The Bruisermania Wrestling Federation--Where Superstars are created and Jabronies are humiliated!

(The show opens inside the Dean Smith Arena Chapel Hill,NC . The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Dean Smith Arena Chapel Hill,NC ! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler.

(Suddenly over the Arena sound system comes the sound of typewriters and the
BruiserTron comes to life. On the screen, a CNN type montage begins with the
words "BREAKING NEWS" scrolling through the center. After a few moments of
the montage, it starts to spin as it fades off the BruiserTron and the words
"WHAT TIME IS
IT?" spin in to replace it. After a slight pause, the words disappear in a
fiery explosion and Dick Vitale appears and screams, "IT'S PRIME TIME BABY!"
"Prime Time" by Promoe begins to blare throughout the arena and rainbow
colored pyros go off, starting at the top of the ramp and continuing to go
off all the way down to the ring.)

P.A.: DON'T HATE THE MEDIA! BECOME THE MEDIA! THEY ALREADY KNOW WHO WE ARE
SO WHY NOT GET LOUDER, AND LOUDER, AND LOUDER!

(Tamer, Kolic, Kate, Clancy, Headhunter, and Tyrone Smith walk out from
behind the curtain. All of them are wearing their Prime Time member jackets.
Tyrone raises the BMWF World Heavyweight title in the air. Tamer scans the
crowd. Tamer and Tyrone start walking down the ramp side by side. Kolic and
Headhunter nod at each other and they start down behind the ramp behind
Tamer and Tyrone. Kate and Clancy follow them from behind. Prime Time
reaches the bottom of the ramp. Tyrone walks up the stairs. Tamer goes to
one of the side aprons. Kolic is directly across from Tamer. Headhunter is
on the side of the ring directly across from Tyrone. Prime Time enters the
ring surrounding all four sides. They already have mics. Tyrone silences the
crowd before he speaks)

Tyrone: Ladies an' Gentlemen... T'night, yer world champ is (beep)ed...
No... I'm MORE dan jus' (beep)ed off... I'm set to kill!

(crowd pop)

Tyrone: T'night I'm puttin' my title on da line 'gainst t'ree of da greatest
BMWF stars EVER...

(After a long pause, all the members of PT begin to laugh hysterically)

Tyrone: All t'ree of 'em have seen dey glory days! 'Tis time for a new King
in da BMWF... an' dats ME!

(Crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Now wit' dat said... time for me to get a LITTLE problem out of da
way: Scotty Scott! (crowd boos) Ya raised me, dawg. Showed me da path to dis
belt dat lays on my shoulder now... an' now ya wanna take it away from me?!
(beep) Please!!! Ya wanna fight yer student? Ya wanna see just how great
I've become while ya've just gotten... Older an' Shorter!

King: HA HA! He is pretty short!

Tyrone: T'night's gonna be just a taste of what I have in store for ya! As
for da other two men in t'night's main event... Lowe, dawg... not'in' but
love, but don't expect dis belt back any time soon! An' finally, Mistress
Z...

(Crowd boos loudly)

Tyrone: Ya tink ya got some upper hand on me? T'ink I'm scared? I'm more
scared of Tamer findin' out dat I sold his "special video collection" to buy
Madden 2005 for my Gamecube

Tamer: What?!

Tyrone: So yeah... t'night is da final test! I got people callin' me a
(beep)in' "Paper Champion". T'night I prove to ERRYbody who da (beep) Tyrone
Smith is. Tamer... Dawg, close dis out!

(Tyrone drops his mic and walks out of the ring)

JR: Well then. The champ speaks and leaves. But he didn't just leave the
ringside area. He just left a big impression in everyone's mind as what to
expect tonight in the main event.

Tamer: Well then... Talk about high intensity. People you see. This is Prime
Time. We are the future and as you see the future is starting right now. So
I'd like to address Harry. Hardcore Harry you have my title over your
shoulder. You cheated to win it and it should be mine. But I don't mind
wrestling in a number one contender's math. I'm just wondering where the
match is. I thought you had it approved and everything. Hold on to that
title tight and cherish it. Because soon I will take back what is mine.
Speaking of taking back what is theirs...

Kolic: A month ago, I was on top. I had the Lightweight championship, and I
defended it against all comers. Then came Revolution. I just barely lost my
title to Judge...(crowd pop)...shut up! It's not his time yet, it's mine!
(Boos) As I was saying, I lost my title, and with it much of my respect. Now
I'm fighting some new guy who, like half of the people here, was kicked out
of the armed forces. Big deal. Howitzer, you were trained by the finest
combat specialists in the country, and last week you got beat by a
hyper-intelligent geek!

(All of Prime Time start laughing)

Kolic: That's...that's just too funny. Back to the point I was trying to
make. Recently I was passed over for a great opportunity. When Box announced
his B.O.X. tournament, I stated my interest in joining. He even included me
as someone participating in the tournament in a statement to the press.
However, I have not been included in any tournament matches. I've been
passed over for rookies like Axe and Tobey Miliken! TOBEY FREAKING MILIKEN!
You said it was all about ratings? I know people will watch to see an
intelligent and calculated beating more than the usual chair shot to the
head or ladder to the...well, anything. Box, you WILL include me in the
tournament. That's all I have to say, who's next?

Voice: Dat's right mudda (beep)as!

(Tyrone walks back out onto the stage.)

King: Oh no... he's back!

Tyrone: People t'ink Prime Time's a joke! We're da hottest mudda (beep)as
dis fed's got! An' as of right now, da whole d@mn federation is on Prime
Time Lockdown. We run dis (beep) from here on out! I suggest ya get yer
@$$es prepared for da new Tyrany! Cut dis (beep) to a commercial!

JR: Well, how did he know?! Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Island of Tonga...
Weighing in at 390 pounds...

Achu

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Awesome Mike hits Achu with a jack-knife power bomb.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Awesome Mike uses a kick to the midsection on Achu.
Awesome Mike goes for a kick to the midsection, but Achu blocks it.
Achu uses a headbutt on Awesome Mike.
Achu hits a savate kick on Awesome Mike.
Achu is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Achu goes for a punch, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike executes a kick to the midsection on Achu.
Awesome Mike throws Achu into the turnbuckle.
Awesome Mike runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Awesome Mike goes for a lariat, but Achu counters it with a Gorilla Press.
Achu goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike goes for a German suplex, but Achu counters it with a facerake.
Achu goes for a chokehold, but Awesome Mike counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
Awesome Mike goes for a jack-knife power bomb, but Achu blocks it.
Achu uses a chop on Awesome Mike.
Achu executes a headbutt on Awesome Mike.
Achu hits Awesome Mike with a gutwrench suplex.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Achu whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Achu misses with a shoulderblock.
Awesome Mike hits Achu with an elbow.
Awesome Mike goes for a snap suplex, but Achu blocks it.
Achu goes for a punch, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike goes for a forearm smash, but Achu blocks it.
Achu hits a headbutt on Awesome Mike.
Achu nails Awesome Mike with a savate kick.
Achu is met with a "Achu sucks" chant.
Achu catches Awesome Mike in a chokehold.
Bart Farinus warns Achu to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Achu hoists Awesome Mike high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Aw
esome Mike crashing hard to the mat.
Achu hits Awesome Mike with a gutwrench suplex.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Achu executes a stomp on Awesome Mike.
Achu uses a savate kick on Awesome Mike.
Achu is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Achu uses a gutwrench suplex on Awesome Mike.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Achu whips Awesome Mike into the ropes, but Awesome Mike reverses it.
Achu hits Awesome Mike with a shoulderblock.
Achu nails Awesome Mike with a piledriver.
Achu nails Awesome Mike with a stomp.
Achu runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike gives him a facerake, but Achu doesn't even care.
Awesome Mike goes for a forearm smash, but Achu blocks it.
Achu executes a headbutt on Awesome Mike.
Achu executes the Tongan Death Grip on Awesome Mike.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Achu.

*DING DING*

(The camera opens in Ash’s locker room. Ash is standing next to his locker w/o a shirt on with one foot on the bench lacing his boots. He stands up and shows the large black scorpion tattoo on his back. His back and ribs are not a pale shade of yellow showing that the wounds he suffered at the hands of William Black are now mostly healed. Ash pulls a black shirt on over his head and turns around to show he’s wearing his “Outlaw” t-shirt. Ash turns to face the camera and begins to speak.)

Ash: You know, it’s funny what cowards some people can be. William Black, you put a beating on me that’s for sure, but you know, when I came looking for payback it’s funny how you’re nowhere to be found. In fact I’ve heard rumors that you’re run off and left this federation in fear at just the thought of what I was going to do to you. Now, I can’t say that I blame you, but it just shows the mettle of some people when their backs are against the wall. Some rise from the ashes, and some tuck tale and run.

(Ash reaches into his back and pulls out a length of small gauge chain.)

Ash: I have been in several stables, stables look out for each other, they watch each others back, and for the most part, they tend to think the same thoughts. So you know what, I’m going to hold somebody responsible for Black’s actions. Mafioso, we haven’t had any real interaction with each other. But when you jumped me and got you friends’ back, you inherited his sins. Mafioso, I’m going to take my pound of flesh to even the scales, and it looks like it’s coming out of your *bleep*.

(Ash walks past the camera and disappears into the hall.)

>>>

(Cameras go backstage to see Michael Bole knocking on the locker room door of White Lightning. Suddenly the door flies up and we see Big Kev standing in the entrance staring at Michael Bole.)

Kev: Can I help you?

Bole: I wanted to get a quick word with White Lightning?

Kev: Bole, We went through this before! What's the password?

(Bole shakes his head as he thinks for a moment.)

Bole: I forget!

Kev: You get three guesses!

(Bole begins to think again.)

Bole: Uh…. White Lightning is the best wrestler in the world!

(Big Kev looks as if he is about to move out of the way and let Bole enter, but stops.)

Kev: Sorry, try again!

Bole: White Lightning is the most popular wrestler in the BMWF!

Kev: Wrong Answer! One more Guess!

Bole: White Lightning is the Ruler of the BMWF!

(Big Kev grabs Bole by the shirt collar and stares at him.)

Kev: C'mon in!

(Michael Bole enters to see White Lightning sitting on a black couch. Michael Bole takes a seat on a wooden stool.)

White Lightning: All right, Mr. Bole, What do you want to ask me?

Bole: First, I wanted to get your comments on your big title defense tonight against Pain.

(White Lightning looks at Big Kev for a moment before they both spill out in laughter.)

White Lightning: Bole, You're funnier than usual! You act like Pain actually has a chance to defeat me! C'mon Bole, This is like a night off for me!

Bole: I don't know, Pain has been really tough over recent weeks

White Lightning: Pain has never once stepped into the ring with a Legend like myself. He'll learn his lesson tonight, just like that punk Tai Hashi last week. I'll use an old saying here, Bole, The Bigger they are, the Harder they fall. And tonight, Pain will fall…real…HARD!

Bole: You mentioned Tai Hashi earlier, what has been going on between you two over the last few weeks?

White Lightning: Bole, I'll be elaborating on that later in the night.

Bole: Ok, What about Sledge, there have been many rumors going around about where he has been.

White Lightning: Sledge was in a very serious motorcycle accident from what I understand. I don't expect him back into competition for a very long time.

Bole: Does that mean TCW will fold?

White Lightning: In two words…HELL NO! My god, with the talent Box and myself have, we are still better than any other group of losers around the BMWF. And yes Bole, Even the so-called Church of Legends. Bole, as you know and every person in this building knows, there is only one legend in the BMWF and his name is White Lightning!

Bole: Any final words?

White Lightning: Pain…YOU SUCK!!!

(The Camera fades as Bole gets up and exits the locker room.)

>>>

(The camera is on The Messenjahs, who stand in the middle of a dark ring. No people are in the building.)

ELIJAH: The Eco-System doubts our greatness. How dare they. It may have taken us putting our hands on a woman to get their attention, but we are in a position to prove our True Power now.

SOLOMON: The end of their era in the tag division has come. No longer will they destroy inefficient threats like Team Beautiful, or even Slammin Jammin Inc. Like SJI, they will be put out of commission permanently by the new guard…the Messenjahs.

ELIJAH: They have been weighed….

SOLOMON: They have been measured….

ELIJAH/SOLOMON: AND THEY HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING!

(The lights go out as we hear a thunderclap.)

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Denver, CO...
Weighing in at 222 pounds...

Too Bold Stupido

KING: Well, where is he? That moron is no-showing for his first BMWF match after "trying to get in for 8 months"!

JR: well, I find it strange that once one person no-shows, so do about a half dozen others!

(The stadium lights dim to complete darkness.)

King: AHHHH! Power-cut JR. Bruiser mustn't have paid the electricity bond.

KING: Crikey!

JR: I'm quite sure that's not what's at work here King. I think there's
something far more sinister and evil behind this.

King: The current administration?

JR: Not that evil King. but close, very close.

(Red beams of light hover above the ring with laser-like precision.)

King: AAHHHH! It's an invasion!

JR: Quiet King! Look! Ringside!

(Myers stands in the front row, his fists gripping the security rail with
intent.)

KING: Look! It's Imprisom!

JR: I don't like the looks of this for Imprisom, King.

King: I don't like the looks of Myers, yuck! That boy needs a little
queer-eye-for-the-straight-guy, if you know what I mean.

JR: No I don't King.

(Myers leaps over the rail and slides into the ring as the stadium lights
finally begin to brighten, shedding light on the stadium and its hushed
crowd.)

JR: Imprisom looks unsure King.

King: The signs aren't good JR.

(Myers spins Imprisom around.)

King: AAHHHH! FINAL RECKONING!

