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

(The show opens inside the Air Canada Centre Toronto Ontario. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Air Canada Centre Toronto Ontario! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we're gonna have for you tonight! Tonight, Tyrone Smith goes one-on-one with the legendary Master Z in a non-title bout!

KING: Yeah! Master Z is going to whittle that 7 foot Tyrone down to 4 foot 5 and 1/2!

(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. The lights go out completely save for the
bright spot light shining under the stage up towards the roof. There is fog
completely covering the stage. Music that sounds like the beat to "Simon
Says" by Pharoahe Monche, however it is heavily distorted electric guitars,
begins to play. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA RASS UP!

(There's another shot of pyro. A figure appears in the midst of the fog and
bright spot light)

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

(The music continues and the house lights come back on. Tyrone Smith walks
out from the fog and stands on the stage with the World Title draped over
one shoulder and one half of the tag titles over the other.)

JR: The newest BMWF double champion is here in the Air Canada Centre. Last
week Tyrone and Tamer announced that they have a plan to hold every BMWF
Title at the same time.

(Tyrone makes his way to the ring and asks for a microphone. He stares out
at the cheering crowd and smiles)

Tyrone: Yer paper champion has arrived!!!

(crowd laughs)

Tyrone: I'm laughing as well. Last week, Lowedown made a complete arrogant
@$$ of himself wit' comments directed to one half of yer Tag Team champions
as well as World Heavyweight Champion.

(crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Lowedown squawked on an' on an' on 'bout how ERRYbody is callin'
Tyrone Smit' a "paper chapion"...

(crowd boos)

Tyrone: Yeah, well, I don't like it eit'er. HOWEVER!!!!! What Lowedown seems
to be forgetin', as usual, is dat da entire world does not revolve 'round
him... or in dis case, 'round him an' Mav'rick. B'cause da only two chumps
I've heard callin' me a paper champion are DEM TWO CHUMPS!!!!!

(Crowd cheers)

Tyrone: An den, Mr. Set' Lowe went an called me a wort'less champ. I took on
two people t'inkin' I was only takin' on one..... Y'all want to say I didn't
beat da Hush character...? Well, d@mn, y'all are da lil' (beep) bitch dat
had to sneak up an' double 'tack me, den of course it b'comes harder to
fight bot' men off in a Last Man Standing match. But I d@mn well nearly did
it... if y'all knuckle(beeps) didn't get DQed, I would've destroyed ya
bot'...

(Crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Den, Lowedown called my win over him a fluke. (smiles) Man is he
gonna be (beep)ed when I come after MY Hardcore Title an' destroy him like I
did in our match for da World Title. Seth, da one who should hold on dearly
to his title is ya, my friend. Cuz I made it quite clear already, dat I can
take ya to da max an' back, an' walk away wit some gold.. Do ya really want
history to repeat itself so soon?

(crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Now for my match t'night 'gainst Mast.. (cut off)

(The crowd instantly boos when Master Z's name in mentioned)

Tyrone: (smiles) I guess you know who that is?

(The crowd boos... some start up a chant of "(beep) Master Z")

Tyrone: Dat's da biggest "yes" I've ever heard. Let's get one t'ing
straight. Da man I once hated, loathed, an' despised wit' a major passion
was Master Z. After da stunt pulled two weeks ago by Lowe an' Mav... I t'ink
I can set aside a few problems wit Z to make dem two punks pay dearly. So,
t'night, Z, I finally get dat first win over ya... Too bad, I'll be too
preoccupied wit' figurin' out which title I'll take over next.

JR: I think Tyrone is over estimating Master Z, King.

King: JR, I think next week, Lowedown and Maverick will be saying they
proved their point when Tyrone gets destroyed my Master Z yet again. HAHA!

Tyrone: An' finally...

(Tyrone looks at one Title and then looks at the other, going back and forth
a few time before looking up at the audience and smiling)

Tyrone: Does anybody still doubt da seriousness of da Brothas of da
Apocalypse?

(Tyrone drops the mic and leaves the ring laughing)

JR: I really wonder if Tyrone is focused on the more important issue tonight
and that is defeating Master Z in the main event. It seems Tyrone is not
only stir-crazy about revenge on Lowedown and Maverick, but he's also hungry
for gold. If he doesn't pay attention, I really think tonight will be a
wake-up call for him.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea...
Weighing in at 180 pounds...

Shark Kid

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from New York City, New York...
Weighing in at 227 pounds...

Just'n Credible

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Shark Kid takes Just'n Credible down with a kneelift.
Shark Kid hits Just'n Credible with a European uppercut.
Shark Kid nails Just'n Credible with a running neckbreaker drop.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Shark Kid runs around like a land shark.
The crowd is really behind Shark Kid.
Shark Kid takes Just'n Credible down with a reverse neckbreaker.
Shark Kid runs into the ropes.
Just'n Credible hits Shark Kid with a shoulderblock.
Just'n Credible whips Shark Kid into the ropes.
Just'n Credible misses with an elbow.
Shark Kid hits Just'n Credible with a kick.
Shark Kid locks Just'n Credible in Fujiwara armbar.
Just'n Credible tries to escape the hold.
Just'n Credible grabs the ropes after holding out for 9 seconds.
Just'n Credible begs off.
Shark Kid runs into the ropes.
Just'n Credible hits Shark Kid with an elbow.
Just'n Credible catches Shark Kid in a choke against the ropes.
Bart Farinus warns Just'n Credible to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
Just'n Credible goes for a pumphandle slam, but Shark Kid blocks it.
Just'n Credible begs off.
Shark Kid runs into the ropes.
Just'n Credible nails Shark Kid with a bodyslam.
Just'n Credible whips Shark Kid into the ropes.
Shark Kid smacks Just'n Credible with a devastating clothesline .
Shark Kid goes for a facebite, but Just'n Credible blocks it.
Just'n Credible hits Shark Kid with a back suplex.
Just'n Credible whips Shark Kid into the ropes.
Just'n Credible hits Shark Kid with a backdrop.
Shark Kid falls out of the ring.
Just'n Credible goes through the ropes.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Just'n Credible throws Shark Kid back into the ring.
Just'n Credible runs into the ropes.
Shark Kid hits Just'n Credible with a shoulderblock.
Shark Kid hits Just'n Credible with a kick to the midsection.
Shark Kid goes for a facebite, but Just'n Credible blocks it.
Just'n Credible goes for a bodyslam, but Shark Kid counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Shark Kid hoists Just'n Credible high into the air with a backdrop, then sends J
ust'n Credible crashing hard to the mat.
Shark Kid goes for a spinning mule kick, but Just'n Credible
ducks out of the way.
Just'n Credible runs into the ropes.
Shark Kid uses a bulldog on Just'n Credible.
The crowd is behind Shark Kid all the way.
Shark Kid attempts to place Just'n Credible on the turnbuckle, but
Just'n Credible blocks it.
Shark Kid has Just'n Credible by the head, jumps onto the ropes and comes off wi
th a tremendous Tornado DDT!
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Just'n Credible begs off.
Shark Kid executes the Dead Sea Drop on Just'n Credible.
Shark Kid goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is behind Shark Kid all the way.

*DING DING*

Michael Bole: I am getting word that Scotty Scott has requested that I come to his locker room and talk to him about something important.

(Bole knocks on the locker room door of Scotty. The door opens and Scotty is seen sitting on a folding chair looking at a monitor that he has requested to be in his locker room.)

Bole: Scotty, you asked me to come in here?

Scotty: Yeah... Yer right. I got a major announcement ta make.

Bole: Is it about your match against Witherspoon tonight?

Scotty: Witherspoon is someone that I got lil'respect for. He is not as important as what I wanna announce.

Bole: Could you explain?

Scotty: I've been back for a lil'under a month now... I have been a singles champion many times over... But ya know... I have only held the tag team titles only once.

Bole: So I take it that you are forming a new tag team?

Scotty: Exactly Micheal. I'm offically announcin' that I'm lookin' for a tag team partner ta go afta the belts with. I know whoeva I pick ta be muh partner is a shoe-in for us ta win the belts.

Bole: Any clues as to who your partner might be?

