Date : 8/9/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Air Canada Centre Toronto Ontario

JR: Earlier this weekend we got up with The World Tag Team Champions, Tamer
and Tyrone Smith, down in Florida while Tamer was moving in with The World
Champion.

(The scene opens outside Tyrone's house. A Giant U-Haul truck pulls up.
Tamer steps out of the drivers seat and around to the back of the truck.
Tyrone walks out from inside the house.)

Tyrone: Damn...Ya move da whole house?

Tamer: Well actually...

Tyrone: Ya gotta be (bleep)in wit me...

Tamer: Its not everything. But there were some thing I didn't see any point
in selling.

Tyrone: Ya sold da house tho right?

Tamer: Not yet. But I have a few buyers...

Tyrone: Would I know da names?

Tamer: Probably not. So far its just a bunch of rich snobby Californians.

Tyrone: So what? Did ya t'ink ya'd jus' bring on over?

Tamer: Well I got my bike. The jumbo high def TV with DVD player. My Bed...

Tyrone: I got ya a bed.

Tamer: Right but... I thought I might want to know who had slept in my bed.
And I figured it'd be easier if I brought my own.

Tyrone: harsh...True.. but harsh.

Tamer: I brought my black leather La-Z-Boy and got you one just like it.
Brought the Big couch. The Dobly surround sound system and Stereo system. It
even plays records which is cool. The brand new computer.

Tyrone: Dis sounds more like mos' people's dream shopping list.

Tamer: I also brought the Italian made desk from Clancy's office. And my
dresser. And I brought all the plates and silverware and stuff. Lots of pots
and pans.

Tyrone: Back ta da cool (bleep) please.

Tamer: Right. Well that's really it. I mean....Other than the pool table,
arcade games, dart set, Bar equipment, turn tables, lighting system, and
left over liquor...

(Tamer grabs a couple of his suitcases and walks inside the house. Tyrone is
sanding still with a grin on his face. The scene re-opens inside the living
room. Tyrone is sitting back in the specially made La-Z-Boy Tamer got to fit
him. Tamer walks out.)

Tamer: I think I got everything set up. I put together an office area for
reviewing tapes and stuff with the small plasma flat screen I brought. The
desk and computer are in there. I got my bed in place. You know how hard it
was to find a room without holes in the wall...

Tyrone: Out of my hands...

Tamer: I may have to do some work around here...

Tyrone: Feel free Lucy...I'll remind ya when I come home every night. Ya can
start wit' my laundry then clean da windows.

Tamer: *Bleep* you.

Tyrone: Bump yer @$$, too, Jigga man.

Tamer: And I set up the game room and stuff.

Tyrone: Good. I set up da bar...turn tables..an sorted out the booze. I also
fumbled aroun' wit da damn light system ting an' got dat workin'.

Tamer: cool I guess now I can relax.

Tyrone: Now we party....

Tamer: Party?

Tyrone: Yes, Party!

Tamer: I'm still recovering from the last one... Are you serious?!

(The two walk to the kitchen) Tyrone: Speakin' of... Did you have fun at dat
lil' "welcome to yer new home" diddy last night?

Tamer: It was amazing. Nobody throws parties like you. I'd say best one
ever, minus the fight.

Tyrone: Dat dude had it comin' to him!!!

Tamer: Yeah, but Ty, man, you give them a warning THEN attack on the next
offense.

Tyrone: Are ya tellin' me it's cool for a mudda (beep)a to come into my...
come into OUR house, we don't know him, an' he just change the TV channel
while a group of us are watchin' somet'in'?

Tamer: Yeah, he messed up a few, but...

Tyrone: Are ya tellin' me dat it's cool for dis dude to come into OUR
diggory an' be all rubbin' up tryin' to mess wit' MY females, hittin' on my
friends tryin' to hook up wit' each an' every one of my premium tail,
ANNNNNNNNND pat ME on top of my head?

Tamer: Ok ok, so the guy had it coming to him. But, I mean, come on man... I
had JUST finished clearing out a room for my gym equipment and you had to
just throw the guy threw the damn wall?!

