BMWF Bedlam Part I

Date : 7/19/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Bradley Center - Milwaukee, Wisconsin

(The show opens inside the Bradley Center - Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Bradley Center - Milwaukee, Wisconsin! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and we are back!!

KING: Yeah! First, a goofy dog show pre-empts us, then that moronic All-Star baseball game!

JR: Who won that game anyway?

KING: I think it was the NFC over the Smythe Division by a score of 110-89!

JR: What???

(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
raises the World Title high in the air. The crowd cheers him loudly, but
dies down after a while)

Tyrone: I'ma keep dis short. We've got a punk in dis federation named
Hushpuppy.. He t'inks he can "punish" people an' not expect retaliation.
Well, I know dis ain't very "Tyrone like", but... I ain't gonna play Hush's
game. I ain't gonna go huntin' for him. If he wants my attention, he needs
to make an appointment. So get dis straight an' clear, Hush da magic
dragon...

King: Isn't it Puff the magic Dragon?

Tyrone: I couldn't care less who you are or what da rass yer doin' here. If
ya t'ink by some lil' weak attack is suppose to have me all hooped up an'
excited, yer d@mn wrong... Now let's take a commercial break.

(Tyrone drops the mic and starts to walk out of the ring)

JR: Well, you heard the champ. We'll be right back.!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Jack Vickery...
Weighing in at 217 pounds...

Steve Korino

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Friar Fergus...
Hailing from St. Michaels Cathedral...
Weighing in at 183 pounds...

Altar Boy Mark


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Altar Boy Mark whips Steve Korino into the turnbuckle.
Altar Boy Mark runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Altar Boy Mark hits a dropkick on Steve Korino.
Altar Boy Mark runs into the ropes.
Steve Korino catches Altar Boy Mark in an armbar submission.
Altar Boy Mark manages to grab the ropes after being locked up for 11 seconds.
Steve Korino hits a stomp on Altar Boy Mark.
Steve Korino uses a forearm smash on Altar Boy Mark.
Steve Korino goes for a powerbomb, but Altar Boy Mark counters it with
a small package.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark kicks Steve Korino.
A few fans are cheering on Altar Boy Mark.
Steve Korino chops Altar Boy Mark.
A fan at ringside badmouths Steve Korino.
Altar Boy Mark punches Steve Korino.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Altar Boy Mark.
Steve Korino punches Altar Boy Mark.
Steve Korino further incites the crowd.
Altar Boy Mark chops Steve Korino.
A small "Altar Boy Mark" chant is being started.
Altar Boy Mark hits Steve Korino with a Frankensteiner from the top rope.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Altar Boy Mark blesses the ring.
A small "Altar Boy Mark" chant is being started.
Altar Boy Mark runs into the ropes.
Steve Korino hits Altar Boy Mark with a clothesline.
Steve Korino hits a bodyslam on Altar Boy Mark.
Steve Korino uses a brainbuster on Altar Boy Mark.
Steve Korino further incites the crowd.
Steve Korino is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Steve Korino executes a belly-to-back suplex on Altar Boy Mark.
Steve Korino further incites the crowd.
Steve Korino goes for a DDT, but Altar Boy Mark counters it with a small package
.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Steve Korino covers Altar Boy Mark.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark distracts Jack Slone.
Friar Fergus enters the ring and hits Steve Korino with a chair.
Steve Korino is out cold.
A small "Altar Boy Mark" chant is being started.
Altar Boy Mark nails Steve Korino with the Running Forearm Smash.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Altar Boy Mark gives the sign for the Holy Driver.
Altar Boy Mark executes the Holy Driver on Steve Korino.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is starting to get behind Altar Boy Mark.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Altar Boy Mark!

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(Too Bold Stupido, Pest, and Nutzio are all sitting around playing poker on a crate when the Eco-Mobile suddenly barrels toward them. They jump out of the way right before the Eco-System barrels through their crate, sending cards, beer, and money flying. Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic step out.)

Inferno: Say! Is this money for us?

(Inferno picks up the money scattered on the ground and pockets it. Nutzio runs at Inferno, but he back bodydrops him onto the hood. Aquatic nails Too Bold Stupido with a kick to his personal region, sending him down. Pest tries to go around the car with a big boot, but Mineral hops up on the car and nails him with an Avalanche.)

Aquatic: I think you can safely give that as a yes. Stupid biohazards.

Mineral: Hey! Loser! (Mineral calls over Slim Jim Sullivan.)

Slim: What do you want?

Mineral: (taking out a glass globe) Here. Go smash Tobey over the head with this. We wanted to attack him tonight, but we're too lazy to do it ourselves.

(Mineral throws the globe to Slim Jim, who doesn't know what to do.)

Slim: Um…I don't think that's my place.

Inferno: GO DO IT! OR GET OUT OF OUR SIGHT!

(Slim Jim runs off fearfully)

Aquatic: Whatever happened to good help?

Inferno: It died when Alfred retired as Batman's butler.

Mineral: By the way, Witherspoon says he wants out of our little alliance. Says he doesn't like "our direction".

Aquatic: Figures. Axe was the one we wanted anyway. He's a prime blue chipper, and a coldhearted son of a masochist, and I gotta tell you, I get off on that.

Inferno: A little turned on, maybe?

Aquatic: (laughs) Honey, if I wasn't with you….or Judge……or Tamer…..Axe would be….right up there. (Aquatic laughs)

Mineral: Hey, we got company.

(Pest, Nutzio, and Too Bold Stupido approach the Eco-System from behind as they turn around.)

Aquatic: Breath mints, people.

(Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic pop the mistcapsules in their mouths and spew red, brown, and blue mist into the low-carders'/jobbers' eyes, taking them down.)

Inferno: Hey, don't worry about losing the money. You would have gotten mugged by a street robber anyway. This way, you preserve your dignity.

(The Eco-System leaves the three jobbers flailing on the ground.)

FADE

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 (The Bradley Center is alight in the darkness of the night in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Cars drive past the arena where a large flashing sign is seen reading

BMWF BEDLAM
SOLD OUT

The camera zooms in on a man standing in the parking lot. He's wearing a gray, hooded sweatshirt and navy jogging pants with a white line going down the side of each leg. This man has spiked up brown hair with black highlights and some facial hair. He looks up at the arena. This man's name is Nick Kincaid.)

Kincaid: I'm here, I've finally made it. "The Near Future" Nick Kincaid has made it to the BMWF. I'm here to revolutionize this promotion into something great, not the stupid hardcore, deathmatch stuff we got now. I'm going to show the fans what proper wrestling is.

(Nick Kincaid walks in through the doors as the scene fades out.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Hailing from Philadelphia, PA...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

"The Extreme ICON" Sandmann

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 247 pounds...

