Date : 8/2/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Gund Arena Cleveland OH

(The show opens inside the Gund Arena Cleveland OH. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Gund Arena Cleveland OH! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a PPV we had last week! The identity of the mysterious Hush was revealed to be none other than former BMWF champion Maverick!

KING: Yeah! It's great to see Maverick back again!

JR: And tonight Tyrone Smith and Tamer team up against Box and White Lightning!

KING: Well, I hear that Box is nowhere near the arena. He's just one of several who decided to quit all of a sudden.

JR: Tonight's main event could be the beginning of Tyrone Smith and Tamer's
Tag Team career.

KING: Didn't they start their career two weeks ago against Eco-System?

JR: Well, that's true, but...

(The lights in the arena go out)

PA: If we only knew the truth about it...
Maybe we could work a way around it...

(Red pyro shoots from the stage. It holds as "The Truth" by Nonpoint plays
over the PA system)

PA: IF WE ONLY KNEW THE TRUTH ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!
MAYBE WE COULD WORK A WAY AROUND IT!!!!!!!!!

(A wall of flames engulfs the red pyro and covers the stage complete for a
few seconds. When the first verse kicks in the wall dies, revealing Tamer
and Tyrone standing on the stage, arms raised)

JR: Speak of the devils, it looks like we will begin tonight's show with a
public announcement from the challengers for the Tag Titles.

(The crowd cheers as Tyrone and Tamer make their way to the ring. Tyrone
still sporting the World Title belt over his shoulder and Tamer has an
unusual look of anger on his face. The two men enter the ring and raise
their arms, acknowledging the crowd. Tyrone is handed a mic for a crew
member)

Tyrone: Cleveland, Ohio... home of such scum as Master Z, Jay-B, an'
Mav'rick... da original Brotha'hood!

(Small crowd pop)

Tyrone: Speakin' of da scum of da world, Mav'rick!!! (Crowd boos). Firs' of
all, lemme just say, "Welcome Back, Batman"... Second, I'm gonna break yer
(beep)in' neck an' legs by da time I'm done witcha...

(Tamer grabs the mic from Tyrone)

Tamer: WHEN WE'RE DONE WITH YOU BOTH!!!! You AND Lowedown... You won't even
remember the day you were born. I'm gonna make sure you two finally pay up.
This BULL*BLEEP* from you two stops now I'm *bleep*ing tired of it. You run
around and play you're little games. But as you know WE DON'T PLAY! Maverick
I don't care how you've returned! Lowedown No one cares if you're in the
house. From now on...THIS IS OUR HOUSE!! By the time you two *bleep*'es
realize the mistakes you've made...YOU WONT EVEN HAVE YOUR LIVES LEFT!!!

(Tamer hands the mic back to Tyrone. Tyrone stares amazed at his tag
partner, who is now leaning in the ring corner, panting with rage)

JR: Oh my, powerful words from Tamer.

Tyrone: Yeah, what he said... Wow... Ya know, I'm not surprised at all 'bout
dis. Not really, at least. I mean, I shook Seth's hand an' I squashed da
beef. Dat son of a (beep) really had me believe dat he was cool, dat he
wasn't da spineless two-faced (beep)a I've t'ought he was for da past two
years. An' just when I trusted Lowe, he once again pulls a 180 an' burns me
again. Dat didn't shock me, however. I mean, once a lil' punk (beep), ALWAYS
a lil' punk (beep)!

(Crowd pop)

Tyrone: I'm not even shocked dat Hush ended up being Mav'rick. Hell, I'm
GLAD 'twas Mav'rick! I've been lobbyin' to get him back in dis federation
ever since LOWEDOWN stabbed us in da back an' good ol' Batty dipped out.
What confuses me is...

WHAT DA RASS BLOUSE AN' SKIRT DID I (beep)IN' DO, MAV'RICK?!!

JR: That's a very good question. Maverick left the federation on good terms
with Tyrone.

Tyrone: We was dawgs, man. I went to bat wit' an' for ya in da past, man. We
were gonna be da leaders of da federation, Ya, me an' Ash, after Lowe
ditched us for Z. I (beep)in' would've never expected dis (beep) from ya,
brotha... (holds up the World Title) but I guess wit' da new hardware comes
new enemies. An' dat perfectly fine wit' me...

(Tamer stands up and begins to walk back over to Tyrone)

Tyrone: To US!!

(Tamer leans back in the corner once more. He puts his hand to his chin as
though he's thinking deeply)

Tyrone: An' dat's why we're out here. T'night, yer gonna see a new force to
be (beeped) wit'. Dey always say "Wit' every end comes a new beginnin'" an'
dat's exactly what y'all is lookin' at. A new beginnin' for Tamer an'
myself. For da last year, I've listened to people (beep)in' an' moanin'
'bout how da vets, da ol' men, da top dawgs of da fed were tryin' to run
everyt'in'. I've always shot down an' denied dem rumors, but now...

(Tyrone turns and grins at Tamer who nods back to him)

Tyrone: All we gotta say is "Ya get what ya ask for"...

JR: What is he talking about?

Tyrone: Startin' t'night, my brotha Tame-izzle an' I will bring da New
Monopoly to town. Microsoft ain't gonna hold a (beep)in' stick to us when
we're done. Don't get da script flipped; I AM an' ALWAYS WILL BE da Top Dawg
in da yard. But I know dat one day, I ain't gonna be here.

(Crowd boos)

Tyrone: An' 'tis time I appoint an heir to my t'rone of BMWF Bad Ass! Tamer
looks to be just da right man for da job. He's proven to me countless times
dat he's ready to roll in da big league.

(crowd cheers)

Da way we look at it, I've got da World Title, we 'bout to destroy Boxerella
an' Da Beige Flicker for da Tag Title. I know Tamer's gonna grab himself
some more gold. Oh, an' Seth... Run yer (beep) 'bout how I got lucky winnin'
da world title. I'll show how "Lucky" I am winnin' da Hardcore Title off ya.
My advice to ya, let Axe beat ya t'night... It'll save ya da massive blood
loss later.

(Tyrone winks to the camera)

Tyrone: We won't stop until we control EVERY piece of gold in dis d@mn
federation!!

(Tamer walks up to Tyrone and whispers something in Tyrone's ear. Tyrone
nods)

Tyrone: EVERY piece of gold, EXCEPT da Light Heavyweight belt. We ain't
"light", so to speak... an' besides, Judge needs at least ONE t'ing he's
good at.

(Tyrone and Tamer start to laugh)

Tyrone: Cleveland... America... PEOPLE OF DA GLOBE!!!!!!

Y'all are lookin' at...

(Tyrone hands Tamer the microphone)

Tamer: THE BROTHERS...

...Of the Apocalypse...

(Tamer drops the mic and walks out of the ring as "The Truth" kicks back up.
Tyrone raises the World Title in the air as the crowd cheers. He then exits
the ring and follows Tamer up the ramp)

JR: The Brothers of the Apocalypse?

King: Sounds like yet ANOTHER control-hungry group. First it was the
Brotherhood, then the bWo, and now... Tyrone and Tamer??? HAHA!!!!!! They
have no chance in h...

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(A black 2000 Ducati Monster 750 rolls into the parking lot. The rider gives away his identity away instantly as he is shown with a black trench coat  draping itself over the rear portion of the motorcycle. It's driver, Maverick, dismounts the bike and grabs hold of a duffel bag sitting on the back,  then begins to head into the arena. Just then, a camera crew runs up and begins to tape the footage.)

Maverick: You guys never rest, do ya? Well look's like I've got the attention of everybody in the BMWF. I've made allies, and I've made enemies. This  isn't anything new to me. I've plowed through the ones I call foe and crushed the competition with those who join me. Z, something you fail, as you  usually do, to understand is that your legendary status only works against the grunts . . . whereas with me, I've beaten you, crushed you, humiliated  you . . . I dare you to come find me. I know you know how.