Tyrone: Hey, how was I supposed to know dat was a soft spot in da dry wall?

(the two bust out laughing)

Tamer: You did strike the fear of Tyrone into him.

Tyrone: Hell yeah... What's Tyrone's rule #1?

Tamer: "Tyrone's the Step Daddy of all"

Tyrone: Really? Ok, What's Tyrone's rule #2?

Tamer: "During football season, you cannot say anything derogatory of the
Tampa Bay Buccaneers... and the 'Tyrone' football season lasts all year"

Tyrone: OK OK... Rule #15?

Tamer: "Don't mess with Tyrone's women..."

Tyrone: EXACTLY!!! An' he broke dat rule... so I had to break his face.

(Tamer opens the refrigerator. Every shelf is stock-full of Red Stripe and
various liquor bottles)

Tamer: HOLY CRAP!!!! Where's the food I bought?

Tyrone: Um... already put to good use.

(Tyrone rubs his stomach)

Tamer: You've got to be kidding me!

Tyrone: (Laughs) Yeah... I moved dem to da walk-in down da hall. We needed
space for da drinks for t'night's party.

Tamer: TONIGHT'S PARTY?!

Tyrone: Yeah... Last night was YER "Welcome" party. T'night is MY "Welcome
home" party... geez. Is everyt'in' 'bout ya man?!

(Tyrone grabs a Red Stripe and walks out of the kitchen, leaving Tamer
standing with a look of amazement on his face)

Tamer: This was my choice... This was my choice... This was my choice...

(fade)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from San Quentin Correctional Facility...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Ash

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

The BMWF All-American Champion...
White Lightning

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare over the PA as the lights go out. Lightning bolt symbols flash throughout the audience. White Lightning walks onto the stage. White Lightning has a spotlight on himself. White Lightning is wearing a shiny blue robe. On the back it reads, "The Legend". White Lightning makes his way down to the ring and soon enters.)

JR: This should be a very tough task for White Lightning!

(White Lightning removes his robe to reveal the All-American Title. He gives the All-American Title to the referee who holds it into the air before placing it on the outside of the ring. The Lights turn back on and the music stops as White Lightning awaits his opponents.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.

White Lightning connects with a snap suplex on Ash
White Lightning begins to lay into the ribs of Ash with vicious kicks

King: HAHA! I think I heard a few ribs break!

JR: White Lightning certainly is taking control of this match!

White Lightning lifts Ash to his feet
White Lightning drops him with a DDT
White Lightning quickly climbs onto the top turnbuckle
White Lightning jumps off
Nailing a Flying Leg Drop
White Lightning makes the cover

Ref Counts: 1…2…kickout!

JR: Ash barely got the shoulder up!

White Lightning begins to complain to the ref
Ash gets to his feet
Ash nails White Lightning from behind
Ash begins to unload with a flurry of punches on White Lightning
Ash lifts White Lightning into the air and drops him with a suplex

JR: Ash is really picking up the offense here!

Ash lifts White Lightning to his feet
Ash attempts another suplex, but White Lightning blocks it
White Lightning kicks Ash in the gut
White Lightning nails Ash with the Flash
White Lightning makes the cover

Ref Counts: 1…2…kickout!

JR: MY GOD! Ash kicked out of the Flash!

White Lightning climbs to the top turnbuckle
White Lightning hits a moonsault
White Lightning makes the cover

Ref Counts: 1…2…kickout!

JR: What does White Lightning have to do to keep Ash down!

White Lightning lifts Ash to his feet
White Lightning connects with a Double Arm DDT
White Lightning covers Ash again

Ref Counts: 1…2…shoulder up!

JR: Ash kicked out again! I don't think he can beat Ash!

White Lightning gets to his feet looking very angry
White Lightning mouths the words, "I don't need this!"
White Lightning causally exits the ring and rips his All-American Title away from a ringside official

JR: What is he doing?

King: He's a genius, JR!