(Myers executes the Final Reckoning on Imprisom, leaving him face down,
unconscious in the ring. Myers slides out of the ring and grabs a ringside
microphone.)

Myers: Welcome to the BMWF, enjoy your stay.

(Myers releases a bout of sinister, hollow laughter. His contempt echoes
throughout the stadium's speakers.)

JR: Myers is loosing his grip King. I think it was all a lie. He's not
reformed; he's just as deformed and disturbed as always.

King: Imprisom is going to need an extreme makeover after this attack.

JR: Quiet King. We'll be right back.

>>>

(The Eco-Mobile drives up the arena, where Aquatic is waiting. Inferno and Mineral hop out of the car, to big inside applause.)

Inferno: My baby girl, how are you? (Inferno and Aquatic embrace, and Inferno kisses her.) I missed you so much.

Aquatic: Me too.

Mineral: How could you miss yourself?

Aquatic: I'm not sure.

Inferno: Maybe it's that a part of her left with me.

Aquatic: Aww. That would be sweet if I said it. But from you it just sounds egotistical.

Mineral: That's our Jarett.

Inferno: Yeah….hey listen, Sheila? Could you introduce us when we come out to the ring? We'll follow there in a few minutes.

Aquatic: Oh yeah, sure. (Aquatic and Inferno kiss again, and Aquatic leaves.)

Mineral: (turning to Inferno.) Ready to do this?

Inferno: Definitely,

(Inferno and Mineral punch fists and begin unloading the car.)

FADE

>>>

(A camera backstage catches Kolic's 04 Accord pulling into the parking lot.
He gets a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

King: Ha! The only reason they're cheering is because he's in Prime Time! If
he weren't, he'd just be another he...er, bad guy!

JR: KING! You almost slipped again!

(Michael Bole spots Kolic and Kate exiting the car and runs up to them)

Bole: Hey, Ko...

Kolic: Skip the pleasantries, Bole. We don't have time for anything except
questions.

Bole: Ok. After your match with Howitzer...

Kolic: Which I won.

Bole: Yes, anyway, he attacked you because he says you disrespected our
soldiers. Care to explain?

Kolic: Fine...seems like every time I express an opinion, idiots take it way
out of context. I didn't say that they weren't important or doing the right
thing in Iraq. (Somewhat small pop) I just said that most of them, possibly
all, aren't at the intellectual level I am. In other words, they're stupid.
(Crowd erupts in boos)

Bole: That's pretty harsh.

Kolic: In fact, the only intelligent one is the Commander-in-Chief, and he's
a civilian. That should say something.

Bole: Moving on...you have another match tonight. Why?

Kolic: That's what I want to know. I did not request this match, and from
what I've heard, neither has he. No matter, I will easily defeat him just
like I did last week. This time, however, I will make sure he stays down. He
will regret sneak attacking me.

Bole: Final question. The Eco-System will make their comeback tonight
against The Messenjahs. Are you surprised to see your former stable mates
here?

Kolic: That was a shock. I didn't think they could get a passport so
quickly, goes to show that not all government institutions are slow and
inefficient. It will be good to see them, the house hasn't been the same
without them.

Kate: Namely, intact!

(All three share a laugh)

Bole: That's all I have to ask.

Kolic: And that's all I have to say.

(Kolic and Kate enter the building)

JR: Kolic faces Howitzer again on the night we see the return of the
Eco-System!

King: I just got used to them being gone, I couldn't get that Evanescence
song out of my head! Yahh!

JR: We'll be right back!

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

At a total combined weight of 491 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. They hop off and begin
pacing.)

JR: The Messenjahs are out here, and they are circling like wild dogs! They
want to get their hands on the Eco-System!

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

KING: Flame is here? YAHOO! PUPPIES1

("Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven plays over the PA system as blue
fireworks
shoot off from the stage. Aquatic comes out from behind the curtain, smiling
and with microphone in hand.)

Aquatic: Ladies and gentlemen, I just want to be able to be the first to do
this...especially since my family is here for the express purpose of
DESTROYING the Messenjahs, who dared to attack me! Ladies and
gentlemen..Inferno and Mineral, the ECO-SYSTEM!

PA: ECO-LIFE! WAKE ME UP!

(An eerie blue light shines on the ramp, and a blue mist rises from the
stage. Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life" starts up.)

PA: It fills your soul.
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold.
Until you find it there and bring it back.
Home.

(A flash of blue fireworks shoot off, and from behind the curtain comes.

..nobody.)

JR: What the heck? What's going on?

(On the ramp, Aquatic begins to look very concerned.)

Aquatic: Folks, I'm sure they're just being held up somehow. I met up with
them when they entered the building earlier.

(In the ring, the Messsenjahs are laughing, and Aquatic turns to them.)

Aquatic: WHAT DID YOU DO?

(Elijah grabs a microphone as he continues to laugh.)

ELIJAH: We didn't put a hand on them...but we possessed them.

King: What are these two idiots talking about?

(Elijah and Solomon throw back their robes to reveal...)

JR: INFERNO AND MINERAL! BY GOSH, IT WAS THE ECO-SYSTEM!

King: LOOK AT AQUATIC! SHE'S PARALYZED!

Inferno: What's the matter? You don't want to come to your loving husband,
Sheila? I mean, you care so much about him.did you even try to reach him
when he was in Norway? Did you? DID YOU, YOU WITCH?!? ANSWER ME!

(Aquatic is at the point of tears.)

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Mineral: WHY DON'T YOU SAY SOMETHING? OR IS IT THAT YOU NEVER WANTED TO BE A
PART OF THIS FAMILY TO BEGIN WITH?

Aquatic: I'm-I'm so sorry. I never meant to-

Inferno: WE DON'T CARE WHAT YOU MEANT TO DO! GET THE HELL-NORWAY OUT OF OUR
ARENA, AND I COULD CARE LESS IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN! GET OUT!

(Aquatic is crying as she begins to leave.)

Inferno: GET OUT!

JR: Inferno is a reprehensible human being! Physically assualting and now
verbally assaulting his incredibly dedicated wife!

(Aquatic walks behind the curtain as Inferno grins. The crowd is exploding
with rage at the Eco-System.)

Mineral: (getting his own mike.) SHUT UP! This is not you people's business
to comment on! This is a FAMILY matter!

Inferno: Speaking of so-called family, some words need to be said right now,
and some things need to be cleared up. SO PRIME TIME..(big pop).GET OUT
HERE!

(Suddenly over the Arena sound system comes the sound of
typewriters and the BruiserTron comes to life. On the
screen, a CNN type montage begins with the words
"BREAKING NEWS" scrolling through the center. After a
few moments of the montage, it starts to spin as it
fades off the BruiserTron and the words "WHAT TIME IS
IT?" spin in to replace it. After a slight pause, the
words disappear in a fiery explosion and Dick Vitale
appears and screams, "IT'S PRIME TIME BABY!" "Prime
Time" by Promoe begins to blare throughout the arena
and rainbow colored pyros go off, starting at the top
of the ramp and continuing to go off all the way down
to the ring.)

P.A.: DON'T HATE THE MEDIA! BECOME THE MEDIA! THEY
ALREADY KNOW WHO WE ARE SO WHY NOT GET LOUDER, AND
LOUDER, AND LOUDER!

(Tamer, Kolic, Kate, Cl;ancy, Headhunter, and Tyrone Smith walk out from
behind the curtain. All of them are wearing their Prime Time member jackets.
Tyrone raises the BMWF World Heavyweight title in the air. Tamer scans the
crowd. Tamer and Tyrone start walking down the ramp side by side. Kolic and
Headhunter nod at each other and they start down behind the ramp behind
Tamer and Tyrone. Kate and Clancy follow them from behind. Prime Time
reaches the bottom of the ramp. Tyrone walks up the stairs. Tamer goes to
one of the side aprons. Kolic is directly across from Tamer. Headhunter is
on the side of the ring directly across from Tyrone. Prime Time enters the
ring surrounding all four sides. They already have mics.)

Tamer: Have you lost your minds! What are you thinking? This is Prime Time
we're your family, I thought you understood that. You guys never were the
brains of the operation. You see. You've done it all over again. *Bleeped*
everybody off. Now you have to fight a warâ?¦.and you have no army. Unless
you
have an explanation I suggest you start running!

Inferno: Oh,that's rich. You want an explanation from ME? I think my
reasoning is very clear. But what were you people doing? We get shipped back
off to Norway, you don't lift a finger to help us. We're sitting in Norway,
running indie gigs, no one ever bothers to call us, not even to say
"Hey, I
only got a few minutes, but how you been? We miss you guys."., You
telling
me PRIME TIME can't afford long distance? The only person who ever even TOOK
a call from us was Kolic. Kolic, we don't have a lot of beef with you right
now, but we do with your "homies" here.

Mineral: (taking the microphone from Inferno) And what is up with this?
(gestures to Tyrone Smith) You decide that the Jamacian Giant here, who you
feuded for a long time with, might be a good guy to call up? By doing that,
you SPIT in the faces of myself and Vernon, who would have never approved
this punk!

Tyrone: PUNK?! So, I'm a punk?! A (beep)in' seven-billion foot tall punk?!
Ya stupid mudda rass, ya dare disrespect ME? DA WORLD CHAMPION? (Big pop.)
I can't blame Prime Time fo' trying ta get some better talent in da stable
after Vern dipped an' y'all punks got deported. Ya two is jus' jealous of
dey success. Let 'Rone learn ya two punks, Prime Time MADE y'all's lil
@$$es! B'fore PT, ya two shmucks was piddlin' 'round in TCW fo' months never
accomplishin' not a D@MN! An' now, ya want to come back an' start spoutin'
(beep) 'bout me an' da boys? Ain't happenin'! I should come down t'ere an'
beat da everlovin' hell out of ya two, but ya know what? Y'alls wasn't even
yesterday's news.... I ain't got time for none-a-ya!

Mineral: Oh, I see how it is. Smithy is now the beacon of morality here.
Although, I shouldn't expect any morality left in Prime Time, you have a
hitman on the payroll for Pete's sake!

Kolic: You're the right people to speak of morality. You attacked us, except
for Tyrone because he would have ripped you apart, under cloak and mask. You
ran like cowards whenever you didn't have the upper hand. You couldn't make
your point as the Eco-System; you had to make up an entirely new gimmick.
But...I guess Prime Time rubbed off on you. You wanted a dramatic return,
and you got it. Big deal. You lost your jobs, your wife, and now your souls.
I hope you can live with yourself.

Inferno: You're trying to appeal to our souls? Too late, because they DIED!
Let us just be very clear here to you BLEEPS, and to all the biohazards
sitting in the arena and at home, one thing. From THIS POINT ON, the
Eco-System are lone wolves. We do WHAT we want, WHEN we want, to WHOEVER we
want, and we don't need any stable to answer to! And anyone who doesn't like
should just go BLEEP themselves!

(The Eco-System slides out of the ring, away from an incredulous Prime Time.
The crowd is booing vociferously now, and they are throwing things at the
Eco-System. Mineral picks up a popcorn bag, chews some of the popcorn, and
then spits it in a young child's face.)

JR: WHAT? How DARE he do that to a fan!

King: The Eco-System are changed men, JR, and not for the better!

(The Eco-System exits behind the curtain, to a final wave of boos.)

JR: We'll be right back!

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Shane Perish sitting on a couch with
his T.V. title laying on the table in front of him. Jacklyn J. comes into
view and sits down on the couch next to him.)

Jacklyn J.: Found out what your match is tonight Sy.

(Shane tilts his head to the side with curious look.)

Jacklyn J.: Levon Jones in a title match.

(The curious look on Shane's face turns to a smirk.)

Shane: That's great, just another hole in the road to greatness that will be
avoided.

Jacklyn J.: And I tag with Francine and Aquatic against Dizi, Athena, and
Moody.

Shane: Well that shouldn't be to hard to win. You beat Athena last week in a
non title match and Dizi is no real competition for you. You're sure to
win.

Jacklyn J.: Well thank you, that means a lot coming from the current
television champion.

Shane: Well your welcome. Besides its only a matter of time now before you
get your match against Athena at the next pay-per-view.

Jacklyn J.: Oh yeah, my time is coming and I will be the next Women's
champion.

Shane: That's right baby and Witherspoon isn't even going to be within
grasps of getting a hold of my belt.

Jacklyn J.: Your already in his head Sy. You made him trash all his marine
uniforms.

Shane: Yeah I saw that. What a shame already losing faith in himself. There
won't even be a fight when I get to him.

Jacklyn J.: It could've been the cheap whiskey he's been drinking. I'm mean
the only people who drink Jack Daniels are hobos and high school kids.

Shane: Maybe we should invite him to the party after I win our match. Maybe
he'll learn to spend money on quality not quantity.

Jacklyn J.: I'll make sure he gets and invitation. (Jacklyn J. giggles.)

Shane: Well come on we have to get a move on your match is next.

(The two walk out as the camera fades.)

>>>

(Aquatic is walking out of the building, when Michael Bole approaches her)

Bole: Aquatic, where are you going? I know you're upset, but you have a tag match next!

(Aquatic swings around and slaps Bole.)

Aquatic: (in tears) I have a TAG match? You don't care about me either, Bole! No one does! Not you, not Judge, not the Darkening, not Dizi or Donnie, and obviously not Jarrett or Brock! I'm done for tonight….honest to goodness I'm done.

Bole: Sheila….be reasonable. If you throw away this job….how are you going to support yourself? You don't have a comfortable nest egg.

Aquatic: I-I don't know. I….guess I was thinming he'd be there for me….but if we're not….I have to…but….

(Aquatic hugs Michael Bole much to his surprise.)