Ravnos

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ravnos runs into the ropes.
Ravnos smacks Sandmann with a devastating clothesline .
Ravnos nails Sandmann with a jumping DDT.
Ravnos drinks some blood out of a cup.
The crowd is behind Ravnos all the way.
Ravnos takes Sandmann down with a flying dropkick.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.
Ravnos goes for a snap suplex, but Sandmann counters it with a small package.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Sandmann goes for a kick to the head, but Ravnos ducks out of the way.
Ravnos runs into the ropes.
Ravnos goes for a clothesline, but Sandmann ducks out of the way.
Sandmann uses a DDT on Ravnos.
The crowd is going crazy.
Sandmann hits Ravnos with a facerake.
The crowd is going crazy.
Sandmann uses a kick to the midsection on Ravnos.
Sandmann goes for the DDT, but Ravnos blocks it.
Sandmann chops Ravnos.
Sandmann punches Ravnos.
The crowd is behind Sandmann all the way.
Sandmann whips Ravnos into the turnbuckle.
Ravnos comes back and rocks Sandmann with an elbow.
Ravnos takes Sandmann down with a vertical suplex.
Ravnos goes for a spinebuster slam, but Sandmann counters it with a kneelift.
Sandmann executes a slingshot facebuster on Ravnos.
The crowd is behind Sandmann all the way.
Sandmann executes a piledriver on Ravnos.
Sandmann takes Ravnos down with an elbowdrop.
Sandmann hits a stomp on Ravnos.
Sandmann throws Ravnos into the turnbuckle, but Ravnos reverses it.
Ravnos runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Sandmann moves out of the way.
Sandmann whips Ravnos into the turnbuckle, but Ravnos reverses it.
Ravnos whips Sandmann into the ropes.
Sandmann hits Ravnos with an elbow.
Sandmann hits a kick to the midsection on Ravnos.
Sandmann executes the DDT on Ravnos.
The crowd is behind Sandmann all the way.
Sandmann goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The chants for Sandmann are deafening.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Sandmann!

JR: We'll be right back!

(“Highway to Hell begins to play thru the arena as an image of a large white church appears on the bruisertron screen. The doors of the church swing open to shown “The Church” slowly walking toward a long black limousine. The arena is dark as a lone white spotlight shines on the entrance way. Reno Fontayne steps thru the curtain wearing a black armani suit. His face is visibly bruised and his nose and right eye are bandaged. A pair of black rayban wrap around sunglasses try to hide the damage to his face. With a visible limp, Reno slowly begins to make his way toward the ring.)

JR: King, last week was the most brutalized I have ever seen Reno.
King: He underestimated Box again and he got crucified.

JR: It was almost as if he just let it happen, he barely even fought back.
King: Yeah! You would think he wasn’t really there. It was kinda like he forgot to show up.

(The fans give Reno a mixed reaction as he stands in the center of the ring. Reno calls for a microphone.)

Reno: Last week, I suffered an awful beating at the hands of a better competitor. Last week, I was broken down and crucified. I was shackled and left to bleed to death! My flesh was torn from my body! My ribs are broken, my nose is broken! It took 129 stitches to patch up my face and my back! When I was laying here in the center of this ring staring up at those lights, when I was considering giving it up and walking out of the match. Eco-System, and the Dorkness!! Came out and stuck there nose into my buisness. Once again I was on the losing end of a beating!

(The fans give Reno a mixture of boos and cheers.)

Reno: Axe! You thought you’d make a name for yourself! You thought you’d try and take me out! Way to go tough guy! Box already had me beat and you decide to jump in try and take me out!!! Who are you!! You are a nobody!! I am a Legend!! Like Box found out!! No matter how hard you try!! You just can’t kill off a Legend!! The Church will live forever!! I will live Forever!!! There is no way, and I do mean No Way!! I am going to let you walk out of here tonite Axe!! Tonite! Brother Dread and I will face Box for his tag team title! Box, you’d better find a partner! I know your good kid! You have earned my respect, but nobody is good enough to beat me and Dread in a handicap match!

JR: Reno and Dread are probably one of the greatest tag teams to ever wear the titles in the BMWF!

Reno: Box! You beat the Man! You did what you said you were going to do! Now the only reason you were able to do what you did… IS BECAUSE I LET YOU!!!!! I needed to die inside Box! I needed to see just how much pain I can handle! You did well son! You almost took ol’ Reno to his limits! But once again, I walked out under my own power. No, in all seriousness, Box you just sped up my evolution. You killed the preacher, but the church still lives. Box, you woke up the monster that has been hiding in me for the last year. That monster that has been praying for forgivness. That monster that has been begging for freedom! Tonite, you get to meet your monster Box! Paint your face like satan boy! Carry a pitchfork! It doesn’t matter. You wanted to crucify me, you did! You forgot to check the tomb! You see the stone was rolled away! And this time he didn’t ascend into heaven! The Beast began to walk the earth!

JR: I think Reno has gone off the deep end King!
King: You think he has gone off! He’s been off!!

(“Highway to Hell” Plays as Reno tosses the microphone down and heads toward the back.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Cincinnati, OH...
Weighing in at 325 pounds...

Sebastian "The One" Clarke

(Nobody comes out...again...)

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dork The Clown

(Circus music plays as Dork the Clown comes walking down to the ring. He is giving balloons to little kids and acting goofy. )

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Dork The Clown!

KING: I can't believe we've had so many jobber matches in a row!

JR: I think it's because we had so many jobbers run their no-show limit!

KING: YAHHHH!

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JR: We are going backstage!
 
(The door from the parking lot to the Bradley Center opens and Mafioso and Dreadnaught walk through the door.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yo, I know you used to riding in the limos, but I had to holla at you tonight!
 
Mafioso: No prob Dread! The Dread-Mobile is the (BLEEP)!
 
Dreadnaught: Listen, you are holdin’ down the UL the best you can! I dig that, and I respect that! But, tonight, you got a special mission from the Thug!
 
Mafioso: I know exactly what you are talking about!
 
Dreadnaught: Good, that coward you got in the ring tonight needs to be dealt with, and I am expecting you to handle that!
 
Mafioso: I can definitely handle that chump essa but, maybe it would be better to have some coaching during the match!


(Dreadnaught pulls his sunglasses off and stares into the eyes of Mafioso.)
 
Dreadnaught: You know, normally, I would smack you for just asking for that sort of thang! But, with all these masked lunatics and cracked out hillbillies running around here. That may be a good idea. You are a legend in the making, and I don’t want some psycho taking that away from the world! You also have a place in this world, my son!
 
Mafioso: So, you’ll be there for my match against Harry?
 
Dreadnaught: The streets is watchin’ kid…and tonight, the Thus will be bringing the streets ringside!
 
(Dreadnaught and Mafioso continue to walk off down the hall.)
 
JR: Hardcore Harry has two Urban Legends to deal with tonight!

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(The Bruisertron lights up as we a black 1969 Pontiac GTO come to a stop in the arena parking lot. The sold out crowd roar with boos and begin chanting as the driver's door is opened and a man steps out looking nothing like the one the crowd, staff and cameraman are expecting.)

King: Has another car been stolen? Where's Axe?! Wait a minute, who cares! HA! HA!

JR: King, although this is hard to believe THAT is Axe!

King: WHAT?!

(Axe's beard no longer exists and is completely clean shaven and the medium long brown/blonde hair is now medium short on the top and completely dark brown. Axe is wearing a black Dickies jacket with a Punisher t-shirt underneath and normal straight leg Levi's jeans with a brand new pair of Converse sneakers. He grabs his duffel bag and locks up the car before pulling out his pack of cigarettes, lighting one up and taking some long drags before speaking.)

King: He's changed completely!

Axe: Seeing as the All-American title is a prestigious title and for true athletes I figured an image change was needed. However that doesn't mean I like you pathetic good-for nothing pea-brained slobs.

