the mic down and walks to the outside of the ring.)

Box hits a low blow on Reno Fontayne.
Box punches Reno Fontayne.

They get back into the ring.
Box kicks Reno Fontayne.
Reno Fontayne punches Box.
Reno Fontayne doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he
's getting.

JR: These two combatants have hit each other with everything they have!

(Box throws Reno thru the ropes to the hard concrete floor below. Reno lays in a heap in front of the steel ring steps. Box picks Reno up and attempts to Irish whip him into the unforgiving steps.)

JR: Reno Reversed It!!!

**CRASH***

(Box sailes into the steps face first sending the steps flying from the ringside area to the Bruisertron ramp. A crimson stream of blood begins to quickly flow across the face of Box. Reno slowly begins to walk toward the fallen TCW member.)

JR: What is wrong with Reno! Look at his face
King: I told you he was nuts!

(Reno appears to be dazed as he looks down at Box. The BMWF fans begin to chant "RENO" as he slowly begins to take off his clerics tunic.)

JR: This is unusual!
King: Maybe he's gonna help mop up some of Box's blood?

(Reno hurls the tunic into the crowd as they explode in celebration.)

RENO: THIS IS BETWEEN YOU AND ME!! GOD IS TAKING THE NIGHT OFF!!!!

(Reno begins stomping the fallen Box over and over. The blood splatters everytime the size 13 boots of Reno connect with Box's forehead)

JR: The referee needs to get controll of this match!!

(Reno picks Box up and throws him into the ring at the feet of the referee. The referee begins to admonish Reno ordering him to wrestle a clean match.)

JR: Reno has gone to a very dark place KING!
King: I don't think this is gonna be good!

(Reno begins grinding his knee into the open wound on Box's face causing more blood to flow from the wound as Reno grinds the rough edges of his leather pants into the open wound tearing and gashing it to force more blood from the damaged forehead of Box.)

JR: He still has his demons and unfortunately Box is meeting one of them tonite!
King: Come on Ref those pants are like a foreign object!!

Reno Fontayne hits Box with an inverted DDT.
Reno Fontayne executes a series of punches on Box.
Reno Fontayne nails Box with a bulldog.
Reno Fontayne hits Box with a chop.
Reno Fontayne hits Box with a forearm smash.
Reno Fontayne uses a bulldog on Box.
The crowd is wildly cheering Reno Fontayne with only a few scattered boos
audible.
Reno Fontayne runs into the ropes.
Box hits Reno Fontayne with a backdrop.
Reno Fontayne falls out of the ring.
Box goes outside.
Box smacks Reno Fontayne with a devastating short clothesline .

Box throws Reno Fontayne back into the ring.

JR: Reno Fontayne has Box in the corner bloodied from a series of hard right hands.
 
King: LOOK AT THE BLOOD COMING FROM BOX’S HEAD!! I HOPE HE’S GOT A GOOD MAKEUP ARTIST FOR HIS NEXT
        COMMERCIAL.
 
JR: Reno steps back and looks at Bartelstein.
Reno laughs at Box, but Bartelstein charges out of the corner and rams Reno into the opposite turnbuckle.
Box screams wildly as he chops and kicks Reno Fontayne down onto the ground.
Box exits the ring, grabs a folding chair, his black aluminum baseball bat and plays to the crowd.
 
Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!
 
King: Oh Reno is gonna get it now!!
 
JR: Box throws the chair into the ring and then enters the ring between the second and third
ropes.
Reno groggily stands up and gets planted by a running boot to the face.
Box picks up the folding chair and…..
 
King: AAAHHHHH!!!! I CAN’T WATCH!!! RENO SPEAKS THE TRUTH!!! HE’S A HOLY MAN!!!
 
JR: Box maniacally brings down the chair hard onto Reno Fontayne.
Reno screams in pain as the Boxman rains down chair shots to various parts of his body.
 
Crowd: 9….10…..11….12…..13……
 
JR: MY GOD!!! MY GOD!!! BOX HAS SNAPPED!!! HE’S LOST IT KING!! SOMEBODY BETTER
STOP THIS MATCH BEFORE HE KILLS RENO!!! HE’S GONNA KILL RENO!!
 
JR: Box lifts the chair high up over his head and looks at the crowd.
 
Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!
 
JR: Box holds his thumb in the air and the crowd boos wildly.
 
King: Apparently these people have seen Gladiator. That must’ve been where Box got this. Supposedly, he's a DVD buff.
 
JR: Box holds his thumb in the air and then slowly turns it upside down as the crowd roars with
approval.
 
JR: DON’T DO IT BOX!!! RENO WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!!!
 
King: I THINK THAT'S HIS WHOLE POINT JR!!
 
JR: Box brings the chair down hard onto Reno Fontayne’s skull five more times with each shot
hitting harder than the previous.
Box looks down at Reno Fontayne, looks up towards the sky and laughs.
Box walks over to the ring apron and grabs his baseball bat.
 
JR: WHAT MORE CAN HE DO TO RENO?
 
King: I think we’re going to find out JR!!
 
JR: Box places the bat across Reno’s throat and climbs the nearest top turnbuckle.
Box motions to the crowd and jumps off the top rope.
 
JR: MODIFIED BOX DROP!!!! MY GOD!!! MY GOD!!!
Box goes for the pin…

Ref/Crowd: 1…
2…
3…!!!
 
Lilly: YOUR WINNER…THE BMWF HARDCORE CHAMPION….BOB “BOX” BARTELSTEIN!!!
 
(The Boxman accepts the BMWF Hardcore and Tag Team Championships from the referee and climbs each turnbuckle playing to the crowd.)
 
Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!
 
JR: MY GOD KING!!! LOOK AT RENO!! THAT MAN HAS BEEN DISMANTLED IN THE RING!!!
 
King: I think Box wanted revenge for the last Bedlam. I don’t know, but the Boxman sure does
have a homicidal side to him.
 
(The camera fades out as Box continues climbing each turnbuckle as the crowd cheers him on.)