(Maverick opens the door to the arena, passing by an overweight security guard.)

Maverick: We both grew up in Cleveland. It runs through our veins.

(Maverick tilts his head slightly and strokes his goatee.)

Maverick: I know I've stirred you up quite a bit, not to say that I mind. Just thought I'd let you know . . . it's good to be back!

(Maverick begins to laugh as the scene fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Atlanta, Georgia...
Weighing in at 237 pounds...

"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Charlotte, NC...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Rod "The Truth" Killings

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!!
New Jackal goes for a chokehold, but Rod Killings counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
Rod Killings goes for the Hat Rack Crack, but New Jackal counters it with
a sunset flip.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
New Jackal runs into the ropes.
Rod Killings goes for a dropkick, but New Jackal side-steps and Rod Killings
only hits air.
New Jackal hits Rod Killings with a flying headbutt.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
New Jackal puts Rod Killings in a chokehold.
Joe Finch warns New Jackal to let go.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three, four.
New Jackal uses a flying headbutt on Rod Killings.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Rod Killings springs to his feet.
Rod Killings executes a hiptoss on New Jackal.
Rod Killings covers New Jackal.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
Rod Killings hits a spin kick on New Jackal.
Rod Killings hits New Jackal with a fallaway slam.
Rod Killings hits a dropkick on New Jackal.
Rod Killings attempts to place New Jackal on the turnbuckle, but New Jackal
blocks it.
Rod Killings runs into the ropes.
Rod Killings hits New Jackal with a kick.
Rod Killings hits New Jackal with a spin kick.
Rod Killings whips New Jackal into the ropes, but New Jackal reverses it.
Rod Killings and New Jackal get hit with a double clothesline.
Rod Killings nails New Jackal with an armdrag takedown.
Rod Killings attempts to place New Jackal on the turnbuckle, but New Jackal
blocks it.
Rod Killings takes New Jackal down with a spin kick.
Rod Killings uses a side suplex on New Jackal.
Rod Killings hits New Jackal with a superkick.
There are lots of chants for Rod Killings.
Rod Killings hits New Jackal with a flying legdrop.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Rod Killings runs into the ropes.
New Jackal hits Rod Killings with an elbow.
New Jackal smacks Rod Killings with a devastating clothesline .
New Jackal executes the Diving Headbutt on Rod Killings.
The chants for New Jackal are deafening.
New Jackal goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The chants for New Jackal are deafening.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is New Jackal!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(As the scene opens up we see a bandaged, bruised and battered Axe sitting in a darkened room with only the camera to illuminate his face. A  stream of blue smoke can be seen from his lit cigarette as he takes some long drags the camera zooming in to show the bandages, cuts and various  scars that exist on the BMWF superstar. There is silence for what seems like an eternity when finally Axe begins to speak...)
 
Axe: Lowe as I said before playtime's over. There is no more fun and games...no more happy victories...just pain and long stays in hospital beds  waiting for you. You won't have just one nurse attending to your wounds but a whole medical team as you lay there unconscious in an unstable  condition where your career is seriously jeopordized. Your wife will sit in the waiting room crying and feeling the unbelievable stress not knowing  when the doctor will appear and tell her the unfortunate news. Lowe...just like your former Church of Legends member Dreadnaught...you will join him  out for a VERY long time. I wasn't kidding when I said that this rematch tonight will be nothing like the one we had at the Pay-Per-View...your body  and mind will endure tortoreous pain...and you'll NEVER be the same again.
 
(Axe takes a few more drags before exhaling the smoke slowly.)
 
Axe: You may smile now happy with your newly won Hardcore championship but tonight your reign ends...and it comes over to a more deserving  champion...and the REAL champion as I was screwed over! I had your *Bleep* pinned! You were beaten! But I was pushed away...thought as  nothing...this thought burns deep into me and I can no longer stand it! You may respect me Lowe...but like I said at the Pay-Per-View...I HATE YOU!
 
Axe: I loathe you...despise you....and cannot stand you ever since you won that title! You make me sick how you walk around this place with  everyone adoring you! IT ALL STOPS! Your wife cannot help you....your brother cannot help you....your friends cannot help you....your stable mates  cannot help you....not even GOD can help you Lowe! Your in MY world...your going to need to dig really deep in order to shut me down...or else I will  keep coming back not only in your dreams but in your face...every time you brutally attack me I'll eventually stand back up! You CANNOT stop me!  And you most definitely CANNOT stop me from winning that title!
 
Axe: Your *Bleep* is coming over the Border...TO LONER'S LANDING! And when it's all said and done...when the smoke has cleared....and when the  blood has been spilt...the bones broken and the crowd shocked and terrified...I will have you on that apron for the  ONE..............TWO............THREE! Because remember Lowe hardcore matches are MY WORLD....MY HAVEN....AND......MY PLAYGROUND OF  DESTRUCTION!!!
 
(Axe suddenly disappears from the camera light as the scene slowly fades to black cutting to JR and King at the announce table.)
 
JR: I can't believe what we just heard folks! Axe seems to be taking this TOO far and I think he should be stopped before the match can even begin  or he might seriously injure Lowedown!
 
King: And that's a bad thing how? HA! HA!

>>>

(Aquatic, with her Woman's Title belt around her waist,  is drinking a Dunkin Donuts Coolata as she walks up to Inferno and Mineral who are wearing  Alonso Mourning and Yao Ming jerseys.)

Aquatic: Hey guys! Nice officially licenced NBA merchandise! And are those new sneakers?

Inferno: Why yes they are! (Inferno removes his shoe and puts it up to the camera.) They're G-UNIT sneakers! Much like what is playing in Inferno's  CD player right now!

Mineral: Gee, I wish D12 had a sneaker! After all, their CD is in my CD player right now as well!

Aquatic: You guys are as cool as this Dunkin Donuts Coolata!

Inferno: We're also keeping it real! And remember kids, it doesn't get any realer than Coca-Cola!

Guy offcamera: AND.STAR WIPE OUT! BEAUTIFUL!

(We pan back to see a camera crew picking up the equipment and leaving. Aquatic pulls a fistful of cahs out of her pocket, counts it, and hands it to  Mineral.)

Aquatic: I have to hand it to you guys.you pulled it off.

Mineral: YEP! Recouping our lost title bonus via endorsements. I am truly a genius.

Inferno: Yeah. Title situation. What are we going to do about that?

Aquatic: W hat do you mean?

Inferno: I mean, we got mugged by Dread and Reno, and even so, Box and White Lightning said we had only one shot.

Mineral: Don't worry about it. We'll get a shot as soon as the titles change hands. Which they very well might in the main event tonight!

Aquatic: Not that you guys would EVER try to fix that outcome! ESPECIALLY since your "friend" told you to try to make amends with Prime Time  through your deeds, if not an apology.

Inferno: Well, there's no Prime Time anymore.but we could still look favorably on Tyrone and Tamer.

Mineral: After we beat and bloodied them in a cage match last week that they won and tried to kill their friend?

Aquatic: YEAH!

Inferno: Good enough for me. Want to check the schedule?

Mineral: I don't know where it is.

Aquatic: I had Bruiser email it to me. Hold on, my new Nokia has AOL mail.

Inferno: Should we get more money for saying "Nokia"?

Aquatic: Hold on! (Aquatic reads her mail.) Ooh! I'm up like next, against Jacklyn J.

Mineral: Title or non-title?

Aquatic: Non-title. Oh that's good.you two have Howitzer and Nick Kincaid a little later, ask someone where in the lineup.

Inferno: All right. They wanted to face us after we ran them down on a drive-by, let's give them a shot.

Mineral: Somehow, I'm not quaking in my boots.

Aquatic: All right.here, Jarrett, take my cell phone. (Aquatic hands Inferno her cell phone and kisses him.) I'll see you in a little bit, all right?

Inferno: Yeah sure.

(Aquatic exits down the hallway as Inferno and Mineral walk off in another direction, counting the money from before.)