(The crowd roars with boos.)

JR: I wouldn't say that King.

Axe: It also doesn't mean I expect an image change to help me perform better as a wrestler...I just needed to present myself in a better way...but just before you idiots think I have forgotten about the Hardcore title think again...I can't wait to step in the ring to finally become the NEW Hardcore Champion! But tonight...I can become The All-American Champion!

(Boos are audible as Axe takes a few drags from his cigarette.)

Axe: White Lightning is no champion...he's cocky...and runs with a man I will face at the Pay-Per-View after defeating Lowedown and that's Box! Now if you simple minded idiots can remember, last week I helped Box basically in returning the favour when The Darkening were tag champs and who likes Reno anyways? I had to get him back after what they did to us at the PPV.

Axe: But Lightning it seems you want real opponents? You got one and tonight I am going to give you a CLEAN fight as that title you hold is played by fair rules...that's right I said CLEAN...feel proud I am doing this but it's not like I can't defeat you without cheating anyhow. Just make sure you keep your goon out of my face...but your days as this "Legitimate" atlhlete are over...your cockiness comes to an end...and YOU are the one who sucks.

Axe: I will be the new AA Champion...and TCW will only have two titles in their names but once I am done with Box...perhaps only those tag belts will remain! So Lightning...I am ready and this is the opportunity of a lifetime!

(Axe flicks his cigarette and picks up his duffel bag before heading inside.)

JR: Well Axe definitely has a new look...

King: Yeah a look of fear you mean...when he faces Lightning later tonight! HA! HA!

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(A long black limousine pulls up to the back arena entrance way. Micheal Bole runs out and see's Misty Rivers getting out of the limo with Howitzer. Misty is dressed in a beautiful red evening gown and smiling ear to ear.)

Bole: Misty wheres Tobey?

Misty: Bole my friend, how are you tonight here in gorgeous. where are we at?

Bole: Milwaukee Wisconsin.

Misty: Never mind about that beautiful statement then.

Bole: Where is Tobey at Misty?

Misty: Well Bole, obviously he is not here right now. You see Tobey was receiving threats from The Church about how they were going to mess him up. So Tobey will not be arriving here at the arena until his match time. He will fly in via a helicopter, where he will be dropped off on the roof and then make his entrance through the ceiling.

Bole: Is all of this necessary?

Misty: Look, Tobey is the future, not just of this federation but of this business. The BMWF needs to take care of it's investments and Tobey is a HUGE investment. He must be protected.

Bole: So Tobey will not be here till match time. But what is to make sure that he doesn't get attacked after the match?

Misty: Oh we have some insurance don't we Howitzer?

Howitzer: That's one way of putting it.

Misty: Now excuse me Bole, I have to go call Tobey and make sure that the chopper picks him up in time.

(Misty and Howitzer walk away.)

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KING: So, Tobey is either going to cut a hole in the roof or the helicopter is going to fall through and crush us all? I'm getting out of here!

JR: We'll be right back!

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

From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

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

(Finger Eleven's "Slow Chemical" plays over the PA system as Aquatic comesout to a plethora of boos. She laugsh it off, raising her Woman's Title belt in the air.)

JR: Aquatic is our new Woman's Champion, but she's a conniving one, no doubt about it! She turned on her fans and supporters last week by revealing her real intentions with the Eco-System and Axe.

King: I was even beginning to feel sorry for her!

(Aquatic hops up to the ring apron, setting off her pyro.. She walks into the ring, hands her belt to the referee, and begins stretching out.)

LILLY: Her partner...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
At a total combined weight of 273 pounds...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

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

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

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

("Points of Authority" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Jacklyn comes out
from behind the curtain and runs down the ramp. She slides in the ring and
taunts to the crowd. Jacklyn does a backflip off the turnbuckle to get ready
for the match.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Aquatic is challenging Jacklyn to a test of strength!

Aquatic extends her arm in the air, and Jacklyn follows with her hand.
Aquatic nails Jacklyn with a hard kick to the ovaries and kidneys.
Jacklyn goes down, clutching her side.

King: I love a woman with a bag of dirty tricks!

(Aquatic throws Jacklyn to the ground and begins choking her. The referee counts: 1…2…3…4. Aquatic releases the hold.)

JR: This is a more vicious unrelenting style from Aquatic, the woman who retired Athena Hashi last week!

Judge Moody distracts the referee.
Aquatic begins choking Jacklyn J again.
The referee turns around, and Aquatic immediately releases the choke.

JR: She always knows where the referee is, and that's what makes Aqutaic not only a smart wrestler, but a smart manager!

Jacklyne J. executes a swinging neckbreaker on Aquatic.
Jacklyne J. throws Aquatic out of the ring.
Earl Hepner counts: one, Aquatic reenters the ring.
Jacklyne J. goes for a missile dropkick, but Aquatic side-steps and Jacklyne J.
only hits air.
Judge Moody enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Dizi enters the ring and throws Judge Moody out of the ring.
Jacklyne J. and Dizi whip Aquatic into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. and Dizi hit Aquatic with a double dropkick.
Dizi leaves the ring.
Jacklyne J. hits Aquatic with a missile dropkick.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Jacklyne J. hoists Aquatic high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Aquatic crashing hard to the mat.
Jacklyne J. nails Aquatic with a dropkick.
Jacklyne J. is going for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Jacklyne J. tags out to Dizi.
Judge Moody enters the ring and throws Jacklyne J. out of the ring.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Judge Moody leaves the ring.
Aquatic almost takes Dizi's head off with a flying lariat

Judge Moody enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Jacklyne J. enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Judge Moody takes Dizi down with a huricanrana.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Aquatic almost takes Dizi's head off with a flying lariat
Judge Moody leaves the ring.
Aquatic smacks Dizi with a devastating flying lariat .
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Aquatic tags out to Judge Moody.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Dizi with an elbow.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are Aquatic and Judge Moody!

JR: Judge Moody and Jacklyn trading blows in the ring….what's Aquatic doing?
Aquatic pulls a steel chair out from under the ring, and slides in.
Aquatic drills Judge Moody with the steel chair, and she goes down

JR: WHAT? Aquatic turned on her own partner!

Jacklyn J confronts Aquatic, but gets busted open by a hard chairshot.
Aquatic runs over to jacklyn's corner, SMASHING the chair over the face of her partner.
JR: Aquatic has gone sincerely mad! I don't believe it!

King: I do! I do!

(Aquatic grabs a microphone.)

Aquatic: LOOK AT ME! I'M THE WOMAN'S CHAMPION! And I am SICK and TIRED of feeling like a second-rate champion! Let me make something clear-I want to be CHALLENGED! Next week I am putting up my title against whoever wants a shot! It's not a big talent pool people, make a decision!

("Slow Chemical plays as Aquatic leaves the ring...)

(Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing a three piece suit.)

KURT'S MUSIC: YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU SUCK!

KURT: Oh, so now you're making demands on having a challenger for that so-called title? The only time the Women's title counted for something was when I had it! It's true!

KING: It really is true!

KURT: So since there isn't any competition in the women's division...and since the Women's Division sucks anyway...

KING: No, Kurt! Don't disband the Women's Division!

KURT: Here is your opponent for next week!