>>>

(The Brusiertron lights up and shows Shane Perish Satnding next to Mark
Floyd.)

Floyd: Shane Last week on Bedlam Witherspoon made a very demanding challenge
of you for the up coming pay-per-view. How do you feel about his agression
towards you?

Shane: Well simply put, He's a joke. Oh I'm a big bad Marine. He's stuck in
the mindset that he is doens't he get it he got dishonorably discharged now
he's nothing so stop wearing the marine bdu's. BEsides who the hell would
want to be a Marine Lee Emry said it best in Full Metal Jacket.

(Shane switches to sound like a drill instructor)

Shane: "Marines die that what they're there for."

(He siwtches back to his own voice.)

Shane: But thats besides the point. Back to Reese, he's clearly dillusional.
He thinks he's a Amrine he thinks he can beat me. I mean come on really this
guys needs more help than I did.

Floyd: Well now knowing that you had said something about picking your
stipulations for the match. WWould you enlighten us as to what those would
be.

Shane: i'm still working those out right now. But when I get them
straightened out I'll be sure to let you guys know.

Floyd: Well onto your opponent tonight. Tonight you face Tyrone Smith, the
new World Heavey weight champion what are your thoughts about your match?

Shane: Well like you said he is "the" champ. And he beat Lowedown which is
no simple task. I've fought Tyrone repeated times I know what the jamiacan
monster can do. and I will say this the pain he puts people thru is a whole
new kinda pain each time. But the thing is he's not a machine he's flesh and
bones so he can be hurt to. The only thing you gotta do is turn the pain
back onto him . Something i have never been successful in doing.

Floyd: You don't sound to confident?

Shane: Tyrone BLEEPING Smith, would you be. You wanna trade spots. I'm sure
I could act like nerd and interview people who the fans wanna see. Here lets
see.

(Shane grabs the mic from floyd. He starts to talk like Erkel from family
matters.)

Shane: Mark tonisth you face Tyrone how do you feel?

(Mark looks on kinda scared. Shane snaps out of it and looks at Floyd with a
frustrated glare on his face.)

Shane: Yeah thought so. Look I gotta go I'm up soon.

(Shane walks off. Floyd turns to the camera.)

Floyd: Are we sure he still isn't crazy? Whatever lets get out of here
before he comes back.

Fade

(And now, for your enjoyment...THE PRIME TIME SHOW!!!)

(The BruiserTron lights up, revealing a computerized
representation of the solar system. The shot starts
to zoom in, traveling past Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, and
all the other planets as it homes in on Earth. We
break through the atmosphere, clouds parting, as the
focus sets on the continent of North America. We pull
in closer, as a glowing outline surrounds North
America. Closer still, and the state of California is
highlighted. Closer and closer...southern California.
Faster and faster we zoom in until, in a rush of
colour and light, we find ourselves landing right in
front of the Prime Time Mansion! Cue the music!
"Prime Time" by Promoe begins to play, but it is a
peppier, bouncier, swinging version, baby! Cut to
face shots of all the members of Prime Time, with
appropriate captions to designate their names.
Everyone is giving goofy, sitcom smiles to the camera
as the music plays. Except for Headhunter and Tyrone.
Starring...Tamer...Kolic...The Headhunter....Tyrone Smith..
And Starring as themselves Kate and Mr. Beauregarde.
The credits wrap up; telling us this is "A Prime Time Production.")

(The scene opens in the Prime Time house. We are in the living room near
the entrance hall. We see Tamer dancing while vacuuming. He is listening to
Santana "Shaman" CD. The door bell rings. Tamer turns off the vacuum and
dances his way to the door. Tamer answers the door.)

Tamer: Danielle.

(The scene moves behind Tamer. Dizi and Donnie MacPhearson can be seen.)

Donnie: This place has amazing architecture. How much does it cost to a get
a
place like this up here on the Hollywood hills?

Tamer: You don't wanna know. Come in.

(Tamer motions for Dizi and Donnie to walk inside. Tamer closes the door
behind them.)

Dizi: So, what are we going to do? Go swimming? Or ride your bike? Or are we
going to eat?

Tamer: Well, it's gonna be a fun day. I promise you that.

(Tyrone comes walking down the stairs.)

Tyrone: Yo, Tamer. Where ya at?

Tamer: Living room!
(Tyrone walks in and nods at Tamer. Tyrone turns to Dizi and smiles.)

Tyrone: Well, hello dere miss lady!

(Dizi looks at Tyrone and flashes a big smile.)

Dizi: Hi!! I'm Dizi! I'm here to hang out with Tamer.

Tyrone: Oh, I'm sorry to hear. T'ought Tamer got me an early birt'day
present.

(Tamer shakes his head at Tyrone)

Tyrone: Err... right.. So, Dizi, what are ya intentions wit' my lil' bro?

Dizi: I'm going to ride his motorcycle!

(Tyrone raises an eyebrow.)

Tyrone: Damn, talk 'bout havin' some game! His motorcycle on da first da...

(Tamer's emphatically shaking his head)

Tyrone: Very well.. Who da rass is you??

(Donnie jumps.)

Donnie: Me?

Tyrone: No, I mean da rass bald purple elephant standin' beside ya!

(Donnie looks to his side the jumps again.)

Donnie: I'll have you know..

(Kolic, Headhunter and Clancy walk in the room.)

Kolic: Well, what do we have here?

Headhunter: Well, he looks to be about six foot tall or so. Weight- I'd say
around seventy-eight kilos. The girl is about five foot five and I'd say
fifty-nine kilos.

Clancy: Well, Dizi and Donnie I presume?

Donnie: Yes, I um...How did that man...

(Donnie looks at Headhunter bewildered.)

Kolic: Well he's in that business.

Donnie: He's a drug dealer?
Kolic: Wow, isn't he supposed to be the smart one. He's a hitman, Duh!

Donnie: Oh... OH! Well..Dizi, it's been fun, but I think we should go.

Tyrone: Yo, kid. Ya sis' walked wit' Tamer.

Donnie: Where'd they go?