Scotty: That is why I have this monitor right here. I plan on watchin' several supastarts tanight... Then I will make anotha announcement 'bout this later on.

Bole: So we can look for your to say next week?

Scotty: Maybe... Maybe not... But when I do... It will blow the lid off this federation. Now leave me Bole... I got matches ta watch.

(Michael Bole leaves the locker room.)

(As the Bruisertron lights up we see a taxi cab slowly roll up around the back of the Air Canada Centre in the parking lot. The windows are tinted so it is unclear whom the passenger is of the vehicle. Finally the door opens and a Converse sneaker touches the ground automatically sending the crowd into a huge frenzy of boos and chants. A Levi's pant leg follows until the body finally stands up to reveal a New Jersey Devils t-shirt and a sling for an injured shoulder. The camera pans all the way up catching the person's face and it happens to be none other than Axe who has tons of bandages wrapped around his forehead and quite a few gruesome looking scars. Axe grabs his duffel bag and hands the driver a few bills before limping over to the steps to carefully sit and smoke a cigarette. He takes a few drags before speaking...)

Axe: Tonight the cockiness and big headedness of one man will become deflated and slowly snap back into reality. This man's name is Kris CarMichael. Unfortunately this young idiot seems to think he's so good after defeating a jobber and being undefeated. He feels comfortable in taking me on and continuing that streak of greatness but you see this is where these rookies are stupid and way too naive for their own good...Kris CarMichael your *BLEEP* is going DOWN!

(Axe takes a few more drags from his cigarette before giving an evil grin towards the camera.)

Axe: I may be injured due to the hands of Lowedown who isn't here tonight folks so shut the hell up and deal with it...he didd the smart thing and avoided coming to this pitiful country. But anyway...I may be injured but nothing is going to stop me from tearing Kris a new one in that ring and ending his wonderful little and SHORT winning streak. You want to really make a name for yourself kid? Why don't you try taking on a challenge? And that's exactly what you did.

Axe: I hate to inform you but...ROOKIE mistake. You honestly think you have a chance of beating me...your second match in this business? Come on...I am just taking you for a ride before giving you a beating of a lifetime! However idiots like yourself always want to prove the non-believers...but the odds are stacked HEAVILY in my favour. But come on and bring it Kris...you think your the *BLEEP* and some real hotshot...I don't mind giving you a huge reality check in front of all these Canadians and the millions watching at home.

(Axe finishes his cigarette flicking it onto the pave.)

Axe: Hell you'll be known as the one minute wonder...a flash in the pan...get used to receiving your first loss...chump! However you do get a special gift from me...a one way ticket OVER the Border to Loner's Landing!

(Axe slowly gets up picking up his duffel bag before making his way towards the entrance of the ACC as the Bruisertron shuts off and cuts to JR and King at the announce table.)

JR: Axe looks determined to stop Kris CarMichael's streak.

King: What streak JR? It's one win against a jobber!

JR: Well a streak is a streak and Axe shouldn't just dismiss this young upcommer.

King: Please Axe has this in the bag!

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows a royal blue Jaguar XKR pulling into
the arena parking garage.)

JR: Who's driving that car?

King: It must be someone with class.

(The car stops and the driver's door opens. Out steps Shane Perish with his
bag hung over his shoulder. The passenger door opens and Jacklyn J. steps
out. They close their doors and start walking towards the locker room area.
The two seem to be chatting about something.)

Bole: Shane, Jacklyn can I get an interview?

(Michael Bole walks into view. Both Shane and Jacklyn turn and give their
attention to Bole.)

Bole: I was hoping I could get some words about what happened last week and
what you think about tonight's match up?

Shane: What do you mean tonight's match up?

Bole: Well, Shane you're facing Reno in a rematch and Jacklyn you don't have
a match while Moody is challenging for the Women's title.

Shane: Michael thanks for telling me. I didn't know. If you'll excuse me I
have to go take care of something in the ring.

(Shane walks off out of view. Jacklyn J. turns her atention to Bole.)

Jacklyn J.: Well he has alot on his mind. However Michael I'll give you and
interview.

Bole: Well I was hoping to get your thoughts about what happened last week.

Jacklyn J.: Last week I would have, *sigh* shhould have beaten Aquatic by
pinfall. However Inferno decided to get involved in my match and assault me
and almost costing me the match.

Bole: You sound to have taken this very personally.

Jacklyn J.: Oh I've taken this to a level beyond that Michael. For me it's
now business and nothing stops me from completing my business.

Bole: Do you plan on retliation?

Jacklyn J.: Actually Michael I do but there's a time and place for
everythign and we shouldn't talk about that now. In fact I better get going.

(Jacklyn J. walks off as the camera fades.)

(A whirring noise is heard in the parking lot of the Air Canada Centre. We then see a moped being driven by 'The Near Future' Nick Kincaid. Wearing a red hooded sweatshirt and red track pants, Nick brings the moped to a halt. A batch of jobbers are laughing and talking to each other while pointing at Nick in his moped.)

Foonaki: Ha ha ha!

Kincaid: It's cheaper than these stupid Canadian taxi cabs, okay! How come you always turn up in my segments anyway.

Foonaki: Ha ha ha!

Kincaid: Is that all the English you know? Get the hell out of my face you worthless Japanese piece of....

*BANG*

Kincaid: What the?

(Suddenly, the tyres on the moped pop and are deflating fast, Kincaid sighs and kicks the moped.)

Kincaid: Oh, poop! All the bloody time! ALL THE BLOODY TIME!

(Kincaid faces the jobbers.)

Kincaid: Take a look at that tyre, that's what Howitzer's ego is going to be like after I kick him to kingdom come and back! I got screwed last week, robbed off of a victory and you know it!

(The jobbers stop laughing as Nick Kincaid walks in through the entrance door. When he's gone the jobbers laugh once more as Take Michinoclu pulls out a dart gun and shoots it at the other tyre.)

(A video package begins to show last week's Bedlam, more specifically, the tag team contest between The Eco-System against Nick Kincaid and Howitzer. Howitzer hits the BFG onto Inferno and makes the cover. However, Nick Kincaid breaks up the count.)

Kincaid: I'm gonna win this match!!!

(As Howitzer answers back Inferno rolls him up into a small package and gets the win for his team, Nick Kincaid escapes up the ramp before Howitzer can do anything about it. The scene of Howitzer's face slowly blurs and then fades away. We then see 'The Near Future' Nick Kincaid, behind him are the images of that match looped over and over again but blurred out.)

Kincaid: Robbed of a victory, my first ever loss here in the BMWF. I was undefeated and undefeatable! I was on the path to becoming a legend after I single handedly defeated Johnny Stinker. Then, it was someone's stupid idea to hook me, a future legend, up with a guy who is never going to be a legend, Howitzer to face Tree Huggers Anonymous, The Eco-System!

Throughout the match it was easy to tell that Howitzer is a greedy man and his ego wants himself to win the match! He wouldn't tag me in!!

(Kincaid folds his arms.)

Kincaid: Remember in the WWE in 1998, the Bret Hart screwjob.

(We can hear the Canadian fans scart chanting "Bret got screwed".)

Kincaid: Forget that, that's in the past there's no need to worry about what some worthless piece of Canadian garbage did!! This is the Nick Kincaid screwjob of two 'K' four, or for you dumb(bleep)s who are not 'scene' enough to know what two 'K' four is, this is the Nick Kincaid screwjob of two thousand and four! A moment that nobody will ever forget! The time a future legend and a rising star in this business got screwed out of a win by a stupid, manipulative redneck named Howitzer. He's been here longer than me and he just can't take the fact that I am more of a legend than he will ever be! He can't take it that in a few years time your's truly, Nick Kincaid is going to have his name engraved in gold on the BMWF Hall of Fame, he just can't take it that my name is on everybody's lips at the moment! So he decided to pull of a stunt like this and screw me out of a win! It ain't happening tonight, Howitzer. Tonight I face you one-on-one in a singles match, my speciality, i'm not going to tolerate another loss on my record chart! Before this night is over, before Bedlam goes off the air I guarantee that there will be another 'win' tally on my record! I am 'The Near Future' Nick Kincaid...REMEMBER IT!