(1950's rock & roll music begins to play.)

KING: YAHH!

JR: It's Mae Old!

(Mae Old comes to the stage and several fans faint from being sickened by such a horrible sight.)

KURT: That's right! Mae Old is just about your speed! It's true! It's true!

KING: Aquatic vs. Mae Old for the women's title next week! YAHHHH!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Witherspoon and Axe are shown standing backstage with Michael Bole.)

Bole: Axe, Witherspoon, what is your relationship with?

(Suddenly Dreadnaught and Reno charge into the shot tackling Axe and Witherspoon to the ground. The four wrestlers tear the BMWF banner down and knock a few lights over as they crash to the ground. Dreadnaught levels Witherspoon with a devestating Superkick. Reno spins Axe around and drops him to the concrete with a wild DDT. Axe slumps to the floor as Reno begins to kick and stomp the fallen wrestler. Dreadnaught raises Witherspoon up and hits him with a devestating Dreadbomb leaving Witherspoon laying in a twisted heap on the concrete. Reno mounts Axe and begins to pepper him with hard right hands to the temple.)

Dread: Reno! That’s enough!
Reno: D, It’s never enough! This punk wants to show me up! He wants to make a name for himself by attacking Me!! I’m a freaking Legend!
Dread: We got bigger things to do tonite than whup his @$$.
Reno: True!

(Reno inches close to Axe’s face.)

Reno: Next time, you had better finish what you start! Next time, I won’t be as generous. Tell your little girlfriends that if they want a piece of Reno, Dread, or big daddy Lowe, all they have to do is go to Church.

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(The BruiserTron lights up, the words "The Near Future" appear on screen, this then explodes and the words "NICK KINCAID" appear in blue as "Out of Control" by Hoobastank begins to play. Nick Kincaid walks out onto the stage wearing a blue singlet with the words NICK under one arm and KINCAID under the other, he walks down the ramp offending the fans, he looks at the ring and then slides into it. He grabs a microphone and puts it up to his lips.)

Kincaid: If you can just zip your cake-holes for a minute I've got to address you all that "The Near Future" has arrived and he isn't taking no trash from any of you so-called "wrestling" fans.

(Boo's from the crowd)

Kincaid: In the professional wrestling world today the only thing that we got is chairs, ladders, tables and all that violence and weapons. We are all forgetting that the name of the game is 'wrestling' and my plan is to put the wrestling back into Bruiser Mania Wrestling Federation and also put the 'professional' back into professional wrestling. I'm not the kind of man to put hit someone over the head with a chair because I don't need some stupid weapon to take out an opponent, I prefer the old-fashioned way and that's choke the moron out or weaken him with an arsenal of moves that could take even the biggest guy out of the equation, but don't think for one-minute that I'm old-fashioned because what you're looking at here is 'The Near Future'!

Kincaid: I've seen gimmick matches alot in the BMWF, gimmick matches suck! A straight out singles match is what the fans want to see, they want to see two warriors inside the squared circle fighting it out pound for pound, singles matches are what sorts the men out from the boys and I'm bringing single one-on-one matches back into the BMWF and back into professional wrestling! You guys put the likes of Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair and Ricky Steamboat to shame, those men were 'wrestlers' not 'sports-entertainers', they step into the ring to wrestle not moan and groan about how much air-time their recieving or how big the article about them was in the latest Total Wrestling magazine. Tonight is a prime example of what I'm talking about, a main event of a 'wrestling' show should be a 'wrestling' match. Tonights main event is a Cage Match!

(The crowd cheer as Nick looks in disgust.)

Kincaid: This trash makes me sick to the stomach. How on God's green Earth can you people cheer! A Cage Match!! A CAGE MATCH!! It's disgraceful to the wrestling industry, guys like Ricky Steamboat and Dynamite Kid were true wrestlers who were shattered when this hardcore rubbish came along and took over the world of wrestling. It makes me sick and I'm sure it makes Ricky, Dynamite Kid, Hogan, Flair and other legends of wrestling sick! I can also tell that the BMWF Directors of Talent also are sick of this Hardcore wrestling, that's the reason they signed me! To bring back the good old days! I am "The Near Future" Nick Kincaid, remember it!

(Nick Kincaid drops the microphone. "Out of Control" by Hoobastank starts to play again.

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(Kolic is shown in the back playing Soul Calibur 2 on his Gamecube, a look
of glee forming on his face as he bashes his opponents into the ground. A
knock is heard at the door.)

Kate: May I come in?

Kolic: Sure. *pauses game* What do you need?

Kate: I'm...well, concerned about how you're acting lately. You've gotten
more violent, it's starting to scare me.

Kolic: Yeah, I've been so frustrated lately. Sure, I've won three weeks in a
row, but those wins didn't matter. Two were against a new guy with an
attitude problem, and the other was an old vet with more rust than the
Titanic. I haven't won a title; I haven't even fought for one, not counting
my rematch for the Lightweight title tonight. I made sure to enter the
tournament for the U.S. Title, but I may not be able to win that. If I
don't...well, the sweet Kolic you know may no longer exist.

Kate: Don't talk that way! Remember, it's not about titles...

(Kolic quickly stands up, knocking his chair over)

Kolic: Then what is it about?!? I thought it was proving myself to the
morons of the world, but they can't take a hint! Not winning, that doesn't
prove anything unless there's a title involved! It is all about titles, the
only sense of accomplishment in this business! Listen to me, Kate. I will do
WHATEVER it takes to win the titles I want, even if it costs me my sanity!

(Kate, scared of Kolic's new attitude, runs from the room. Kolic stares at
the door, then sits back down at the Gamecube.)

Fade

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Howitzer

(The sounds of explosion and gunfire are heard rumbling over the PA, followed by the techno trill of Rammstein's "Freuer Frei." Strobe lights bathe the arena in flickering green light as Howitzer steps from behind the curtain and heads for the ring, wearing his hunter green wrestling shorts and black boots with his black, shrunk to fit "I DON'T LIKE YOU" t-shirt. Instead of high-fiving the fans at ringside like usual, Howitzer is wheeling a black metal case down to the ring. It is padlocked. Howitzer is wearing the key around his neck on a chain.)

J.R.: And we’ve got a dangerous situation on our hands now, King!

King: I’ll say, J.R.! Howitzer was viciously attacked my Myers last week on Bedlam, and now Howitzer is out for a little payback!

J.R.: Not just any payback, King...he says he wants Myers in a no-DQ, anything goes match, and you have to win by pounding your opponent so bad on the outside, he can’t climb back in the ring and continue the fight! This is gonna be violent, folks!

King: Howitzer says any weapons are fair game! This match might just get so twisted that it rivals the Hardcore tournament for sheer...bloody depravity! Don’t forget, everybody, Myers is not a sane individual! There’s nothing he won’t do to cause pain to another human being!

J.R.: Howitzer’s no walk in the park when he’s angry either! Which brings me to the question...what does he have in that metal box?? In my mind it’s gotta be some kind of weapon!

King: It’s not a bouquet of flowers, I can tell you that J.R.!

(Howitzer wheels the metal box over to the ringside table where Lily Garcia and the ring announcer are sitting. He takes the chain with the key on it off his neck and hands it to one of the ring technicians. Then he grabs a microphone and climbs into the ring. The crowd is ecstatic.)