Headhunter: Garage.

(Donnie runs out the front door. He is flanked by Prime Time. Donnie stands
in front of the garage door. The door opens and we see Tamer and Dizi on
Tamer's Harley. Dizi has her arms wrapped around Tamer.)

Donnie: Dizi! I'm not so sure that's safe.

Tyrone: Dat da safest t'ing she's gonna have between her legs dis weekend.

(Donnie's face drops as Tamer and Dizi come down the drive way and ride off.
The scene cuts and re-opens in the Prime Time game room. Headhunter is
dominating a sniper game. Kolic and Clancy are playing chess. And Tyrone is
playing pool with Donnie.)

Donnie: I never knew I was this good. I can't believe I beat you.

Tyrone: What can I say, ya got skills. Now ya wanna put some money on dis
next game?

Donnie: Sure!

Tyrone: Eight Bills a ball? Nah, make it a straight Fat Bill a ball.

Donnie: A what?

Tyrone: A Fat Bill... One G... A t'ousand dollars.

Donnie: Okay.

Tyrone: Can I break?

Donnie: Sure, loser breaks.

(Tyrone grins. Tyrone sets up. Tyrone sinks every solid ball on the break
including the eight ball. Donnie's eyes widen.)

Donnie: How did you do that?

Tyrone: I like hittin' white t'ings wit sticks... (grin fades) Now, pay up.

(Donnie pulls out his checkbook, We cut to the outside of the house where
Tamer and Dizi are just pulling in. They dismount the bike.)

Tamer: Enjoy that?
Dizi: That was amazing! I loved it. What's for lunch?

Tamer: Danielle.

(Dizi begins to wander towards the door.)

Tamer: Danielle!

(Dizi turns around.)

Dizi: What?

Tamer: Can't you focus?

(Dizi considers that for a minute.)

Dizi: Yeah, I can... if it's something important. What do you want?

(Tamer pulls Dizi close.)

Tamer: I like you Danielle.

Dizi: I like you too. Is that chicken? I smell chicken.

Tamer: Damn girl!

Dizi: What's wrong?

Tamer: You never just chill out! I try to understand. I know you have ADD.
It's just...

Dzi: Your eyes are turning green.

(Tamer looks down at Dizi.)

Tamer: Forget it. I shouldn't have...

Dizi: What? You don't like me again?

Tamer: I do, but. How can we have a relationship? You have the shortest
attention span on Earth. And I probably have more important things to do
right now.

Dizi: More important things? So, I'm not important?

Tamer: That's not what I...I'm just.....UGH!

Dizi: Hey. Look at me.

(Tamer is looking off to the side. Dizi grabs put her hand on his chin and
moves his face. Tamer and Dizi are face to face.)

Dizi: I can focus if something is important to me... the question is what's
important to you...
Tamer: Danielle....

(Dizi puts her finger over Tamer's mouth and shakes her head no. Dizi leans
in and kisses Tamer. She pulls away and looks up into his eyes.)

Dizi: Now, what I need to know is whether I'm important to you or not.

(Tamer wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her, Tyrone
walks out.)

Tyrone: Jamaician Jerked Chicken for dinner!

(Tamer and Dizi stops kissing and turn and look at Tyrone.)

Tyrone: Well, now dat ya've had da "Summer Sampler", why don't ya kids come
in for da Step Daddy Sizzle.

(Tyrone walks back in the house. Tamer and Dizi head for the house holding
hands

(The scene shows Tamer lounging by the pool, obviously working on a tan.
Kolic and Tyrone step into view)

Kolic: Hey, want to play a practical joke on Tamer?

Tyrone: Yeah mon, what ya have in mind?

Kolic: Cool. I calculated that, with your weight and height dimensions, if
you jump in that (Kolic points at a spot near Tamer) area, you should
generate enough splash to completely soak Tamer!

Tyrone: Bored is we?

Kolic: Nah...well, yeah. You up for it?

Tyrone: Always.

(Tyrone sneaks to the diving board)

Kolic: Hey Tamer!

Tamer: (Looking up from the lounge chair) What?

Kolic: Bombs away!

(Tyrone jumps on the diving board and cannonballs into the water, completely
drenching Tamer. Tamer bolts up with a look of shock, then anger.)

Tamer: Dude! I was working on my tan! That sunscreen isn't waterproof!

Kolic: (Can't speak because he's laughing too hard, as is Tyrone)

Tamer: You're so DEAD!

(Tamer chases Kolic, who quickly runs into the house)

Tyrone: Dem white boys. Good t'ing I ain't have ta worry 'bout a tan.

(Fade)

(The scene opens in the media room with a large projection screen
television. The Headhunter sits in a large leather easy chair in front of
the screen. In one hand he holds a can of beer. On the screen is a soccer
game, and the score displayed at the top of the screen reveals that the two
teams are England and France. Suddenly Tamer appears from off camera and
walks to the side of The Headhunter's chair.)

TAMER: Come on Hunter, we've gotta go.

(He motions for The Headhunter to get up.)

HEADHUNTER: Not yet, there's still a few minutes left.

TAMER: But England are winning, surely it's over!

HEADHUNTER: I won't settle until the referee blows the whistle, France are
probably the best in the world.

TAMER: But we've got to head to the airport.

(On the screen an England player fouls a Frenchman.)

HEADHUNTER: No Heskey! What are you doing! I can't believe it, they've got a
free kick on the edge of the box!

(The Headhunter moves to the edge of his seat.)

HEADHUNTER: Not Zidane, he's the best in the world.

(The bald headed Frenchman runs up and strikes the ball into the left hand
corner of the goal. The Headhunter sinks his head into his hands.)
HEADHUNTER: BLEEP! I can't believe the BLEEPing French BLEEPers have
equalised in extra time!

TAMER: At least you won't lose.

HEADHUNTER: What?! Get out of here, you know nothing about this game!

(Tamer shrugs his shoulders and leaves the room.)

HEADHUNTER: Oh well, I never thought we'd win!