(The scene fades away to the moment Howitzer was pinned, then the words appear on screen...NICK KINCAID SCREWJOB OF 2K4...REMEMBER IT!)

>>>

(The Couch, Michael Bole, and Slim Jim Sullivan are busy playing poker on a crate when suddenly, the Eco-Mobile barrels in, smashing away the crate.)

Couch: WHAT THE HECK?

(Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic come out with sunglasses on. Aquatic is holding her title belt on her shoulder.)

Inferno: What's up people?

Slim Jim: WHAT'S UP?!?! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED US! YOU PEOPLE ARE MANIACS WHO-

Inferno: Whoa. Didn't ask for your life story.

Bole: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DISRESPECT US LIKE THAT! WE'RE RESPECTED WORKERS HERE! WE HAVE TENURE! WE-

Mineral: Go *BEEP* yourself.

(The Eco-System walks in smirking, eyes under sunglasses. The three announcers sputter, looking at their money and cards strewn about.)

FADE

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from 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 over the PA system as Aquatic comes out from behind the mist, raising her title above her head. She saunters down to the ring as the crowd boos. She curls her upper lip and spits into the audience, causng even more boos.)

PA:I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a psycho (You know what? Heh? I am crazy! As *BLEEP*)
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 hops up to the apron, setting off her pyro. She hops over the ropes, hands her belt to the referee and climbs up to the corner. She gestures for a microphone and is obliged.)

Aquatic: Time and time again.....the rain falls. The acid comes in the cloud....the rain burns. It no longer refreshes. The clouds are no longer releasing....they are crying.....crying in pain. All they wish for is to be released.....knowing they can never be pure again. Their very soul has been tainted....by a creature they know nothing of....their personal Lucifer...human.

(Aquatic drops the microphone and sits in the corner.)

JR: Um....was that poetry?

King: I dated a Starbucks girl like that once.

LILLY: Her opponent...
Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Judge Moody

PA: All rise for the honorable...JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the stage. Judge Moody appears from behind the curtains and begins to make her way down the ramp to receive a chorus of boos from the crowd. Judge Moody enters the ring and raises her gavel in the air as the crowd continues to boo. Judge Moody then grabs the mic from the ring announcer and addresses the crowd.)

Moody: Aquatic, let me just address something that you said last week on Bedlam...you claimed that there would be no women's division without you and that you were carrying the women's division on your back. You boasted about defeating Mae Old at Dangle's Duels of Destruction, and bragged about beating almost every woman in the BMWF. Well, some of that may be true, but here's a woman who's beaten you on multiple occasions, sometimes even for the Woman's title you're holding right now!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: So what I'm proposing Aquatic, is a Woman's title match at the next PPV to decide the ultimate Women's Champion, no matter who wins the title here tonight, with the stipulations to be decided later. You think you're carrying the Women's division, then at the next PPV...prove it!

(Judge Moody tosses the mic down and waits for her opponent.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Aquatic goes for a snap mare, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody whips Aquatic into the ropes, but Aquatic reverses it.
Judge Moody goes for a clothesline, but Aquatic ducks out of the way.
Aquatic uses an Asai moonsault on Judge Moody.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Aquatic nails Judge Moody with leg scissors.
Aquatic whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Aquatic misses with a kick.
Judge Moody smacks Aquatic with a devastating clothesline .
Judge Moody executes an eye gouge on Aquatic.
Judge Moody hits Aquatic.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody, while a few others are cheering her.
Judge Moody chops Aquatic.
Judge Moody kicks Aquatic.
Judge Moody goes for an eye gouge, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic hits a back elbow on Judge Moody.
Aquatic takes Judge Moody down with a dropkick.
Aquatic hits Judge Moody with a bulldog.
Aquatic goes for a dropkick, but Judge Moody side-steps and Aquatic
only hits air.
Judge Moody executes a huricanrana on Aquatic.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody shouts at the crowd.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody whips Aquatic into the ropes.
Aquatic smacks Judge Moody with a devastating flying lariat .
The cheers for Aquatic are drowning out the boos.
Aquatic leaves the ring.
She returns with a chair.
Aquatic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Aquatic goes for a dropkick, but Judge Moody side-steps and Aquatic
only hits air.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody hits Aquatic with a huricanrana.
Judge Moody is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Bart Farinus removes the chair from the ring.
Judge Moody locks Aquatic in ankle lock.
Aquatic inches her way towards the ropes after 5 seconds.
Judge Moody nails Aquatic with a huricanrana.
Judge Moody is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Judge Moody uses a headbutt on Aquatic.
Judge Moody whips Aquatic into the ropes, but Aquatic reverses it.
Judge Moody misses with a shoulderblock.
Judge Moody hits Aquatic with an elbow.
Judge Moody shouts at the crowd.
Judge Moody is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Judge Moody gets ankle lock on Aquatic.
Judge Moody lets go after 13 seconds.
Judge Moody gives the sign for the Moody Slam.
Judge Moody executes the Moody Slam on Aquatic.
A portion of the crowd is booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
Judge Moody is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.

*DING DING*

JR: Jacklyn J.'s out here where'd she come from?

King: I don't know but she has a steel chair.

(Jacklyn J. slides in the ring and nails Aquatic with the chair. Jacklyn
turns and smashes the chair into Moody's head)

JR: She just decimated both women with that chair.

Jacklyn J.: Last week I beat Aquatic by DQ! When it should have been by
pinfall. Yet I'm not the one getting a title shot tonight. Tonight I
challenge Aquatic to defend her title against me at the next Pay-per-View!
And I want th Eco-system banned from ring side. Unless of Course You're
afraid Aquatic.

(Jacklyn looks down at Aquatic and stands directly over her.)

Jacklyn J.: I'll be waiting for your answer!

(Jacklyn drops the mic. Points of Authority by Linkin Park hits the PA
system and Jacklyn walks out.)

(The camera tracks in towards a quiet, reserved, and reflective Myers. He
sits on the edge of a short bench, in front of his locker, sombrely looking
down at the floor between his feet. The now trademark White Mask clings to
his face, covering the hideous burns now scarred in his memories forever.)

Myers: (quietly) What is to become of me?

(Loomis enters the locker room, grinning, twirling his cane. He hands the
sombre Myers an ice cream.)

Loomis: There you go my boy.

(Myers, holding the ice cream, by the stick, looks up at his caretaker.)

Myers: Loomis.

Loomis: Yes, my boy.

Myers: How am I to eat this when this mask's mouthpiece has the thinness of
a waffler strip.

(Loomis looks at Myers, puzzled)

Loomis: I hadn't thought of that. I'm still getting used to this whole
mask-thing.

Myers: How do you think I feel?

Loomis: Here's an idea. Take the mask off to eat your ice cream.

Myers: (turning his head away) Never!

Loomis: Come on Myers, you look stupid in it.

Myers: I'd look even stupider without it.

Loomis: Perhaps the mask is why you've been losing a lot recently.

Myers: I was losing along time before I dawned the mask.

Loomis: Well I don't know.

(Myers gets to his feet and steps across to his locker, still holding the
ice cream.)

Loomis: I see you got the new outfit I ordered for you.

(The camera pans across to see a bright coloured, skin-tight wrestling
outfit hanging in Myers' locker.)

Myers: I'm not wearing that.

Loomis: You're wearing that ridiculous mask.

Myers: (loudly) I need this mask.

Loomis: And if you want a push in this federation you're going to need to
change that tired old outfit. Bruiser and the fans just aren't buying it any
longer. You do want to win don't you?

Myers: Yes.

Loomis: Well snap to it and put on that outfit.

Myers: I suffered first degrees burns to over eighty-percent of my
upper-body and this is now I'm rewarded.

Loomis: Shhh. Bruiser might hear you. You don't want to have to wrestle
Johnny Stinker again do you?

(Myers shrugs his shoulders.)

Myers: At least I can beat him.

(Loomis takes the outfit out from the locker and slides it off the hanger.)