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

(Howitzer waits a moment for the crowd to quiet down, and then begins to talk.)

HOWITZER: All right Myers, this is it you ugly son of a (BLEEP)! You know why I’m out here! You attacked me after my win over Levon Jones last week, and I’m here to pay it back! So no tricks, no gimmicks, no help from the Thoroughbreds...I’m callin’ you out. RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW, IN MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN!!

(The crowd roars.)

HOWITZER: You heard ‘em, Myers! It’s time to

HOWITZER & CROWD: LATHER UP AND SHAVE YOUR @$$!!!

(Howitzer discards the microphone and waits for Myers entrance in the middle of the ring.)
 

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Haddenfield...
Weighing in at 287 pounds...

Myers

(The stadium is quiet with anticipation, the lights dim, and Burzum's "Key
to the Gate" begins to play. Faces appear on the Bruiser-Tron, each more
depraved and weathered than the last. Myers steps out from behind the
curtains, standing tall on the podium, gazing intensely at an awaiting
Howitzer. He stretches his arms, checks his boot, and walks down towards the
ring.)

J.R.: Has Myers forgotten this is a No DQ match? Any weapons are legal... He
hasn't brought any.

King: Either this freak wants to display his brute physical strength, or
he's as dead as Dillenger when he gets in that ring.

J.R.: Howitzer has an arsenal in that ring and all that Myers has brought
with him is that ridiculous grin of his.

King: Maybe Myers' weapon is witchcraft?

J.R.: I hardly think Myers is the Harry Potter type King.

King: No, he's witchcraft is more of the eat-your-heart-out-alive type
variety.

(Myers reaches the ring. Loosening his shoulders he pans the ringside
audience for any sign of abnormality, content, he slides into the ring.)

J.R.: I think Myers has something on his mind.

(Myers picks an awaiting hand mike up off the ring apron.)

Myers: I'm going to keep this short. and sweet. But the match... Howitzer,
is going to be long and intense... You're going to feel pain you didn't know
existed, in places you can't name. Howitzer, Hell is not a place. It's an
image of my face.

(Myers tosses the mike to the ring announcer, standing outside the ring.)

*DING DING*

(Howitzer and Myers lock up. Myers whips Howitzer into the ropes and goes for a big boot to the face, but misses. Howitzer stops short and headbutts Myers.)

J.R.: Headbutt from Howitzer! That’s pretty much how this match is gonna go folks! Not a lot of ring science, a whole lot of brawling!

King: These two guys are so big the ring’s going to start shaking!

J.R.: The two men trading lefts and rights...Howitzer blocks Myers, OH! And a German suplex! Myers momentarily down here...where’s Howitzer going?

(Howitzer slides out of the ring and reaches under the ring apron. He pulls out a baseball bat.)

King: Uh oh! This sure didn’t take long! Less than a minute into this thing and the first weapon’s drawn!

(Howitzer slides back into the ring and stands behind Myers as he gets to his feet. He cocks the bat at his shoulder, and just as Myers stands, slams the bat into the back of Myers right knee.)

J.R.: OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE THAT? Howitzer just capped Myers with the baseball bat! It’s a humdinger!

King: Cubs win! Cubs win!

(Myers drops to his good knee. Howitzer takes another swing at the injured one, and strikes it again and again.)

J.R.: Howitzer is going to cripple Myers, King, he’s gonna cripple him! This match went from zero to brutal faster than any match in recent memory!

(Howitzer attempts another swing, but Myers brings his arm up and blocks him, grabbing the barrel of the bat and yanking it from Howitzer’s hands. He tosses the bat out of the ring. Howitzer is visibly surprised at Myers’ strength, but quickly recovers his composure.)

King: Myers just took the bat right out of Howitzer’s hands! He’s gonna be a tough monster to bring down!

(Myers struggles to his feet. He is visibly favoring his left leg.)

J.R.: But he can barely walk, King! Howitzer’s measuring him up...picks up Myers - look at this display of strength, King - fallaway slam! What impact!

(Howitzer picks Myers up by the neck and tosses him over the top rope to the outside. He stomps on Myers viciously, then yanks him to his feet and rams his head into the steel post. Blood starts to pour from Myers’ forehead.)

King: Myers is busted open J.R.!


J.R.: He sure is King... there’s blood everywhere! I can’t believe the pure force of Howitzer’s onslaught. Myers is visibly reeling, surprised by the fast, brutal nature of this contest.

King: Look, Myers is smiling J.R.

(Myers staggers to his feet, gripping the ring apron for support. Myers chuckles, staring dead ahead at the poised Howitzer.)

J.R.: I have a feeling this contest is only just beginning King.

(Myers and Howitzer lock up on the floor outside the ring. Blood drips from Myers’ forehead, meshing with the sweet on Howitzer’s shoulder. Myers connects with a knee to the midsection, Howitzer sighs, catching his breath.)

King: LOW BLOW! Myers just hit Howitzer, clean in the ole’ onion sack.

J.R.: Well, this match is No DQ King, anything goes – and I’m sure tonight it will.

(Howitzer falls to his knees, attending to his merchandise. Myers pulls Howitzer to his feet, by his hair.)

J.R.: PILEDRIVER! Howitzer is rolling around, uncontrollably, on the mat!

(Myers pulls himself to his feet. He pulls away the outside padding, heaving it into the crowd, revealing the cement floor. Myers pulls out a ladder from underneath the ring, setting it up on the outside floor.)

King: Howitzer is getting back to his feet J.R!

(Myers spots Howitzer, now standing on one leg. Myers rushes at his competitor, connecting with a running clothesline. Howitzer falls, his head crashing with the side railing. )

J.R.: Myers is standing over Howitzer, grinning. Myers has brushed Howitzer’s original assault off with ease King.

(Myers pulls Howitzer to his feet, again. Drags him over to the revealed cement floor, DDT!)

King: Howitzer is not moving!

(Myers climbs the ladder, stands on the top, signaling to the crowd.)

J.R.: Devil’s Leg Drop from the top rung of the ladder! His leg collided heavily across Howitzer’s throat!

(Myers rolls the near unconscious Howitzer back into the ring - Myers follows - Myers tosses Howitzer into the ropes, catching him in stride, and throwing Howitzer down hard with a thundering powerslam.)

King: Myers is clearly in control here J.R.

(Myers struts the ring, resting comfortably against the corner turnbuckle. Howitzer gets back to his feet, dazed. Myers throws a right hand.)

J.R.: Howitzer blocked it! He’s back King.

(Howitzer with a right, left… and right again. Myers is reeling, back peddling. Howitzer has him against the ropes. Howitzer attempts a vertical suplex.)

King: AAAHH! Myers is holding the ropes J.R. Howitzer can’t lift him.

J.R.: FINAL RECKONING! Howitzer walked right into it!

(Myers slides outside the ring, tosses the ladder over the ropes, into the ring, and grabs a ringside steel chair.)

J.R.: Howitzer still isn’t moving King.

(Myers slides back into the ring. Setting up the ladder in the center of the ring. Myers drops the steel chair next to Howitzer and begins climbing up the ladder, dragging the semi-unconscious Howitzer behind him.)

J.R.: Both men are on top of the ladder.

King: This can’t be good.

J.R.: FINAL RECKONING OFF THE LADDER ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!