(He looks back to the screen. England have kicked off again and the ball
travels back towards their box. An Englishman lofts the ball back to the
keeper.)

HEADHUNTER: What are you doing?!

(A Frenchman charges after the ball and the keeper comes towards him, taking
his opponents legs in the process. The referee points to the penalty spot!)

HEADHUNTER: NOOOOOO!!!!!

(Tamer runs back into the room.)

TAMER: What, what?

HEADHUNTER: They've got a BLEEPing penalty!

TAMER: What England?

HEADHUNTER: No you idiot, France!

TAMER: Oh!

(The bald headed Frenchman puts the ball on the penalty spot. He steps back
then runs up and smashes the ball into the corner. The Headhunter stares in
disbelief.)

TAMER: Sorry man.

HEADHUNTER: Don't talk to me!

(He stands and walks towards the door.)

HEADHUNTER: We're gonna be late, hurry up!

(Tamer shakes his head and moves towards the door.)

FADE
>>>

(The scene opens in the back arena hallways as Master Z and Scotty Scott are walking side-by-side. Obviously, they have just arrived. Upon their image hitting the Bruisertron, the crowd errupts into unanimous boos. Master Z smiles.)

Master Z: Tonight, Scotty, no games! We're going to devastate our opponents like we always do. Nobody is getting the upper hand on us tonight!

Scotty: I don't know what Comissioner Dangle is up ta puttin' me 'gainst Harry tanight.... He is up ta somethin'.... Let's get to the locker room! We have some scheming to do!

(Evil smiles slide across the faces of the two Brotherhood members as they enter a door labeled "Brotherhood." The scene cuts back to JR and King at the announcers table.)

JR: What did they mean scheming, KING?

KING: I don't know, but if history repeats itself they're up to something!

JR: I guess we'll have to wait and see!

LILLY: This contest is a BOX Tournament match

Introducing first...

From Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

Tamer

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena.
"Step Up" By Drowning Pool hits the PA system.)

PA: One Two Three Go!

( A huge explosion of fire shoots up across the stage leaving a huge cloud
of smoke. Red and Blue lights begins to strobe. Tamer runs out onto the
stage. Tamer has his Intercontinental title over his shoulder. Tamer waves
his arms for the crowd to get up. Tamer rolls his neck. Tamer runs down the
ramp slapping the fans hands. Tamer slide in the ring and hops up , Tamer
takes his titles and raises them in the air as water shoots from the
turnbuckles.. Tamer rest them on his shoulders and pounds on his chest then
points to the crowd.. Tamer hands his belts to the ref. And goes to stand in
one corner.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Phoenix, AZ...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

LoweDown
PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown is seen carrying a baseball bat in one hand and a steel chair in the other. Flame is seen wearing a set of brass knuckles on one hand and a steel chain wrapped around her other hand. Both look up at Tamer and waves to him before making their way down to the ring. Lowedown rushes to the ring and stops just before the apron and tosses the steel chair into the ring. Lowedown then walks over to the steel steps and takes them apart. Lowedown throws the top portion of the steps into the ring as well as he then leaps up onto the ring apron and watches the pyro shoot out from all four corners. As the pyro shoots out right behind Tamer, Lowedown rushes at Tamer and drives Tamer down to the mat with a vicious shot to the ribs with the bat. Lowedown smiles as he begins slamming the bat down repeatedly into the ribs of Tamer. Lowedown tosses the bat aside and drops down to the mat and begins slamming hard rights and lefts into the head of Tamer as the crowd watches on...)

JR:Lowedown is completely insane! He's already tried to break Tamer's ribs in the opening seconds of the match!

King:Tamer is already about to be tamed! HAHAHAHA!

(Lowedown picks up Tamer and shoves into the corner and delivers repeated knife edge chops to the chest of Tamer. The crowd lets out a collective "Whoooo!" after each shot. Lowedown whips Tamer across the ring and follows in right behind him with a clothesline. Lowedown drops down and begins to ram his shoulder into the ribs of Tamer. Lowedown places his hands behind the neck of Tamer and hits Tamer with a jawbreaker that sends Tamer down to the mat in the corner. Lowedown backs away for a moment and then drives his knee into the side of Tamer's head. Lowedown slides out of the ring and grabs the the steel chain from his wife and wraps it around the neck of Tamer and begins to choke him out against the turnbuckle...)

JR:Lowedown is showing his Hardcore side once again! We haven't seen this side of him in some time!

King:Why did Box have to bring this side of Lowedown back? YAHHH!

(Lowedown continues to choke the life out of Tamer as the crowd is heard chanting his name. Lowedown finally releases the hold as he slides back into the ring and grabs the ankles of Tamer and drags him out of the corner and drives his boot down into the groin of Tamer...)

JR:Lowedown is going all out early in this match!

King:I think Lowedown wants to end this early so he can beat up Tobey some more!
 

JR: LoweDown uses the Stinger Splash on Tamer.
LoweDown nails Tamer with a spear.
LoweDown is going for the cover.
LoweDown uses the ropes for leverage.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
LoweDown nails Tamer with a boot to face.
LoweDown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for LoweDown.
LoweDown uses a boot to face on Tamer.
LoweDown goes for a pumphandle slam, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer goes for an Asai moonsault, but LoweDown counters it with
a running powerslam.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
The crowd is giving LoweDown a standing ovation.
LoweDown takes Tamer down with a spinebuster.
The crowd erupts.
LoweDown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd erupts.

(Tamer and Lowedown both go for rights and hit each other at the same time.)

JR: Both me are exchanging blows
Lowedown is gaining the advantage
Lowedown backs Tamer into the turnbuckle


King: Tamer's gonna be finished off before he even gets started.

(Lowedown rears back for a big right. Tamer ducks under and shoves him into
the turnbuckle.)

JR: Now Tamer is on the offensive
Tamer rolls out of the ring

(Tamer shouts to the crowd.)

Tamer: Lets Get Hardcore!

(Tamer reaches under the ring and begins shoving various weapons into the
ring. Tamer pick up a trash can lid and goes to put it into the ring.)