Aquatic: ..I just don't think I can do it. I'm so scared……all this time I thought I was a really strong woman….

Bole: Um..(pats Aquatic on the back) There there….you'll be fine on your own, you've been doing the past few months fine, right? Now go out there and stick it to Jarrett, all right?

Aquatic: (letting go of Bole and smiling.) You know what, you're right…

(Aquatic wipes her eyes and runs off as Michael Bole looks on.)

FADE

>>>

Kolic: If I find who ate my doughnuts, I'll...oh. I can't say I'm surprised.

(Dizi, sitting on a table, holding an almost empty donut box, smiles at
Kolic.)

Dizi: Hey, there!

Kolic: Dizi...what did you do with MY doughnuts?!

(Dizi looks at the last donut sitting in the box.)

Dizi: I ate some donuts. They were strawberry.

Kolic: Yes, I know that. They were also MINE!

Dizi: Oh. They were really good! Thanks! (takes the last donut out of the
box and takes a big bite, mumbles around a mouthful of donut) Have you ever
tried the ones with chocolate cream inside? They're really good!

Kolic: HEY! I was going to eat that! If you had asked, I might have given
you one!

Dizi: (ponders that for a minute) But, see, I didn't ask and got them all.
(smiles brightly at Kolic)

Kolic: AND LEFT ME WITH NONE! Sigh...next time, you ASK before taking!

Dizi: But there wasn't anyone to ask. Just a lonely box of donuts sitting in
an empty locker room. I was looking for Tamer and he wasn't there. But
they were. Have you seen him?

Kolic: No, I haven't seen him yet. He didn't give you a ride to the arena?

Dizi: No, I didn't see him today... I came in with Donnie. We had lunch at
this deli downtown. They have a really good open faced roast beef sandwich.
You should try it.

Kolic: Roast beef, huh? Sounds good. You only get a good roast beef sandwich
in the South. You're from Florida, right?

Dizi: Yup! I'm a beach girl! Do you like the beach? I do usually. Except
the sand gets everywhere...

Kolic: I never went to the beach. If I did go, the muscle-bound idiots would
make fun of my glasses or pale skin, then beat me up and kick sand in my
face. Not good times.

(Dizi leans back slightly, looks Kolic up and down, then leans forward and
pokes him in the chest.)

Dizi: You seem like you can handle yourself. But, if you're really worried
about it, you can come to the beach with me and I'll protect you. Do you
like blue or purple?

Kolic :Wait, what? Weren't we just talking about...never mind. I like blue
better, it's the color of deep intellectual thought and reason.

Dizi: (looks fascinated) Really? What is purple the color of?

Kolic: Hmm...I have no idea. If it isn't blue, I don't care.

(Dizi nods thoughtfully, then runs her hand through her hair.)

Dizi: Okay. But I think I need to find out what purple is the color of
before I decide whether to keep the blue streaks or switch to purple.

Kolic: All right. I gotta find some more doughnuts, seeing as how you ate
all of mine. I figure you know where to get doughnuts, right?

Dizi: Donuts? Sure, I found some in an empty locker room.

Kolic: THEY WERE MINE!!!

(Dizi tilts her head and looks at him, a sad expression on her face.)

Dizi: You don't like me, do you?

Kolic: I do, but you're very frustrating to deal with. Never mind, I'll go
without this time, I can use the ANGER to once again destroy Howitzer.

Dizi: (smiles brightly at him, hops off the table and hugs him) I like you,
too!

(After a second, Kolic pats Dizi on the back) Right...I'd better hurry, my
match is next.

(Kolic walks down a hallway)

(Dizi waves after him as he walks away, then wanders off in search of who
knows what.)

(Tamer is walking backstage and sees Dizi. He walks towards her.)

Tamer: Hey, Danielle.

(Tamer hugs and kisses Dizi. Dizi look up at Tamer.)

Dizi: Do I know you?

(Tamer looks worried.)

Tamer: Wh..Bu..I...

(Dizi laughs)

Dizi: I'm just kidding silly

(Tamer takes a deep breath.)

Tamer: You scared me for a sec.

Dizi: (grins up at him) Yes, I'm a very frightening person. I've been
taking lessons in scaring people.

Tamer: Is that so?

Dizi: Yes! And it's obviously working. I scared you, you just said so.
(Smiles up at him) I was looking for you earlier.

Tamer: Looks like I found you.

Dizi: Yes, you did! You weren't in your locker room earlier. But, there
were some strawberry filled donuts. They were yummy.

Tamer: (Laughs) Kolic's doughnuts...If you like sweet stuff you oughta try
my mo..

(Tamer stops mid sentence and gets an upset look on his face. Tamer shakes
his head and looks back at Dizi.)

Tamer: So...How have you been?

(Dizi watching his face tilts her head the side.)

Dizi: What's wrong?

Tamer: Nothing, I guess I almost forgot...Anyway...I was thinking tonight we
could have dinner together

(Dizi wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him.)

Dizi: Forgot what?

Tamer: Just.stuff from the past. Not important. What's important is right
now I have a beautiful girl I'd like to take to dinner.

(Dizi looks at him for a minute, but decides to let it slide for now.)

Dizi: Where are you going to take me? I could go for Italian food. There's
very little I wouldn't do for good Fettuccini Alfredo. Donnie and I had
lunch at a deli... really good open faced roast beef sandwiches. Do you
think purple would be better?

Tamer: Fettuccini Alfredo, my kind of girl, Italian for dinner it is. Wait
purple for what?

Dizi: There's a restaurant in the Gold Coast that has the best Fettuccini
Alfredo... but I guess we're too far away to go there tonight...

(Tamer thinks for a second.)

Tamer: Depends...Do you feel like riding in a leer jet? I'm sure Clancy
could set it up

Dizi: I would love it!! And we could hit the craps table!! And go
shopping!!

Tamer: Anything you want. Nothing I won't do for you. Now, purple for what?

Dizi: (looks at him like he's crazy) My hair.

Tamer: Oh, for your hair, definitely purple. I think it's sexy.

Dizi: Yeah, but blue not only matches my eyes, it's the color of deep
intellectual thought and reason.

Tamer: You've been talking to Kolic too much. He tried to convince me to
let him where the dark blue PT jacket for that same reason. How bout this,
you go with purple and I'll get you a special PT jacket with purple to
match.

(Dizi looks at him for a minute, then smiles slowly.)

Dizi: You're going to give me a jacket? Does that mean we're going steady?

Tamer: (Smiles.) It does if you want it to.

Dizi: (grins) I'll think about it...

Tamer: Okay. You do that.

(Donnie walks up behind Tamer and clears his throat.)

Donnie: Dizi. We have some things we need to go over, in the locker room,
alone.

(Dizi leans to the side slightly and looks around Tamer at her brother.)

Dizi: What do we have to go over?

Donnie: Things.

Dizi: What things?

Donnie: Things that wrestlers and their managers go over. Alone. Now.

Dizi: (sighs and looks up at Tamer) I gotta go. I'll see you later, though,
right? You won't forget?

Tamer: I wouldn't miss it for the world.

(Dizi kisses Tamer, then looks at Donnie and sighs.)

Dizi: Okay, let's go....

Donnie: (nods at Tamer) Nice to see you.

(Donnie grabs Dizi by the hand and starts to lead her away. She keeps
looking back at Tamer as they walk away.)

Tamer: Hey Donnie!

Donnie: (turns around and looks at Tamer) Yes?

Tamer: (In a very serious tone) We need to talk, soon.

Donnie: (nods to Tamer) Count on it.

(Tamer watches them walk away as we fade.)

(Dizi and Donnie walk into a deserted locker room. Dizi hops up to sit on a counter and looks at her brother.)

Dizi: Tamer's taking me to Vegas for dinner!

Donnie: I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Dizi: You can come if you want, I'm sure there's going to be room on the jet.

Donnie: Dizi, we have to talk...

Dizi: (rolls her eyes) Yeah, yeah... wrestler-manager talk... whatever. Tamer thinks purple.

Donnie: Dizi, I think you've been spending too much time with Tamer and his crowd...

Dizi: Oh. You mean like Kolic? I was talking to him earlier tonight....

Donnie: (interrupts) Dizi, that's just it! What do you know about Kolic?

Dizi: (smiles) Kolic? He's sweet. He gave me some donuts... they were strawberry...

Donnie: Diz, Kolic isn't sweet. Did you know he damn near killed Tobey Miliken?

Dizi: Did he?

Donnie: Yes. And that Headhunter guy- he actually is a hitman. He takes money for attacking people.

Dizi: Really? How much does he get paid for that?

Donnie: That's not the point! And Tyrone? He's a monster, Dizi.

Dizi: I thought he was Jamaican?

Donnie: You know what I mean. He's destroyed people.

Dizi: Yeah, okay. So what?

Donnie: So, I don't want you around those people.

Dizi: Those people don't matter. I'm dating the whole Prime Time stable. I'm just dating Tamer.

Donnie: He's part of the group....

Dizi: I'm not dating the group. I'm dating Tamer. He's taking me to Vegas for dinner tonight... Italian food, at the Gold Coast.

Donnie: (sighs) Yeah, Fettucini Alfredo, I bet.

Dizi: Of course.

Donnie: Go ahead and get changed, I'll wait for you outside.

Dizi: (hops off the counter) Okay.

(Donnie looks at his sister for a minute, then hugs her.)

Donnie: Love ya.

(Dizi smiles at her brother and kisses him on the end of his nose.)

Dizi: Love you, too.

(Donnie walks out of the locker room as we fade.)

(Donnie walks into the Prime Time locker room and spots Tamer cooling down after his match. He looks around, then back to Tamer.)

Donnie: Are we alone?

Tamer: No my friend Casper is over there snoozing on the couch.

Donnie: I think it might be time we had a talk.

Tamer: Okay, well I'll let you start.

Donnie: Fine. I don't think my sister should be spending too much time with you. Or your friends.

(Tamer looks up at Donnie.)

Tamer: Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's not gonna happen. I like Danielle, and whether or not you like it, she likes me.

Donnie: I'm sure you like her. She a very sweet girl. A very innocent girl. And you and your crowd... they're not exactly the type of people I think she should be associating with.

Tamer: Maybe you need to let her make her own choices about who she wants to be around.

Donnie: Have you ever talked to her? I mean really talked to her? She's not just ADD. She's very naive in a lot of ways. She doesn't realize what she's getting herself into. And I won't stand by and let her be hurt.

Tamer: I disagree. Have you seen her with me? I mean not just scowling because I'm with your sister, but actually watched her. She knows exactly what's going on. She's focused. And most importantly she's happy.

Donnie: But is she safe when she's with you? Let's look at your crowd... how many people has Tyrone Smith hospitalized? And Headhunter... a guy that takes money to attack people. And, oh, how about Kolic? Didn't he nearly kill Tobey Miliken?

Tamer: She's safe with me. It doesn't matter what they do or who they are. Tell me what I have done wrong. What can you say about me? Because Donnie that's who she'll actually be with. I'm the guy she's dating.

Donnie: (sighs) Yeah. So, she says.

(Donnie walks over and looks Tamer in the eye.)

Donnie: But, I'm actually her big brother, the guy that's looked out for her all her life. And I'm telling you this: If you hurt her in any way, I'll make sure you end up hurting.... far, far worse.

(Tamer stands up.)

Tamer: Won't happen. I will never hurt her. So even don't try threatening me. I've dealt with far worse.

Donnie: I'm not saying you'll hurt her. I'm just saying 'if.' Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my sister.

(Tamer grabs Donnie's arm.)

Tamer: If she doesn't show tonight I'll be coming for you.

(Donnie looks down at Tamer's hand, then back up at him.)

Donnie: And what will you do? Beat me up?

(Tamer lets go of Donnie's arm and looks almost startled.)

Tamer: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. Look you can trust me with her. The last thing I would do is cause Danielle pain.

Donnie: (nods slightly) Vegas... there's a lot going on all the time. She has a tendency to wander off... Take care of her.

Tamer: I won't leave her side.

(Tamer extends his hand.)

(Donnie hesitates, then shakes Tamer's hand. Donnie nods once more to Tamer as he turns and leaves as we fade)

LILLY: This contest is a six woman tag team match scheduled for one fall.
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

(There is a pyro that seems to be blue in the light. "Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven plays over the PA system as Aquatic comes out with a towel over her head. She walks down to silence. She steps up to the apron instead of hopping , but her pyro goes off anyway, causing an explosion of blue fireworks.)

King: Poor Aquatic! She has to wrestle, but she doesn't look like she's in any condition for it.

(Aquatic throws her towel off, and hops over the ring ropes. She sits in the corner and waits quietly for the match to start.)

Their partner...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

(The lights in the arena start to flicker to a crimson red. "Points of
Authority" by Linkin Park hits the PA system.)

PA: All things run red now so will you.