Loomis: Here, give me the ice cream back and take this. We'll wait outside.
All that talk of evil spirits and you didn't this was going to happen to
your career. God, you really should have never left me.

Myers: I thought that's what the fans wanted.

(Loomis shakes his head.)

Loomis: My boy, it'll be a miracle if we can secure you a win by December
-'07.

(Loomis ushers the cameraman out of the locker room. Leaving Myers standing
there confused, holding an outfit that might give life back to his declining
career, or could just make him look like an even bigger dope.)

(The camera opens on a backstage hallway. Howitzer is in his wrestling attire, looking nonchalant as he makes his way down the hall. Stagehands and arena employees give him thumbs-up and high fives as he passes them. He is all smiles as he mingles with them. One of them steps towards Howitzer; it’s not a crew member, but Johnny Stinker. He stops Howitzer.)

HOWITZER: What is it, Stinker? I’m trying to get to the buffet…the “continental breakfast” at my hotel was more like a “crap-tinental breakfast.”

Stinker: Hey man, hey Howitzer, hey…you’ve got Nick Kincaid tonight.

(Howitzer looks at him expectantly, thinking he will continue. Stinker doesn’t say anything.)

HOWITZER: Yeah…?

Stinker: Well, I mean, you know, well…aren’t you worried?

HOWITZER: Worried? I dunno…the U.N. won’t get its thumbs out its @$$ to stop the genocide in Darfur, the white rhino population in northern Africa continues to decline, OPEC is pumping oil at near capacity and oil prices keep rising anyway, so I guess it’s fair to say that I worry about –

Stinker: No, man! Who cares about a stupid rhino? Aren’t you worried about wrestling Kincaid??

(Howitzer blinks and looks at Stinker for a minute, then:)

HOWITZER: BWAAAA-HAHAHA-HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WHOOOO! AW MAN, THAT IS RICH, STINKER!

(Howitzer doubles over and tries to get his composure. The crew members nearby are also laughing. Finally Howitzer straightens up.)

HOWITZER: Seriously Stinker, write that one down. You could go on Conan with bits like that. Wow! To think that I, Howitzer, would worry about losing to “The Distant Past” Rick Kincaid!

Stinker: But he beat ME single-handedly!

HOWITZER: BAWAAAAAA-HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Write that one down too, Stinker! In case you haven’t looked at your win-loss record lately, ace, you’re not exactly Royce Gracie, you know??! Look man, I ain’t worried about Rick Kincaid, okay? He’s goin’ down. BFG, 123. And Stinker?

(In a lightning quick movement, Howitzer brings his massive leg up and delivers a jarring hard kick into Stinker’s gut. The jobber crumples to the ground.)

HOWITZER: Don’t call the white rhino “stupid.”

(Howitzer steps over the fallen Johnny Stinker and makes his way for the buffet table.)

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("The Near Future" Nick Kincaid ties his bootlaces of his blue wrestling boots, wearing his wrestling attire of a blue singlet. There is a knock on the door.)

Kincaid: Come in.

(Michael's Bole's head pops through the door.)

Bole: Can I have a few words from you Nick Kincaid?

Kincaid: Be quick, I gotta rob a victory from Howitzer.

Bole: Last week Howitzer hit the BFG onto Inferno and made the cover, why did you break the count, your team could've won?

Kincaid: Bole, my team would not have won! I could see the look on Inferno's eyes, it was obvious he was going to kick out of that piece of trash wrestling move he calls his finisher, the BFG? What the hell is that?! I broke up the count to save our team, yet he gets into an argument with me and therefore costs ME that match and puts my first loss on my record!

Bole: Tonight, you face Howitzer, your thoughts?

Kincaid: He robbed a victory off me! Tonight, next, I'm going to rob a victory right off of him! He's going to now that I am 'The Near Future' Nick Kincaid...REMEMBER IT!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Howitzer

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Boston, Mass...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"The Near Future" Nick Kincaid

JR: There's the bell!
Howitzer hits Nick Kincaid with a running elbow smash.
A few fans are cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer goes for the BFG, but Nick Kincaid counters it with a roll away.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Nick Kincaid nails Howitzer with a German suplex.
Both combatants' shoulders are on the mat.
Charles Robertson counts: One, kickout.
Nick Kincaid takes Howitzer down with a cradle piledriver.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Nick Kincaid.
Nick Kincaid takes Howitzer down with a swinging neckbreaker.
A few fans are booing Nick Kincaid.
Nick Kincaid whips Howitzer into the ropes.
Nick Kincaid hits Howitzer with an elbow.
Nick Kincaid runs into the ropes.
Nick Kincaid hits Howitzer with a kick.
Nick Kincaid runs into the ropes.
Nick Kincaid goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Howitzer counters it with
a side suplex.
Howitzer is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer goes for a splash, but Nick Kincaid gets his knees up.
Nick Kincaid hits a cradle suplex on Howitzer.
Nick Kincaid whips Howitzer into the ropes.
Howitzer hits Nick Kincaid with a shoulderblock.
Howitzer puts Nick Kincaid in a Boston crab.
Nick Kincaid makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Howitzer whips Nick Kincaid into the ropes.
Howitzer executes a cobra clutch suplex on Nick Kincaid.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.

JR: This has been a pretty interesting match up between the new talent.

King: This match is boring JR. Howitzer is.

JR: Well I have a feeling things are about to pick up.

(Tobey Miliken comes walking down to the ring and has a big smile on his face.)

King: What is Tobey doing down here?

JR: Don't forget, Tobey and Howitzer have struck up a friendship here in the BMWF.

(Misty Rivers comes running down after Tobey. She stops Tobey as Tobey is about to get into the ring. The referee runs over and warns Tobey that if he gets in the ring Howitzer will be DQ'ed)

JR: Tobey better not get in there. This ref will not tolerate interference.

(Tobey get's up on the ring apron arguing with the ref. While Tobey talks to the ref, Misty throws a pair of brass knuckles to Howitzer. )

Howitzer hits Nick Kincaid with a cobra clutch suplex.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.
Howitzer catches Nick Kincaid in a Boston crab.
Nick Kincaid is struggling to reach the ropes.
Nick Kincaid makes it to the ropes after 11 seconds.
Howitzer gets a Boston crab on Nick Kincaid.
Nick Kincaid is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Nick Kincaid reaches the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Nick Kincaid goes for a dropkick, but Howitzer side-steps and Nick Kincaid
only hits air.
Howitzer takes Nick Kincaid down with a running elbow smash.

King: Kincaid’s finding it a lot harder to win matches now that he’s not wrestling people like Johnny Stinker!

J.R.: That’s life in the BMWF, King! OH!!! Running elbow smash! Howitzer’s signaling to the crowd!

(Howitzer climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pounds his chest. The crowd gives a huge pop.)

King: This crowd wants to see Howitzer dismantle Kincaid, and I think he’s about to do it!

(Howitzer whips Kincaid into the turnbuckle, then he climbs up to the second rope and sets Kincaid up for his finisher. The crowd is going crazy.)

JR: A few fans are cheering on Howitzer.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are cheering on Howitzer.

*DING DING*

(Michael Bole is standing by in the parking lot.)

Bole: It is my understanding that I was supposed to be here to greet the returning former Tag Team Champions, Team Beautiful...

(Suddenly a '69 Chevy Malibu convertible arrives. Rey Buccanero and Tazan Boy are looking around and laughing.)

Rey: Odley votto loco!!!

Tazan: Long time no see essa.

Bole: Congratulations on returning to the BMWF.

Rey: You see essa... We have been caught up in a conspiracy...

Tazan: We have been held up by the border patrol.

Rey: They said our visas had expired.

Tazan: But that has all changed.

Bole: But You are ready for your match tonight against Eco System.

Rey: Inferno and Mineral.... Those locos are still here?

Tazan: I thought that they had had enough of us kicking their a$$es a long time ago votto.

Rey: But it is all good essa. We have been down this road before.

Tazan: Commissions have always had something against us.

Rey: But we got through the red tape and now we are here.

Tazan: Not for gold this time....

Bole: If not for the Tag Team titles, what for?

Rey: Revenge essa...

Tazan: We know who set us up on this votto.

