BMWF Bedlam Part III

Date : 7/5/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : BMWF Arena Adrian, MI

JR: I'm receiving word that Cherri Runnels is on location at Tyrone's hotel
room.

King: Man, is it one of the job requirements for the women to sleep with
Tyrone?

JR: She's there for an interview, King.

King: Yeah, that's what we'll see on Bedlam... If this was a PPV, it'd be a
whole other story.

JR: Let's just go to Cherri.

(The scene cuts to outside Tyrone's hotel room. Cherri stands next to
Tyrone; the height difference is clearly visible as Tyrone is at least two
full feet taller than Cherri)

Cherri: Thanks JR. Tyrone, why have you not gone to the arena yet? Are you
protesting your match against Tai Hashi because you don't find him a worth
opponent?

Tyrone: Wow, baby girl. Ya is readin' way too into it. Do ya realize
yesterday was da fourt' of July?

Cherri: yes.

Tyrone: Tamer an' I were settin' (beep) off till six in da d@mn morn'... I'm
lucky we made our flight here. I don't even know how Tamer's awake. Dat kid
was just blowin' (beep) up!!! Nearly wrecked my (beep)in' car! I ain't at da
arena cuz I NEED SLEEP!

Cherri: Well, when are you going to arrive to the arena?

Tyrone: How long did it take ya to come from da arena to dis hotel?

Cherri: Um.. about 20 minutes with traffic.

Tyrone: Well, I'll leave hURR 'bout twen'y-five minutes b'fore my match, dat
means I'll get thURR 'bout five minutes b'fore showtime, right?

Cherri: That sounds about right.

Tyrone: Good. (looks Cherri up and down) Say, mamma. Ya look like ya could
use a lil' bit of rest, too. (winks)

Cherri: Well, we're not really suppose to fraternize with the wrestlers...

Tyrone: Girl! I ain't never "frat'nized" wit' nobody... I offered ya a bed,
an' if we're quick 'bout it, some rest too!

(Cherri's face goes bright red. She quickly turns to the camera)

Cherri: BACK TO YOU JR!

King: SEE WHAT I MEAN!!

>>>

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

Hailing from Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Hardcore Harry

(A darkened green glow falls upon the BMWF arena as Extreme Hardcore
Entertainment flashes across the bruisertron and "Back Up" by 12 Stones
blares over the PA system. Hardcore Harry comes walking out slowly with a
bottle of water in his hand and the BMWF Intercontinental Title around his
waist. Harry trots down the steel entranceway  points to his title and
mumbling words to the fans. Harry then slides into the ring calling for a
mic just before he tosses his open bottle out into the crowd)

Harry: Welcome!

(The crowd boos Harry by his sarcastic remark)

Harry: Tonight you all will have the honor, nay the privilege to see the
current Intercontinental Champion, The Ultraviolent Icon destroy the man
known as White Lightning. We have tangled a few times in the past but if my
memory serves me correctly you have maybe beaten me once.

KING: Harry has a memory!?!

Harry: White Lightning tonight is a very special night for me because I will
be watching a great number one contenders match later for my title. The
winner will meet me at the next pay per view. Now as for you, you're nothing
more than a warm up match leading into the pay per view. This match is a
non-title match so I hope you are ready for an all out slaughter because
nothing is stopping me from tearing you another hole boy!

(The crowd continues to boo Harry. Harry rips his title away from his waist
and holds it up to the crowd)

Harry: When I hold this title you people will respect me do you got that
straight!?! I am the King of Extreme and I am the Intercontinental Champion
so shut your little minimum wage, trailer trash traps and listen to what I
have to say!!!

(The crowd is almost booing Harry out of the building and he can barely be
heard on the mic)

Harry: You know what! BLEEP THIS!!! White Lightning get your city slicken'
@$$ down to this ring, NOW!!!

(Harry throws the mic hard out of the ring causing it to smash to the floor)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

The BMWF All-American Champion...
White Lightning

(Suddenly, the Entire Arena goes pitch black as "Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blast over the PA and Lightning Bolt symbols flash throughout the crowd. White Lightning steps out onto the ramp with a spotlight on him. White Lightning has the All-American Title around his waist and following just behind him is the "The Bodyguard" Big Kev Nash.)

JR: Two Champions will square off tonight, but no titles are on the line

(White Lightning enters the ring and hands his All-American Title to the Referee who holds it into the air for a short moment. White Lightning steps on a nearby turnbuckle to acknowledge the fans as the music ceases.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry and White Lightning get hit with a double clothesline.
Hardcore Harry chops White Lightning.
The cheers for Hardcore Harry are drowning out the boos.
White Lightning hits Hardcore Harry.
White Lightning is starting to get more cheers than boos.
White Lightning punches Hardcore Harry.
White Lightning kicks Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry chops White Lightning.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Hardcore Harry.
White Lightning kicks Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry punches White Lightning.
Hardcore Harry hits a side suplex on White Lightning.
Hardcore Harry goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning hits Hardcore Harry with a Russian legsweep.
White Lightning whips Hardcore Harry into the turnbuckle.
Hardcore Harry comes back and rocks White Lightning with a clothesline.
Hardcore Harry uses a sidewalk slam on White Lightning.
The cheers for Hardcore Harry are drowning out the boos.
Hardcore Harry uses a piledriver on White Lightning.
Hardcore Harry takes White Lightning down with a piledriver.
Hardcore Harry goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but White Lightning
counters it with a punch.
Hardcore Harry re-reverses it.
Hardcore Harry throws White Lightning into the turnbuckle, but White Lightning
reverses it.
White Lightning charges into the corner.
White Lightning hits Hardcore Harry with a snap suplex.
White Lightning seemingly enjoys the boos.
White Lightning executes a double arm DDT on Hardcore Harry.
White Lightning seemingly enjoys the boos.
White Lightning points to the crowd.
White Lightning is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.