King: That’s like an eight-or nine-foot drop onto a steel chair! Both men are not moving. What’ll happen next?

(Both men lie in pain, twitching and stretching, trying to regain composure and consciousness.)

J.R.: There is blood gushing from a wide cut above Howitzer’s brow, where his head collided with the steel chair.

King: Myers just sat up! That’s spooky!

J.R.: He’s spooky King, all kinds, sprinkled with plenty of extra spook!

King: Howitzer is using the ropes to get back to his feet. Myers hasn’t seen him J.R.

J.R.: He will soon though King.

(Howitzer staggering across the ring stumbles towards Myers. Myers leaps to his feet, wise to Howitzer’s approach. Myers picks Howitzer up, and tosses him over the ropes to the outside, his throat slamming across the side railing.)

J.R.: Howitzer is having problems breathing on the outside King. The grin hasn’t left Myers’ face.

(Myers dives over the ropes, hurdling into the limp body of Howitzer. Fans pass a baseball bat back through the crowd towards the ring. Myers tears the bat from the grasp of a young fan.)

J.R.: NO! Myers is swinging the bat without mercy into the chest of Howitzer. The man is already having troubles breathing! This assault can’t be helping.

King: I’d say not J.R. Blood is pouring from wounds on both wrestlers!

(Myers breaks the bat in half with his bare hands. He tosses the bat back into the crowd, sliding Howitzer back into the ring - Myers follows.)

(Howitzer, with a desperate flail of his arm, delivers a hard right to Myers’ face, which is covered in blood. Howitzer sucks in a deep, labored breath and grabs Myers, then hits a facebuster.)

J.R.: Facebuster! Look at that King! There’s a pool of blood where Myers’ face hit the canvas! Howitzer brings him back up...powerslam! Myers looks like he’s on another planet! Now what the hell is Howitzer doing? What is in his mind?

(Howitzer rolls Myers out of the ring. Myers collapses in a heap. Howitzer goes under the ring again and pulls out an unidentified object made of metal piping and some kind of leather. He unfolds it, revealing it to be a wheelchair.)

King: It’s a wheelchair, J.R.! What is this about?

(Howitzer rolls the wheelchair over to a nearly unconscious Myers and hoists Myers into the seat. He then goes back under the ring and pulls out a garbage can and a big tangle of razor wire.)

King: A bat, a ladder, a garbage can, razor wire, a WHEELCHAIR...is there a Home Depot underneath the ring that we don’t know about?

J.R.: Folks, at this point, I feel obliged to ask that if you have small children in the room, please make them leave...I don’t know what Howitzer is up to, but that garbage can and razor wire can’t be a recipe for anything but brutality.

(Howitzer roughly puts the razor wire on Myers head, and then slams the garbage can over Myers head, digging the razor wire into Myers bloody scalp and obscuring Myers from the shoulders up. He starts wheeling Myers up the ramp.)

King: Oh my god...somebody might want to stop this. This is shocking.

(Howitzer reaches the top of the ramp. He takes the garbage can off Myers’ head. Myers face is completely covered in red. Even his lips are barely visible under the liquid mask of crimson. Howitzer takes the razor wire off Myers’ head and wraps it around the garbage can. He drops the garbage can wrapped in razor wire off the top of the ramp to the ground.)

J.R.: Oh no...Howitzer don’t do it! Myers may be sick and deranged but he’s still a human being! Howitzer’s rolling the wheelchair to the edge of the ramp...I almost can’t watch this...oh my god he did it! He did it! He just dumped Myers off the top of the stage! That’s a ten foot drop!

(Howitzer pitches the wheelchair forward, throwing Myers off the stage. Myers hurtles towards the ground and lands front-first with a sickening thud on the metal garbage can wrapped in razor wire. A million cuts spring up on his upper body, and he lays on the ground, unmoving. Howitzer turns around and walks back towards the ring.)

J.R.: Oh my god...well, this has got to be over, folks. All that’s left for Howitzer to do is to climb back into the ring and let the referee count to ten, and mercifully end this thing for Myers. Wait a minute, where’s he going?

(Howitzer, rather than climbing back into the ring, goes around it to the ring technician area and holds his hand out. One of the techs hands Howitzer his chain with the key on the end. Howitzer walks over to his black metal box.)

King: Hasn’t Howitzer done enough?! What’s in that box?

(Howitzer unlocks the box and throws it open. He lifts out an apparatus composed of a small gas tank, a hose, and a long perforated metal tube with a trigger. A small flame is burning at the end of the tube. The crowd erupts.)

J.R.: Holy Moses! Is that a flame-thrower?? IS THAT A FLAME-THROWER??? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

King: What’d he do, just keep it after he left the Marines??

(Howitzer straps the gas tank to his back and takes the gun component in his right hand and walks towards Myers at the bottom of the stage area. He stops in shock as he sees that Myers is stirring, slowly pulling himself off the barbed-wire garbage can and attempting to get to his feet. His entire body is drenched in blood. Howitzer yells with fury.)

J.R.: Myers is trying to get to his feet! How is Myers even conscious?? Howitzer can’t believe it!

(Myers gets on his feet, propping himself up by leaning against the stage wall. Then, Howitzer pulls the trigger on the flamethrower. A long streamer of fire shoots out, enveloping Myers. Howitzer keeps pouring it on for almost ten seconds. Myers flails his limbs and screams in agony as the hellish flames envelop him. Howitzer finally backs off the trigger and the flame dies out. Myers is still on fire.)

CROWD: HOLY (BLEEP)! HOLY (BLEEP)! HOLY (BLEEP)! HOLY (BLEEP)!

J.R.: Howitzer did it! He actually did it, he set Myers on fire! Myers is slumped against the stage wall! Get the EMTs out here now! Somebody get the EMTs out here! We need a doctor!

(Howitzer walks back towards the ring and climbs inside. He shakes the shocked referee and yells at him to count. The ref makes the ten count as EMTs rush out from the back with fire extinguishers and put Myers out. Howitzer is announced the winner.)

J.R.: Folks, Howitzer wins the match, but Myers...Myers might be dead...we’ve got to go to a commercial while Myers get some medical attention. Bedlam will be right back.

King: Oh my God.

(FADE TO COMMERCIAL)

 

Out of the ruins (Scotty Scott is seen coming out of the ruins of DDT's old church)
Out from the wreckage (Scotty is seen pushing through the rubble)
Can't make the same mistake this time (Scotty is seen attacking Tyrone Smith)
We are the children (Scotty is seen with children)
The last generation (Scotty is seen working with some guys in an unnamed train facility)
We are the ones they left behind (Scotty is seen standing in the middle of the ring with his faced covered in blood)
And i wonder when we are ever gonna change it (Scotty is seen holding up a sign made by a fan)
Living under the fear till nothing else remains (Scotty is seen looking Master Z nose to nose)

We don't need another hero (Scotty is seen walking out of the BMWF Arena with his hands raised high)
We don't need to know the way home (Scotty is seen getting on a jet heading back to Strugis)
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome (Scotty is seen exitting the Hell in a Cell)

Looking for something we can rely on (Scotty is seen with more children)
There's got to be something better out there (Master Z is seen)
Love and compassion, their day is coming (Scotty is seen standing beside Tyrone Smith back when Tyrone was first starting out)
All else are castles built in the air (The Brotherhood is seen standing together)
And i wonder when we are ever gonna change it (Scotty is seen recently at the Mall of America with fans at an autograph stand)
Living under the fear till nothing else remains (The Urban Legends are seen)
All the children say (Fans are seen holding up signs with Scotty Scott's name on them)

We don't need another hero (Scotty Scott is seen with his hand raised once more)
We don't need to know the way home (Scotty Scott is seen riding a pale horse into the sunset)
All we want is life beyond the thunderdome (Scotty is seen throwing Ash off the Hell in a Cell)

What do we do with our lives (Scotty is seen in the early part of Lowedown's career)
We leave only a mark (Scotty is seen powerbombing Razor Mathews through a flaming table)
Will our story shine like a life (Scotty is seen in multiple shots holding the World, Interconential, US, TV, Hardcore, and World Tag Team titles)
Or end in the dark (Scotty Scott is seen placing a chair around Tyrone's arm)
Give it all or nothing (Scotty is seen with a crimson face)

JR: What was that, King?