Bole: Who?

Rey: They will know that we know very soon.

Tazan: Maybe not this week....

Rey: Maybe not next...

Tazan: But soon they will know.

Bole: But you are putting all this aside so you can compete tonight... Right?

Rey: Eco System has faced us many times.

Tazan: We know them like the back of our hands.

Rey: Now Michael, votto, we have to go get ready.

(Team Beautiful pull off leaving Bole standing alone.)

(Tobey Miliken is walking around in the back talking on his cell phone.)

Tobey: Look I have told you this once already. I will be there tonight. I am going to help you out, just put your faith in me ok..Yeah yeah I know but .. Look are you sick of Lowedown and the elderly crew getting pushes in this fed or not? I'm telling you if you want to wear gold in this fed I am your best shot. Hey, I want to win gold to, but with Lowedown and these old farts that have been here since the dinosaurs we have to show them that their time is up and that it's time to step aside for the real men to take their rightful place in this fed. I'll see you in a bit. By the way, congratulations in advance on your victory tonight.

Misty: So. is this going to take off?

Tobey: It's time the old men went into retirement and the young brood took over this town. Come on Misty we got some business to take care of

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Myers

("Burn" by Usher begins to play over the stadium's PA system.)

J.R.: Is there a mistake? I thought we were expecting Myers to come out now.
He doesn't exactly embody Usher's music.

King: Hah! Burn. because of Myers' facial burns. That's hilarious.

(Myers stands backstage, peering out at the audience through the entrance
curtain.)

Myers: I can't go out there dressed like this.

(The camera pulls back to reveal Myers dressed in that ridiculous skin-tight
getup we saw him holding earlier. Myers' face is still covered by the white
mask.)

Myers: They'll all laugh at me.

(Loomis, twirling his trademark cane, steps towards his nervous competitor.)

Loomis: Come on. Get out there. Hot pink really suits your complexion.

Myers: That's really funny.

(The music continues as Loomis pushes the hesitant Myers out through the
curtain.)

Loomis: Get out there and do me proud.

(Myers walks down the ramp, his eyes, under the mask, dart from side to
side, watching as the audience points and laughs.)

King: Get an eyeful of the new Myers. I didn't know Richard Simmons was
scheduled to record a new exercise video.

J.R.: This surely must be embarrassing for the near seven-foot former
monster.

King: And I thought always having to wear this plastic crown was
embarrassing.

(Michael Bole walks up to Loomis backstage. Loomis peers out through the
curtains, watching Myers make his way to the ring.)

Bole: Loomis, quick word. What is up with Myers' new outfit?

Loomis: I thought it would soften up his image a bit.

Bole: But HOT PINK?

Loomis: Why not. It works for me.

(Myers slides into the ring, looking quite out of place in his new ring
attire. The audience finally begins to compose themselves, catching their
breath, waiting for the match to begin.)

King: Hot pink? Why do I have a feeling Loomis has been holidaying in New
Orleans on his recent hiatus.

J.R.: Perhaps that's where he took Myers last week.

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

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

(Pomp and Circumstance plays and out walks Tobey Miliken wearing a blue rhinestone robe and his blue rhinestone pants with the words, "Hollywood Idol" written down the legs. Misty Rivers hold the ropes for Tobey as he enters the ring and pulls out a mic and addresses the crowd.)

Tobey: Your Hollywood Idol is here and I AM ONE P'D OFF INDIVIDUAL.

(The crowd boos.)

Tobey: Two words. BITE ME! Now let me address this issue. It seems as if the BMWF doesn't know how to treat it's star players. The NFL, The NBA they know how to treat their rookies. They sign them to long contracts, offer them millions and millions of dollars and plays them against the best every weekend. Here in the BMWF you get squat.

(The crowd boos some more.)

Tobey: For example look at me tonight. I have been here 6 months and what type of match do I get tonight. I get the little girl, Myers. MYERS. WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU THINKING. OR SMOKING BRUISER. I'll tell you what Bruiser is doing. HE IS SCREWING ME OVER! And not just me. but a lot of the young talent in the back are getting screwed just so the old guys can wear gold belts to help keep their sagging britches up.

(The crowd starts chanting BULL. BULL..BULL..)

Tobey: Oh you think this is all Bull huh? Let me tell you something. Men like Lowedown, Judge, Scotty Scott, White Lightening, Master Z, they are nothing but vampires. They suck the blood out of the fans and this federation week after week. While men like Me, Howitzer heck even Spoon. we get the shaft. Lowedown and his thugs run rough shod over the federation and men like me, Howitzer and Spoon we have to lay on the bottom of the pond sucking their scum just so we make their pond look pretty. Making the big fish look bigger. But you know the thing about those scum sucking fish is that they get pretty big after a while. And after a while they get tired of dwelling on the bottom. AND WE ARE SICK OF DWELLING ON THE BOTTOM.

(The crowd starts to throw litter into the ring.)

Tobey: That's right just throw some more of your trash at me. That's all that Brusier does is throw trash at me anyways. Just like tonights match. I GET MYERS? WHO THE HECK IS THIS GUY. I have been here 6 freaking months. I should be fighting at least decent mid card talent and what do I get the little girl named Myers. Well Bruiser, tonight I dedicate this butt kicking to you and to the old guys in the back. Myers, you might be alright. You may even be a decent wrestler. But tonight I am going to make an example of you just so I can show this crowd and the millions watching around the world that I AM HERE TO STAY. That I am the future of this federation and that I represent what the future is and where it is going. So let's get this party started. RING THAT FREAKING BELL!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Myers goes for a running lariat, but Tobey Miliken ducks out of the way.
Tobey Miliken kicks Myers.
Myers hits Tobey Miliken.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Myers.
Tobey Miliken hits Myers.
Tobey Miliken is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Tobey Miliken attempts to place Myers on the turnbuckle, but Myers blocks it.
Tobey Miliken hits Myers with neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Tobey Miliken whips Myers into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits Myers with an elbow.
Tobey Miliken nails Myers with a missile dropkick.
Al Johnson counts: One, kickout.
Tobey Miliken executes a rabbit punch on Myers.
Tobey Miliken hits Myers.
Myers chops Tobey Miliken.
A portion of the crowd is booing Myers.
Tobey Miliken hits Myers.
Tobey Miliken is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Tobey Miliken kicks Myers.
Tobey Miliken punches Myers.
Tobey Miliken is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Tobey Miliken sets up Myers on the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken hits Tree of Woe baseball slide on Myers.
Tobey Miliken acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Tobey Miliken kicks Myers.
Tobey Miliken acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Myers chops Tobey Miliken.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Myers.

(Scotty is seen sitting staring blankly into the monitor. HIs gaze is undisturbed as he watches.)

King: Do you think Scotty is looking at Myers to be his partner?

JR: Scotty did help train Myers. Who would be a better partner than someone you know very well.

Myers hits Tobey Miliken.
Myers is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Myers hits Tobey Miliken.
Myers is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

KIng: Scotty is appaulding Myers!!!

JR: It does appear that Scotty is pleased with his former student.

Myers whips Tobey Miliken into the turnbuckle, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Tobey Miliken charges in with the Stinger Splash.
Tobey Miliken executes a missile dropkick on Myers.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken hits Myers with neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Tobey Miliken executes the Director's Choice on Myers.
Myers is struggling to reach the ropes.
Myers is close to passing out from the pain.
Al Johnson asks Myers if he's had enough.
Myers shakes his head.
Al Johnson tells Myers to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Myers nods.
Al Johnson asks Myers if he's had enough.
Myers shakes his head.
Myers is inching his way towards the ropes.
Myers is almost gone.
Al Johnson checks Myers's arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
Al Johnson stops the match after 50 seconds.
Tobey Miliken doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he
's getting.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens backstage in one of the BMWF many locker rooms. There are two leather couches, a glass table with a basket of fruit on it and a plant in the corner. From the bathroom walks the new up and coming superstar Kris CarMicheal. He sits down on the leather couch and grabs an apple from the basket. He takes a bite and places it on the table next to the basket. He grabs one of his boots from his bag and slips it over his foot. As he begins to lace the boot he starts to talk.)