JR: White Lightning seems to be getting the upper hand here

White Lightning connects with a DDT on Hardcore Harry
White Lightning awaits Harry to get to his feet
Hardcore Harry makes it to his feet
White Lightning charges at him and takes him down with a clothesline

King: HA! White Lightning almost took off Harry's head!

JR: At this rate, it will be over soon for Hardcore Harry

White Lightning climbs to the top turnbuckle
Harry makes it to his feet
White Lightning jumps off connecting with a Missile Dropkick
White Lightning makes the cover

Ref Counts: 1…2…. KICKOUT!

JR: King, I thought for sure it was over right there!

White Lightning lifts Harry up
White Lightning attempts a suplex
Hardcore Harry reverses it into a suplex of his own
Hardcore Harry delivers a kick to the ribs of White Lightning
Hardcore Harry climbs to the top turnbuckle

JR: What is he going to do!

White Lightning quickly makes it to his feet
White Lightning runs into the ropes
Causing Harry to fall on the turnbuckle

King: Ouch! He landed right on the crown jewels!

JR: White Lightning needs to take advantage of this!

White Lightning climbs onto the top turnbuckle with Hardcore Harry
White Lightning grabs Harry's head
White Lightning jumps off connecting with the Flash

JR: DEAR GOD! The Flash from the Top Turnbuckle!

White Lightning makes the cover.

Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
White Lightning is starting to get more cheers than boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is White Lightning!

JR: White Lightning has defeated Hardcore Harry tonight! We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens backstage. Tamer is sitting on a stool next to the board
with the matches on it. Tamer looks over the card.)

Tamer: Every week the bookers set the card. We go out there and give every
match everything we have, For one thing, to have our names in the winners'
column. For the chance to maybe get considered for a title shot.

(Tamer points at his match.)

Tamer: Tonight means more. Tonight isn't just another match. It's about one
thing only. Getting my revenge, getting my rematch. It was just a little
over a month ago when Harry and I squared off. That was when Harry cheated
to take my title. I've been gearing for a rematch. Now I have a chance.
Harry is trying to shrink a problem. Instead of having to face both Dread
and myself. He only has to face the winner of our match. Now I've never
beaten Dreadnaught. But I have the drive.

(Tamer stands up.)

Tamer: I can hear the crowd buzzing. They're pumped to be here. They paid
their hard earned money to watch us do what we do. But tonight I'm not doing
this for them. This is personal. This isn't just a shot at the title. It's
a shot at revenge. A chance to redeem myself. To prove to the world and
myself that fair and square Harry can't beat me.

(Tamer begins to walk down the hallway towards the locker rooms.)

Tamer: I know what some people may be saying. Maybe you think I can't beat
Dread. Maybe you think I'm spending to much time with Danielle to focus.
Maybe you think I'm thrown off by what Inferno and Mineral did. Or worried
about Vern. But forget all that. Forget it. It is all important. But it has
its time and place. Tonight I have my mind on one thing. Beating
Dreadnaught.

(Tamer cracks his knuckles.)

Tamer: Going to that ring, down the ramp. That's when it kicks in. The
adrenaline begins to pump. And I am focused on just that one thing. Its
all about that. Beating Dread and getting my title back. I feel everything
falling back into place.

(Tamer stops at the Prime Time locker room door and stands beside it.)

Tamer: I have my family getting back in tact. I got a beautiful girl. I'm
going one step closer to gold. This is what I want. Tamer is who he should
be now. I am where I want to be. Nothing can stop me. You can slow me down,
but you can't stop me.

(Tamer opens the door.)

Tamer: dreadnaught, Harry I'm coming. So..

(Tamer clears his throat.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!!

FADE

>>>


JR: Dreadnaught is with Bole in the back!

(The camera switches to the door of the Church of Legends locker room. Dreadnaught is in a UL Psychotic 1 basketball jersey. He pulls his sunglasses off as Bole puts the mic to his mouth.)

Bole: Dreadnaught, tonight you get your chance to face off against Harry for the title you have been chasing!

Dreadnaught: You got that right Bole! From this first day this hick won the strap he has been afraid of the Thug! He talks about how tough things are in the country, but has he ever looked into the eyes of a killer? You know he ain’t, and until he is across from me in that right, he won’t ever be! I had that title of his in my hands at Bedlam last month, and he had Pain stick his nose in the ring! But, even with the Big Red Retard, I still got the win! He couldn’t defeat Dread even with his crew! So, what are you going to do tonight Harry? There is only one thing in between you and me, and that is Tamer!