JR: Lowedown from no where
Baseball Slide to the outside

King: More like through Tamer's head!

JR: LoweDown goes for a short clothesline, but Tamer counters it with a crucifix.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer misses with a kick.
Tamer hits LoweDown with a kick.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
LoweDown misses with a shoulderblock.
Tamer nails LoweDown with an Asai moonsault.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tamer suddenly goes to the outside.
He retrieves TV cable.
Tamer hits him with the cable.
LoweDown is busted wide open.
Tamer goes for a Russian legsweep, but LoweDown counters it with an elbowsmash.
LoweDown runs into the ropes.
LoweDown misses with a clothesline.
LoweDown almost takes Tamer's head off with a flying clothesline
The crowd erupts.
LoweDown runs into the ropes.
LoweDown almost takes Tamer's head off with a flying clothesline
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

JR: Lowedown whips Tamer into the ropes and catches Tamer with a big boot to the side of the head that sends him into the ropes. Lowedown rushes Tamer and clotheslines him over the top rope. Lowedown watches Tamer fall all the way to concrete floor and then leaps over the top rope and comes crashing down onto the ribs of Tamer with both his feet. Tamer shouts in pain and clutches his ribs as Lowedown waves his finger right in the face of Tamer before picking him up off the floor and sending him face first into the steel steps. Lowedown looks and sees a trickle of blood coming from the side of Tamer's head and he suddenly goes wild and begins slamming the head of Tamer against the steel steps. Lowedown refuses to let up as he sees the blood beginning to flow from the forehead of Tamer and then picks him off the floor and hoists him high in the air with a military press. Lowedown suddenly throws Tamer face first into the steel ringpost. Some of the crowd turns away as Tamer falls to the floor. Lowedown looks to the crowd and shrugs his shoulders before throwing Tamer back into the ring...

JR:Lowedown is not showing any signs of remorse or sympathy here tonight against Tamer!

King:Well, if he wants a shot at that Hardcore title...

(Lowedown continues to stomp away on the rib cage of Tamer as he attempts to take the wind out of his opponent. Lowedown picks up Tamer and places him in the Abdominal stretch and begins driving his fist into the ribs of Tamer. Lowedown inches his way close to the ropes and grabs a hold of the top rope and pulls back to stretch out the ribs of Tamer. Lowedown goes back and forth between the top rope and the shots to the ribs to weaken Tamer...)

JR:I tell you this! When Lowedown goes after a bodypart, he works on it until the bone is almost powder!

King:Do you think Tamer can eat solid foods after this match up? HAHAHA!

JR: LoweDown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd erupts.
LoweDown hits Tamer with a dropkick.
LoweDown nails Tamer with a sidewalk slam.
LoweDown slides out of the ring.
He retrieves a TV monitor.
LoweDown executes a spinebuster on Tamer.
LoweDown covers Tamer.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
LoweDown goes for a short clothesline, but Tamer counters it with a hiptoss.
Tamer goes for cross armbreaker, but LoweDown blocks it.
LoweDown smacks Tamer with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
LoweDown hits him with the TV monitor.
The crowd is giving LoweDown a standing ovation.

JR: This match has been non stop.

(Tamer and Lowedown are fighting in the ring among many weapons. Lowedown
has a kendo stick in hand.)

JR: Lowedown with a hard shot

*WHAP*

JR: That was right to Tamer's back

King: Tamer is going down!

JR: Tamer is holding his back in agony
Lowedown lifts the kendo stick up again
Tamer trips Lowedown!
Tamer is getting to his feet
Tamer has a bus stop sign
Tamer runs at a rising Lowedown

*SMACK*

JR: Tamer runs, Jumps, and connects
Lowedown just got blasted with that street sign
Tamer with the cover

REF: One, Two, kick-out.

JR: Lowedown is not going down that easily.

King: It takes about ten thousand more watts to take him down.

JR: Tamer is setting up a table in the ring
Lowedown is to his feet
Lowedown grabs Tamer from behind
Downtime!
Lowedown has locked Tamer in the Downtime!

King: It's gonna be over!

(Tamer punches up at Lowedown's head. Lowedown isn't flinching

JR: There is nothing Tamer can do now.

( Tamer is trying to move around. Tamer gets his foot under a trash can lid.
Tamer kicks the trashc can lid up twards his hand. Tamer catches it with his
free hand and bashes it over Lowdown's head.)

*CLASH*

JR: Lowedown falls!
Tamer countered the Downtime!

King: I can't believe it!

(Tamer pulls himself up. Lowedown is shaking his head beginning to stand.)

JR: Both men are up
They begin to exchange blows
Tamer is backing right into the table he set up
Lowedown jumps for a clothesline
Tamer moves
Lowedown grabs the table making sure not to fall through
Lowedown turns
Tamer with a kick to the gut

King: Oh No!

JR: Tamer is setting Lowedown up!

(Tamer has Lowedown set for a powerbomb. Tamer hoist Lowedown up and send
him crashing through the table.)

*CRASH*

JR: What a Powerbomb
Lowedown may be broken in half.
Tamer falls on Lowedown with the cover

REF: One, Two, Th-Kick-out!

JR: OH MY GOD!
Lowedown will never say die

King: Box must be loving this...Everyone is trying to kill each-other.

JR: Tamer chops LoweDown.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tamer punches LoweDown.
LoweDown kicks Tamer.
LoweDown hits the Stinger Splash on Tamer.
LoweDown nails Tamer with the Stinger Splash.
The crowd is giving LoweDown a standing ovation.

(Lowedown places the brass knuckles on his right hand as he holds them behind his back and waits for Tamer to approach him. Lowedown suddenly catches Tamer by surprise by catching him with an uppercut that sends him down to the mat with a sickening thud. Lowedown bounces off the ropes and drives his fist down into the temple of Tamer. Tamer's forehead is bleeding profusely as Lowedown places the brass knuckles back in his pocket and smiles down at Tamer...)

King:I think Lowedown is one sick person!

JR:How long did it take you to figure that one out?