Kris: Tonight is a great night for BMWF superstars. They will see many matches but the one that Team CarMicheal came to see tonight is my match. I will verse Axe tonight in my second match ever in BMWF. He requested this match because he thinks I am only a punk kid. I may talk a lot but I do back it up. If you missed it last week lets show this again.

(The fottage of last weeks match with Mark lee is shown. 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.).)

Kris: That was last week when I beat Mark Lee, now I’m on an undefeated streak. Earlier this week you say that I’ll meet a real superstar in the ring, I say I’ll meet a real injured superstar in the ring. I don’t think this match will be fair after the beating you took last week to Lowe. When I wanted to become a superstar here I thought it would be filled with challenges, apparently not. Axe is nothing in my book, just another victim. Axe, you’ve been boarded on a ride you can’t bail outta’, get ready for a wipe out you won’t get up from.

(Kris singles to the camera to leave his locker room.)

>>>

(The scene opens up backstage where Axe is grabbing a Gatorade in one of the nearby coolers when Slim Jim Sullivan appears.)

Slim Jim: Hey there Axe, long time no see! How's it going?

(Axe just stares at Slim Jim causing him to squirm in discomfort from the silence until he finally speaks.)

Slim Jim: So your facing the young Kris CarMichael tonight should be a good match.

(Again there is a long pause of silence.)

Slim Jim: (Coughs.) Do you think I could get an interview from you?

(Axe twists the cap off the Gatorade taking a long sip as Slim Jim stands there looking like an idiot.)

Slim Jim: Man Bole was right it's next to impossible trying to interview you!

(Axe stops and glares at Slim Jim before finally speaking.)

Axe: If you listen to Michael Bole your a complete moron probably worse than these Canadians.

(Crowd roars with boos.)

Slim Jim: Nah me listen to Bole? So could I get an interview?

Axe: You really want to waste air time on that insignifcant, untalented, unworthy wrestler named Kris CarMichael? What's to talk about Slim...he's a joke!

Slim Jim: Well if he's such a joke why did you issue the challenge?

Axe: I issued a challenge because I am sick and d@mn tired of seeing these new guys walking around thinking there so great because of their one win vctory. Kris CarMichael was unfortunately the unlucky victim...and he needs a reality check badly!

Slim Jim: What about Lowedown and the Hardcore title situation?

Axe: I need to give my body a rest Slim...in a way I am listening to Doctor Bennett from Fairview Hospital in Cleveland because I don't want to be out of action because I damaged my injuries even further and it's just not worth it...I'll have plenty of time to go for that gold again but first I need to fix a little problem and it's Kris CarMichael. I also need to train a lot harder if I want to take that belt off the waist of Lowedown as he is a hard mountain climb but I'll get there mark my words.

Slim Jim: So you definitely seem very confident in winning tonight's match you have no doubts?

Axe: The only doubt I have is if Kris CarMichael will be able to stand up and walk out of this arena Slim.

Slim Jim: Your seriously going to harm this young athlete?

Axe: If that's what it takes to get it through his thick head that he ain't as big as he talks.

Slim Jim: Good Lord.

Axe: That's another thing...he better be praying...that I don't RIP him apart.

(Axe walks away from a shocked Sullivan as the scene fades out.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Axe

(The lights in the ACC go out as a strobe effect begins automatically getting the sold out Toronto crowd to stand up and roar with boos and the infamous chants as Nirvana's "Lithium" blasts from the speakers.)

(Axe walks out from behind the curtain dressed in black Doc Martins, denim shorts, his sleeveless t-shirt and sporting a bandaged head, quite a few visible scars, bruises and cuts over his body. He is not wearing his sling however but his shoulder is heavily wrapped. However the crowd does not seem sympathetic as they continue to boo the BMWF superstar whom begins his descent down the rampway.)

(Once Axe reaches the end of the ramp instead of rolling underneath the bottom rope he walks up the steel steps and slowly enters the ring. He signals for the music and lights to stop and return to normal as he is handed a mic and the Canadians let the chants begin.)

CROWD: AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE!

(Axe looks at the crowd with complete disgust and waits for them to settle before finally speaking.)

Axe: You know I was told that Canada was a place where it's residents were very friendly and appreciative towards other no matter who they were...I guess I was an exception! What have I done besides state the truth about your country? Your baseball blows and will never win another World Series especially not two back to back like in 1992 and 1993. Second your hockey team sucks major *BLEEP* and finally your basketball team?! That's just a joke!

(The crowd is roaring with boos.)

(Axe walks over to the side of the ropes to see Vince Carter and some of his fellow teammates sitting at the front behind the guard rail.)

Axe: I am not even afraid to say it to your face...VINCE your team sucks major *BLEEP!* Your gonna get traded and make millions somewhere else only to "injure" yourself receive your fat cheque and do it all over again! Pathetic! ABSOLUTELY...pathetic!

(Axe begins to pace around the ring.)

Axe: But you know what tonight a man similar to Vince Carter who thinks he's all THAT...is facing me that person happens to be Kris CarMichael!

(Mixed reaction.)

Axe: This young punk thinks he's so good since he's undefeated! He thinks he's the best...and nobody can stop his stupid little *BLEEP!* Well guess what rookie...I can! And I will...I am sick of you thinking your such the top dog being undefeated by beating and I'll say it again a JOBBER! Your nothing and tonight I will prove it when I bring you over the border to Loner's Landing!

Axe: So come on out and let's get this embarassment of the week over with...you definitely deserve it you big-headed...cocky...no good son of a *BLEEP!*

King: WOAH!

JR: Axe is definitely fired up here tonight in Toronto, Ontario, Canada!

(Axe hands the mic back to the ring announcer and goes to the corner where he rests one arm on the ropes waiting for the bell and his opponent.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Clyde...
Hailing from Detroit, MI...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

Kris CarMicheal

(Once the bell sounds Axe comes flying in with a shoulderblock but uses his other shoulder due to injury by the hands of Lowedown. As Kris CarMichael gets up from the mat he is hit with another followed by a third. Axe holds onto the ropes and stomps at the back of the head of Kris repeatedly until the ref reaches the count of five and has to nearly disqualify Axe from the match when he finally lets go.)

JR: Axe almost getting DQ'ed right at the beginning of this match after holding the ropes while stomping away at the head of Kris CarMichael.

Axe picks Kris up by his head and drives it against the turnbuckle smashing his skull repeatedly as the crowd decides to count.

CROWD: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

Kris CarMichael falls to the mat as Axe begins to taunt the crowd who just boo.

JR: Axe getting the worst of this crowd but I think he should be paying more attention on his opponent.

King: Come on JR he's just a rookie Axe could win this match with a pin right now!

JR: Don't count this kid out yet King.

King: Too late already have. HA! HA!

JR: You see Kris CarMichael is on his feet and Axe is still taunting the crowd, Axe turns around no he ducks a right hook from Kris! OH! What a kick to the gut by Axe and he's got his head stuffed between his legs he's being hoisted up a-NO! Axe can't do it that shoulder of his is too sore!

Axe clenches his shoulder and backs off as Kris gets out and goes for the attack only to get headbutted and eye-raked.

JR: Axe was playing damn possum!

King: HA! HA! I love it!

JR: Axe is now running Kris's face across those ropes!
Another kick to the gut and here's another powerbomb attempt he's got him hooked and he's up and OH MY GAWD! He just powerbombed Kris CarMichael to the outside his head ALMOST bounced off the guard rail!

King: Yeah but Axe looks hurt!

Axe seems to be in considerable pain as he falls to the mat holding his shoulder. The ref checks on Axe concerned while Kris gets a breather from outside the ring. Finally Axe manages to get up and continue the fight as he rolls out the ring and stomps again at the back of the head of Kris who tries to crawl away trying to get up but only gets kicked back down.

JR: Axe is just toying with Kris with those vicious stomps to the head!
Axe is getting CarMichael to his feet and OH! What a thunderous chop by Axe! And another! A third! A fourth! A fifth!
You can see those red marks left on CarMichael like an impression!