Bole: Harry has decreed you and Tamer to be the two to do battle tonight! How do you feel about your opponent?

Dreadnaught: Frankly Bole, I ain’t got too much knowledge about Tamer!

Bole: Shouldn’t you prepare for opponents?

Dreadnaught: Yo, fact is, I tried! I can’t find anything on this Tamer guy! I rocked the internet, I looked at old tapes! Is he even a member of the BMWF roster?

Bole: Of course he is!

Dreadnaught: Well, I musta missed that! I mean, while me and Reno and Lowe are out preaching the good word, I ain’t got much time to look for losers like Tamer! It’s just a matter of priorities! And the priority I got right now is teaching the sinners in the BMWF exactly what the Church can do! We got big plans, and they all involve revenge and retribution!

Bole: Who do you have to revenge?

Dreadnaught: Everyone has sinned Bole! But, we only have a certain amount of time to reap souls! As I walk the streets, there is a target on my mind, and Hardcore Harry be thy name! Harry must know of his sins and atone for them! That is what my mission is right now! Now, I gotta get back in and give a quick prayer before my match. Peace be with you Bole!

(Dreadnaught turns and walks back into the locker room.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from South Central L.A....
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Dreadnaught

PA: CONSIDER THIS AN INVITATION TO MY GANGSTA NATION!

(The Bruiser-tron shows a globe spinning. It stops over the US and the state of California glows red. A cross appears over the state and then the entire country glows red.)

JR: Dreadnaught is coming down for the match!

(Pyro explodes from the stage as “Gangsta Nation” by the Westside Commection plays through the arena. Dreadnaught steps out on the stage and looks over the entire arena.)

King: Dreadnaught is ready for this battle!

(Dreadnaught pauses and sprints down to the ring. Dreadnaught slides under the bottom rope and stands on the second turnbuckle. He holds the UL chain up high in his left hand and leaps back down.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

Tamer

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

PA: One Two Three Go!

(A huge explosion of fire shoots up across the stage leaving a huge cloud
of smoke. Red and Blue lights begins to strobe. Tamer runs out onto the
stage.)

JR: This is a huge match for Tamer to win!

King: He's a deadman!

(Tamer waves his arms for the crowd to get up. Tamer rolls his neck.)

King: Could he be any more of a pathetic babyface?!?

JR: KING!

(Tamer runs down the ramp slapping the fans hands. Tamer slides in the ring
and hops up and pounds on his chest then points to the crowd and goes to
stand in one corner waiting for Dreadnaught.)

(Suddenly "Back Up" by 12 Stones blares over the PA system and the crowd
already begins to boo. Hardcore Harry comes walking down to the ring
flaunting his Intercontinental Title around to the crowd as he makes his way
down the ramp. Both Tamer and Dreadnaught have their eyes locked onto the
title belt. Harry walks slowly over to the commentators table where JR and
The King are sitting. Harry lays the Intercontinental Title right across the
front of the table so both men have a clear view at it. Harry then takes a
seat next to The King)

KING: Hey Harry, how's it going?

(Harry is about to sit down but the "You Suck" chant suddenly breaks out and
Harry stands back upright looking over into the crowd with a cocky smile on
his face as he shakes his head. Harry then sits down and places the headset
onto his head)

Harry: Ah, hey fellas it's great to be here and everything is going great. I
mean how often do you get to come out here and call a number one contender
match for your own title, it's great.

JR: Well we are happy to have you here and..

Harry: Wait, you're the one that talks BLEEP about me while I'm out there
aren't you?

JR: Well I..

Harry: Yeah, shut up I think I have heard enough out of you, lets kick off
this match.


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Dreadnaught and Tamer just stare at each other!

JR: Dreadnaught and Tamer meet in the middle of the ring.

The two tie up and Dreadnaught quickly hits a knee lift.

Dreadnaught hooks Tamer in a suplex and drops him to the mat.

Dreadnaught taunts Tamer while he pulls himself off of the mat.

King: He better stay on Tamer.

JR: Dreadnaught hooks Tamer in a headlock.

Tamer pushes him into the ropes.

Dreadnaught bounces against the ropes and hits a shoulder block.

Dreadnaught bounces off of the other ropes.

Dreadnaught hits a leg drop on Tamer.

King: Dreadnaught is again posing for the fans.

JR: Dreadnaught pulls Tamer up and hits a standing dropkick.

Tamer is on the mat.

Dreadnaught goes for a cover.

1…2…Tamer kicks out.

Tamer goes for a bulldog, but Dreadnaught counters it with a back suplex.
In turn, Tamer counters it with a bulldog.
The crowd is really behind Tamer.
Tamer takes Dreadnaught down with a sidewalk slam.
Tamer dances the Robot.
There are lots of chants for Tamer.
Tamer whips Dreadnaught into the ropes.
Tamer uses a sidewalk slam on Dreadnaught.
The crowd is really behind Tamer.
Tamer executes a T-Bone Suplex on Dreadnaught.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer dances the Robot.
There are lots of chants for Tamer.
Tamer goes for a DDT, but Dreadnaught counters it with a small package.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Dreadnaught runs into the ropes.
Tamer hits a bulldog on Dreadnaught.
Tamer takes Dreadnaught down with a Russian legsweep.
Tamer locks Dreadnaught in a sleeperhold.
Dreadnaught is struggling to reach the ropes.
Dreadnaught grabs the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Tamer gets cross armbreaker on Dreadnaught.
Dreadnaught reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Dreadnaught executes a powerslam on Tamer.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Dreadnaught puts Tamer in a Boston crab.
Tamer is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Dreadnaught lets go after 15 seconds.