KING: I don't know, but I hope the record companies don't read these shows! I hate to get sued by both them and WWE!

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 (Pomp and Circumstance plays and out walks the lovely Misty Rivers in her evening gown. She makes her way to the ring and the crowd is booing but some men are whistling as she enters the ring.)

Misty: I have come out here tonight to address a few issues. Number one is where my fiance' Tobey Miliken is at. You see, Tobey has had some death threats this past week and he won't be here till it is time for his scheduled match with Lowedown later tonight.
Number two. There will be Tobey Miliken impersonators here tonight to help protect my fiance' the lovely and talented, the REAL DEAL.Tobey Miliken. So any attacks you see tonight on Tobey, may or may not be real attacks. Remember Tobey is from Hollywood and he does have stunt doubles.
Number three. I had nothing to do with Tobey's attack on Flame last week. I didn't even know that Tobey was going to do such a violent attack. So to Flame, I am sorry about your injuries. I know that you are feeling bad and bruised and all, but please believe me when I say that I had nothing to do with your attack.
Now tonight I plan on walking back there in the back and making a public apology to Flame myself. And I want you all to watch as I do so.

(Misty leaves the ring and the camera follows behind her as she makes her way to the back. She goes back to the catering area and see's Flame and walks up to her.)

Misty: Flame, in front of all of these people here in Milwaukee I want to let you know that I am truly, deeply sorry for what happened last week and I assure you that I had nothing to do with it. As a matter of fact I have told Tobey what a huge mistake he made and.

(While Misty is talking someone attacks her from behind and the camera falls and all we see are feet moving about and the screams of a woman.)

King: What happened?

J.R.: I am being told that someone has attacked our camera man and that we have lost all connection with Misty and Flame.

King: Obviously a member of the Church has taken out Misty.

J.R.: Well, what goes around comes around.

King: Don't say that J.R.

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(The Bruisertron lights up turning from black to white.  Words appear on screen accompanied by the voice of Ezekiel “THE TRUTH KNOWS NO BOUNDS.  NEXT WEEK IN RING THE TRUTH WILL BEGIN THE INQUISITION.  NO STONE WILL BE LEFT UNTURNED, THE TRUTH WILL BE TOLD”)
 
King: What, he wrestles in the ring and now wants an interview segment?
 
JR: Well done King, you’ve become quite perceptive!

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Starkville, MS...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Rogue Morello

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

PA: LOOKIN BACK AT ME!!

(Pyro’s shoot from the stage and explode in the air as Crossfade’s Cold blares from the speakers. Witherspoon walks out onto the stage and points around the crowd as light cheering is heard, amidst some boos.)

JR: Witherspoon shocked the world when, just as it seemed he was turning a new leaf, he joined back with Axe, and Eco-System. Perhaps we have seen that the Minnesota Madman’s blood lust cannot be quenched!

King: What? He’s just backing his friends.

(Witherspoon walks to the ring and slides in, going to each turnbuckle in turn, and slapping his fist against his chest and spreading his arms out. After he does that for each one he jumps down and rips his shirt off. Blue pyro’s shoot from the turnbuckles and he tosses his shirt into the crowd.)
 

*DING DING*


JR: Witherspoon and Rouge Morello have locked up in the center of the ring.

Witherspoon pushes Rouge into the turn buckle and lays a few slaps on his chest

Witherspoon suplexes Rouge from the top rope

.Witherspoon lock an arm bar on Rouge

Rouge fights his way out.

King: This kid is going to have a schooling by fire JR!

JR: Witherspoon German Suplexes Rouge

Witherspoon hits a head but

Witherspoon follows up with a haymaker to the gut

Witherspoon slams Rouge into the mat with a crucifix

The crowd is getting behind Spoon

Spoon makes to cover, hooking the leg

1…2… kickout!


JR: Rouge and Witherspoon are battling in the ring

Witherspoon throws Rouge into the ring hard

Witherspoon drags Rouge into the middle of the ring and locks in a Boston Crab

Rouge morello screams in pain

Rouge tries to fight out

The ref asks rouge if he wants to quit

Rouge shakes his head no

Rouge tries to make it to the ropes

Witherspoon drags him back to the center of the ring

Witherspoon leans back

Rouge screams in pain, his hand hovering above the mat

King: Tap Rouge!! Tap!

JR: Rouge fights his way to the ropes and grabs on

Witherspoon drops the hold

Witherspoon throws Rouge into the turn buckle

Witherspoon slams his shoulder into Rouge’s back

Witherspoon pulls Rouge to the center of the ring

BINNED! Witherspoon has locked in Binned!

The crowd is cheering loudly for Witherspoon

King: It’s all over JR!

JR: Rouge is fighting!

The ref asks if Rouge wants to quit! Rouge tapped out! Rouge tapped out to the binned!

*DING DING*

Lilly: The winner…. Witherspoon!

PA: LOOKIN BACK AT ME!

(Crossfade’s Cold plays as Witherspoon jumps up onto a turnbuckle and raises his fist in the air as the crowd cheers. He hops off the ropes and walks back stage)
>>.

J.R.: Fans, we've just received the latest on Myers' condition.

(Cut backstage to where ambulance officers wheel a bandaged Myers towards an
awaiting ambulance, outside the arena.)

J.R.: Michael Bole is monitoring the situation as it develops. Michael.

(Michael Bole rushes closely behind Myers' stretcher, adjusting his
earpiece, and brushing past curious onlookers.)

Bole: The condition is very critical J.R., Myers has burns to over eighty
percent of his upper body and lower torso, and there is some suggestion that
he may not last the trip to the hospital.

(Myers' stretcher reaches the ambulance. The ambulance's backdoors are swung
open from the inside, and ambulance staff lifts the stretcher aboard.)

King: Has Myers spoken at all Michael?

Bole: Ah, not to my knowledge King, he is completely out of it from what
I've witnessed here.

J.R.: Any response from Howitzer at all?

Bole: No, he has not been seen since the savage attack.

(The ambulance doors are shut, the siren sounds, security motions the
growing crowd back and the ambulance speeds off, towards the hospital.)

King: Some would call it retribution.

Bole: Sorry king, but I fail to see how potentially killing a man is
justifiable.

J.R.: It was Myers, we don't even know if he is a man.