FADE

>>>

(The scene cuts to show Shane stepping out of his Black Ferrari Maranello.
He's walking towards the locker rooms when Joey Smiles cuts him off.)

Joey: Hey Shane whats up man?

Shane: Nothing gonna go get ready for my match tonight. I'm facing Reno
Fontayne, the skitzo. I mean they thought i was nuts this guy has three
different personality's.

Joey: Good point. One minute he's a Hardcore wrestler....

Shane: ... The next he's a Pretty boy concerned about his image...

Joey:.. And then a Preacher.

Shane: Yeah well it doesn't matter which version Reno wants to bring to the
ring tonight.

Joey: Why's that?

Shane: His hardcore wrestler won't stand toe to toe with me. The ogre
couldn't beta me at the payper-view. I toyed with him. The Pretty boy isn't
d@mn near as good looking as me so he'll get jealous and frustrated. And the
Preacher wants to try th gospel. Well lest just say after this match Reno
will meet his maker my friend. But like I said I gotta jet to get ready. I
will see you later my man.

(Shane walks off as the camera fades.)

>>>

Arrival to arena

 (The scene opens in the parking lot of Cleveland Ohio. A car pulls into the lot and rides into a dark corner. The car stops and the keys are pulled out.  The car door swings open and Kris CarMicheal walks out. He walks out of the lot and through a set of double doors. He walks down a hallway  towards his locker room. He approaches his door and opens it. As he walks in he is taken by surprise.)
 
Kris: MICHEAL BOLE???
 
Bole: Hey Kris, how are you this week.
 
Kris: I was doing fine until I saw your ugly mug. Who gave you permission to make your way into my locker room?
 
Bole: I figured that I was aloud to come in and talk to you.
 
Kris: FINE! What do you want then?
 
Bole: I wanted to get some words from you about your debut match.
Kris: Of course you do.
 
Bole: What do you think about your opponent Mark Lee?
 
Kris: Who, I'm sorry but I have never heard of the guy. As it seems to me, this guy mustn't be too popular. I have heard of many low card losers but  never of someone by the name Mark Lee.

Bole: Do you think that you can beat him?

Kris: Bole. Of course I can beat this guy. This will be no contest. Mark Lee may have been here longer then me but after tonight they will probably  fire him when I'm through.

Bole: Good luck th.

Kris: Luck? Luck? Why would I need luck against someone like this? Are you crazy Bole? Get out of my locker room before I make you get out!

(Kris shows Bole out of the locker room and slams the door behind him.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Clyde...
From Detroit, MI...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

Kris CarMicheal

(The bruisertron shows images of a city and then the words It's all downhill from here appear. Pyros explode from the edge of the stage and Kris  Walks onto the ramp.)

(Kris walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 227 pounds...

Mark Lee

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!!

JR: Kris starts fast and jumps at Mark Lee. He closelines Lee and he falls to the ground. Kris picks Lee up from the mat and throws him into the  corner. Kris follows Lee and attempts a running shoulder but is hit with a boot to the face.

KING: Uh oh, that didn't turn out as he planned did it.

JR: Apparently not. Lee goes to pick up Kris but is hit with an elbow to the face. Kris kicks Lee in the gut and does a tilt-a-whirl slam, He calls that  the Kickflip.

KING: I can see why, he did the kick and Lee went for the flip.

JR: That's right King, you're a fast one tonight.

KING: Hey!

JR: Kris picks up Lee and performs a DDT. Kris picks Lee up and kicks him in the gut again. He picks him up for a Tiger bomb and slams him down for  the pin.

KING: If you're so smart tonight then what's that one called.

JR: That's easy, it's the Collision Course, Kris's special.

KING: I see, of course, I was about to say that.

REF: One, Two, Three!

*DING DING*

LILLY: And your winner, Kris CarMicheal!

(Kris's arm is raised as he wipes his forehead. He lets go of the ref's arm and walks to the turnbuckle. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms in  victory as half of the crowd boos and the other half cheers.)

 JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(A yellow taxi-cab enters the parking lot and comes to a standstill near the entrance doors. The back door swings open and out steps 'The Near  Future' Nick Kincaid, dressed in a pair of black jogging pants and wearing a black t-shirt with the words "THE NEAR FUTURE" on the back and "NICK  KINCAID" on the front along with a pic of Kincaid. The taxi-cab man pops his bald head out of the window, he speaks in a rough, gritty voice.)

Taxi-cab Man: Hey, ya' forgot to pay.

Kincaid: *Sigh* How much?

Taxi-cab Man: Thirty dollars.

(Kincaid's eyes nearly pop out of his sockets, his heart nearly stops.)

Kincaid: Did you just say...

Taxi-cab Man: Thirty bucks! Ya' know, Thirty big D's, Dollars, money, cash, ka-ching...Capiche?

(Nick reaches into his pocket and pulls out thirty dollars worth of notes.)

Kincaid: There you go, now get lost you bald-headed bimbo.

(The taxi-cab drives off leaving Kincaid next to the entrance doors.)

Kincaid: Never ever taking a taxi again. Well, I'm here, 'The Near Future' is on a winning streak if I say so myself, I have not lost a match yet! I am  awesome. Is Lowedown on an undefeated streak? Nope! Is Tyrone Smith on an undefeated streak? Nope. Or is any other superstar on the BMWF  roster on an undefeated streak? N-to the-ope! Nick Kincaid, the BMWF legend, undefeated! Nobody is going to take me down. Not even my  opponents tonight....

(Nick Kincaid cockily walks in through the entrance doors.)

(Kris is seen walking through the curtains after his match with Mark Lee.)

Kris: Ha ha ha ha, I didn't even break a sweat. How's that for a debut BMWF. Watch out guys 'cause if you get in my way you will have to pay.  Remember this night as the night your warning was issued.

(Kris walks down the hall to his locker room to gather his stuff.)

>>>

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

Led to the ring by Inferno...
Fighting out of Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Aquatic

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

("American Psycho Part II" by  D12 plays pver the PA System as Aquatic comes out to an assortment of boos. She laughs wickedly in the blue light  and mist that engulfs her figure as she slowly walks.)

PA: I'm a little bit off the chain.call me insane, but the fact remains, that I'm a PSYCHO! (You know what? I AM crazy! Heh.as HELL!)

(Aquatic walks down to the ring apron, hops up to the ropes, and flips over them. She stands in the middle fo the ring and poses to a few hoots but  mostly boos. She twitches slightly in anger.)

PA: Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain, because I'm a PSYCHO!
(I'm bound to SNAP at any minute!)

(Aquatic reaches out for a microphone and is obliged as the music stops.)

Aquatic: Well, well, well. Only three women are reaally competing in the division. I suppose this is my fault. When I began in this division, I set out to  create a new Mecca for the woman's division, to lead it to the promised land of milk and honey. That I did. For a while, there were two or even three  woman's amtches on every show. Entirely watchable subplots and feuds that made people care again. But now we are failing and I have only myself  to blame.

King: How is the division failing her fault? It's the women who never put any effort into it!

Aquatic: You see, I got jealous. Moody ended my reign right before Bruisermania. After that, I lost my true focus.making the division better. I swore  that if I could not beat her, I would take it upon myself.TO DESTROY WHAT I CREATED! Look at the division now! The division was getting so  dangerous, Flame opted out altogether! I challenged Sarah Lyn and Rachel Pitt, both opted to quit before our big Pay-Per-View showdown! I  RETIRED Athena Hashi in a Woman's Title match! And last night, I DESTROYED Mae Old, the long-time stalwart of the division! I am not only the  Woman's Champion, I am the MOST DOMINANT CHAMPION IN HISTORY! And now, it may soon be necessary to end the division because of a lack of  challengers! But you know what? You know what? I don't care anymore! I am the Legend Killer of the Woman's Division, and soon, I will kill my final  legend.the division itself!