KING: So Harry who do you hope wins tonight?

Harry: Well I really don't care as long as one of these men are ready and
willing to bring it all to the table because come the end of this month I
will be ready to risk my life for this bad boy.

JR: You aren't willing to risk it now?

Harry: Hey, what did I tell ya earlier BBQ man? Take your sauce and shut the
hell up, The King and I can call this one.

KING: YAAHHH!

JR: Dreadnaught catches Tamer in a Boston crab.
Tamer reaches the ropes after holding out for 6 seconds.
Dreadnaught takes Tamer down with a spinebuster.
Dreadnaught whips Tamer into the ropes.
Dreadnaught hits Tamer with an elbow.
Dreadnaught goes for a powerslam, but Tamer counters it with a lariat.
In turn, Dreadnaught counters it with a crucifix.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Dreadnaught gets off of the mat and charges at Tamer.

Tamer ducks and Dreadnaught falls over the ropes.

Dreadnaught catches the top rope and pulls himself back in!

King: Turn around Tamer!

JR: Dreadnaught waits and Tamer turns around.

**CRACK**

JR: Dreadnaught connects with a superkick.

Tamer is dropped to the mat.

Dreadnaught pulls Tamer up and hooks him for a Dread-bomb.

King: Tamer could be done!

JR: Dreadnaught lifts Tamer into the air.

Tamer falls off.

Tamer goes for a German Suplex!

Dreadnaught lands on his feet.

Dreadnaught locks on a Cobra Clutch.

King: Tamer could be asleep!

JR: Dreadnaught holds it on tight.

Tamers begins to fight the hold.

The ref is checking on Tamer.

He lifts his hand.

It falls once.

He lifts it again.

Tamer’s hand falls.

One more time the ref lifts it.

Tamer’s hand remains in the air.

Tamer hits an elbow and breaks the hold.

Dreadnaught locks Tamer in a wristlock.
Tamer is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tamer tries to escape the hold.
Tamer reaches the ropes after 22 seconds.
Dreadnaught hits a dropkick on Tamer.
Tamer collides with Rick Patrick.
Dreadnaught goes for a clothesline, but Tamer counters it with a hiptoss.
Tamer uses a Russian legsweep on Dreadnaught.
Tamer goes for a Russian legsweep, but Dreadnaught counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Dreadnaught puts Tamer in a wristlock.
There is no referee there to ask Tamer.
Charles Robertson comes running down to the ring.
Tamer gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Dreadnaught kicks Tamer.
Dreadnaught punches Tamer.
The chants for Dreadnaught are deafening.
Dreadnaught kicks Tamer.
The chants for Dreadnaught are deafening.
Tamer kicks Dreadnaught.
Tamer chops Dreadnaught.

KING: Tamer has Dreadnaught right where he wants him.

JR: This could be the end folks.

(Instead of Tamer going for the kill he walks over to the side of the ring
pointing at Harry's title this signaling for it to be around his waist.
Harry and Tamer suddenly lock eyes. Dreadnaught pulls Tamer down with a
school boy pin, 1.2. Tamer just kicks out!)

Dreadnaught goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Tamer counters it with a punch
.
Tamer goes for the Reverse DDT, but Dreadnaught blocks it.

JR: These two are still battling for a shot at the gold!

Dreadnaught hits a Russian Leg Sweep.

Tamer is on the mat.

Dreadnaught kicks away at Tamer before pulling him to the mat.

Dreadnaught whips Tamer to the ropes.

Dreadnaught catches Tamer with a powerslam.

Tamer is out on the mat.

Dreadnaught leaps to the top rope.

King: We’ve seen this before!

JR: Dreadnaught points at Tamer.

Dreadnaught leaps and connects with the LA Hangover!

Dreadnaught with the cover.

JR: That's it! It has to be over now!

KING: Tamer is out of it! Dreadnaught needs to go for the cover!

(Dreadnaught taunts and then jumps down covering Tamer, Harry throws off his
headset and grabs his title and runs to the side of the ring.)

JR: 1.2. NO!!!

JR: Hardcore Harry just jerked the referee out of the ring!!!

(Harry spins the referee around and clocks him right between the eyes with
the Intercontinental Championship! Hardcore Harry then slides into the ring)

KING: Dreadnaught has his back turned and didn't see Harry jerk the ref out
of the ring!

(Dreadnaught jumps off of Tamer and spins around just in time to catch a
title shot straight to the face of Dreadnaught sending him to the mat! Harry
walks over jerking Tamer up off of the mat and forces his head between his
legs. The crowd is booing like there is no tomorrow. Harry flips Tamer up
into the air, extends him a few extra feet then brings him crashing down to
the mat harder than ever!)