Axe out of nowhere kicks Kris right in the groin and as he doubles over takes advantage with a Backspin DDT. Axe slowly shakes out his shoulder wincing in pain before getting Kris back up and whipping him right into the post bouncing off it and stumbling backwards only to receive a Russian legsweep.

JR: Oh no! Kris CarMichael is busted up badly folks, it must have happened when he connected against that post.
The ref has reached the count of seven but Axe is rolling Kris back into the ring and it looks like Axe wants to go up the turnbuckle.

Axe reaches the top and launches in the air with an elbow drop landing right on Kris's chest as the crowd give a small pop. Axe manages to hook the leg.

JR: This could be it here folks! One...two...KICKOUT! Kris CarMichael kicked out! And Axe is not happy!

Axe gets up and starts to argue with the ref slapping his hand against the palm doing a one, two, three but the ref gives two fingers to indicate a two count. All of a sudden Kris CarMichael catches Axe in a roll up.

JR: One...two...thre-NO! Axe just got the shoulder that would have been a huge upset! Good gameplan by Kris CarMichael but it wasn't enough!

Axe goes for an atomic drop, but Kris CarMicheal counters it with a bulldog.
In turn, Axe counters it with a back suplex.
Axe takes Kris CarMicheal down with an atomic drop.
Axe whips Kris CarMicheal into the ropes.
Kris CarMicheal hits Axe with an elbow.
Kris CarMicheal runs into the ropes.
Kris CarMicheal misses with a shoulderblock.
Axe executes a powerslam on Kris CarMicheal.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Axe goes for an atomic drop, but Kris CarMicheal counters it with an elbowsmash.
Kris CarMicheal uses neckbreaker on Axe.
Kris CarMicheal runs into the ropes.
Kris CarMicheal misses with a clothesline.
Axe misses with a clothesline.
Kris CarMicheal smacks Axe with a devastating clothesline .
Kris CarMicheal holds his right hand in the air with a "Rock On" symbol.
The crowd is starting to get behind Kris CarMicheal.

JR: Kris jumps at Axe and takes him down with a flying forearm across the chest. He jumps on top and pummels Axe’s forehead with a showering of punches.

KING: Look at the kid go, he’s taking it to Axe!

JR: He sure is, this kid is mad.

JR: Axe goes for a close line on Kris but Kris ducks and follows up with a hook kick taking down Axe. As gets up slowly and turns around and gets hit with a snapmare. Following the snapmare comes a rear naked choke. Axe battle out of the rear naked choke and spins Kris off of him. Axe runs at Kris but Kris does a drop toe hold and Axe falls on his face.

KING: How is he doing this all to Axe, it must be because he’s injured.

JR: Or maybe it’s because he really means business and that he is a good wrestler.

KING: No way, that couldn’t be true.

(JR shakes his head in disgust.)

JR: Kris is on the top rope, what will he do up there?

KING: Fall most likely.

JR: (Sarcastically) Very Funny. Axe gets to his feet slowly and looks up to see Kris diving at him for a perfectly executed cross body. He hooks the leg.

REF: 1! 2! KICKOUT!

KING: Come on Axe, do something about this young punk.

JR: Axe and Kris are going punch for punch, Kris with his right, Axe with his right, on and on. Kris blocks Axe’s punch and punches harder. He blocks another but throws his leg up, enziguri! As Axe is down Kris grabs Axe’s legs and performs a Boston Crab with perfect extension. Will Kris Tap out?

KING: Nope, Axe is a veteran he wouldn’t tap out to a punk kid using the Boston Crab.

JR: We’ll see. Axe squirms in pain and tries to move towards the ropes to break the hold. He crawls over and reaches but Kris pulls him back and sits down again. Axe tries again to crawl to the ropes and this time reaches them before having to tap out.

KING: Thank god, if Kris wins he’ll be bragging for months to come.

JR: No, he is a respectful rookie and wouldn’t dare.

KING: Apparently you haven’t seen some of this mans promos.

JR: Axe goes outside of the ring and checks his legs. Kris performs a baseball slide as Axe turns around and that knocks Axe out.

KING: Hey, he can’t do that, what was he thinking.

JR: He was thinking about winning. Kris goes out side of the ring and starts to stomp on Axe. The ref counts (1) Kris picks Axe up. (2) Kris throws Axe back into the ring and slides in after him.

JR: Kris picks Axe up and performs a perfect German suplex. The Ref counts as he hooks the leg.

REF: 1! 2! THRE-KICKOUT!

KING: That was too close for me.

JR: Kris begins to look frustrated but continues on. He picks Axe up and does a gytwrench powerbomb. That could be it if he attempts the pin. Kris picks Axe up and kicks him in the stomach. He hooks his arms and picks him up, COLLISION COURSE!

KING: NOOOO! He’s cheating.

REF: 1! 2! THRE-NO!

JR: Axe got his shoulder, how did he do that?

KING: He wouldn’t lose to a punk like CarMicheal, he still has fuel in him.

JR: Axe is laying down on the mat, and Kris is on the top turnbuckle, what is he calling for? Kris stands vertical and raises his fist in the air but puts two fingers up In a “rock on” symbol. Kris jumps for a leap of faith and hits an impact elbow drop.

KING: Ahhhh, come on Axe, you can’t lose now, this kid is nothing.

JR: This kid is something, he has been very impressive in this match. He may even win off of that move. He lies on Axe.

REF: 1! 2! 3-SHOULDER UP!

KING: He got the shoulder up, incredible!

JR: That was incredible, but you have to say that Kris would have won if he hooked the leg.

KING: I won’t say that.

JR: King, look on the Bruisertron.... It's Scotty watching this match up.

King: Scotty is looking at Axe?

JR: It appears to be.

Axe hits a running driving kneelift on Kris CarMicheal.
Axe executes a Russian legsweep on Kris CarMicheal.
Axe hits Kris CarMicheal with a swinging neckbreaker.
Axe uses an elbowsmash on Kris CarMicheal.

King: Scotty is smiling!!!! I have not seen Scotty smile in a long time if ever!!!!

JR: It does appear that Scotty is impressed with this youngster.

(Misty comes walking down to the ring wearing a short skirt and tight top.)

King: Hey JR look, Misty changed her clothes and man does she look tight.

JR: Yes we know King, tight like a tiger.

King: OH YEAH!

JR: But what is she doing down here right now.

Axe throws Kris Carmichael into the turnbuckle and follows through with a running clothesline sending Kris Carmichael to the mat.

(Misty walks around the ring and guys at ringside are going wild. Axe is yelling at Misty.)

King: What is Axe yelling at Misty.

JR: Probably to get her tight little butt back to the back with her boyfriend Tobey Miliken.

(Just then Tobey Miliken comes from the crowd behind Axe and the referee who is also yelling at Axe and Misty Rivers. The ref goes through the ropes and tells Misty to go back to the back. While the ref is distracted Tobey taps Axe on the back and when Axe turns around Tobey sprays pepper spray in his face. Axe jumps up and down and while he is rubbing his eyes Tobey pulls out a lead pipe tucked into the back of his pants and hit's Axe over the head. Blood goes everywhere. Kris Carmichael rolls up Axe for the pin. Tobey slides under the ropes. Misty walks away and Tobey ducks back into the crowd as the ref turns around.)

One.Two.SHOULDER UP!!

JR: What was that all about?

King: Who know's with Tobey, who knows.

JR: Perhaps some hard feelings towards Axe over his tag team title loss a while back. but like you said King, who knows.

Kris CarMichael tries to go for a DDT but receives quick punches to the kidneys breaking the hold as Axe spins around from the front to the back grabbing Kris's waist from behind and going for a Belly-to-back suplex which he connects but pops up holding his shoulder in agony.

JR: That seperated shoulder is really causing Axe a lot of pain and this match might need to be stopped!

Axe notices Kris coming to attack but gets caught with an Atomic Drop followed by a hip-toss and a quick dropkick to the back of the head. Axe then locks on an armbar immediately applying full pressure as Kris CarMichael screams in agony.

JR: Axe has that armbar locked in and this could spell trouble for Kris CarMichael!

King: Break his arm Axe! Tear it off!

JR: King please!