(Aquatic throws down the microphone and waits for the match to begin.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
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" hits the PA system and Jacklyn come sout from behind
the curtain and walks down the ramp. Jacklyn slides in the ring and taunts
to the crowd and waits for the bell to ring.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!!
Aquatic goes for an eye poke, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. goes for a monkey flip, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes, but Jacklyne J. reverses it.
Jacklyne J. misses with an elbow.
Aquatic hits Jacklyne J. with a kick.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Aquatic goes for a back elbow, but Jacklyne J. ducks out of the way.
Jacklyne J. executes a missile dropkick on Aquatic.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Jacklyne J. goes for a vertical suplex, but Aquatic slides down her back.
Aquatic takes Jacklyne J. down with a German suplex.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. misses with a kick.
Jacklyne J. and Aquatic get hit with a double clothesline.
Jacklyne J. executes a monkey flip on Aquatic.
Jacklyne J. hoists Aquatic high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Aquatic
crashing hard to the mat.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Aquatic misses with a clothesline.
Aquatic misses with an elbow.
Aquatic goes for a bulldog, but Jacklyne J. throws her off.
Jacklyne J. hits a huricanrana on Aquatic.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Aquatic hits Jacklyne J. with spinning heel kick.
Aquatic further incites the crowd.
Aquatic throws Jacklyne J. out of the ring.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, Jacklyne J.
reenters the ring.
Aquatic almost takes Jacklyne J.'s head off with a flying lariat
Aquatic uses a bulldog on Jacklyne J..
Aquatic further incites the crowd.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
Aquatic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Aquatic takes Jacklyne J. down with a snap mare.
Aquatic executes a snap mare on Jacklyne J..
Aquatic takes Jacklyne J. down with a snap suplex.
Aquatic goes for a flying lariat, but Jacklyne J. ducks out of the way.
Jacklyne J. executes a huricanrana on Aquatic.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Aquatic counters it with
a side suplex.
Aquatic goes for a brainbuster, but Jacklyne J. counters it with a slide down.
Jacklyne J. goes for a dropkick, but Aquatic side-steps and Jacklyne J.
only hits air.
Aquatic smacks Jacklyne J. with a devastating flying lariat .
Aquatic goes for a dropkick, but Jacklyne J. side-steps and Aquatic
only hits air.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. uses a dropkick on Aquatic.
Jacklyne J. hits Aquatic with a missile dropkick.
Charles Robertson counts: One, shoulder up.
Jacklyne J. uses a bulldog on Aquatic.
A small "Jacklyne J." chant is being started.
Jacklyne J. goes for a pumphandle suplex, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic goes for spinning heel kick, but Jacklyne J. ducks out of the way.
Jacklyne J. punches Aquatic.
The crowd is starting to get behind Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. punches Aquatic.
Jacklyne J. goes for a clothesline, but Aquatic ducks out of the way.
Aquatic hits Jacklyne J. with an Asai moonsault.
Charles Robertson counts: One, kickout.
Aquatic uses leg scissors on Jacklyne J..
Aquatic uses an eye poke on Jacklyne J..
Aquatic goes for a bulldog, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Inferno trips Jacklyne J..
Charles Robertson threatens Aquatic with disqualification.
Charles Robertson warns Inferno.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Aquatic goes for a back elbow, but Jacklyne J. ducks out of the way.
Charles Robertson is back on the job.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Aquatic misses with a shoulderblock.
Aquatic hits Jacklyne J. with a backdrop.
Aquatic executes the Ice Breaker on Jacklyne J..
Aquatic goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic throws Charles Robertson over the top rope.
Charles Robertson is out cold.
Aquatic leaves the ring.
She returns with a chair.
Aquatic sets up the chair.
Aquatic goes for a brainbuster, but Jacklyne J. counters it with
a vertical suplex.
Jacklyne J. punches Aquatic.
Aquatic kicks Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. chops Aquatic.
Jacklyne J. punches Aquatic.
Jacklyne J. executes the Code Red on Aquatic.
There is no referee to count.
Inferno enters the ring and hits Jacklyne J. with the glass globe.
Jacklyne J. is out cold.
Aquatic takes Jacklyne J. down with a German suplex.
There is no referee to count.
Charles Robertson crawls back into the ring.
Charles Robertson is sporting a dazed look but is back on the job.
Charles Robertson disqualifies Aquatic.
The crowd is cheering on Jacklyne J..

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Jacklyne J.!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Nick Kincaid is doing stretches on the floor, stretching his calf muscles when he is approached by Slim Jim Sullivan.)

Slim: Mr. Kincaid, may I have a few words with you?

(Nick gets up from his stretching and loosens his neck.)

Kincaid: You want a few words from the undefeated Nick Kincaid? Go ahead.

Slim: Well....

Kincaid: (Interrupting) Slim, if I may interrupt you for a second...in fact...I WILL interrupt you for a second...for those of you at home watching this  on ya' televisions I suggest you press your record button on your VCR because this interview segment is of a future legend here in the BMWF, this  time next year I will be at the top of the BMWF ladder, I will have numerous Championships around my waist and I'll be the envy of the rest of the  locker room! So if you tape this onto VCR you'll be able to sell this at an auction for millions of dollars. There, Slim, you may now continue.

Slim: Well, last week on the Pay-Per-View, Dangle's Duel's of Destruction you got hit over the head by the Eco-System, another man who was also  hit by the duo was Howitzer. Now you and Howitzer both team up tonight to face the Eco-System in a tag match. You and Howitzer don't seem to  get on very well, how are you going to cope?

Kincaid: Slim Jim, it's not how am 'I' going to cope it's how is 'Howitzer' going to cope when he steps in the ring with the unbeaten, unbeatable, "Near  Future" Nick Kincaid? The hairs on the back of his neck are going to stand on end, his legs are going to start shaking and the adrenaline is going to  start pumping because he will be in the same ring as a legend! I don't like Howitzer, Howitzer doesn't like me - the reason I'm not sure, I think he's  just jealous of my outstanding in-ring ability and talent. I can tell by the look in his little eyes that he want's to 'be' me. He wants to be The Near  Future but he knows deep down in his heart that he will never EVER be me and the only time he'll ever be me is when he's fast asleep and dreaming!  But it seems like I've got to team with him, so I will do my best in this match to put a tally on MY win record, not OUR win records, MY win record!!!  I'm going to win this match for ME.

Slim: Now let's focus on your opponents for tonight, Inferno and Mineral, the Eco-System, what are your thoughts towards them?

Kincaid: Those hicks? They blindsided me last week, they done everything WRONG. First of all, they attacked me with a 'weapon'! The worst offence  in my book EVER. You're meant to be men, men use their bare fists to fight, not foreign objects, foreign objects are ruining the wrestling industry as  we know it! Inferno, Mineral, do you two want to be the one's responsible for the downfall of the wrestling industry? Leaving me, Lowedown, Tyrone  Smith, you both and Aquatic out of a job? Didn't think so. These fans boo me thinking that I'm doing wrong here, I'm not doing wrong...I'm saving the  wrestling industry from it's pitfall! I'm the Superman and the wrestling industry is the blonde bimbo hanging off the cliff. Also, after the Eco-System  blindsided me, they ran away! Can you believe that?!?! Not only have they proved to be not real men by using weapons but they then RAN AWAY!  Guys, I don't want you running away tonight because I want you in the ring so I can kick your Eco butts all over this ring!

Slim: Thank you for your time, Nick Kincaid.

Kincaid: For those of you at home, you may now stop recording on your VCR's, this interview is over and there is no other interview worth  watching...thank you.

(Nick Kincaid walks off the scene, Slim Jim Sullivan sighs and shakes his head at Kincaid's words.)

>>>

(Michael Bole is seen standing outside Axe's locker room with a microphone in hand and a cameraman. He knocks a few times to no avail. He tries  again only to "knock" on the chest of Axe who suddenly swings the door open. Bole looks up nervously as Axe doesn't seem to be in a good mood.)
 