JR: What the hell is he doing?

KING: I don't know but the referee is out cold!

JR: So are both Dreadnaught and Tamer!

(Harry rolls Dreadnaught over to pick him up and seems to have been busted
open from that title shot only moments ago. Harry lifts his lifeless body up
off of the mat and forces his head between the legs of Harry. Harry then
flips Dreadnaught up holding him for a second or two, then Harry extends
Dreadnaught and sends him crashing down to the mat right beside Tamer!)

JR: What is Harry trying to prove by doing this?

KING: I don't know but Harry is now calling for a microphone, I think we are
about to find out.

(Harry snatches the microphone from the ring attendant and tries to catch
his breath a minute)

JR: This guy is out of his mind.

KING: I could have told you that JR.

Harry: Tonight was a prime example why I am the Champion and these two men
are merely stepping stones on my road to the World Championship.

(The crowd's boos begin to grow louder)

Harry: Tonight obviously there is no winner, just two pathetic losers who
lay at my feet as I speak!

(The crowd really doesn't like that and the "BLEEPhole" chants begin to pour
out from the crowd)

Harry: So therefore I have no scheduled opponent at the pay per view so I
will now select a random wrestler off of the roster!

(Harry smiles as the crowd boos and begins chanting other things now)

Harry: So I think I will choose, RAVVE...

(The Olympic Theme bursts out over the PA system interrupting Hardcore
Harry. Kurt Dangle comes walking down to the ring with a mic in his hand.
The fans are cheering because finally someone shut Harry up. Kurt steps into
the and his music fades away)

JR: Oh my! Oh my!

KING: He can't come out here now can he?

JR: He can do whatever he wants, he is the commish!

(Harry walks over and gets into the face of Kurt causing silence from the
crowd)

Harry: Who the hell do you think you are coming out here and interrupting my
time? I set this match up and I do what I want with it! Neither one of these
men won tonight so I have no opponent!

Kurt Dangle: It's true! Neither man lost tonight, nor did either man lose.

(Harry pauses for a minute then an angry look appears on his face)

Harry: Try and get this through that thick bald skull of yours Kurt!!! I am
picking my opponent for the pay per view and that is final! So go drink your
little milk, get fat on your cookies and get out of MY RING!!!

JR: Oh my God, oh my God!!!

KING: I wouldn't of even said that much!

JR: This could be the final night we see Hardcore Harry folks, take a good
look at him.

KING: HAHAHAHA!!!

(The crowd remains silent watching both men stare each other down)

Kurt Dangle: Well I'm glad you think you have everything figured out but
there is just one thing you forgot.

Harry: What's that?

Kurt Dangle: I'm the freakin' commissioner and whatever I say goes! I could
strip that title from you right here, right now!

(The crowd begins cheering)

Kurt Dangle: But I'm not going to. At the pay per view your going to have a little
match, and your Intercontinental Title, it will be on the line.

(The crowd cheers as Harry looks up at Kurt ready to kill him)

Kurt Dangle: It will be Hardcore Harry versus... Tamer!!!

(The crowd cheers and Harry spins around kicking the ropes in anger)

Kurt Dangle: Versus Dreadnaught in a triple threat match!

(The crowd can't believe it and neither can Harry, Harry charges at Kurt
with the title in his hands but Kurt ducks under it and grabs Harry by the
leg pulling him to the mat. Kurt slaps on the ankle lock as starts screaming
in pain! The crowd is loving it and begin cheering. Harry begins tapping out
and Kurt holds on for an extra minute before letting go. Harry grabs his
title and rolls out of the ring onto the floor holding his ankle)

Kurt Dangle: Oh and Harry you wanted to pick the stipulation tonight? I
think I want to reverse another decision of yours and leave that up to both
of your opponents. Tamer will pick one stipulation that will be used and
Dreadnaught will choose another. The match will be elimination style. The
first fall will be Tamer's stipulation and the second fall will be
Dreadnaught's no matter what two men are still in the match.

(The crowd continues to cheer. Harry gets up to his feet and starts yelling
words at Kurt)

Kurt Dangle: Oh Harry.. IT'S TRUE!

(Kurt's music blares over the PA system as Harry walks up the ramp mumbling
to himself and looking down at his title with and extremely angry look on
his face)

JR: We'll be right back!

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

(The scene opens in the garage of the mansion, showing Kolic holding a
baseball bat. Just as Kolic is about to swing at a dummy, Tamer enters)

Tamer: What's going on, Kolic? Problems with Kate?

Kolic: None so far. I wanted to find out how to do the most injury possible
to the human body, so I created a ballistics dummy like they use to test car
crashes. I'll hit various body parts with the bat and see what is damaged
the most.

Tamer: Couldn't you just attack somebody?

Kolic: I couldn't afford the lawsuits if I do that outside the BMWF, and no
one ever stands still.

Tamer: Good point. Still, did you need to go through all that trouble?

Kolic: No trouble at all, better than being bored.

Tamer: (Shakes his head and leaves the garage) Intellectuals...

Kolic: I heard that! Now...let's try the arm...

(Kolic takes a swing at the arm)

Kolic: Hmm...slight indentation, no permanent damage though. Perhaps the
torso...