(Lowedown grabs a hold of Tamer and whips Tamer into the ropes and follows in right behind him with a knee to the stomach. Lowedown whips Tamer again into the ropes and catches him with another knee. Lowedown grabs a hold of the waist and catches Tamer with a gut wrench suplex...)

King:Tamer landed right on the side of those ribs!

JR:Lowedown does indeed to pick out a bodypart!

Lowedown whips Tamer into the ropes and steps back just a moment before he grabs the back of Tamer's head and throws him into the ropes. Tamer gets caught in the ropes and ends up getting his neck caught in between the 1st and 2nd rope. Lowedown stands back and watches Tamer being choked out and shows a sadistic smile on his face. Lowedown walks over and begins shaking the ropes back and forth as he watches the face of Tamer becoming a deeper shade of blue. After almost a minute and a half, Lowedown finally pulls the ropes apart and watches Tamer fall down to the concrete floor. Lowedown slides out of the ring and grabs a hold of the ring bell...

King:Ring a ding ding Tamer! YAHHH!

JR:LOOK OUT!

Lowedown drives the ring bell right into the side of Tamer's head and watches him fall to the floor again. Lowedown drops the bell down on the floor and grabs a hold of Tamer and sets him up for a suplex. Lowedown hoists him up high and then drops him down on top of the ring bell chest first. Tamer clutches his chest as Lowedown shakes his head at him and then tosses him back into the ring. Lowedown then looks underneath the ring and pulls out a ladder. Lowedown slides the ladder into the ring and drives a few hard right hands to stagger Tamer before he grabs the ladder and slams it down into his ribs. Lowedown drops the ladder and then picks Tamer up and slams him down right on top of the ladder. Lowedown rolls Tamer off of the ladder just long enough to open the ladder up and place Tamer in between the ladder...

JR:This doesn't look good!

King:Tamer sandwich! YAHHH!

(Lowedown picks up the steel steps and drives them down on top of Tamer and traps him in between the ladder. Lowedown makes his way to the 2nd turnbuckle and climbs up to look down at Tamer caught in between. Lowedown suddenly leaps off the turnbuckle and comes crashing down on top of him...)

JR:GOOD LORD! I think Tamer may have broken some ribs there!

(Towards the end...)

JR:Look at this! Lowedown is psyching himself up here as you can see the anger in his eyes!

King:Tamer had better head for the hills!

(Lowedown catches Tamer with a clothesline that sends Tamer down to the mat. Lowedown wastes no time as he picks Tamer up off the mat and hip tosses and then catches him with a leg drop right on the throat. Lowedown pops back up on his feet and then crouches in the corner and waits for Tamer to get back up on his feet. Lowedown suddenly rushes out of the corner and spears Tamer from behind and sends his throat onto the 2nd rope. Flame comes from around the corner and drives the steel chair into the face of Tamer. Lowedown bounces off the ropes and comes crashing down on the upper back of Tamer and forces his throat into the ropes. Tamer clutches his throat as Lowedown slides out of the ring and pulls the monitors off of the announce table where J.R and the King are seated. Lowedown quickly slides back into the ring and levels Tamer with a superkick right to the chin...)

JR:This isn't going to be good King!

King:I think we should move!

JR: Lowedown picks up Tamer and locks on the Testicular claw before powering Tamer up high in the air. Lowedown's muscle are somewhat fatigued, but Lowedown refuses to drop Tamer inside the ring. Lowedown summons up the strength and suddenly launches Tamer over the top rope and sends him crashing through the announce table. Lowedown climbs out of the ring as he drags Tamer from the broken announce table and throws him back into the ring. Lowedown then drags the top of the steel steps into the center of the ring and points towards Tamer. Lowedown grabs a hold of Tamer and places his head between his legs and hoists him up. Lowedown pauses for a moment before finally driving Tamer down onto the steel steps with a powerbomb. Tamer falls off the steps as Lowedown places Tamer in the Downtime submission hold...

Tamer tries to escape the hold.
Tamer summons one last burst of energy.
Al Johnson checks Tamer's arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
Al Johnson stops the match after 16 seconds.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is LoweDown!

(Lowedown drags Tamer into the corner and pushes his head against the second turnbuckle...)

JR:What is he going to do?

King:I don't know. This is getting wierd!

(Lowedown asks for a microphone as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a necklace with a symbol on the chain. The camera zooms in to see the letters "UL" on the chain. Lowedown places the chain on the neck of Tamer and then speaks...)

Lowedown:Tamer, you are forgiven for your sins my friend. This was not a beating of hatred. This...was a cleansing of your soul. Go in peace. That is the Lowedown on that.

(Just then the lights go out again.)

J.R.: What? Again?

King: Someone needs to check the electric in this place. I know this is Pennsylvania but come on, this is ridiculous.

(The lights come back on and Lowedown is standing over the body of Tamer. Tamer is bleeding badly and Lowedown see's a hammer and a horseshoe laying in the ring.)

King: What the... a horseshoe? What is this a clue?

J.R.: Lowedown looks a bit confused as is he doesn't know what's going on.

(Just then the sounds of horses running can be heard through out the arena. And up on the screen 4 horses ride with flames of fire behind them. The lights flicker off and on and then standing at the entrance way our 2 men. They are both wearing black hoods and standing perfectly still. An invitation laying beside of Tamer.)

King: What does that say? What is it?

J.R.: Isn't it obvious. Lowedown is being asked to join these two.

King: Excuse me JR I got to see what this says.

(King runs down and grabs the invitation and looks up at the two men who are still standing there. King runs back to the announcers table)

J.R.: Well, what did it say?

King: It says, NEXT WEEK... THERE WILL BE 3. YOU'RE NEXT!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Michael Bole is seen running backstage. He pushes open a set of
double-doors leading out to the parking lot, where a black and red Diablo
GTR has just pulled up.)

JR: It would appear as though our World Champion has finally arrived.

King: About time!

JR: Well, in his defense, Tyrone didn't show up until the end of the show at
the PPV either, and he walked out with the World Title. Maybe this is his
new strategy.