Axe: WHAT?
 
Bole: Oh...hey there Axe...How's i-

Axe: Don't ask me how I am doing. Don't try and start a conversation like we're friends...just get to the point.
 
Bole: Interview?
 
Axe: Even if I said no and attempted to shut this door you'd stop me, beg and plead for an interview until giving in or you'd just wait outside until I  was just about to go to the ring right?
 
Bole: Well...yeah.
 
Axe: You know the paparazzi aren't liked Bole.
 
Bole: I am not a p-
 
Axe: Shut up...your time starts now.
 
(Bole prepares quickly and gets things rolling right away.)
 
Bole: Axe earlier you said some serious and rather frightening words towards your opponent Lowedown where you face him in a rematch. Why do you  want to hurt him so badly?
 
Axe: Bole when you give everything you have and literally donate your body to win only to get screwed over that hate builds until it can no longer  stay in one's body. I should have advanced to face Box but it seems that idiot was too busy looking at silicone instead of doing his damn job as a  ref! Not only that but Lowedown goes on in such a way I cannot no longer stand it and I have the BRASS to say how I feel no matter what he has in  store for me...I'll dish it right back!
 
Bole: But don't you think your taking this a little too f-
 
Axe: Far?
 
Bole: Yeah.
 
Axe: Not even one bit.

Bole: What?!
 
Axe: Championship belts are important...GOLD is important. Winning a belt earns you respect...I DESERVE respect and I DESERVE that Hardcore  Championship belt! Lowedown realizes that I am a worthy opponent and I will not go down without many battles I will continue to return no matter  how badly I get hurt. I will not go ANYWHERE until I get that title and it's that simple.
 
Bole: But Axe by doing this aren't you risking your career and possibly your life?

Axe: Of course I am Bole. EVERY match I am risking my life...but I take those risks in order to reach my goals...and I've felt pain all my life and now I  just plain enjoy it.
 
Bole: Your...
 
Axe: Insane?
 
Bole: Yes!
 
Axe: No Bole...I am strong...intelligent..determined...focused and capable of beating Lowedown no matter what he has accomplished or who he is...I  will get my victory despite the injuries or losses I will show EVERYONE I can beat him! And I did last week...not many starting off can say that...such  as Witherspoon!
 
Bole: Well actually you didn't b-
 
Axe: Shut your mouth! Watch the tape...but I am not here to complain I am here to send a message to Lowedown and to show him exactly who he  is messing with! And don't worry after tonight that message will be ringing in his ears loud and clear! That's if he's still alive!
 
(Axe goes back to his room slamming the door in Bole's face who looks shocked.)

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

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

Judge: CLEVELAND, OHIO...

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: COURT IS NOW IN SESSION!

(The crowd cheers again.)

Judge: Last week at Dangle's Duels of Destruction, I came up a bit short on my quest for United States gold, losing to Kolic by DQ in the second  round! Ladies and gentlemen I assure you, if it wasn't for the ref's blatant favoring of Kolic, the United States title would be around my waist tonight,  not the waist of my opponent tonight, Master Z!

(The crowd boos and chants, "Z Sucks!")

Judge: Master Z, tonight you're lucky that our match is non-title because if it was for the U.S. gold, you'd turn into a one-week champion! Master Z,  I look forward to showing the world tonight that you winning the tournament at Dangle's Duels of Destruction only happened because I got DQed out  of the tournament and you didn't have to face me! Isn't that right Cleveland?

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: Now onto some other business...MAFIOSO! You want a shot at my Light-Heavyweight title, you should have just asked! Now look what you  have done! You have enraged an already enraged beast Mafioso, and I promise you, you will get your title shot...but it will be in a match that you  will never forget.

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: So now it's about time my Jury made their decision! If you think The Judge is going to prove to the world that Master Z winning the  tournament last week was just a fluke, let me hear ya!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: Ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, I have reached my verdict and I have decided that The Judge will defeat Master Z here tonight and...

Judge/Crowd: THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge Joe Brown theme hits again as The Judge exits from the ring. He heads back up the ramp, high-fiving the fans and signing autographs.)

>>>
  
Bole: I can see Ezekiel coming down the hall, Ezekiel can I have a quick word?
 
Ezekiel: Is there a choice?
 
Bole: Who were the men that kidnapped you last week, what are your thoughts on missing the US Title tournament, what are your plans for tonight?
 
Ezekiel: Bole, first of all you need to cut the caffeine intake.  I will address all the issues at a later time.  For now however my sights are set higher  than the US Tile tournament.
 
Bole: What do you mean Ezekiel?
 
Ezekiel: Patience Bole, patience. Errors

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Loomis...
Fighting out of Haddenfield...
Weighing in at 287 pounds...

Myers

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 roars their approval.)

JR: Witherspoon looking focused tonight for his match against Myers!

(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.   He grabs a mic from the time keeper and his music cuts.)

Witherspoon:  Last week, I fought Shane Perish to a draw.  He came out there saying how I was out of his league and how he was going to  slaughter me.  Well geuss what Shane.  You didnt manage it!

*Crowd cheers loudly*

Witherspoon:  Instead, we had a draw match.  Now, I have demanded a rematch for it, but Shane declined, saying that I got the match he gave me.   So how's this, Sy.  Let's settle who's the better athlete in a non-title match.  You pic the date, and the match.  Let's see if you got the balls for  that.

*Crowd cheers again*

Witherspoon:  Now, time for me to take care of this loser Myers.

(Witherspoon tosses the mic away and waits for his opponent)

*DING DING*

JR:  Witherspoon and Myers lock up in the ring!
Witherspoon Suplexes Myers
Witherspoon locks in an Arm bar
Myers fights to break free
Myers breaks free after 10 seconds
Witherspoon whips Myers into the rope
Witherspoon clotheslines Myers
Witherspoon Locks in a Boston crab
Myers fights to the ropes
Witherspoon drags Myers back to the center of the ring
The crowd is cheering loudly
Myer's fights to break free
the ref asks Meyers if he wants to quit
Myers fights to the ropes and Witherspoon breaks the hold
Witherspoon nearly takes Myers head off with a clothesline
Witherspoon stomps on Myers

King:  Wow, Witherspoon is really laying into Myers with those boots

Myers tries to lift Witherspoon into a powerbomb, but Witherspoon pushes him to the ground
Witherspoon plants Myers skull into the mat with a crucifix
Witherspoon grabs his leg and goes for the cover
The ref counts 1...2... kick out

JR:  Both men exchanging blows in the middle of the arena

King:  It's like watching two Buffalo ramming into each other JR!

JR: Myers pushing Witherspoon to the ropes
Pump handle Slam on Witherspoon!
Myers goes for an atomic drop, but Witherspoon counters with a head but
Witherspoon hits Myers with a Haymaker to the gut

King:  You know what comes next!  Fight it Myers!

JR:  Witherspoon lifts Myers above his head in a crucifix
The crowd's cheers echo around the arena
Witherspoon slams Myer's skull into the mat!
Witherspoon holds Myer's shoulders to the mat and the ref counts
one...two...thr... kick out!  Myers kicked out!

King:  How can Witherspoon bring down this monster!

JR:  Witherspoon locks Myers in a head lock
Myer's fights to break loose
Myers is fading fast!
The ref checks on Myers
Myer's fighting dies down
The ref lifts Myers arm up
it drops
The ref lifts Myers arm up
It drops
The ref lifts Myers arm up
it stays up!
Myers battles his way free of the hold!

JR: Witherspoon german suplexes Myers
Witherspoon locks on an arm bar
Myers fights to break free
The ref asks Myers if he wants to quit
Myers shakes his head no and screams
Witherspoon wrenches on his arm
Myers battles free after 35 seconds

King:  Come on Myers!

JR:  Witherspoon has been dominating this match!

King:  But It's Myers!