(Kolic hits the midsection with gusto)

Kolic: More damage, but not enough to suit my needs. How about the neck?

(Kolic winds up and bashes the dummy's neck)

Kolic: Excellent! Large amount of damage, and the added benefit of cutting
off the victim's air supply! Still, more tests couldn't hurt...

(At this point, Tyrone busts into the garage)

Tyrone: Hey dawg, what ya doin' hittin' a dummy? dat ain't no way to hurt no
one!

Kolic: Well, I'm studying the effects of...

Tyrone: No, ya gotta do dis...

(Tyrone takes the bat and starts bashing the dummy to pieces. After a
minute, nothing much is left other than a pile of gel and other materials.)

Tyrone: An' dat's how ya beat a man.

Kolic: I was running tests on that, this was supposed to be scientific.

Tyrone: Dere ain't nothing scientific 'bout a beatdown. Man, mat' an'
physics an' all dat (beep) is good in a nerd fight, but scrappin' is
scrappin'. An' dat's why ya ain't hardcore.

(Tyrone throws the bat down and exits the garage)

Kolic: (Staring at the mess left behind) That cost me $2,000...oh well, I'll
take it out of the house expenses.

Fade


(The scene fades in on the driveway of the PT mansion. Tamer and Tyrone both
have grill lighters in their hands and are laughing hysterically. Tyrone
walks over to a large mortar tube that's screwed to a 2x4. He drops three
Black Cat bombs into the tube and lights the braided fuses.)

Tamer: RUN!!!!

(Tyrone dives behind one of the dozen cars in the driveway as two of the
bombs launch high into the night sky; the tube tipped to the side as the
third launched, causing the third to go flying towards Tamer and the house.)

*BOOM* *BOOM*

Tyrone: Did ya see da...

*BOOM*

Tamer: WHOA!!!!!

(The third explosion happens just feet above Tyrone's Diablo GTR)

Tamer: AWESOME!

Tyrone: Holy Mother of (beep) an' (beep)!!!!

Tamer: HAHA! That was great!

Tyrone: Yeah... It kinda was!

Tamer: Let's tie FOUR together!

Tyrone: Are ya (beep)in' nuts?!

Tamer: I'm your little brother, aren't I?

(Tyrone and Tamer share large grins)

Tyrone: Go get da fire extinguisha, I'll tie da fuses t'getta... An' tell da
neighbors we'll pay for any shattered windows

(Tamer runs off to the house while Tyrone runs to a large pile of fireworks.
The camera fades out)
 

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 375 pounds...

"The Big Dead Machine" Pain

KING: Pain doesn't look himself tonight! Maybe he misses Scotty Scott!

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

LoweDown

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Lowedown looks confused for a moment as he begins to make his way down to the ring. Lowedown stands in the middle of the rampway and pulls a microphone from his back pocket...)

Lowedown:Excuse me? The Church Legend is here to cast another sinner out of the BMWF and that is the best response you can give the next Hardcore champion?

(The crowd begins to boo at Lowedown as he begins to speak again...)

Lowedown:Well, I guess if that's the best you can do. I still forgive you all and tonight I will rid you all of the sin known as Pain! That is the Lowedown on that!


(Lowedown draws the line in the middle of the ring and waits for Pain to step towards him. Lowedown and Pain lock up and fight for dominance in the center of the ring. Neither man can get an advantage as Lowedown finally breaks his grip and stands next to the ropes. Flame leaps up onto the ring apron and wipes off the forehead of her husband and then jumps off the apron. Lowedown pops his neck as Both men finally lock up again. Lowedown slides under the arm of Pain and locks his arms around his waist. Lowedown attempts to lift Pain off his feet, but has no luck. Lowedown tries once again and finally picks him up off the mat and throws him down to the ground. Lowedown tries to catch Pain with an elbowdrop, but Pain rises up. Lowedown rolls back onto his feet and smiles at Pain. Lowedown shakes his head as he watches Pain for a moment before walking towards Pain again...)

*DING DING*

JR:Lowedown seems a bit agitated here in the beginning of the match.

King:He's trying to get the best of Pain way too early in this match.

(Lowedown and Pain lock up again and Lowedown rams his knee into the stomach of Pain. Lowedown picks up Pain's chin and drives a hard right hand to his face. Lowedown then delivers a knife edge chop and then drives his knee once again into the ribs again of Pain. Lowedown manages to shove Pain into the ropes and goes back and forth with hard right hands and knife edge chops. Lowedown refuses to let up as the referee tries to pull Lowedown away from Pain. Lowedown takes a wild swing and barely misses the referee as he shouts at him...)

Lowedown:The sinners must pay!

( Lowedown then drives his shoulder into the ribs of Pain and brings the back of head up and catches Pain right in the chin. Lowedown then grabs Pain by the throat and tries to choke him out. Lowedown then whips Pain right into the corner and immediately follows behind him with a hard clothesline...)

JR:Lowedown is going all out against the monster! He's trying to break the ribs of Pain!

King:Lowedown has no love for this "sinner" and he almost knocked the ref's head off!

JR:Lowedown whips Pain into the ropes and catches him with a dropkick to the chest. Lowedown staggers the monster as he hits him once again with another dropkick that sends Pain into the ropes!