(Bole runs up to the car, with the camera following. As he reaches, the door
swings up and out steps Tyrone with the World Title over his shoulder. The
crowd cheers his arrival as they watch it on the BruiserTron. Tyrone walks
past Bole, who is now running to keep up with the World Champ)

Bole: Tyrone, Tyrone! Where have you been all night?

Tyrone: Wit' a hooker named Veronica...

(Bole stops)

Bole: Really?

Tyrone: NO!

Bole: Oh... (starts walking again) Well, where you really?

Tyrone: Clearin' my head. Drivin' round town... Ot'er stuff, too. Anyway,
I've got a match to get ready for. So holla back, Bole dawg.

(Tyrone walks off-camera)

Bole: Well, JR. Our champion has arrived. Back to you.

>>>

(The Bruisertron comes to life. The screen is
entirely black, except for the following message,
written in blue cursive lettering.)

Vernon Vanderbilt...On the Road

(The scene opens at a rodeo. Cowboys are milling
about, and clowns are goofing around, being clownlike.
We cut to a close-up on Vernon Vanderbilt, looking
every bit the rhinestone cowboy in his glittery blue
cowboy hat.)

Vernon: Greetings, BMWF fans! Yours Truly, Vernon
Vanderbilt here, coming at you LIVE from Austin,
Texas! I decided to drop in on this rodeo...and I
don't mean the Drive, that's for sure! My tour of
America is nearing its end, and there are only a few
things left for me to do. One thing I've always
wanted to try is riding a bucking bronco!

(He winks at the camera, then looks down. The camera
pans back, showing Vernon sitting on a rather irate
horse.)

Vernon: I guess Ol' Redeye here will have to do,
though. But don't you worry, folks. I'll be just
fine! I wouldn't want anything to get in the way of
my glorious return to the BMWF in just two more weeks!
I totally cannot wait to get back and show everyone
what a true superstar of the ring looks like! So
until then...keep a song in your heart and your feet
on the ground, and don't forget who's the best in town
..."Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt!

(A pistol fires and the gate opens, and the horse
takes off at full gallop. Vernon is all smile as he
waves his hat in the air.)

Vernon: YIPPEE AYE OH!

FADE OUT

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of San Quentin Correctional Facility...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Ash

PA: CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES…THIS IS MY LAST RESORT

(“Last Resort” by Papa Roach blares out over the PA as the crowd gets to it’s feet awaiting the entrance of Ash. He emerges from the back wearing his black outlaw tshirt. He pauses at the top of the ramp. He raises his right hand to the crowd then winces and grabbing his ribs, lowers it.)

JR: Ash isn’t looking 100% for this matchup here tonight King. I’m wondering if he should have returned to the ring so quick.

King: I was hoping he wouldn’t return at all, but I guess we’re not so lucky.

JR: And of all the matches you want to come back to, Master Z is not that opponent.

LILLY: His opponent...
From Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

("Victory" blasted thoughout the arena as Master Z strutted out from behind the curtain. Z harassed several fans at ringside on his way to the ring. Master Z entered by climbing the ring steps. He pulled off his shirt and flexed for the booing audience.)

JR: Master Z looks at the top of his game here today, folks!

KING: Yeah, I hope Ash brought his "A game" today. He's going to need it!

(Master Z grabbed a microphone from the ring attendant and spoke.)

Master Z: Ash, what exactly do you hope to prove by climbing in this ring with me today? Do you seriously think there is any way that someone like you could upset someone like me? Do you think The Brotherhood can be beaten?

KING: Nope, he's screwed!
JR: Stop it King!

Master Z: Ash, if I were you I'd pack up all of my belongings, stuff them into your duffel bag, and start walkin. You're not escaping with a victory tonight!

(Suddenly a pair of explosions from opposite ends of
the Bruisertron ignite, cutting off Master Z's rant.
The face of the bandaged man appears on the screen,
which sends the crowd into an uproar. The man begins
to laugh in his distorted voice until the camera pans
back to reveal his upper torso.)

Man: . I hear your words from afar and they bring
little with them anymore. I have watched you rant and
banter, week in and week out, promising terrible
beatings which you have yet to deliver on your own.

(The man crosses his arms over his chest, his gloved
hands resting upon his biceps.)

Man: . You and I both know that you are nothing
without the goons you have tag along behind you. I see
men half your size delivering the fist poundings for
you. and carrying out your dirty work. This is about
to come to an end.

(In the dim lighting, everyone can barely make out a
faint smile coming from underneath the bandages.
Master Z still stands in the ring, confused, but
nobody can help but pay attention to the individual.)

Man: . Sooner or later, Z, you will be brought to
your knees. You will plead for mercy to one man. Your
ego is legendary from what I hear, but I promise you
that soon enough. you will condemn your pride. and
humble yourself before.

(The camera begins to fade slowly just before the last
word is uttered.)

Man: . Hush.

(The Bruisertron fades and then returns with a shot of
the look upon Master Z's face.)

JR: Did that man just say his name was Hush?

KING: That's what I heard! But how in the heck can he
think that he can stand up to a man like Master Z with
a name like "Hush"? I can see that happening if his
name were more like, umm. Tobey Miliken?

JR: Stop that!

KING: Well what about Lurker? He's returned more times
than Scotty Scott! HA!!

JR: Scotty has been a respectable man, despite his
partnership with Master Z!

KING: Fine, fine then. Wait! I got it! What about
Michael Hyd.

(JR cuts him off.)

JR: Don't say that name! We've tried to forget that
little twerp.

KING: Very true.

JR: Can we get back to the match now?

KING: Party pooper!

*DING DING*


JR: Master Z has walked up to Ash. He's badmouthing him and getting in his face!

KING: Punch him Z!

(Master Z headbutts Ash in the nose and follows up with a punt kick to the groin. Ash topples over onto the mat.)

JR: You'd think these guys would learn after the several years Master Z has been getting his cheap shots in!