JR:  Witherspoon stomps on Myers chest
Witherspoon throws Myers into the turnbuckle
Witherspoon slams his shoulders into Myers
Witherspoon Suplexes Myers from the top rope
Witherspoon whips Myers into the ropes and takes him down with a clothesline
Myers throws Witherspoon into ropes and hits an atomic drop
Myers hits a running powerslam
Myers goes for the pin
the ref counts 1..2... kick out!

King:  That's it Myers!

JR:  Myers Lifts Witherspoon into a vertical suplex, but Witherspoon flips off!
BINNED!  Witherspoon has locked in Binned!
The crowd is cheering loudly!

King:  Noo!

JR:  Myers is fighting to break free!
The ref is asking if he wants to quit
Myers shakes his head no
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Myers screams in pain
Myers is tapping!

*DING DING*

Lilly:  The winner... Witherspoon!

PA:  LOOKIN BACK AT ME!

("Cold" by Crossfade blares from the speakers as Witherspoon goes to each turnbuckle and raises his fist in the air.  He rolls out of the ring and walks  up the ramp, stopping at the stage to raise his hands in the air to bathe in the crowds cheers)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(A black limo pulls up to the Gund Arena. The driver steps out and opens the
back passenger door and Mafioso steps out followed by Carlos)

Carlos: Listen Mafi, I believe in ya man but I have to bring up the whole
Urban Legends situation again.

Mafioso: What? What situation? I thought we took care of all that!

Carlos: So did I but things change. Levon Jones is gone. Scrappy Joe Tunny
is gone. That no good William Black is gone. Now Dreadnaught is gone!
There's nothing left homie don't you see that!?!

Mafioso: There's still Lowedown, Reno, and me!

Carlos: Oh don't give me that! Reno is a crazy heretic and Lowedown has his
own agenda. Besides those two are busy running the Church of Legends! Face
it amigo it's just you out there!

Mafioso: Well as my manager I'll keep your advice in mind but I still have
the final say so.

Carlos: I didn't give you any advice..I was just telling you how it is.

(Mafioso gives Carlos a sideways glance as they make there way into the
building)

>>>

(A furious Nick Kincaid storms down the hallway of the arena, his face is beetroot-red and if you look close enough you'll be able to see steam fuming  out of his ears. He has a piece of paper in his hand, from this camera angle we can't see what's on the paper. He approaches jobber Foonaki.)

Kincaid: Hey titch. You seen Howitzer anywhere?

Foonaki: He...went...that...way...

(Nick walks in the direction Foonaki pointed towards. Nick walks towards a batch of vending machines when he notices Howitzer.)

Kincaid: HEY!

(Nick runs up to Howitzer, grabs his shoulder and spins him around.)

Kincaid: You think this is some sort of joke don't you, me and you teaming up?!?! Why?

Howitzer: Hey LOOK, ########! I sure as hell didn't request this match, and I think it's a friggin' STUPID idea. You think I actually wanna tag with a  mouthy pipsqueak like YOU?? It's a seriously bad combination.

Kincaid: A bad combination!?!? This is like putting a dog and cat on a team.

Howitzer: That makes me the dog, the ravenous and strong animal, you're the cat because you're such a big ######.

Kincaid: Har-(bleep)ing-har!

Howitzer: But look ace, we both have something in common and that's the fact that we both owe the Eco-System some serious payback. They ran  us down like field mice under a tractor at the Duel, and they're STILL laughing about it! I don't know about you Kincaid but tonight I want to win and  that's what I'm going to do.

Kincaid: Well so do I, I'm not going to win this match for you, I'm going to win this match for ME...and ME ONLY!

Howitzer: And I'M going to win this match both for ME and for all the fans in CLEVELAND, OHIO -

(The crowd gives a big pop)

Howitzer: - who wanna see the Eco-System get their weirdo little @$$es beat! Now get outta my way. I gotta do some more important things than  talk with stupid rookies.

(Howitzer walks away from the conversation, Nick Kincaid shouts up to him.)

Kincaid: I MAY BE A ROOKIE BUT I'M UNDEFEATED SO FAR IN THE BMWF! I SINGLE-HANDEDLY DEFEATED JOHNNY STINKER!

(Howitzer gives Nick the finger as the scene fades to black.)

>>>

Micheal Bole is standing in the back of the arena, eating a jelly filled doughnut when Misty Rivers walks by wearing a tight black leather outfit  consisting of pants and a tight jacket unzipped some showing her cleavage. Bole throws the doughnut over his shoulder and makes his way to Misty.

Bole: Misty, you are looking radiant tonight.

Misty: Why thank you Bole.

Bole: Hey if Lowedown won't give you time of day, just stop by my motel room and we can...

Misty: Oh come on Bole, you didn't actually believe that load of garbage that Lowedown was spewing last week did you?

Bole: Well... he had letters... and...

Misty: Well he might have had some letters but they were not written by me.

Bole: But I thought...

Misty: But that's ok. If that's what it takes to make Lowedown fill like a man, then so be it.

Bole: Misty where was Tobey last week and when will we get to hear this news that he has that will rock the BMWF?

Misty: Now theres a good question Bole. I knew there was some reason Bruiser hired you.

Bole: (blushing) Well... thanks Misty.

Misty: TONIGHT... HERE IN THIS ARENA... Tobey is back and he has news that will shock the world.

Bole: Now is this hype or facts?

Misty: Stay tuned Bole... you'll see.

(Misty walks off and Bole is left pondering these things.)

(Back from commercial break we see Mafioso already in the ring as his music
ends with a mic in hand)

Mafioso: Scotty I'm gonna right down to business. I don't like you! I doubt
you'll even show up tonight! Some might say you are a legend but I say you
are nothing more than an old man who's better days are well behind him and I
think it is so pathetic to watch you try and relive your old glory days! Why
don't you do us all a favor and just leave again. That's right..pick up your
gear and disappear forever!

JR: Some harsh words for Scotty Scott from the mouth of Mafioso.

King: That guy sure does run his mouth allot!

(Mafioso drops the mic and makes his way back to his room)

>>>

(The camera opens on Howitzer standing at his locker.  He is in his hunter green wrestling shorts and black boots.  A pressed button-down shirt and  khakis are on hangars in the locker.  Howitzer is angrily stuffing some other articles into his gym bag and muttering something under his breath.   Michael Bole enters the locker room with his microphone.)

Michael Bole:  Howitzer, you've been partnered with Nick Kincaid tonight in a tag-team match against Eco-System.  After you offered "The Near  Future" some advice about facing Myers, it seemed like there was a little hostility between you two.  Any thoughts concerning having to tag with  him tonight?

HOWITZER:  Yeah, Bole.I've got some "thoughts."  I THINK this is a damned stupid idea and I ain't happy about it!  Frankly, I get annoyed just  having to be in the same STATE as "The Distant Past" Rick Kincaid, and now I have to share a RING with this mouthy hack!  This jerk-off can't fight,  he's a week from getting waxed by Myers - who I put away at the Duel, I wanna add - and now I have to count on him to beat those nutcases in  Eco-System?  Forget Desert Storm, I deserve combat pay for THIS!

Bole:  Actually Howitzer, I think his name is "Nick Kin-"

(Howitzer grabs the microphone out of Bole's hand and looks at him.)

HOWITZER:  STARS AND STRIPES FOREVER, BOLE, I DON'T CARE WHAT HIS NAME IS!  RICK, NICK, DICK, MICK, SLICK, IT DON'T MATTER!  I DON'T  LIKE 'IM, AND I DON'T WANNA TAG WITH 'IM!

(Howitzer settles himself down and turns to the camera.)

HOWITZER:  And lemme just say this to Eco-System:  listen up, you tweakers.  You really screwed yourselves with your stupid little ambush at the  Duel.  You're gonna get it right back.  I've got a tag partner tonight who I don't like and I don't trust, but that don't matter.  I don't care if I have to  BFG Kincaid and take you both on myself.  Eco-System, I.DON'T.LIKE YOU.  So get ready, girls.it's time to lather up and shave your @$$.
(Howitzer pushes the camera away.  Fade out.)