King:Lowedown is making sure he has the big man dizzy before he...YAHHH! Lowedown just clotheslined Pain over the top rope! Pain just hit the floor like a sack of bricks!

JR:Lowedown is smiling down at Pain as it looks like this match is going to the outside!

(Lowedown slides out of the ring and catches Pain with a baseball slide to the chest. Lowedown wastes no time in attacking Pain outside of the ring as he drops down and begins drilling hard right hands into the side of the head of Pain. Lowedown then picks Pain up and drives him down to the concrete floor with a DDT. Lowedown pops back up on his feet and slides back into the ring to break up the count. Lowedown then looks down at Pain on the floor and drives his boot into the side of his head. Lowedown finally stops long enough to point towards the ringpost and then grabs the tights of Pain and drives him chest first into the steel ringpost. Lowedown slides in again and breaks the referee's count of nine and then slides back out just long enough to throw Pain back in...)

King:Lowedown has staggered Pain with a DDT to the concrete floor and now everyone is back in the ring!

JR:Lowedown is focused tonight on this match up!

(Lowedown drops Pain down with a vicious scoop slam and then backs away from Pain long enough to drive a leg drop onto Pain's neck. Lowedown pops back up to his feet and delivers another leg drop to Pain's neck again. Lowedown blesses Pain and then slowly picks up Pain off the mat and shoves him into the ropes and begins driving repeated forearm smashes to the lower back. Lowedown finally backs away long enough to catch Pain with a german suplex into the center of the ring. Lowedown waits for Pain to rise as he taps his thigh and then catches Pain with a high knee lift. Lowedown extends his arms out before driving a stiff shot to the side of Pain's temple...)

JR:Lowedown has Pain in the corner again and this time he's completely ignoring the referee's count!

King:We shouldn't even have a referee in this match! It's been out of control since it started!

**BOOM!**

King: YAAH! Pain's pyros just went off!

JR: Both LoweDown and Pain look stunned!

King: Look at the top of the ramp! It's The Judge!

(The Judge stands at the top of the ramp, yelling at Pain and allowing LoweDown to get to his feet. The Judge then points to LoweDown and as Pain turns around, LoweDown locks him in the Downtime! The Judge laughs as he heads back up the ramp.)

JR: Pain gets to the ropes after 14 seconds.

(Lowedown drives his elbow repeatedly into the side of Pain's head until he backs away and then "paints the picture" before driving one more hard elbow right into the side of Pain's skull. Lowedown then pulls Pain out of the corner and places him on his shoulder and then drops Pain face first onto the top turnbuckle as Flame watches on and cheers her husband on. Lowedown grabs a hold of Pain and hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle facing the crowd. Lowedown climbs up to the second turnbuckle and powers Pain off of the top rope and both men come crashing down to the mat with a suplex...)

JR:Both men are down as this crowd is on their feet!

King:And both men are on their backs! HAHAHA!

JR:Look at this! Lowedown is rising up just like Pain! He's mocking Pain even as tired as he is!

King:Isn't one of Lowedown's commandments "Thou shalt not infringe on gimmicks!" HAHAHA!

(Lowedown catches Pain with a clothesline and then bounces against the ropes and drives a legdrop right on the neck that rocks Pain's head to the mat. Lowedown grabs the back of Pain's head and slams it down repeatedly as the crowd counts with him. Lowedown finally picks him up and delivers a sidewalk slam to Pain in the center of the ring. Lowedown rolls back onto his feet and points towards to the corner as he begins to climb up to the top rope...)

King:This doesn't look good!

JR:Lowedown is going for the elbowsmash that could end Pain here tonight!

(Lowedown climbs up to the top rope and points towards Pain before leaping off the top rope. Lowedown catches Pain with the "Going Down" finisher right on Pain's sternum. Lowedown clutches his arm as he then gives the signal for the Downtime...)

JR:Lowedown is calling for the end of this match!

King:Pain might be purged of his sins after all!

(Lowedown drops down behind Pain and locks his massive arm around the neck of Pain and then places Pain's other arm behind his leg and locks on the Downtime submission move. Lowedown pulls back on the neck of Pain and holds on for dear life. Lowedown shouts to the crowd as he tries to get Pain to submit...)

JR: King! LOOK!

(The cameras move to focus high above the ring as Hush
is standing in the rafters with the body of Master Z
slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. In
one hand rests a microphone while the other points
down to Lowedown.)

Hush: . . . Lowedown! Last week I made a choice of
taking you out with the rest of the scum in the ring!
This week, I feel rather in a . . . giving mood . . .
so as such, I have a present for you!

(Hush thrusts his massive shoulders up and hoists the
body of Master Z over the railing.)

JR: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!! HE IS GOING TO KILL MASTER
Z!!!

KING: CALL 911!!!

(The fans scream in distress as they watch Master Z
fall towards the ring, but just as he is about to make
impact, a group of cords tied to his ankles slings him
back into the air. His body continues to dangle and
bounce for several moments above the ring.)

Hush: . . . This clean slate idea is an interesting
proposal, Lowedown . . we'll see how well you can play
with your new toy! We'll meet again soon . . .