( Jacklyn J. comes out from behind the curtain and walks down the ramp. She
slides in the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle. She taunts to the crowd
the does a backflip off the turnbuckle to start the match.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
At a total combined weight of 442 pounds...
From Chicago, IL... weighing in at 137 pounds...
Athena Hashi

Her partner...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

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

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

Their partner...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody

JR: There's the bell!
Dizi catches Francine in a wristlock.
Francine is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Francine manages to grab the ropes after being trapped for 8 seconds.
Dizi hits Francine with a baseball slide.
Dizi hits Francine with a headlock takedown.
Dizi hits a baseball slide on Francine.
Dizi puts Francine in a wristlock.
Francine manages to grab the ropes after being locked up for 15 seconds.
Dizi tags out to Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. enters the ring and lays out Dizi.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. leaves the ring.
Francine executes an eye gouge on Judge Moody.
Francine kicks Judge Moody.
Francine acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering her.
Francine punches Judge Moody.
Francine is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Francine hits Judge Moody.
Francine acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering her.
Judge Moody punches Francine.
Francine chops Judge Moody.
Francine acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering her.
Francine kicks Judge Moody.
Francine acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering her.
Judge Moody chops Francine.
Francine punches Judge Moody.
Francine is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Judge Moody kicks Francine.
Judge Moody goes for an arm bar, but Francine counters it with an eye gouge.
Francine executes a back rake on Judge Moody.
Francine hits an eye gouge on Judge Moody.
Francine chops Judge Moody.
Francine acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering her.
Francine chops Judge Moody.
Judge Moody hits Francine.
Judge Moody kicks Francine.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Judge Moody and a few others cheering
her.
Judge Moody hoists Francine high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Francine crashing hard to the mat.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Francine hits Judge Moody with a kick to the midsection.
Francine goes for the Evenflow DDT, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Francine tags out to Aquatic.
Aquatic and Francine hit Judge Moody with a double bulldog.
Francine leaves the ring.
Aquatic whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Aquatic goes for an eye poke, but Judge Moody blocks it.

Judge Moody tags out to Athena Hashi.
Athena Hashi hits Aquatic with spinning heel kick.
A few fans are cheering on Athena Hashi.
Athena Hashi throws Aquatic out of the ring.
Earl Hepner counts: one, two, three, Aquatic reenters the ring.
Athena Hashi whips Aquatic into the ropes.
Aquatic smacks Athena Hashi with a devastating flying lariat .
Aquatic uses a snap mare on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic goes for a bulldog, but Athena Hashi blocks it.
Athena Hashi hits Aquatic with a powerbomb.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Athena Hashi goes for a roundhouse kick, but Aquatic counters it with a legsweep
.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic further incites the crowd.
Aquatic executes an Asai moonsault on Athena Hashi.
Earl Hepner counts: One, shoulder up.
Aquatic throws Athena Hashi into the turnbuckle.
Aquatic punches Athena Hashi.
Numerous fans are using Aquatic for target practice.

JR: Aquatic takes Athena Hashi down with a DDT!

King: Athena needs to make a tag to either Dizi or Judge Moody!

JR: Aquatic picks Athena up but she kicks Aquatic in the face and then dives to her corner. Athena tags out to Judge Moody!

King: Judge Moody is a woman on a rampage tonight JR!

JR: Judge Moody runs in and clotheslines Aquatic down. Aquatic gets back up but Moody hits her with a snapmare takedown followed by a baseball slide to the back! Judge Moody picks Aquatic up to her feet by her hair, and then executes a DDT!

King: Moody's headed for the top rope!

JR: As Aquatic slowly gets to her feet, Moody leaps off the turnbuckle and hits the Moody Slam! Judge Moody covers Aquatic as the crowd boos.

Athena Hashi hits Aquatic.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Athena Hashi.
Athena Hashi punches Aquatic.
Athena Hashi hits Aquatic.
Athena Hashi throws Aquatic out of the ring.
Athena Hashi goes through the ropes.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Aquatic throws Athena Hashi into the ringsteps.
Francine comes over to make it two-on-one.
Aquatic and Francine hit Athena Hashi with a double bulldog.
Earl Hepner counts: 2.
Aquatic shoves Athena Hashi into the guardrail.
Aquatic grabs a chair.
Aquatic takes the chair.
Aquatic takes Athena Hashi down with an Asai moonsault with the chair.
Earl Hepner counts: 3.
Aquatic climbs back into the ring.
Athena Hashi climbs back into the ring.
Aquatic gives the sign for the Ice Breaker.
Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic further incites the crowd.
Aquatic goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, Judge Moody doesn't make it in time... three.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are Aquatic, Francine and Jacklyne J.!

King: JR, that match was too much for me to take in at once. I need to smoke a cigarette after watching those hot divas grab each other.

JR: Well there's only one way to do that around here. TIME FOR A COMMERCIAL!!!

(The camera fades into commercial showing two kids playing a videogame.)

Kid #1: MAN, THIS GAME STINKS!!! I'M TIRED OF SHOOTING ALIENS, AND CHASING LITTLE YELLOW PICKACHOOS!!

Kid #2: Well then why don't you try a role playing game?

Kid #1: Are you kidding me? I'd like to have a girlfriend and not get my butt kicked in school. I'll stick with Madden and first person shooters.

Kid #2: Yeah, but doesn't it get boring playing the same types of games over and over?

(Bursting thru the kids bedroom door is Bob "Box" Bartelstein. He is wearing a TCW: Let The Sin Begin jean jacket and blue jeans with a black shirt.)

Box: SO YOU'RE SICK OF THE SAME OLD GAMES HUH?

Kids #1 & #2: YEAH!!!

Box: But you don't want to play role playing games because you're afraid of being a 30-year old virgin living in your grandmothers basement with more Everquest shirts than business shirts in your closet?

Kids #1 & #2: YEAH!!!

Box: Well then look no further because I've got the first role playing game that won't sentence you to a life of forced virginity.

Kids #1 & #2: ALLRIGHT!!! WHAT IS IT??

Box: It's called BMWF: Curse Of The Phantom Wrestler and it's available on all major gaming platforms.

Kid #1: EVEN GAMECUBE??

Box: NO YOU TWIT, NOT GAMECUBE!!! THIS GAME IS MEANT TO BE ENTERTAINING TO ALL, NOT JUST 2-YEAR OLDS AND CHILD DIDDLERS!!! BMWF: CURSE OF THE PHANTOM WRESTLER IS AVAILABLE ON THE PLAYSTATION 2, XBOX AND THE PC!!

Kids #1 & #2: OH WOW!!!

(The camera changes to show various scenes from BMWF: Curse Of The Phantom Wrestler.)

Narrator: THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS, THIS IS THE GAME THAT CHANGES IT ALL!!! BUILD YOUR WRESTLER UP FROM A LOWLY APPLICANT TO CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!

(Camera shows Kids #1 & #2 playing the game with uncontrollable glee. Box is standing behind them smiling.)

Kid #1: What's up with this? I used to be the World Champ, but now I lost two matches in a row.

Kid #2: Be careful, it looks like your character is infected with Cash-itis. He may develop a mystery illness, phony family problems, excessive homework, bad internet connection, or just no show!

Kid #1: OH CRICKEY!! A NO SHOW!!

Kid #2: That's right. A no show. You better send him into Bruiser's training center to up his stamina, workrate, and charisma.

Kid #1: Great idea.

Box: Actually, a great way to fix your characters attributes is to start an online poll of how you are doing. Not only is it a good way to get advice from the computer, but you can also feed your opponents misinformation making them zig when you're really zagging.

Kid #1: Don't whine too much though right Box!?

Box: That's right Kid Number One. Otherwise, people will think that you think you're oppressed and that you're being held back.

Kid #2: Nobody likes a whiner.

Box: Ahhh.....spoken like a true prodigy.

Kid #1: So Box, this game rules, but you said it would get us babes. WHERE ARE THE HO'S??

(Box snaps his fingers and the kids room is instantly filled with sexy ho's made up of all of God's lovely colors. They are each carrying a wireless controller.)

Sexy Ho's: CAN WE PLAY?

Box, Kids #1 & #2: *GULP* SURE...SURE YOU CAN!!

(The camera switches back to various scenes from the game.)

Narrator: BMWF: CURSE OF THE PHANTOM WRESTLER!!! AVAILABLE AT ALL QUALITY VIDEO GAME STORES AND BABBAGE'S!! IN STORES NOW!!!

(Scene opens to show a pair of blue-lensed Oakleys sitting on a bench. A
hand reaches out and grabs them. The camera zooms out as the hand
travels upward, putting the shades on the face of Rogue Morello. He
tightens up the ponytail that his hair is in, and turns to walk toward
the locker room exit. As he turns, he comes face to face with Slim Jim
Sullivan, who is sticking a microphone right in Rogue's face.)

Slim Jim: Hey, Rogue! Can I get a few words?

(Rogue Morello glares at Slim Jim as he steps forward. Slim Jim takes a
step backwards for every step that Rogue takes forwards. Soon, Slim Jim
is pressed against the locker room wall, and the two men are nose to
nose. Rogue reaches out and takes the microphone from Slim Jim.)

Rogue: What in the world is wrong with you?

Slim Jim: I ... er ...

Rogue: If you EVER ... sneak up on me like that again, I'll slap your
(BEEP) NOSE right off your face! Now, get the hell out of here while I
talk to the people.

Slim Jim: But, I need ...

Rogue: What you need to do is get the heck out of here before things get
to heavy for you to carry!

(Slim Jim hesitates for a second. Rogue acts like he's about to pimp
slap Slim Jim, and he quickly runs out of the locker room.)

Rogue: Heh. What the hell's he so scared for?

(Rogue turns to the camera and smiles, holding the microphone up to his
mouth.)

Rogue: Ladies and gentlemen, how ya'll doing?

(There's a pop from the crowd.)

Rogue: Good, good. Now, I know that you all came here to see me wrestle
tonight, and I'm gonna put on one hell of a show for you. Right here in
this very building, I may very well end the career of the man they call
Axe. And, no, it's not because of anything he's done to me. Hell, I
don't even know the guy. I'm gonna beat him senseless because I can, and
I feel like it. And, if any of you out there have a problem with that,
then I've just got to say that I really don't give a (BEEP). Axe, I
suggest that you just go quietly, accept the fact that I'm gonna kick
your ass, and make it easy on yourself. Because, if there's one thing
that you don't wanna do ... you really don't wanna piss me off!

(Scene goes back to the ring.)

JR: Some harsh words from Rogue Morello, ladies and gentlemen.

King: Sounds like he's gonna beat Axe to a pulp, right here in front of
us tonight!

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up as Axe is seen getting out of his black 1969 Pontiac GTO as the North Carolina crowd make themselves heard from inside the Dean Smith Arena. Axe grabs his duffel bag slinging it over his shoulder and slams the car door before making his way inside when he's stopped by Michael Bole.)

Bole: Hey Axe! I was wondering if I could get an interview?

(Axe walks back down the steps and drops his duffel bag sighing before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and his Zippo lighter.)

Axe: Your lucky I wanted to have a cigarette Bole I guess it's better than you coming barging into my locker room later.

Bole: Great!

(Bole and the cameraman get set up as Axe slowly exhales some smoke from his mouth before Bole is given the signal to cue the interview.)

Bole: Hello BMWF Fans! I am standing next to Axe who beat Tobey Miliken last week to advance farther in the Box Tournament! That was quite a match you had Axe but do you think you can beat Lowedown to face Box at the Pay-Per-View?

(Axe takes a few more drags before answering.)

Axe: You know Bole I am quite aware that Lowedown is a tough opponent to defeat in the ring but when I am guaranteed the fact that there are no rules and I can do anything I want I feel a bit at ease. Cause' everybody should know by now that hardcore matches are my expertise, my haven and playground of destruction!

Axe: I actually respect Lowe I am not going to run my mouth and get all big headed thinking I can win this match no problem but I am definitely going to give everything I have and give Lowe a run for his money...because that Hardcore title belt which Box holds around his waist is driving me...there's nothing else I want but to defeat both of these men and become the NEW Hardcore champion and it will happen.

Bole: What about Lowedown's friends now that he is with The Church Of Legends?

Axe: I think Lowedown has enough confidence in himself to leave his friends out of it and let us duke it out...but I'll be as prepared as I possibly can be to try and defend myself but I am looking forward to this match.

Bole: (Shocked and confused face.) Your looking forward to it?

Axe: Yeah...I mean if I pull off the victory that's a big achievement and Lowedown is a huge draw...I know we can put on a good match and I am going to put him to the limit if you think Tobey's beating was bad and extreme then you better censor the whole with Lowe because it will get ugly...blood will be shed and it will be hard to make out the victors of the match.

Bole: Let's say you beat Lowedown what about Box? You've faced him before and lost your Tag Team Championship belt.

Axe: That was the past...I face him one on one in a special type of match who knows what it is...but I am going to show him a fighter, and a man who deserves that belt more than him!

Bole: Bold words A-

Axe: True words! I will defeat Box...if it's the last thing I do!

Bole: Okay what about your opponent tonight Rogue Morello?

Axe: You know this Rogue Morello isn't a man I am afraid of if anything it should be the other way around because he should be fearing for his life after seeing what I did to Miliken...this guy is telling me to be careful?! He must be real delusional...and if he thinks he can get a win off me than he's sadly mistaken!

Axe: Rogue...I am going to send you over the Border with the Loner's Landing and tonight will not be your night! Your gonna wish you were still wrestlin' with the jobbers! See you soon punk!

Bole: Well Axe good luck tonight and in the future for your tournament.

(Axe finishes his cigarette and stomps on the butt before exhaling the smoke in the air.)

Axe: Tell Rogue maybe help him get out of his delusional thoughts!

(Axe picks up his bag and walks inside the arena as the Bruisertron blinks out and goes over to JR and King sitting at the announce table.)

JR: Axe seems to think Rogue won't be any trouble and seems a lot more focused on this tournament King.

King: I would be too JR...I mean he has to face Lowedown!

(Tobey Miliken is walking into the arena wearing his stylish shades and a black suit with a white shirt unbuttoned. His manager Misty Rivers is walking beside him carrying his bag. Tobey is approached by Bole.)

Bole: WOW Tobey! You are really styling and profiling tonight.

Tobey: It's all part of the Hollywood image Bole. If you are going to live in Hollywood you have to dress like Hollywood. Now what do you want an autograph for your kid or something. Hey quit looking down Misty's top.