(Master Z takes a running start and drops a huge elbow into the spine of Ash.)

JR: A vicious shot to injured ribs of Ash from Master Z. He really knows how to exploit the weaknesses of his opponents.

(Ash releases his grip and drops to his knees. Master Z steps back and delievers a vicious kick to the chest of Ash, dragging a scream out of the former champion. Ash rolls out of the ring as Master Z plays to the crowd. He struggles to get to his feet and coughing spits up a mouthful of blood.)

JR: Good lord King, Ash is coughing up blood. He’s in no shape to be out here.

King: You can say that again.

(Ash cradles his ribs and slowly circles the ring back around to the entrance ramp. Ash waves his hands in an “enough is enough” motion and cradling his ribs backs up the ramp.)

JR: I can’t believe it King, I think Ash has had enough.

King: I may hate the guy, but I didn’t think I’d see the day he walked out of a match.

(Ash makes his way to the top of the ramp then turns and walks to the back. The crowd boos as the ring announcer declares Master Z the winner.)
 

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Master Z!

JR: We'll be right back!

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

Fighting out of Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Shane "Sy" Perish

(The lights in the arena go out. Suddenly a blinding flash with a thunderous
boom goes off in the arena.)

PA: Now it's your time to Perish!!!

(Blue laser lights go over the crowd accompanied by gold strobes. "Superstar
2" by Saliva hits the PA system. Shane comes out with the T.V. title belt
draped over his shoulder. He is followed out by Jacklyn J..)

JR: And there is Tyrone's opponent tonight, our T.V. champion Shane Perish.

King: Shane's going to get Slaughtered JR. I mean he's good but Tyrone's a
monster, and Jamiacan monster at that. That's like a whole different country
JR.

JR: It is a whole different country King.

King: Thats what I said.

(Shane walks down the ramp and stops at the apron he looks at Tyrone who's
standing in the ring. Shane hands the T.V. title to Jacklyn and hops up onto
the apron. Shane steps thru the middle rope. He seems a little tense about
acing Tyrone Smith.)


LILLY: His opponent...
From Kingston, Jamaica...
Weighing in at 410 pounds...

The BMWF World Champion...
Tyrone Smith

(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. A large Jamaican flag drops over the stage.
Music that sounds like the beat to "Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monche, however
it is heavily distorted electric guitars, begins to play. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA RASS UP!

(There's another shot of pyro and the flag drops. Tyrone is standing on the
stage with his arms out, holding the World Title in one hand. He is met with
a warm reaction from the crowd as he stands on the stage)

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

(The music continues. Tyrone Smith is staring out at the cheer crowd a few
moments before making his way to the ring. He climbs into the ring and hands
the World Title to the referee. Suddenly he charges Shane Perish)

*SLAM*

JR: OH MY!!!! Tyrone just speared Shane Perish, lifted him high in the air
and then slammed him hard on the ring mat.

King: HA HA! Perish's head bounced about three times from that one JR!

DING DING!

JR: And this match is under way

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tyrone Smith runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish hits Tyrone Smith with a shoulderblock.
Shane Perish executes a gutbuster on Tyrone Smith.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Shane Perish hoists Tyrone Smith high into the air with a backdrop, then sends T
yrone Smith crashing hard to the mat.
Shane Perish goes for a clothesline, but Tyrone Smith counters it with
a crucifix.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tyrone Smith goes for a flying clothesline, but Shane Perish
ducks out of the way.
Shane Perish executes a superkick on Tyrone Smith.
Shane Perish smacks Tyrone Smith with a devastating clothesline .
Shane Perish goes for a gutbuster, but Tyrone Smith blocks it.
Tyrone Smith runs into the ropes.
Tyrone Smith misses with a clothesline.
Tyrone Smith almost takes Shane Perish's head off with a flying clothesline
Tyrone Smith puts Shane Perish in a half Boston crab.
Shane Perish is struggling to reach the ropes.
Shane Perish gets ahold of the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Tyrone Smith gives the sign for the Ganja Drop.
Tyrone Smith executes the Ganja Drop on Shane Perish.
The crowd is behind Tyrone Smith all the way.
Tyrone Smith goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Tyrone Smith!

JR: Tyrone has had one hellava match.

KING: Well, that was certainly a snoozer of a main event. Anyway, I just am wondering who is going to be facing Tyrone at the end of the month.

JR: What the...

King: I think I have just seen the answer to my question.

JR: Scotty Scott has just charged the ring and is sliding under the ropes.

King: Tyrone is turning around.

JR: Scotty just hit Tyrone with a belly to belly suplex!!!!

King: I love it. Scotty said that he would make his intentions known!!!!

JR: Scotty has gotten out of the ring.

King: I think he is tired. He just grabbed a chair.

JR: Scotty has slide in the ring as Tyrone is getting up.

King: Scotty is offering him a chair.

JR: Scotty just offered that chair over Tyrone's head!!!

King: Tyrone is pouring blood.

JR: Scotty is placing Tyrone's arm inside the chair. Tyrone is out cold.

King: This is great.

JR: Scotty is going to the second rope.

King: I think Scotty is going to break Tyrone's arm.

JR: Scotty just leaped off the rope!!! He could have broken Tyrone's arm!!!!

King: Scotty is asking for the microphone.

(Scotty grabs the mic.)

Scotty: Tyrone... I told ya last week that ya were a paper champion. At the end of this month we are having another pay-per-view... It was a year ago I won the King of the Kosmos.... It is time that I do somethin' special on the one year later. Tyrone, I already got yer blood on muh hands. Now I want yer belt!!!! Yer now just like all the rest.... Just anotha victim!!!! TYRONE SMITH!!!! BEAT ME!!!! IF YA CAN!!!! SURVIVE!!!!! IF I LET YA!!!!!

(Scotty walks over and grabs the World title. He holds it up over his head as the crowd boos him. Some fans use Scotty for target practice as he drops the World title on Tyrone Smith.)

JR: IS this a sign of things to come? Only time will tell. Only time will tell.

KING:YAHHHHH!

(fade....)

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