(Hush is seen grabbing hold of his overcoat and slings
it back before the lighting to the rafters shuts off.)

JR: What does this mean! Lowedown was just given
Master Z as a sick present from Hush for what he did
to Lowedown last week? This doesn't make any sense!

KING: Lowedown can't even believe it! Master Z is
still unconscious!

JR: Looks like out crew is going to try and bring
Master Z down from there! We'll be right back, folks!

(Master Z's body continues to dangle from the bungee
cord as the camera slowly fades.)

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

Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistance" Tai Hashi

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

The BMWF World Champion...
Tyrone Smith

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

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

(There's a quick flash of pyro. A large flag drops over the stage; one half
of the flag was the stars and stripes of the American Flag, the other half
was the gold cross and green and black planes of the Jamaican Flag. The
crowd erupts at the sight of the Flag hybrid. Music that sounds like the
beat to "Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monche, however it is heavily distorted
electric guitars, begins to play. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA RASS UP!

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

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

(The music continues. Tyrone Smith is staring out at the cheer crowd a few
moments before making his way to the ring. He climbs into the ring and hands
the World Title to the referee. He stares down at Tai Hashi, who looks
nearly half the World Champ's size.)

JR: I have a strong feeling, this is going to be an extremely short main
event match.

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Tyrone Smith hits Tai Hashi with an elbow.
Tyrone Smith executes the Reverse DDT on Tai Hashi.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.
Tyrone Smith puts Tai Hashi in a short arm scissors.
Tyrone Smith hits Tai Hashi with a front slam.
Tyrone Smith catches Tai Hashi in a crossface chickenwing.
Tai Hashi inches his way towards the ropes after 10 seconds.
Tyrone Smith uses a snap suplex on Tai Hashi.
The chants for Tyrone Smith are deafening.
Tyrone Smith catches Tai Hashi in the STF.
Tai Hashi reaches the ropes after being locked up for 8 seconds.
Tyrone Smith executes the Ganja Drop on Tai Hashi.
Tyrone Smith goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The chants for Tyrone Smith are deafening.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Tyrone Smith!

(Crackling begins to rumble over the PA system as a
familiar voice is heard.)

Hush: . . . Tyrone . . . are you there?

KING: HEY! Who said that?

(The wrestlers in the ring pause momentarily as the
Bruisertron lights up to show Hush's bandaged face.)

Hush: . . . Ah, there you are. I see you've decided to
keep busy since I came around last week . . . A little
paranoid if I dare say . . . but relax, tonight I've
got something a little more special lined up for both
you and your little playmate . . .

(Hush adjusts his collar and tilts it up in the old
mafia style way.)

Hush: . . . don't bother getting all worked up, I'm
not too far from you as it is . . .

(Various fans begin darting their eyes about the arena
floor in search of Hush.)

Hush: . . . I apologize for my secrecy, but I'll be
out in just a few moments . . . however, in the mean
time I must show you something, Tyrone . . .

(Hush lifts his right hand up to show a small object
about the size of a cellular phone.)

KING: What's he going to do? Charge Tyrone roaming
minutes? HA!!

Hush: . . . looks pretty harmless, am I right?

JR: Why do I not like the sound of that?

Hush: . . . press it once . . . a little light . . .

(Suddenly a spotlight shoots from near the Bruisertron
and focuses high above the arena in the rafters. There
we spot Hush standing directly over the ring. His
overcoat tightly wrapped against his massive build.
The Bruisertron still shows a closeup of a bleak smile
that can barely be made out from underneath the
bandages covering his face.)

Hush: . . . press it twice . . . pay the price!

*SHHHBOOOM!!!!*

(Just then the four corners of the ring explode in a
blinding flash, the ropes of the ring begin to give
way before having each corner post collapse to the
ground. The ropes whip and snap wildly, snapping
against the guardrails and some of the wrestlers left
inside the ring.)

KING: AHH!!! BOMB!!!

(After a moment, the ring itself implodes, covering
Tyrone Smith, Tai Hashi, and others who may still be
in the area, covering them underneath the ropes, mats,
and ringposts.)

JR: GOOD GOD!! HUSH HAS JUST DESTROYED OUR RING!!!

KING: Somebody get me out of here! This guy is nuts!
He's endangering the wrestlers! He's endangering the
fans! Most importantly he's endangering ME!!!

(Hush leans against the railing and glares down at the
mess he has created.)

Hush: . . . I trust by the time you dig yourself out
of that rubble, you will be more than eager to meet
"face to face" so to speak . . . I'll be listening . .
. I'm always around . . . somewhere . . .

(Hush is shown tossing something over the ledge of the
walkway down towards the ring just before shutting the
spotlight off. As the object falls, it lands with a
clank among the imploded pile of materials. As the
camera focuses in on it, the Bruisertron shows the
object to be the infamous brass knuckles of Master Z.)

JR: What does this all mean?! Hush has interrupted 3
matches here tonight! I hope somebody gets to the
bottom of this soon enough!

KING: Is it safe to come out from under the desk yet?

JR: Fans, we'll see you next week with more
information about what is going on here tonight!

KING: YAAAAAAAAH!!!!

(Fade....)

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