Bole: HUH? I wasn't. I mean not that their not nice, it's just.

Tobey: Bole, baby, you're only human. I don't blame you. As a matter of fact Misty unzip your top and just go ahead and show the man those bodacious tah tah's.

(Misty goes to unzip her top and then she slaps Bole.)

Misty: Don't ever look at my breasts again you pig.

Bole: But I.

Tobey: Hey women can be very sensitive Bole. Now just focus and lets talk wrestling.

Bole: Tonight you have what you have described as a moment of truth match with Witherspoon. A chance to show everyone that you are better than your record.

Tobey: That's right Bole. Tonight Tobey Miliken starts a new winning streak. It starts with Spoon and it will continue till I have some sort of gold around my waist. Whether it's the IC title, the World Title or tag team titles, TONIGHT IS THE MOMENT OF TRUTH. I WILL WIN!

Bole: There seems to be some heat with you and the Church.

Tobey: The only heat is with Lowedown. However you know that Mexican't Mafioso has to get involved. But I have a surprise for Mafioso. He is going for the ride of a lifetime tonight.

Bole: And what about Lowedown. You said that Lowedown would also pay big tonight as well.

Tobey: Lowedown is going to be taken out tonight. TONIGHT. LOWEDOWN WILL KNOW WHAT I WENT THROUGH TAKING UP FOR HIM. Only tonight, tonight might end his career.

Misty: Come on baby, you got to get ready for your match.

Tobey: See ya Bole.

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Axe

(The lights in the Dean Smith Arena go out as a strobe effect begins automatically getting the capacity crowd 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 wearing a new black with white lettering sleeveless t-shirt available at concession stands which reads on the front "Bring you over the border!" and on the back "To Loner's Landing!" He is also wearing denim shorts with his Doc Martins and has trimmed his beard along with his hair just reaching his shoulders.)

(He soaks in the boos and chants from the crowd and once reaching the end of the ramp he 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: Rogue...you think I am just another jobber you can attack and defeat? Obviously you don't know who the hell I am and what I am about to become and that's the NEW Hardcore champion!

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

Axe: Your about to step in the ring with a borderline psychotic however tonight your going to cross the border to Loner's Landing! It's a hell of a trip Rogue...and your expectations of this match will be short lived! It's a shame you underestimate me...I am no jobber and your lucky I don't make a small example of you in front of these hicks!

(Crowd boos.)

Axe: Your lucky I don't make an example to show Box AND Lowedown just exactly what they have in store for themselves! But the night is still young...and well your not the brighest crayon in the box now are you Rogue? Especially telling ME to look at what you did to Rod Killings...nobody cares as Rod is a nobody! Try pulling that crap with me Rogue...just try it!

Axe: Enough talking bring yourself down here so I can make quick work of you and move on to bigger and BETTER things and possibly a nicer looking crowd for the next show!

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

Rogue Morello

*DING DING*

As the bell sounds Axe circles around the ring before locking up with Rogue Morello and pushing him in the far corner the ref able to break it up after a four count.

JR: Axe and Rogue are locking up again and an Irish whip by Axe.
Rogue on the return and is hit with a devastating runnng kneelift!
Axe following up with a dropkick right to the chops of Rogue Morello!

King: I think I saw a tooth fly out JR!

Axe begins to scrape his boot over the face of Rogue followed by a choke while using the ropes for leverage breaking the count at four and releasing as Rogue struggles for breath.

JR: Some dirty tactics by Axe who must be thinking he's in a no disqualifcation match.
Axe now picking up Rogue to his feet and OH! Axe just raked his eyes!

King: That's a good little trick JR I invented that!

JR: Yeah I am sure King.
Axe is now delivering several chops to the chest of Rogue followed by some hard right hands!

Axe delivers a hard right sending Rogue into the ropes and as he returns is lifted and sent down with an Atomic Drop.

JR: Nice Atomic Drop executed by Axe!
Axe now blatantly choking Rogue Morello with his boot but manages to stop at four again avoiding the disqualification.

Axe grabs Rogue by the head and bounces it off a nearby turnbuckle and then gets Morello into a small package from behind but pulls his tights.

JR: One...Two...Thr-NO! Rogue just managed to kick out even though that no good cheater Axe almost had the win!

King: What are you talking about? He didn't do anything wrong!

JR: Rogue Morello runs into the ropes.
Rogue Morello executes a leg lariat on Axe.
Rogue Morello gets ankle lock on Axe.
Axe is struggling to reach the ropes.
Axe tries to escape the hold.
Axe grabs the ropes after being trapped for 7 seconds.
Rogue Morello uses a bulldog on Axe.
Rogue Morello is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rogue Morello goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Axe counters it with
a facerake.
Axe executes a Hotshot on Rogue Morello.
A few fans are booing Axe.
Axe goes for a powerbomb, but Rogue Morello counters it with a backdrop.
Rogue Morello spins around while pointing at the crowd.
Rogue Morello is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rogue Morello goes for neckbreaker, but Axe blocks it.

JR: And Axe with an Irish whip into the corner ... Rogue Morello with an
elbow to the face! Axe is down hard!

(Rogue goes to the outside and grabs Axe's legs around the ringpost.)

King: I think it's time to make a wish!

(Rogue pulls on Axe's legs, driving his crotch right into the ring
post.)

JR: Oh, no! It looks like he's about to try to injure Axe right here!

(Rogue executes the figure four leglock around the ringpost.)

King: Haha! Listen to Axe screaming in pain!

JR: Come on, ref! Do something here!

(Rogue lets go of the hold just before the ref's count gets to 5, only
to apply the hold once more.)

JR: And he's back to it again! Axe's knee cannot endure that much
pressure!

(Rogue once again releases the hold before being disqualified. He then
slides back into the ring.)

JR: Rogue Morello chops Axe.
A small "Rogue Morello" chant is being started.
Axe hits Rogue Morello.
There is no crowd reaction.
Axe hits a running driving kneelift on Rogue Morello.
Axe goes for a vertical suplex, but Rogue Morello blocks it.
Rogue Morello kicks Axe.
Axe punches Rogue Morello.
Axe nails Rogue Morello with a kick to the groin.
Axe goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Rogue Morello counters it with
a bulldog.
A small "Rogue Morello" chant is being started.
Rogue Morello spins around while pointing at the crowd.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rogue Morello.

Rogue Morello goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Axe counters it with
a bulldog.

Axe picks Rogue back up and kicks him in the gut causing him to double over and takes advantage by going for a trifecta of vertical suplexes. Axe is able to manage two but Rogue Morello delivers a right hook to Axe who retaliates with a thumb to the eye and the third vertical suplex.

JR: Axe able to pull off three vertical suplexes with a thumb to the eye!
He's now got Rogue Morello by the legs and is splitting them open!
OH! And Axe just kicked Morello in the groin!

King: It's as thought Axe was playing golf when he kicked Rogue! FORE! HA HA!

Axe gets Rogue to his feet and levels him in the gut able to hoist him up in the powerbomb position and drops him out of the ring to the ground below.

JR: Axe just powerbombed Rogue out of the ring to the ground!

King: He landed pretty bad too King!

JR: Axe slides out from the ring and grabs Rogue by the arm whipping him into the guardrail. Axe begins to stomp a mudhole in his chest repeatedly until finally stopping before getting DQ'ed and gets him to his feet Irish whipping him into the steps knocking them off balance.

JR: Axe is taking advantage of the outside objects and just punishing Rogue!

King: I guess Axe is sending a message!

JR: Axe has got Rogue and is whipping him into the nearby ring post! OH! Rogue is busted open real badly folks!

Axe runs with speed and executes a Backspin DDT on the ground.
He then gets him up and wraps his arms around Rogue's waist before executing a Belly-to-back suplex.

JR: Axe is entering the ring and coming back out to restart the count and is bringing Rogue back in the ring.

Axe gets Rogue up and rakes his eyes before whipping him to the ropes and receiving a powerslam. Axe locks on an arm bar and wrenches as hard as he can.

JR: Axe has that arm bar on and is a deadly move when executed correctly.

King: That can break your arm like a twig very easily.

Axe applies pressure and leans back as Rogue screams in pain, the referee checking to see if he wants to submit but he shakes his head.

JR: Rogue is putting up a fight even though he has faced quite a lot of punishment.
Morello is trying to reach the ropes but Axe just keeps dragging back to the center.

Axe continues to work on the arm until Rogue begins to fade and the referee lifts his arm.........it falls. He lifts it again................it falls. He lifts it a third time...............i-NO!

JR: Somehow Rogue has got his arm up to break the hold unbelievable this youngster!

King: Or stupid JR!

Axe executes an elbowsmash to the head and goes for a count but only gets two.

JR: Axe wanting to get this over but Morello still has energy left!
Axe is now chopping and delivering right hooks like crazy!
OH! A kick to the gut and LONER'S LANDING! LONER'S LANDING! LONER'S LANDING!

King: He's going upstairs JR!

JR: Axe goes up to the second turnbuckle and goes for an elbow drop landing directly on Morello's chest before rolling him up for the count.

JR: This one is over folks!

("Lithium" by Nirvana starts up but as Axe goes to leave he goes over to the time keeper's table and grabs a steel chair and a microphone entering the ring where Rogue still lays.)

Axe: Cut the music!

(Music stops abruptly as crowd boos.)

Axe: Lowedown...Box...if you two are watching right now this is just a sample of things to come! Rogue...don't take it personally but you underestimated me...not smart!

(Axe places the microphone down and cranks the chair back before sending it down over the back of Rogue Morello.)

*CRACK!*

*CRACK!*

*CRACK!*

(Axe drops the chair and gets Rogue to his feet before executing The Loner's Landing on the steel chair. He picks up the microphone.)

Axe: See you two REAL soon...

(Axe drops the mic as the music starts up, the crowd booing as Axe leaves the ring Rogue laying in a pool of blood.)

(Rogue goes to the outside, grabbing a chair and taking it up the ramp.)

JR: Oh, no! Come on, Rogue, don't be a sore loser! Don't do this!

(Rogue smashes Axe in the head with the chair, knocking him to the
floor. He drags Axe to the ring and over to the corner and props him up in a sitting
position against the turnbuckles. He then places the chair over Axe's
chest and face before walking to the opposite corner.)

King: He's gonna try to take him out!

(Rogue runs across the ring and executes a sliding drop kick into the
chair.)

JR: Oh my god! He just busted him wide open!

(Rogue climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms above his head to boos
from the fans. Rogue smiles, reacting as though the fans were cheering
him.)

King: Look , JR, they love him!

JR: What the ... what have you been smoking, King?

(Lowedown sits in the Church locker room with Brother Dozer standing behind him quietly watching the front door. Flame makes her way over and sets a few different colored ties on the table and then turns around to her husband...)

Flame:Which one do you like better? I think this one goes better with your eyes.

Lowedown:Well, I never have doubted your sense of style. I'll take that one right there.

Dozer :Hey brother? What do you think about Tobey talking all this smack about getting back at you? I mean for what you did to him and all.

Flame:I think Tobey is getting in over his head to be honest.

Lowedown:I couldn't agree more baby. Tobey is going to talk himself into an early grave before he even knows it.

Dozer:He does talk alot.

Lowedown:You know I can admire someone who can face me like a man and step up to me like a man. Tobey, he doesn't even come close to being a man in my opinion. He jumps me from behind and thinks for a moment that thou shalt not commit stupidity? When you do something as stupid as attack me like a punk and think everything is fine, you couldn't be more wrong. I expect Tobey to try another stupid attempt here tonight and I fully expect Tobey to fall flat on his face.

Dozer:I think he's going to try and screw you out of the World title shot tonight?

Lowedown:I wouldn't put it past him to try a rookie stunt like that. Which is why I have something on the backburner for him. A nice lil' welcoming for him if he tries to screw me over.

Flame:So you don't have a problem on becoming the World champion for the sixth time?

Lowedown:Do I have a problem with it? Not at all. But then again, that Hardcore title is mighty fetching.

Dozer:Oh you're going to have to explain this one to me.

Lowedown:Look, I've been the World champion before and down the road I will be the champion again. But this Boxman tournament makes me smile in a different way. Becoming the Hardcore champion will make the Church of Legends even stronger than ever. It will show that we can dish out punishment against these so called hardcore sinners. I will show them the way. I will show them exactly what their sinning can do to them.

Flame:This I like.

Lowedown:Becoming the Hardcore champion will solidify me as the ultimate crucifier of the BMWF. The Church of Legends will be solidified as the leaders of the wrestling world and no one will stand in our way. Ya feel me on that one?

Dozer:I'm down with that.

Flame:Without question my love. Why don't we go out there and see our followers.

Lowedown:Sounds good. I think we need to address a thing or two for the peeps.

(Lowedown picks up his suit jacket and puts it on before exiting the room behind Dozer and Flame...)

fade...

>>>

(Inferno and Mineral are walking down the hallway. Inferno sees Too Bold Stupido walking by and pulls him over by his neck.)

Inferno: Hey boy, run an errand for me. Go tell Michael Bole that he doesn't have the right to-

Voice: Doesn't have a right to what?

(The camera pans out, and we see Michael Bole. Inferno releases Stupido, who runs off.)

Inferno: Young man….where do you get off telling my wife to "go out there and stick it to me", huh? Where do you get off?

Bole: You got her so upset, I had to calm her down! I can't believe you would talk to her like that Inferno. Why would you even-

(Mineral suddenly grabs Michael Bole by the throat and gets very close to his face.)