Axe yanks as hard as he possibly can on the arm as Kris CarMichael yells and tries to fight it but is near to tapping out. Axe lifts his waist upward to apply even more pressure but Kris shakes his head several times when asked to give up.

JR: This kid is showing a lot of tanasity!
Axe has that armbar locked in tight but Kris is making it towards those ropes...he's getting closer...and closer...and c-NO! Axe drags him back!

Axe continues to manipulate the arm until Kris shows signs of fading when the ref begins to lift his arm and check. Kris's arm goes up..........it falls. The arm goes up again............it falls. The arm goes up for the last time..........it stays up!

JR: CarMichael has his arm up! He has his arm up!
He's now summoning that last burst of energy towards the ropes and yes! He broke the hold! But Axe isn't letting go! That son of a-

King: Hey JR!

Axe finally releases after the count of five and slowly gets to his feet as Kris looks exhausted and continues to bleed from his forehead. As he gets up Axe whips him to the ropes as he returns he catches Kris with a powerslam and plants him on the mat followed by a cover while using the tights.

JR: Axe has the damn tights! One....two...t-NO! Kris managed to get a shoulder!

Axe lets Kris back up and ducks an oncoming clothesline and gets hit with a kick to the gut followed by a quick vertical suplex and another and finally a third doing a trifecta. Axe wastes no time and goes back up top and launches through the air with a leg drop landing right on Kris and goes for the pin but uses the ropes.

JR: Axe is cheating again! One, two, thre-NO! Kris CarMichael manages to get another shoulder and Axe is starting to wonder what the heck does he have to do to keep him down!

Axe gets Kris back to his feet and delivers some hard lefts and rights followed by a series of chops. As he gets whipped to the ropes he takes him down with a clothesline followed by a quick elbowdrop and another pin.

JR: One...Two...Thr-NO! Kris kicks out!
Axe is now grabbing Kris by his legs and he's droppin back a-OH MY GAWD! Axe just hotshot Kris CarMichael out of the ring and he just hit his head against that metal guard rail!

Axe rolls out of the ring and picks Kris CarMichael up and whips him in the steps where he makes contact and flips over laying in a heap bleeding quite bad from the head and looking completely out of it. Axe lays in a few stomps before throwing him back in the ring and following. Axe gets Kris up and delivers a kick to the midsection and as CarMichael doubles over he executes The Loner's Landing!

JR: LONER'S LANDING! LONER'S LANDING! LONER'S LANDING!
THIS HAS TO BE IT!
ONE....TWO....THRE-NO!!!! KRIS GOT A SHOULDER! Kris got the shoulder! I don't believe it and neither does Axe!

King: YAHH!!

Axe gets up and begins to kick the ropes and yells out loud as he lets the crowd get to him he begins to mouth off to the sold out audience and climb the turnbuckle continuing to do so when very slowly Kris CarMichael arises from the mat and slowly stalks over. Once Axe jumps down and turns he is caught with the Collision Course!

JR: Kris CarMichael just executed the Collision Course on Axe!!!

KING: The Collision Course? I thought his finisher was the KickFlip.

JR: Well, he claims that it changed while he was waiting to have his app approved!

Kris goes for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is cheering on Kris CarMicheal.

*DING DING*

KRIS CARMICHAEL DID IT! HE BEAT AXE! HE IS STILL UNDEFEATED! 2-0!!!

King: NO!!!

(Axe slowly gets up and is very pissed off as he spots Kris CarMichael celebrating and immediately charges and takes his head off with an elbowsmash. As Kris CarMichael hits the mat Axe rolls out the ring and clocks Clyde, Kris's manager before lifting up the apron and pulling out a table and a steel chair.)

JR: Axe pushes the table into the ring and gets back into the ring lifting the chair up and unleashing a series of shots over the head.

*SMACK!*

*SMACK!*

*SMACK!*

*SMACK!*

The dented chair is then placed around Kris CarMichael's head as Axe goes to the top turnbuckle. He launches into the air and comes crashing down with an elbow onto the chair as the crowd begin to chant.

CROWD: HOLY *BLEEP!* HOLY *BLEEP!* HOLY *BLEEP!*

JR: This is uncalled for! Axe is being a sore loser this ain't right!

Axe delivers some stomps to the head of Kris whose head is still wrapped around a steel chair. Axe sets up the table and yanks the chair off his head and picks Kris up and is heavily bleeding. Axe gives a stiff kick to the gut and executes The Loner's Landing through the table as it shatters into several pieces leaving Kris unconsious. Axe gets a microphone and begins to speak.

Axe: THAT was a d@mn fluke! You got lucky! I had you beat! This isn't over...next week I want you in a hardcore match!

(Axe drops the mic and walks out of the ring going to JR and King at the announce table.)

JR: Axe just displayed some non-sportsmanlike behaviour and may have injured Kris CarMichael badly and has issued a challenge next week for a hardcore match!

King: Did you see that elbow drop onto Kris's head?! It must have deflated it! HA! HA!

(Myers sits outside the stadium, on the street curb, holding a piece of
cardboard.)

Myers: If I weren't so sad I'd cry.

(On the cardboard is written: Please. Somebody help me. Loomis walks towards
the seated Myers, still grinning, still twirling his cane.)

Loomis: Myers don't be so hard on yourself.

Myers: I wrestled in a hot pink skin-tight outfit. My life can't get any
worse.

Loomis: Though it can get a whole lot better, and fast. I've got a couple of
free passes to Platinum Blonde. Come on. Let's go get some free lap dances
that even Tyrone would be jealous of.

(Myers looks up, glaring at Loomis through his mask.)

Myers: They wont ask me to take my mask off will they?

Loomis: Not unless they want to make their jobs even more difficult.

King: Hah! Loomis is taking Myers to a strip club. What a coincidence, I've
got two free passes to Platinum Blonde tonight too. Hey! Where'd my two free
passes go? Loooommmmissss!

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

(The arena lights fade)

P.A: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT

(Flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and In the Shadows by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak. In one hand he carries the chair, in the other a set of handcuffs, and rolls into the ring)

CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!

P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…

JR: The crowd making their voices heard tonight, Ezekiel proving to be popular with the fans. Let’s see what he has to see about the challenge he issued to Hardcore Harry last week.

King: Now that was a mistake JR, he has not got the you know whats, to hang with the Ultra-Violent Icon.

Ezekiel: As I said last week, things are changing around here.

(On the screen appears a video segment from last weeks show…

Hardcore Harry executes the Hardcore Hell on Ash.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is vociferously booing Hardcore Harry.

*DING DING*

Lilly: The winner is Hardcore Harry!

JR: Ezekiel making his way down to the ring, chair in hand.

King: YAH! Business is about to pick up!

JR: Hey King, that's my line!

(Ezekiel walks round the ring, takes a microphone from a crew member and rolls into the ring)

Ezekiel: Things have changed considerably over the past week. I have seen that there are other ways to deal with circumstances that present themselves. Ash, you were right to dismiss me two weeks ago when we faced. That man you faced had become complacent and uninspired. That will not happen again. I was unable to compete for the US Title last week, however now my sights are set just that little bit higher. I cannot sit around and wait for opportunities, it is time to make them and take what I need. Harry, the ultra-violent icon, there is more than one way to skin your prey. If you are up for the challenge, and I know you will be Harry, it is time for you to come face on with conceptual innovation. A match that will test your skills to the limit, so much so that you will consider last week's three way a walk in the park. Are you intrigued Harry? It is time to put that belt on the line at the next Pay Per View, in the most challenging match up of your career!

(FADE))

Ezekiel: I have still not heard from Harry, it is time to step up to the plate. There is a new light burning its way through the BMWF, and I know that you Harry, will not refuse. As far as the match itself goes, well that would be spoiling things now.

King: Ezekiel should be hoping that Harry does refuse!!!

Ezekiel: Now Tamer, there is a first time for everything. This is our first meeting, your first match as one half of the tag champions. You have been on a roll as of late, climbing to the top of the ladder, however where would you be without Tyrone?

Regardless of that you are one of the few people in the BMWF, who I have got some respect for, a person who has pursued their journey and reached the light.