(The Press chase after the ambulance, on foot, snapping photos as they run.)

Bole: At this point I think only time will determine both Myers' and
Howitzer's fate. I'm going to follow the ambulance to the hospital and
hopefully file a report on Myers' condition before the end of tonight's
program.

J.R.: We'll be right back fans.

(The scene opens in the arena parking lot. Tamer is sitting on a crate.
Tamer has a box sitting next to him. Tamer looks over at the camera.)

Tamer: Harry.This is where you brutalized me before our last encounter. Not
this exact place of course. But here in a parking lot. You destroyed my car
and nearly killed me. For one very simple reason.

(Tamer stands up.)

Tamer: You wanted to win the Intercontinental title, my title. You even
followed that up by cheating in the match to get the victory.  All that for
the gold. Yet now you find your self knee deep my friend. This match is
against the two men you were trying to avoid. To retain you have to take out
Dreadnaught and Me. You must eliminate us both. Granted we must do the same.
But you're the champ. You have all the advantages so I mean..Oh wait that's
right. You have no advantages. Like I said before, this match is in our
hands. I get the first stipulation. Now I came here to announce my
stipulation. Because this is so fitting.

(Tamer looks around the parking lot smiling.)

Tamer: This is the perfect stipulation. It is perfect. With this stip Harry
you will get payback, what you deserve. The stipulation for the first fall
of the elimination Intercontinental title triple threat is.

(Tamer pauses. Tamer reaches into the box.)

Tamer: A P.

(Tamer pulls a chain out from the box.)

Tamer:  Perfect match, A Chain match, the match that I won to win my first
singles title, the match that I beat Tyrone Smith in. This is how it will
work Harry. On your left wrist will be a ten foot chain that will be
connected to Dreadnaughts right wrist. And.on your right wrist will be
another ten foot chain connected to my left wrist.

(Tamer wraps the chain around his fist.)

Tamer: You better be prepared.

(Tamer smiles as we fade.)

>>>

(The camera opens outside Ash’s locker room in the back.  Ash is standing  with his arms crossed across his black “Outlaw” shirt.  He starts speaking…)

Ash:  You see there comes a time in every man’s life when he’s gotta stand up, grab that proverbial bull by the horns and shape his own destiny.  You gotta wake up and smell the coffee, you gotta give 110 percent. 

(Ash laughs to himself.)

Ash:  You know, to hear the clichés tossed about here sometimes, you’d think this was a football locker room in some B movie where the home team is down 3 touchdowns and is insighted to victory by a rousing speech.  But in all honesty, to quote another overused phrase, talk is cheap.  You see there is a lot of talk around, but when it all clears out, there isn’t a lot of follow up.  Which brings me to my main point, Mafioso.  You see this little guy is sure full of bullets, but doesn’t have a lot where it counts, between the ears.  Actually if you believe the locker room talk he doesn’t have a lot in other places to, but that’s neither here nor there.  Look, Mafioso, I’ve shown that you can’t run in the same circles as me, and you should frankly be glad that I let you grace the same space as me. 

(Ash get a slightly less amusing looking on his face and gets serious.)

Ash:  Mafioso, you acted against me, and I gave you the same back to you.  I had considered us square, but you’re going to continue to run your little word hole and dig yourself deeper and deeper.  I’m not going to sit around and allow you to pretend that you have run of this place at my expense.  You seem to be begging to be taught a lesson, so I guess it’s up to me to do the job.

(Ash turns to head into his locker room and looks back.)

Ash:  And Ezekiel.. I’m not overlooking you tonight, I’m just not looking at you at all.

(Ash turns and heads into the locker room.)


>>>
 

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, Lowedown has just arrived here in the Bradley arena tonight and he appears to be all ready for his match up here tonight!

King:He's ready for Tobey's execution! I still can't believe that he did that to a woman!

JR:Well, if I know Lowedown like I think I do...he's not going to give Tobey any breathing room here tonight!

King:I wonder if Tobey will be even breathing after tonight is over?

JR:Folks, let's go backstage to where Michael Bole is waiting for Lowedown. Michael, are you there?

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Michael Bole standing outside the parking lot awaiting the arrival of Lowedown. As the cameraman looks towards the parking lot, a large black vehicle begins to pull forward. Michael begins to walk forward and relaizes that it is a hearse drving towards him. Michael Bole suddenly stops in his tracks and watches the car pull up towards him. Lowedown steps out of the driver's seat wearing an all black suit. Flame steps out of the passenger seat wearing a black dress and a veil. Dozer slides out of the back of the hearse dressed similarly to his brother and picks up the collection box and carries it with him. Michael Bole nervously makes his way over to Lowedown who has an angered expression on his face...)

King:You know I have not seen Lowedown smile all week!

JR:He's going to smile once he gets Tobey in the ring!

(Michael Bole brings the microphone up and attempts an interview...)

Bole:Lowedown, after wha transpired last week at the hands of Tobey Miliken and what he did to you wife, what kind of wrestling match can we expect here tonight?

(Lowedown looks down slowly at Michael Bole and brings up Bole's hand up to his mouth...)

Lowedown:There is not going to be a match here tonight. Michael, tonight there is going to be a funeral. A funeral for that sonofableep Tobey and even knows he's not safe here tonight! Tonight, the people of Milwaukee will not pay tribute to this man. The people of Milwaukee will cheer for the death of Tobey Miliken.

Bole:Are you serious? You talk about this as if you were serious about all this.

(Lowedown pauses as he leans into Bole's face and forces him to take a step back...)

Lowedown:I have never been more serious about anything else in my life. Let me tell you something about Tobey Miliken. Miliken ceased to exist the moment he touched her. The moment he hurt my wife, I made it my mission to end his world. He even had the audacity to use my wife as a public urinal! MY WIFE IS NOT A URINAL BLEEP D@MNIT! My wife is an angel who deserves to be treated with respect around here and Tobey BLEEPED it all up! And in turn, made his life cease to be! Bole, normally I am a man of many words. Normally, I could throw a speech a mile wide and make this a ten minute moment, but that's not going to happen here tonight.

Bole:What are you going to do to him then?

Lowedown:You know what I will do for you Michael? I am going to tell you and only you exactly what I am going to do. But, you cannot tell another soul. Lying is a sin Bole.

Bole:I can't tell anyone?

Lowedown:I wouldn't want to cross me. Would you want to cross me Bole?

Bole:Well I...

(Lowedown pulls Michael Bole close to him and begins to whisper in his ear about his plans for tonight. Bole's eyes widen as he is in shock at what Lowedown is telling him. After a minute goes by, Lowedown finally pulls back and looks at a pale faced Bole who almost drops the microphone in fear...)

Lowedown:Not a word Bole.

Bole:N...N...Not a problem.

(Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame leave Michael Bole standing in the parking lot as the King tries to talk to Michael Bole...)

King:BOLE! BOLE! What did he say?!? What did he say?!?

Bole:I...I...can't say. I'd get in trouble. All I can say is that if anyone has small children watching this program, they should have them leave the room during that match. Back to you King!

(The Bruisertron shuts off as J.R and the King look at each other in confusion..)

JR:Whatever Lowedown said to Michael Bole sure has him spooked King.

King:Well, maybe it was Lowedown's breath! HAHAHA!