Mineral: And now you think you can stand here and insult my brother. Let me make something very clear to you Bole. We are a new Eco-System. We're not here for you to kid around and joke with. No, if you mess with the Eco-System, bad things begin to happen. Maybe they'll happen to you, or maybe your family. Or maybe even to foolish announcers who mess with a family. (Mineral smiles.) Don't worry, that's not a threat, just a warning. Now please tell us, Mr. Bole, what slot the tag title match is in tonight?

Bole: (squeaking it out) Third from the top.

Inferno: Let go of him. (Mineral lets go of Bole's throat.) Do you know who Bob's partner is?

Bole: No idea. Sledge is out so it could be anyone.

Inferno: (looks at Bole.) He's lying, Brock.

Mineral: (getting in Bole's face.) Are you lying to us? Because if you are, we'll know. And you could very soon be coming home to a crying daughter who yells at you "Daddy, daddy! Two big men came in here and attacked Mommy! And now she's on the floor all bloody and she's not moving! Help Daddy! Help!"

Bole: NO! Please! I'm telling you, I don't know!

Inferno: (laughs) He's fine. Let him go. (Mineral allows Bole to run off.) We just might have to make our presence felt in that title match.

Mineral: Agreed. Nothing quite like being back in the hunt.

Inferno: Nothing indeed.

(Inferno and Mineral walk off.)

>>>

( The bruisertron lights up showing the parking lot. Michael Bole is standing ou there with his mic.)
Bole: I have received word that Witherspoon who has been absent all week is going to be arriving at the arena soon!

(The sound of screeching tires fill the parking lot as four headliughts drive towards Bole and the camera guy, The car turns into a spot, revealing a black Shelby GT500 Ford Mustang with green racing stripes. The car turns off and the door opens ans Bole hurries over there. He gets there just as Witherspoon steps out wearing a pair of boots, blue jeans, and a plain black T-shirt)

Witherspoon: Hey Bole, come to do an Interveiw?

Bole: Just a quick one.

Witherspoon: Alright, it's cool.

(a shocked look corsses Bole's face, but he shrugs and begins the interveiw.)

Bole: Alright, so far your matches haven't been turning out so good, any comments?

Witherspoon: Well, My mind hasn't been focused on my matches. It's been elsewhere, but I fixed that problem. I went back home and thought things through. I realized that I wa going about theings the wrong way, you know, the whole running around being an untamed psycopath. I need more control. I gotta harness my rage when Im facing Shane Perish.

Bole: Wow, alright. Well Since the PPV scheduled for this week has been cancelled, you'll be facing Shane Perish at The PPV at the end of July. However, tonight you are facing Your long time rival, Tobey Milikan. Any thoughts?

Witherspoon: Well, this is going to be a serious challenge to keep my anger in line. Me and Tobey have had differences since my coming here. There is no way we can settle our differences except by senslessly beating the other in a massivly bloody match.

*crowd pop*

Witherspoon: Now I was hoping that would be settled here, in a cage in the Dean Smith Arena in Chapel Hill North Carolina!

*another crowd pop*

Witherspoon: Unfortunatly, management decided that it would be a regular match, which is acvtually alright with me. WHile I was gone, I realized that our mutual hatred runs to deep for a simple cage match to end our feud. I don't know what will, but I do know that now is not the time. It is coming though.

Bole: Well alright, thanks for speaking to me.

Witherspoon: No problem. I gotta go though cause I'm gonna be late!

(Witherspoon huries off as Bole turns back to the camera.)

Bole: There you are. Witherspoon and Tobey's match is coming up later tonight. Back to you JR and King.

(Fade)

>>>

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown, Flame, and Brother Dozer make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown is dressed in a black suit with a burgandy red dress shirt and black tie. Lowedown looks around and smiles to the camera. All three of them make their way down to the ring as the crowd is heard chanting his name. As Lowedown begins to make his way up the steel steps, he stops and looks around and then motions to the back. From out of the back, a few of the BMWF ring crew run out carrying a large red carpet. Lowedown motions for them to enter the ring and place the red carpet in the ring...)

JR:What is this all about?

King:Lowedown likes the color red apparently.

JR:Lowedown doesn't like the current conditions of the ring mat so he's asking the ring crew to place the red carpet on the mat.

King:Well, I guess he can enter the ring now.

(Lowedown watches the BMWF crew leave the ringside area and finally enters the ring. Lowedown asks for a microphone and stands in the center of the ring. Flame and Brother Dozer stand on opposite corners...)

Lowedown:Since the ring has officially been blessed, we can now begin the sermon.

King:Sermon? What sermon?

JR:He's in the Church of Legends remember?

King;UGH!

Lowedown:As you may have heard, we have a young lad here somewhere in the building who feels that he has been wronged. There is a snot nosed, no talent, low carder, sinner who feels that he has been given an unjust punishment last week. Now, I think you may know him as the "Hollywood Idol" who thinks he has my number. Tobey Miliken thinks for a single solitary moment that he has the number of one of the greatest wrestlers in this business. Is that some garbage or what?

JR:Tobey is trying to get under the skin of the former World champion.

King:I just don't think Tobey is ready for Lowedown to be honest.

Lowedown:Now Tobey, I want you to think about this entire situation here. You aren't dealing with some run of the mill jobber son. You are dealing with one of the biggest names in the business right here in this very ring! I am the Academy Award winner of this federation! I got titles son! I've got accolades! What do you have? You've got nothing on me and you know it! I've got more ring skills than you can possibly imagine here. I am the first ever undisputed World Heavyweight champion Tobey! Who are you?

(Lowedown pauses for a momemt)

Lowedown You are nothing! Nothing to me and nothing to all thses people here in this arena! And yet you think you have my number. What a BLEEPING joke! Tobey, you talk about getting your revenge on me here tonight? Well, if you want some? Come get some of this right now! Save yourself the @$$whoopin' that Witherspoon has ready for you and bring it to me right here and right now!

JR:Lowedown is calling out Tobey?

King:Maybe we can get rid of Tobey early! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown walks over to the ropes and leans on them as he waits for Tobey to make an entrance. After a minute passes by, Lowedown finally shakes his head and continues...)

Lowedown:I guess the Hollywood Idol is not much of a party crasher. Well, I guess we can just call this a night.

(Lowedown slowly begins to make his way towards the ropes, but suddenly stops and walks back to the center of the ring...)

Lowedown:Wait a moment peeps! We have to talk about tonight's main event! The opportunity to become the World champion one more time. Now, I know that the moment I step into the ring to face Tyrone, Z, and Scotty...I could easily walk out of here with the World title. But then I would have to deal with all the whining and BLEEPING and moaning from every other BMWF superstar who felt they deserved the chance to be the champion. Bruiser would be getting complaint after complaint after complaint about how the over-rated 5 time World champion has just become the 6 time World champion! Well, if I walk out of here tonight with the World title, you can bet your sorry @$$e$ that I will have Bruiser forward me all those e-mails and print each and every one of those e-mails and then bring my own personal virus to each an every one of them! The only thing is that my virus will wipe out the hatred within your souls boys! So do yourself a favor and just get used to the Church for we will be running things around here! Ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:I tell you what I'm going to do for everyone here tonight. I feel like doing something that might just upset someone a tiny bit. Witherspoon, you have to forgive me for what I'm about to do here. I feel like handling my business sooner rather than later. I'll be right back!

(Lowedown and Dozer slide out of the ring and make their way up the rampway. Both brothers make their way to the back as the camera follows behind them. Flame slides out of the ring and walks over to where J.R and the King are seated and then pulls a chair up next to the King...)

King:Nice to see them again...I mean you again.

Flame:Oh how nice of you. I think you should watch the Bruisertron King.

JR:Where are they going?

Flame:Oh they just want to say hello to a special someone.

King:Is this special someone from Hollywood?

Flame:Oh I can't say for sure> But I can say...yep!

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown catching Tobey from behind with a steel chair. Tobey falls right into the waiting arms of Dozer who scoops him up and drives him down to the floor with a powerslam. Lowedown picks up Tobey and throws him into the concrete wall as Dozer watches for any signs of trouble. Lowedown looks over at his brother and extends his hand out. Dozer tosses his brother a noose as Lowedown wraps it around the neck of Tobey and begins to drag him through the hallway...)

JR:Are they heading out here?

Flame:Well, the fans need to see the Hollywood Idol don't they? My hubby just wants to give the people what they want.

(The curtains open up to show Lowedown dragging out Tobey by the throat with the noose. Dozer follows behind them both with a steel chair. Lowedown stops mid way down the ramp and watches Dozer drop the stee chair on the ramp. Lowedown grabs the arms of Tobey as Dozer grabs Tobey's legs and both hoist him high in the air. The Brother's drop Tobey right on top of the steel chair. Tobey arches his back as Lowedown grabs the noose again and drags Tobey towards the ring. Lowedown picks up Tobey and throws him into the ring. Lowedown removes his suit jacket and places it on the top rope as he continues to stomp away on Tobey's back. Lowedown looks to the crowd as he finally picks up Tobey and drags him around the ring before throwing him over the top rope while holding onto the noose...)

JR:Lowedown is trying to choke the life out of Tobey right now!

King:Tobey might not even make it to his match up against Witherspoon here tonight!

Flame:Tobey asked for it.

(Lowedown continues to choke out Tobey as Dozer hangs onto the steel chair and taunts Tobey for a moment. Dozer pulls back and drives the head of the chair into the ribs of Tobey. Dozer looks up at his brother as Tobey's face turns a deep purple. Lowedown finally lets go of the rope and lets him drop to the floor. Dozer stands over Tobey as Lowedown shouts to his brother to throw him back into the ring. Lowedown picks up Tobey and hoists him high in the air with a military press. Lowedown watches Dozer toss the steel chair as Lowedown finally drives Tobey down with the Downlowe right on top of the chair. Lowedown finally backs away from the body of Tobey and picks up his suit jacket...)

JR:Lowedown is leaving the ring and Tobey is a beaten man!

King:What else is he going to do to him?

Flame:Well, let's just say that you should move your crown...

(Lowedown slides out of the ring and puts his jacket back on as Flame hands her husband an umbrella. Lowedown opens an umbrella and looks up to the ceiling. Suddenly, a huge vat of red liquid falls from the ceiling and drenches Tobey in the middle of the ring. Lowedown is barely able to keep himself dry as the bloodflow covers the entire ring. Lowedown closes the umbrella and motions for Flame to join him as they both make their way up the ramp. Dozer follows behind them as Lowedown waves to the crowd and exits through the entrance...)

King:Why does Lowedown always leave the ring so filthy?

JR:I think he exepcts Tobey to clean it up.

King:Maybe when he comes to! HAHAHA!

JR:Folks, we'll clean up the ring and be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

PA: LOOKIN BACK AT ME!

(Blue pyros shoot from the stage and explode in the air as Crossfade's "Cold" blares from the speakers. Witherspoon walks out from backstage wearing his pair of black pants and boots, with a grey sleavless shirt. He looks around and points at the crowd as there are scattered cheers. He glances towards the ring and walks to down the ramp)

JR: Witherspoon walking with a purpose tonight.

King: It's Tobey Vs. Witherspoon, round 2!

(Witherspoon slides into the ring and goes to the four turnbuckles, pounding his chest with his right fist and then rraising it in the air as he jumps onto the second rope Cheers are scattered through out the crowd as well as some boo's. He jump to the ring and tears his shirt off, throwing it into the air. As he rips the shirt, blue pyro's shoot from the four turnbucles. He paces around the ring like a caged animal.)

JR: Tonight we have the singles rematch between Tobey Miliken and Witherspoon. They faced once before in a Hardcore match where Tobey won with Headhunters interfearence. They've met before in Tag team encounters, but Witherspoon and Axe won every single one of those.

King: Tag matches dont count JR!

JR: Just giving a background.

King: The only background you need to give is that these two people hate eachother!

(Witherspoon crouches in the corner, ready to begin and waiting for the bell.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Misty...
Hailing from Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

(Pomp and Circumstance plays and out walks a very battered Tobey Miliken wearing a blue robe with his name wrote in sequence on the back saying "Tobey Miliken" above the words "Your Hollywood Idol" Tobey enters the ring and he is wearing blue tights with the words "Hollywood" written all over them in white and silver. Tobey takes off his robe to reveal that he is wearing a University of Kentucky Basketball t-shirt. The crowd is booing as Tobey takes the mic.)

Tobey: You all like my shirt.
(The crowd boos)

Tobey: Yeah, you see this team, THE UNIVERSITY OF KENTUCKY WILDCATS, has more basketball wins than any team in the nation. And of course you know the number two team is North Carolina.
(The crowd cheers as Tobey says North Carolina)

Tobey: Of course the reason that North Carolina is number two is because that's what they play like. NUMBER TWO!
(The crowd boos even louder than before.)

Tobey: Tonight here in red neck state of North Carolina, YOUR HOLLYWOOD IDOL, takes on the incompetent, the ridiculous, the lame, Witherspoon. Now I will say that Witherspoon is no real competition for a man like myself. You see I am twice the man as my manager Misty Rivers will tell you.

Misty: Oh yeah, definitely a lot of man.

Tobey: I am twice the fighter.

Misty: He can go ALL NIGHT LONG!

Tobey: And I am twice as good looking as Witherspoon.

(Tobey tosses his hair back over his shoulder and smiles.)

Tobey: Now,now now. I know you North Carolina red necks are waiting to see me take off my shirt so you can take pictures of my awesome body. Well let me take off my shirt gently first. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my famous Kentucky Basketball t-shirt.

(The crowd boos and then Tobey takes off his shirt and then Misty runs over and rubs oil on Tobey's chest and arms.)

Tobey: Here you go ladies. Sit back and look at what a real man looks like. Notice I don't chew tobacco like your red neck boyfriends do here on Tobacco road in North Carolina. I don't guzzle down moon shine and I don't wear trucker hats and give my wonderful hair an element of oil like your skuzzy boyfriends do either.