LILLY: This contest is a 2-on-1 handicap match scheduled for one fall.

At a total combined weight of 470 pounds...
Johnny Stinker... Little Geeko... THE ADVOCATES

Their opponent...
From Cleveland, OH....
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Maverick

(Maverick takes slow steps onto the entrance stage, centering himself upon it. His trench coat flails in the smoked winds originating from the  entrance ramp. Maverick then swings his right arm into the air, and just as he does so, a voice begins to shout over the speakers.)

Voice: THROW UP YOUR ROCK FIST IF YA FEELIN ME WHEN I DROP THIS!!!

("Rock Fist" by Thousand Foot Crutch rumbles over the system as Maverick makes his way down to the ring. As he enters the ring, he leaps atop the  turnbuckle and perches himself, staring out at the crowd. A microphone rests on the turnbuckle, as if expecting Mavericks presence.)

Maverick: Cleveland . . . the city I was born in . . . I remember the street fights, the fear so thick you could touch it! Only one other man knows  what kind of a man Cleveland can make of you . . . right Z?

(Maverick pauses for a second as he acknowledges some of the Cleveland Cavs in the front row of the audience. He points to Lebron James.)

Maverick: Cleveland can either make or break you! I live the high life by breaking the spirits of others, always have! Master Z and Tyrone Smith! The  two of you were punked last week at DDD by the one man that neither of you can beat, nor can you handle! Z, we've got more history together  than anybody in the BMWF! Back in the days when I once called you friend, and even brother, to the days where your ego-driven BLEEP decided to  turn on me! Never stopped there. No, no, no, however, that's a long story I'd rather just finish in the ring. As for Tyrone, sorry my old friend, but  you've had it coming. Once you gained the title, your bullseye just keeps getting larger and larger by the day! Don't care about being friends, no BS  about singin' Koombya! Just plain and simple beatings aplenty, waiting to be handed out! Come n' get some!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!!
Johnny Stinker whips Maverick into the ropes, but Maverick reverses it.
Johnny Stinker goes for a short lariat, but Maverick counters it with
a Gorilla Press.
The crowd is starting to get behind Maverick.

Johnny Stinker runs into the ropes.
Johnny Stinker goes for a backspin DDT, but Maverick blocks it.
Maverick nails Johnny Stinker with a legsweep.
Johnny Stinker begs off.
Maverick uses a DDT on Johnny Stinker.
The crowd is starting to get behind Maverick.
Maverick uses a DDT on Johnny Stinker.
Maverick places Johnny Stinker on the turnbuckle.

Johnny Stinker begs off.
Maverick goes for a DDT, but Johnny Stinker blocks it.
Johnny Stinker uses a single-leg takedown on Maverick.

He tags out to Little Geeko

Maverick executes a spinning heel kick on Little Geeko.

JR: Whoa! Did you see that blood spew from the mouth of Geeko?

KING: I think I saw a tooth fly out! This is getting serious!

(Maverick goes for an Irish whip, but Little Geeko reverses it.)

JR: Jay B is going for a clothesline and... Good Lord!

KING: YAAAH!! Maverick went for one too, but he just plowed through Geeko like a paper bag!!

JR: Geeko is twitching! Stinker is trying to reach him for the tag!

KING: HAHA!! Look at Maverick!!

(Maverick grabs Little Geeko's arm and drags him over the corner where Johnny Stinker is holding his arm out. Maverick holds out Geeko's hand for  the tag, but Stinker has a second thought while Maverick stares him down coldly. The referee is dumbfounded, but as Stinker turns away, Maverick  slaps Geeko's hand on Stinker's forearm.)

JR: The referee is calling that a legal tag!

KING: AHH! Maverick just dragged Stinker into the ring over the top ropes! What an animal!

JR: Maverick is a monster compared to these two!

KING: And most of the other guys around here too!

(Maverick whips Stinker into the ropes, and catches him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.)

JR: Maverick doesn't even have to impress this crowd! Stinker couldn't even put up a fight even if he tried!

(Maverick lifts Stinker in the air, holding him in a double underhook and holding him in the air for several seconds.)

KING: Here it is! I was hoping this would come to a quicker end! Looks like Maverick is just having some fun now!

(Maverick finally drops Stinker's head into the mats with a vicous Tiger Driver. The connection sends spasms through Stinker's body as Maverick  simply stands and covers Stinker with a single boot.)

JR: The ref drops to the mats! Stinker and Geeko lost even before Maverick got down to the ring!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

*DING!* *DING!*

JR: Here is your winner, Maverick!

*PLLTT* *PLLTT* *PLLTT*

JR: Stinker is still having spasms!

KING: Those aren't spasms, JR!

JR: Oh, my! We'll be right back!

JR:Folks, earlier this past week Michael Bole had a sit down interview with
the new Hardcore champion Lowedown and it was quite an interesting
interview.

King:I listened to the interview and was thinking that Lowedown had multiple
personalities! He was all over the place! One minute he was talking about
Axe, Box, Tobey and then Maverick and then the current World champion
Tyrone!

JR:Lowedown definitely had some explaining to do to the fans and the BMWF
about why he teamed up with his former bWo partner Maverick and why he set
his sights on becoming the Hardcore champion once again. Folks, let's go to
the footage!

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown and Michael Bole sitting in a
restaurant as Flame walks in and sits next to her husband and flags down a
waiter...)

Flame:3 beers and just keep them coming.

Waiter:Madam, this is a 5 star restaurant and we only serve the finest wines
and...

(Lowedown interjects by standing up and pulls off his sunglasses...)

Lowedown:My friend...if you don't listen to the lady and get what she
requests, I might do some reconstructive surgery.

Waiter:I'm sorry. I don't understand.

(Lowedown steps up and takes off the bandana off of his head and reveals the
stitches on his forehead and stuns the waiter...)

Lowedown:I might make you look like this. Do ya feel me?

(The waiter takes a step back and tries to speak...)

Waiter:I...I...I will get you the finest ale on tap. Please forgive my
rudeness?

Flame:It's alright. This is just an off night. A few beers in his system and
he'll be just fine.

Lowedown:Yeah...what she said. On your way young man.

(The waiter walks away in a hurry as Lowedown sits back down and tries to
relax. Flame rubs her husband's shoulders as he places his sunglasses back
on...)

Lowedown:I'm ready when you are Michael. Speak your mind would you please?

Bole:First of all, I wanted to congratulate you on becoming the new Hardcore
champion. Last week was a brutal match with you, Axe, and the former
Hardcore champion Box. Do you think you almost underestimated Axe in your
first match?

Lowedown:Like I mentioned before, I gave Axe his props for hardcore
wrestling that night and was even impressed with some of his techniques.
But, when it came down to the final moments...I gave Axe a lil' bit more
than he could handle. I let Axe give everything he could dish and I took it.
I took it and I gave it back to him plain and simple.

Bole:This coming monday night, you and Axe are going to step into the ring
once more for the Hardcore championship. Do you think Axe is going to try
and bring an even more hardcore style? Perhaps a more vicious style to try
and become the next Hardcore champion?

Lowedown:That's a good question and I have a good answer. I am actually
looking forward to this match up. You see, before we even got it on in the
ring...Axe made his intentions clear about where he stood. Axe attacked me
in the back like a no talent chump. Now normally that would have made his
life an even shorter one. Then again, we are talking about the Hardcore
title. So I let that slide because if I had thought about it earlier, I
would have done the same thing. But I chose the passive route so to speak. I
waited to step in that ring and face Axe one on one.

Bole:I understand. But do you think Axe will try a more aggressive technique
in an attempt to...

Lowedown:Whoa there Michael. There is no real technique in a hardcore match
silly man! It's beat the everlovin' hell out of your opponent until they
can't get up. This monday night, I expect that Axe is coming for a shot at
this title and I fully intend on giving him a whole new level of pain. This
I can guarantee you. Axe, you and I are going to light the town on fire.
That is the Lowedown on that Michael.