(The men in the crowd start chanting YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!)

Tobey: You think I suck? Sorry fellas I'm not into that stuff. Now Mr.Witherspoon if you can make your way down to the ring for the butt kicking you are about to receive then come on down and get what's coming to you, BOY!

*DING DING*

JR: Witherspoon and Tobey lock up in the middle of the ring.

Witherspoon pushes Tobey into the turnbuckle

WItherspoon chops across Tobey's chest

Witherspoon whips Tobey to the opposite corner

Witherspoon thrusts his shoulder into Tobey's stomach

Witherspoon starts to throw Tobey into the ropes, but TObey reverses it

Tobey hits a swinging Neck breaker

Both men jump up to their feet and are circling each other!

They lock up again

Witherspoon Pushes Tobey away and he slams into the turnbuckle

Witherspoon flexes his muscles and cracks his neck, screaming at Tobey

The crowd is slightly behind Witherspoon

King: Witherspoon just through Tobey across the ring! YEAH!

JR: Tobey has to realize that he cant out power Witherspoon, he has to try and outwrestle him!

King: That's gotta be hard JR! Witherspoon is huge, and his wrestling skills arent bad either!

JR: Witherspoon runs at Tobey, but Tobey rolls out of the way and Witherspoon hits the turnbuckle

Tobey hits a stinger Splash

Tobey tries for a flying headbutt, but Witherspoon rolls out of the way

Witherspoon lays a few boots to the small of Tobeys back

Witherspoon lifts him up and throws him into the ropes

Witherspoon hts a clothesline

Witherspoon locks in an arm bar

Tobey battles out

Tobey and Witherspoon are exchanging fists in the ring

Tobey Whips Witherspoon into thje turnbuckle

Tobey goes for a stinger splash but Witherspoon moves out of the way

Witherspoon hits a suplex from the scond rope

Witherspoon goes for a pin

1...2... Kickout!

King: That was close!

JR: Witherspoon going for the first cover of the match

(Witherspoon leaps to his feet and jumps onto the turnbuckle, screaming at the crowd, that creams back, some booing, some cheering)

King: What is he doing, ignore the crowd and get on with the beating!

JR: Witherspoon hops down just as Tobey makes it to his feet

They both exchange rights in the ring

Witherspoon hits a massive haymaker to Tobey's gut, doubling him over

Witherspoon hits a suplex

Witherspoon locks in a Boston Crab

Tobey screams in pain and stretches his arm towards the rope

The ref checks on TObey

Tobey tries to get out

The crowd is cheering slightly louder

Tobey fights over towards the ropes

Witherspoon drops the hold

Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams Whoo-a
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Witherspoon punches Tobey Miliken.
Witherspoon punches Tobey Miliken.
There is no crowd reaction.
Witherspoon takes Tobey Miliken down with an ax kick.
Witherspoon smacks Tobey Miliken with a devastating clothesline .
Witherspoon is going for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Witherspoon goes for a clothesline, but Tobey Miliken ducks out of the way.
Tobey Miliken goes for a punch to the side of the head, but Witherspoon
blocks it.

Tobey runs and clotheslines Witherspoon
Tobey waits as Witherspoon rises to his feet and then he runs and drop kicks him in the knees.

King: Tobey is fighting dirty tonight J.R. I LOVE IT!

Tobey waits as Witherspoon gingerly gets up again. Tobey then grapples Witherspoon into a swinging neck breaker. Witherspoon is on the mat and grabbing his neck with both hands.

J.R.: This might be a whole new Tobey Miliken we are seeing here tonight.

King: He has a look of confidence on him.

Tobey slaps Witherspoon on top of his head and laughs.
Tobey picks up Witherspoon and body slams on the mat.
Tobey runs into the ropes and does a knee drop on Witherspoons head.
Witherspoon is rolling on the mat, screaming in pain.

Tobey Miliken hits a drop toehold on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Witherspoon misses with an elbow.
Witherspoon hits Tobey Miliken with a clothesline.
Witherspoon gets a bearhug on Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken manages to grab the ropes after being trapped for 10 seconds.
Witherspoon throws Tobey Miliken out of the ring.
Witherspoon goes outside.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
Witherspoon uses haymaker on Tobey Miliken.
Earl Hepner counts: 2.
Witherspoon almost takes Tobey Miliken's head off with a clothesline
Earl Hepner counts: 3.
Earl Hepner counts: 4.
Witherspoon nails Tobey Miliken with a German suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: 5.
Witherspoon reenters the ring.
Tobey Miliken follows him back in.

JR: Witherspoon has Tobey locked in a headlock!

Tobey is fading

Witherspoon wrenches On Tobey's neck and yells for him to tap out

The ref checks on Tobey

Misty slaps against the ring apron

Tobey raises an arm in the air and waves it slightly

Witherspoon yanks on his head harder

Tobey's arm drops

Tobey is fading

The ref checks on Tobey

The ref lifts his arm and it drops

The ref lifts his arm a second time and it drops

The ref lifts his arm and it stays up

Witherspoon wrenches on Tobey's neck

Tobey slams his fist into Witherspoons head

Witherspoon tightens the hold

Tobey slams his fist into WItherspoon's head again and Witherspoon drops the hold

Witherspoon tried to lock in a boston crab but Tobey lunges foreward and grabs the bottom rope

King: Excellent straegy by Tobey here

JR: Thats true, Tobey is no amateur in the ring

King: Look at Witherspoon, he's got such a determined look on his face

JR: Witherspoon moves back and crouches down as Tobey uses the ropes to lift himself up

Tobey shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs

Tobey moves back towards the center of the rin

Witherspoon hits a massive Clothesline into Tobey, flooring him to the ground

King: YEAH!

JR: Witherspoon just floored Tobey with that Clothesline!

King: Tobey's head just bounced off the mat, that was brutal JR!

JR: Witherspoon goes for a cover

1..2... kick out!

Witherspoon for the cover again, lifting Tobeys leg up

1...2... kick out

Witherspoon Drives his fist into Tobey's head a few times and tries for the cover again

one...two...thre.. Kick out!

King: That was like 2 and 7/8 JR!

JR: Witherspoon goes for a hangman, but Tobey Miliken counters it with
a backward kick.
Tobey Miliken hits a swinging neckbreaker on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken hits Witherspoon with a missile dropkick.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken takes Witherspoon down with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken nails Witherspoon with a neck snap.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Witherspoon hits Tobey Miliken with an elbow.
Witherspoon goes for an ax kick, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits Witherspoon with a clothesline.
Tobey Miliken hits a swinging neckbreaker on Witherspoon.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Tobey Miliken.

JR: Witherspoon bouncing off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Tobey kicks him in the gut

Tobey hits a double armed DDT

Tobey throws Withewrspoon into the ropes and hits a swinging neck breaker

Tobey throws Witherspoon into the turnbuckle

Tobey hits a stinger splash

Tobey climbs onto the turnbuckle

Tobey hits a Missle dropkick as Witherspoon gets back to his feet

Tobey hits a rolling thunder on Witherspoon

Tobey goes for the cover

1...2... kick out

Tobey is getting under the crowds skin

Witherspoon and Tobey are exchanging blows in the middle of the ring

Tobey hits a neck breaker

Tobey goes for a flying cross body press, Witherspoon catches him and throws him, stumbling backwards from it and knocking the reff down.

Witherspoon throws Tobey from the ring

Witherspoon jumps up onto the turnbuckle and yells at the crowd, the cheers drowning the boos

King: Ahh! The ref is knocked cold!

JR: How, Witherspoon just bumped into him

King: Don't ask silly questions JR, this is just how things go!

JR: Tobey has slid back into the ring with a steel chair!

Witherspoon drops down and is met with a steel chair to the face

Witherspoon has been busted open!

He's bleeding like a stuck pig!

Witherspoon is somehow still on his feet!

Witherspoon cracks his neck and flexes his muscles infront of Tobey

Witherspoon: Do it again Tobey it feels good!!

King: YEAH! What a psycho!

JR: Tobey can't beleive it!

Tobey goest to hit Witherspoon again, but Witherspoon grabs the chair and takes it from him. Slaming him with the chair!

Witherspoon raises the chair up and brings the hard side on Tobey's head, before throwing it from the ring

Witherspoon hits a Suplex

Tobey has been busted open!

Witherspoon goes for the cover, moving lifting Tobey' leg and moving his knee under it

The ref is still out!

Witherspoon goes to shake the ref

Misty jumps up on the apron and starts yelling at Witherspoon

Witherspoon points at her and yells back at her

Tobey runs up hits a small package

The ref is still out

Witherspoon kicks out and rolls to his feet

Witherspoon and Tobey go Nose to nose, yelling at each other

Tobey throw Witherspoon to the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it

Witherspoon clotheslines Tobey from the ring

Witherspoon slides from the ring and stomps on Tobey

Witherspoon throws Tobey into the steel steps

King: That looks like it hurt!

JR: Tobey is clutching his lower back!

King: Look, the ref is awake!

JR: The ref has started the count

Witherspoon and Tobey are exchanging fists in the ring

1

Witherspoon Suplexes Tobey

2

Witherspoon throws Tobey into the steel post

3

Witherspoon lifts tobery up and rolls him into the ring

Witherspoon climbs up onto the apron and on top of the turnbuckle

Witherspoon jumps down and lands hard on Tobey's lowe back

Witherspoon goes for a cover

The ref counts 1...2.. kick out!

J.R: Tobey started off strong but it appears that Witherspoon is now in control.

Tobey crawls over to the ropes and motions Misty to come to him.
Misty walks over and as Witherspoon starts to pick Tobey up Misty sprays something in his eyes.

King: What did she just spray in Witherspoon's eyes.

J.R.: I don't know King but it must be powerful stuff. Witherspoon is walking around in a daze.

(As Tobey and Witherspoon are fighting in the ring, "Freuer Frei" blasts over the P.A. and Howitzer emerges from behind the curtain, carrying his military-issue duffel bag. He walks calmly but intently to ringside and watches the action.)

King: What the hell is Howitzer doing out here? Do he and Tobey Miliken think they can just interfere in matches whenever they damn well please?

J.R.: Well they clearly have some sort of an alliance King...but if Howitzer interferes in this match, The Hollywood Idol loses! He might just be out here to play mind games with Witherspoon.

(Tobey clotheslines Witherspoon over the top rope, and ‘Spoon collapses to the mat outside. He slowly starts to stagger to his feet. Just as the ref counts "SIX," Misty Rivers jumps up onto the ring apron and begins to talk to the official in a coquettish manner. She twirls her hair and leans over the top rope suggestively. The ref completely loses track of the count and focuses his attention on Misty.)

King: Wait a minute, the ref’s distracted...what the heck is Howitzer doing???

(As Witherspoon gets unsteadily to his feet, Howitzer unzips his duffel bag and pulls out a lead pipe. Before Witherspoon can get a hand up to defend himself, Howitzer slams the pipe into ‘Spoon’s head. Witherspoon hits the deck. Howitzer picks him back up and rolls him into the ring. Howitzer puts the lead pipe back into the duffel bag and Misty jumps off the ring apron.)

J.R.: Howitzer just clocked Witherspoon with that lead pipe! Witherspoon is not moving! This alliance between Tobey Miliken and Howitzer is really paying dividends tonight on Bedlam! What do these two have in store for the BMWF???

Tobey runs over and slaps "The Directors Choice" on Witherspoon.

JR:Look at this! Flame is making her way down to the ring!

King:Thank the Church for the holy PUPPIES! WOO-HOO!

(Flame leaps up onto the ring apron and begins to taunt Tobey. As the referee tries to get Flame off the ring apron, Lowedown comes out from underneath the ring and climbs into the ring behind Tobey. Lowedown suddenly spins Tobey and nails him with a kick right to the groin. Lowedown then lifts the chin up of Tobey and sprays the crimson mist into the face of Tobey and then nails him with a kick to the side of the head and slides out of the ring...)

JR: Witherspoon has locked in a Boston Crab!

Tobey is scremaing in pain!

Tobey is trying to rech the rope!

The ref check on Tobey

the ref asks if Tobey wants to quit

Tobey shakes his head

Tobey tries to crawl to the ropes

Witherspoon leans back

Tobey is inches from the ropes

Witherspoon drags Tobey to the middle of the reing

Tobey screams in frustration and pain

Tobey crawls to the ropes, his arms quivering in pain

Witherspoon leans back even farther

Tobey reaches out and grabs onto the ropes

Witherspoon drops the hold and rolls back

Tobey slowly makes it to his feet

Witherspoon wraps his arms around him and German Suplexes him

King: Witherspoon isnt giving Tobey a break here!

JR: Witherspoon throws Tobey into the ropes

Witherspoon goes for a clothesline

Tobey grabs Witherspoons arm!

Tobey is trying to lock in The Directors Choice!

The crowd is on their feet, cheering and booing

Witherspoon is fighting

Tobey is trying to force Witherspoon to the ground

Witherspoon locks his hands together

Tobey drops the hold and hits a neck breaker

Tobey lifts Witherspoon back to his feet

Tobey and Witherspoon are echanging fists in the ring

Tobey hits a rabbit punch to WItherspoon

Tobey punches the side of Witherspoons head

Tobey grabs onto Witherspoons arm

King: Tobey is going for The Direcotrs choice again!

JR: Witherspoon grabs Tobeys arm and locks in an Arm bar!

Tobey is bent over at the waist!

Witherspoon slides a foot betweens Tobey's legs

Witherspoon wraps his other leg over Tobey's head!

BINNED! Witherspoon has converted that arm bar into Binned!

Witherspoon is pulling on Tobeys back!

Tobey is screaming in pain!

The ref is asking Tobey if he wants to quit!

King: Fight it Tobey!

JR: Both of these men are a bloody mess!

Tobey is screaming in pain!

Witherspoon is telling him to tap

The ref is checking on Tobey

Witherspoon drops down to the ground in that modified Binned!

King: When he drops that's a jarring pull on The lower back and it allows him to have more levarage

JR: WItherspoon is pulling on that hold!

Tobey is screaming

The ref asks Tobey if he wants to quit

Tobey shakes his head

Tobey fights to break free

Witherspoon tightens the hold

Tobey tries to reach the rope

Witherspoon pulls on Tobey

Tobey reaches his hand out

Misty tries to encourage Tobey

Witherspoon tightens the hold

Tobey Miliken is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tobey Miliken summons one last burst of energy.
Tobey Miliken submits after 14 seconds.
You could hear a pin drop.

*DING DING*

PA: LOOKIN BACK AT ME!

(Cold by Crossfade blares from the speakers as Witherspoon jumps to his feet, blood still pouring slowly from the cut above his eyes. He climbs each turn buckle and slams his fist against hi chest and raises it in the air as the crowd cheers. He drops down and looks at Tobeys bleeding form, rolling on the mat and clutching his lower back. He Slides from the ring and goes back stage, stopping to stand at the top of the ramp and crack his neck, then points at the crowd before moving back stage. Misty slides into the ring to check on Tobey)

King: What did Witherspoon do to Tobey's back?

Jr: I don't know, but we'll be right back!

(Myers storms about backstage. He unleashes his anger tipping over tables
and verbally insulting BMWF staff.)

Myers: GGRRRAAAAHHH! The Judge! You make me face off against The Judge! The
man I made a laughingstock back in tuff enuff! I remember, vividly, pounding
his face again and again, inflicting the will of trinity upon his deflated
carcass. He witnessed first-hand the strength of these hands and the evil
they can carve at will.

(Myers examines his hands. Staring closely as he flexes his fingers,
adrenaline clearly pumping through his veins.)

Myers: It was Myers V Judge V ole' Havoc and I was the man who walked out
winner, and I again shall be crowned victor, tonight. Judge, no legal
manoeuvring can adjust tonight's results. Winner-Myers. Loser-You. When
court is in session darkness will prevail.

(Myers walks into the backstage private bathroom. The camera crew follows.
Myers rests his arms on the basin; impatiently he sips from the basin tap.)

Myers: This federation is beginning to once again understand and tremble,
rightfully so, at my feet. Realising that when I speak, I speak the truth,
the truth which rarely opens its mouth, though when it does, it speaks with
such authority that those you original opposed alter their opposition to
preserve their faltering existence.

(The bathroom door swings open and in rushes Michael Bole.)

Bole: Clear way. I just had some bad Chinese food.

(Bole shuts himself in the cubical. The gage switch clearly, and quickly, to
OCCUPIED)

Bole: I knew that lamb looked a little doggish.

(Bole moans.)

(Myers stands perplexed, unsure of what's going on.)

Myers: Bole. I'm trying to cut a rant, and you interrupt.

Bole: Sorry Myers, but I'm trying to cut something myself if you don't mind.

Myers: Don't mind? Well I do mind! I mind very much.

(Myers starts pushing against the side of the cubical.)

Bole: Cut it out. If you only knew how I felt in here.

Myers: This is supposed to be about my inner turmoil, not your digestive
concerns.

(Myers softly kicks the base of the door.)

Myers: Don't you dare leave a floater in there and tell Bruiser it was me.

(Myers steps back, obviously repelled by an odd smell.)

Myers: (holding his nose) Even Hell never smelt that bad.

(Tobey is walking back to his room and puts his hand out to turn the knob
when suddenly the door fly's open and smacks Tobey in the face and sends him
falling backwards to the ground. Mafioso comes walking out of the room and
towards Tobey)

Mafioso: What's up ##### You didn't think you were gonna talk all that ####
and get away with it did you?

(Tobey looks up at but says nothing and instead wipes away some blood
starting to come out of his nose. Tobey starts to get up but Mafioso super
kicks him directly in the mouth and Tobey ends up on the ground again)

Mafioso: Look at Mr.Hollywood Idol now! Hollywood Idol? That is so pathetic!
As a matter of fact Miliken, you are absolutely...positively....NOTHING!

(Tobey starts to get up again as Mafioso walks away but Mafioso quickly
turns and kicks Tobey right in the mouth)

Mafioso: This was just a warning but I promise you Miliken....continue with
your racist comments and I will do everything I can for as long as it takes
to end your sorry career!

(Tobey is on the ground squirming in pain at Mafioso's feet. Mafioso spits
in Tobey's face before finally walking away)

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. Howitzer slaps hands with the fans near the barrier as he makes his way to the ring.)

J.R.: Well this is it folks, the rematch from last week’s barn burner...Howitzer and Kolic are set to go at it one more time!

King: The animosity between these two competitors has really exploded in the course of just two weeks, J.R. What started as just a standard booking has turned into some genuine bad blood between these two!

J.R.: You can say that again King, what with Kolic making insulting remarks about the Marines, and Howitzer saying what he said about Kolic’s girlfriend and mother, this thing has gotten really personal. I think it’s fair to say that Howitzer and Kolic hate each other!

King: Yeah, well that’s not good for Howitzer, J.R. I predict that this young punk, this "upstart," as Kolic correctly called him, is gonna get his just desserts. Don’t forget that it was Kolic who got the 1 2 3 last week!

J.R.: And he was also the one on the business end of a serious post-match whipping! A "star-spangled" whipping, as Howitzer said!

(Howitzer climbs into the ring and climbs the opposite turnbuckle, pounding his chest. The crowd cheers loudly.)

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

J.R.: Crowd solidly behind Howitzer here, King. Let’s see if the rookie can capitalize.

(Howitzer leans against the turnbuckle and awaits the entrance of Kolic.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

(Match Entrance)

(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*

R: There's the bell!
Kolic hits Howitzer with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Kolic hits Howitzer with a spin kick.
Kolic kicks Howitzer.
A fan at ringside badmouths Kolic.
Kolic hits Howitzer.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Kolic uses spinning headscissors on Howitzer.
Kolic uses a punch on Howitzer.
Kolic hits Howitzer with a punch.
Kolic punches Howitzer.
Kolic punches Howitzer.
Kolic further incites the crowd.
Howitzer chops Kolic.
Howitzer kicks Kolic.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer hits Kolic with a fallaway slam.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer goes for a face rake, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic chops Howitzer.
Kolic kicks Howitzer.
Howitzer chops Kolic.
Howitzer punches Kolic.
The crowd is really behind Howitzer.
Howitzer kicks Kolic.
Howitzer uses a piledriver on Kolic.
Howitzer hits Kolic with a full nelson slam.
Howitzer takes Kolic down with a headbutt.
Howitzer executes an atomic drop on Kolic.
Howitzer gets a Boston crab on Kolic.
Kolic breaks the hold after 9 seconds.

JR: Howitzer looks to have the match in hand! He's beaten Kolic badly, and
it looks like he's going to hit the BFG!

King: About time!

JR: Howitzer is on the second rope...but he misses! Kolic rolled out of the
way just in time! Both men are out! The ref counts...Kolic makes it to his
feet at seven. He climbs to the outside, waiting on Howitzer to stand up.
Howitzer climbs to his feet...Kolic jumps on the top rope, facing the other
way...WHOA! Kolic just spun around and kicked Howitzer in the head! Kolic
hits a kip up and is signaling for the Binary Blast!

King: Yawn...did I miss anything?

JR: Yeah, a spectacular spin kick from Kolic!

King: Guess not!

JR: Sigh...Howitzer is on his feet dazed, Kolic grabs him and Irish Whips
him into the ropes...BINARY BLAST! Kolic goes for the pin!

Kolic almost takes Howitzer's head off with a clothesline
Kolic whips Howitzer into the ropes.
Kolic misses with a shoulderblock.
Howitzer hits Kolic with a shoulderblock.

J.R.: Howitzer’s locked his arms around a dazed Kolic...German suplex! And it certainly had the intended effect, as Kolic is laying flat on his back in the middle of the ring!
(Howitzer stands over the prone Kolic and gives him a crisp salute.)
King: Ha ha! He saluted him! Howitzer is NOT letting Kolic’s remarks about the armed forces slide!
J.R.: Well I don’t blame ‘im, for one. Now Howitzer bounces off the ropes...body splash!
(Howitzer drags Kolic to his feet by the hair and delivers a resounding head butt. Kolic is dazed and rocking back and forth on his feet. Howitzer grabs him, picks him up, and drops a flawless front piledriver.)
King: Piledriver! Howitzer is firing all the big guns tonight, J.R.
J.R.: And the crowd is loving it!
CROWD: U.S.A.!! U.S.A.!! U.S.A.!! U.S.A.!!
(Howitzer slides under the ropes to the ringside area and grabs a metal chair. He throws it into the ring and slides back inside, then picks up the chair and holds it high above his head.)
King: Howitzer’s going to attack Kolic with a steel chair! Oh my god! That’ll get him disqualified!
J.R.: It’s just like Howitzer said, King...he doesn’t care if he wins or loses, he just wants to cause Kolic serious physical pain! And it looks like that’s just what he’s about to do!
(The ref runs over to Howitzer and begins arguing with him, warning him not to use the chair. Howitzer refuses to put it down. While the ref’s back is turned, "The Hollywood Idol" Tobey Miliken comes running down the ramp.)

Tobey Miliken slides under the ropes and walks over to Kolic and looks up and smiles.

J.R.: Look at that sadistic smile. What is he going to do?

King: Why is he out here is a better question?

Tobey picks up Kolic and slaps "The Directors Choice" on him

J.R.: Tobey has put Kolic in "The Directors Choice".

King: But the ref doesn't see it, he is arguing with Howitzer over the chair.

Tobey is smiling as Kolic is writhing in pain. Kolic is tapping but suddenly appears to be blacking out due to the pain.

J.R.: Tobey is causing Kolic to black out.

Kolic quits tapping and appears to be out. Tobey stands up and smiles and then slides back under the ropes.

The ref turns around as Howitzer enters the ring and smiles himself.

J.R.: Kolic is out of commission after Tobey Miliken just slapped The Director’s Choice on him! Kolic is down!
King: This is totally unfair J.R.! An intellectual giant like Kolic being ambushed like this by these two meatheads! How could that stupid referee not have seen that?
J.R.: Well it’s a moot point now, King, because with Tobey smiling like a cat with a bird in its mouth on the outside of the ring, Howitzer’s going for the cover!
(The ref slides to the mat and counts)
J.R.: One...two...FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Howitzer whips Kolic into the turnbuckle.
Howitzer goes for a piledriver, but Kolic counters it with a backdrop.
Kolic covers Howitzer.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Howitzer complains about a fast count.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.

*DING DING*

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

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains, holding his BMWF Light-Heavyweight title over his shoulder. He walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops. The Judge raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the ring and raises his Light-Heavyweight title in the air to get a chorus of cheers from the crowd. The Judge grabs a mic from ringside and addresses the crowd.)

Judge: CHAPEL HILL, NORTH CAROLINA...

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: COURT IS NOW IN SESSION!

(The crowd cheers again.)

Judge: Tonight I am out here for one reason and one reason only...to exact revenge on someone who has wronged me! This man thought that he could get away with attacking me after my Light-Heavyweight title defense two weeks ago on BMWF Bedlam, but this man has mistaken! Tonight there will be revenge, but let's first take a look at what exactly almost broke my neck!

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows an image of none other than Pain! The bottom of the screen reads Bedlam 6/7/04.)

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

JR: Who is he talking about?

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

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

(We cut back to The Judge standing in the middle of the ring, shaking his head.)

Judge: Pain is a sick, sick individual...let's take a look at what happened next.

(The Bruisertron lights up again and shows The Judge celebrating with the Light-Heavyweight title after his win against Tai Hashi when Pain enters the ring behind The Judge.)

(The Judge goes to leave but Pain catches him from behind and spins him around. Pain chokeslams him to the mat.)

JR: HE WAS HERE FOR THE JUDGE!!!! IT WAS THE JUDGE HE WANTED ALL ALONG!!!!

King: He is not through with him yet either!!!!

JR: PAIN JUST THREW THE JUDGE OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH ONE HAND!!!!

King: That is one strong man.

JR: Pain follows out..... TOMBSTONE ON THE FLOOR!!!! HE COULD HAVE BROKEN THAT YOUNGSTER'S NECK!!!!!

King: He said the Judge dodged him for a long time.

(The camera cuts back to The Judge who is now irate in the ring.)

Judge: PAIN...YOU COULD'VE BROKEN MY NECK! You want revenge Pain? You think I dodged you all this time? Well, how about we quit dodging each other and at the pay-per-view at the end of July, I put my Light-Heavy...wait a minute, you are certainly no Light-weight Pain! You know what...I have a better idea! At the Pay-Per-View, it'll be Pain vs. The Judge with the Light-Heavyweight title on the line! And if Pain is able to defeat me, I will forfeit my Light-weight title and Pain will be able to give it to one of his Brotherhood brothers! How does that sound Pain...I'm giving you till next week's Bedlam for an answer, and it better be the right one!

(The Judge Joe Brown theme hits again as The Judge exits the ring. He heads back up the ramp, slapping hands with fans as the crowd cheers.)

JR: The Judge issuing a challenge to Pain for the PPV!

King: Does Judge have a death wish JR?

JR: We'll be right back!