Bole:Right after you defeated Axe, Box wasted no time in attempting to
finish the job and...

Lowedown:And did he? Did he finish the job?

Bole:Well...he...

Lowedown:Hell no he didn't Michael! Who's got the belt baby? Who's holding
Hardcore happiness my friend? We know it's not Box! It's the Lowedown. Box
talked alot, but wasn't able to close the deal. I'm not saying that Box
isn't a bad guy, just not Hardcore enough to be the Hardcore champ like
yours truly. It's okay though Box. I hear the Women's title is looking for a
few more competitors.

(Lowedown and Flame laugh for a moment and then smile as Michael Bole
attempts to ask another question...)

Flame:Now you know he's just ripping on Box a bit.

Bole:Speaking of titles, it appears that Tyrone made a comment about you
holding onto his Hardcore title. What do you think he means by that? The man
who defeated you in an Electrified fence match for the World Heavyweight
title.

Lowedown:Ah good ol' Tyrone. The man who worked for four long years to
become the World champion. Let me repeat that for ya Bole.
FOUR...LONG...YEARS. You know how long it took me to become the World
Heavyweight title?

Flame:Oh...oh...I know!

Lowedown:Less than a year Michael. I fought from the bottom to the top in
one year and defeated one of the greatest wrestlers in this business names
Hollywood Mike. The man who showed me the way to becoming a pro in this
business. Tyrone whined and BLEEPED and moaned for four long years before he
finally tasted the real gold. The real interesting thing about is that even
when I wasn't the World champion off and on these past few years, I was
winning US titles, Intercontinental titles, tag team titles, Television
titles, and even this Hardcore title right here. I was making myself into
the future legend while Tyrone was drinking Red Stripes and rolling up
"cigarettes" if you know what I mean?

Bole:Um...not exactly.

(Flame leans over and whispers something into Michael Bole's ear as his eyes
widen...)

Lowedown:(Looks into the camera) It's okay folks. He's only pretending to
act this gullable.

Bole:What is your response to the words from Tyrone?

Lowedown:What do I have to say to Tyrone? I think Tyrone should "hush" his
mouth...no pun intended. Tyrone, do yourself and don't BLEEP me off old
friend. This isn't your Hardcore title Tyrone. This belongs to me plain and
simple. When you beat me for the World title in your jumper cable fence
match, you won the World title. I decided to step back and go after
something different. Think before you speak big man because if I felt like
it, I could step into that ring and take that World title back in the blink
of an eye. I've put you down time and time again. You have managed to beat
me...once. That's it Tyrone...just once. Think about that before you open
your mouth. I'm barely tipping the scales at 6 feet tall. I mean sure I have
this statuesque physique, but you have me by a foot and at least 150 pounds
and I've still whooped your @$$! You want to come after me again? Feel free
Tyrone. I will have no problem taking that title back and showing you how a
real champion works around here.

(Lowedown looks over and finally gets his beer from the nervous waiter...)

Lowedown:Tyrone beat me and I accepted it. But have you seen the numbers?
When I was the World champion, there was rarely a time when someone dared to
call me a "paper" champion. They stickered that name on Tyrone like a tattoo
on a biker. That's pathetic if you ask me. Tyrone, just think about it next
time. Just my opinion though.

Bole:Speaking of Tyrone once again, the man who shocked the world with his
return to the BMWF...

Lowedown:Good ol' Maverick. The Jack of All Trades.

Bole:The man who disguised himself as the mysterious Hush to lure Master Z,
Tyrone, and even you into a trap.

Lowedown:No one can ever say that Maverick never has a trick up his sleeve.
That's for d@mn sure.

Bole:During the match, you came out dressed up as another Hush and once
again showed your support for an old friend. Why did you...

(Lowedown stops Michael from finishing his sentence and interjects...)

Bole:Hang on a minute Bole. There's something that needs to be said here
right now. Back in the day when Mav and I were in the bWo, I made the
mistake of jumping ship on my best friend. I have regretted that decision
for a while now and if Mav is listening, I hope he knows that I have no
intention of making that same mistake. I walked out there lending my support
to Maverick because I wanted to correct that mistake in my career and my
life. If Maverick ever needs my help or support, I will be there. He is my
friend and I am his friend. Tyrone learned that when the Jack of All Trades
is in your face, you listen or else. Then again, Maverick doesn't need me to
speak for him. He's pretty vocal in general.

Flame:You'd better believe it. Just ask one of the girls he was with last
night in the hotel. I spoke with one of them this morning and...

Bole:Them?

Lowedown:It's a long story and we left the pictures in the hotel.

Bole:Not to bring up a touchy subject, but I was curious on your past
feeling about Tobey Miliken. Are you still harboring rage against the man
who once attacked your wife?

Lowedown:Oh you mean the man who threatened to ruin my career with all the
painful information about me? The man who intended to end my career and make
me a dinosaur in this business? I haven't heard much from him as of late and
it wouldn't bother if I ever heard from him again. Such a useless piece of
garbage if you ask me.

(Lowedown pauses as he orders another round. Michael Bole has barely even
touched his beer as watches the waiter nervously acknowledges him...)

Lowedown:Let me tell you something about people like Tobey Miliken. He is
just like every other newbie punk who wants to make a name for himself on
the backs of wrestlers who have busted their @$$e$ to make it here. When I
beat Tobey like a pimp to a ho, he hasn't done a d@mn thing! And you know
what Michael? It makes me laugh a bit.

Bole:Why does it make you laugh?

Lowedown:I laugh because it shows everyone in this federation that a man
like Tobey is nothing but smoke and mirrors. An illusion of a wrestler.
Someone who is nothing but a shadow of a man. Anyone who tries to insult me
or attacks my wife is nothing but a shadow of a man.

Bole:Have you heard anything on the condition of Dreadnaught ever since the
Ambulance match? Have you talked to him?

Lowedown:I sat with him at the hospital for a while. We discussed alot of
things about the future of this business and the way things will continue
when he comes back.

Bole:He will be coming back?

Lowedown:Not right away Michael. But soon he will return and wreak havoc
like he has always done.

Bole:If you could sum this entire interview with a final note, what would
you say to everyone?

Lowedown:You know what folks? It's about time some of you learn that this
man staring at you in this camera is a future legend in the making. I am
not, nor will I ever be out of my league when it comes to wrestling. I am
not past my prime nor am I the old "has been" of the BMWF. I am the man who
has been beating people's @$$e$ all over the world and I'm just getting
started. Tyrone, you want to keep running your mouth? Go right ahead and
keep running your mouth! Axe, you want to step into my hardcore world? Step
right on in! Tobey, anything on your mind you wish to bring up? Just bring
it! I'm not asking ya...I'm beggin' ya! You want to BLEEP me off? It's your
funeral.

(Lowedown drinks his beer down and then grabs Michael's beer and drinks it
down...)

Lowedown:I'm not playing games with you boys anymore around here. You want
to run your mouth, be prepared to meet me face to face and man to man. If
you want to jump me like a punk, I'm going to give it right back to ya. Be
ready for a whole new level of pain.

Flame:I think we need to skip this fancy place and hit a real bar. This
place is already BLEEPING me off with the candy @$$ waiter. You know what
this interview needs?

Bole:I don't know. What does it need?

Lowedown & Flame:STRIPPERS!

(Michael Bole looks at both of them in shock as Lowedown drops some money on
the table and escorts both Flame and Michael Bole out to the limousine...)

(The Bruisertron shuts off as the King is seen crossing his arms in a bit of
a hissy fit...)

JR:What's the matter King?

King:I can't stand the fact that whenever Michael Bole gets to interview
Lowedown, they always end up going to a strip club! I hate that!

JR:Why don't you ask to do an interview with Lowedown next week?

King:I think I will do that!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!