White Lightning begins to backtrack up the ramp shaking his head
The Referee is already at the 5 count

Ref: 5…6…7…8

JR: So, he is just gonna walk out?

King: Why not? He'll keep the title! He's had enough of this moron Ash!

(Suddenly, Commissioner Dangle hits the ramp.)

DANGLE: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on a minute, bucko! Stop counting, ref!

(The ref and Lightning stop.)

DANGLE: Lightning, maybe you forgot the rules for the All American title, but the belt can change hands on a DQ or a countout!

KING: Hey! That's right!

DANGLE; Now, normally I'd have just let you walk out and lose the title, but since Ash was an RP no-show, I'm giving you the change to get back in there and win! Start a new count, ref!

Len Stanley counts: 1.
Len Stanley counts: 2.l.
Len Stanley counts: 3.
Len Stanley counts: 4.
White Lightning gets back into the ring.
Ash nails White Lightning with an elbowdrop.
Ash throws White Lightning into the turnbuckle.
Ash runs shoulder-first into the corner, but White Lightning
moves out of the way.
White Lightning gives the sign for the Flash.
White Lightning executes the Flash on Ash.
Quite a few boos are audible.
White Lightning goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
White Lightning is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is White Lightning!

JR: We'll be right back!

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

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

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Hardcore Harry

Extreme Hardcore Entertainment flashes across the bruisertron as a darkened
green glow falls upon the arena. "Back Up" by 12 Stones bursts over the PA
system and the fans begin to boo. Hardcore Harry slowly comes walking out
onto the entranceway with a cocky grin on his face with the BMWF
Intercontinental Championship around his waist. Harry walks down to the ring
taking his time with his chin up high clearly showing off. Harry slides into
the ring calling for a mic as his music slowly fades away)

Harry: Before I get started I just want to say I am not happy being back
here in Canada!!! Out of every arena we go to, all you Canadians have to be
the most disrespectful sum BLEEPs I have ever seen!!!

(The crowd really lets Harry have it, even a couple of drink cups are thrown
at him into the ring)

Harry: I see wrestling here tonight is going to be a pretty big chore, and
no I am not talking about my opponent. I have wrestled this veteran very few
times, like two or three at the most and not once have I defeated him. Now
as most of you know me, I am not a man of the past so Maverick, I don't care
how good you were, I'm that much BLEEP better!!!

(The crowd boos Harry even more and some Maverick chants are heard)

Harry: Maverick you have had a warm up match here and there but tonight is
your first real match since your return. Sure you can beat some no name
jobbers just to build up your confidence but tonight I am going to bring you
back to the real world. I am going to show you what kind of a monster you
created in me two years ago! God knows that I respect you more than any many
here but when you step into the ring your nothing more than an unlucky city
boy!

(Harry pulls his title from around his waist)

Harry: I know you have held this title in the past; I even know that you
defeated Scotty Scott for it three years ago, but the fact remains I am the
present and you are the PAST!!! Maverick you are over the hill, face it, you
can't cut it any more! Now I am the legend, now I am the icon!!!

(Harry slows down for a second to catch his breath as he calms himself down)

Harry: Maverick, tonight this isn't only going to be just another match for
me, oh no... Tonight this is going to be a privilege, a privilege to finally
defeat the one and only, to finally conquer another accomplishment on my
already full career list. Tonight Maverick, your MINE!!!

(Harry tosses the microphone out of the ring followed by his
Intercontinental Championship)


LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...
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: Toronto! I’m sure all of you have been waiting for this match! Last week I demolished two of our jobbers in a handicapped match, and this week I feel like nothing’s changed! Harry, I respected ya back in the day, but this time around it’s no outs for you! Tonight, I’m sitting on a royal flush and all you got is 2-7 off! Not too sure what that means, Harry? I’m about to show ya!

(Maverick tosses the microphone behind him and lunges at Harry before the bell rings.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Maverick and Hardcore Harry are going at it! I can’t believe it!

King: It’s like teacher versus student!!

JR: Yeah, well it kind of is in a way, King!

King: Well, at least they will have a role model to take notes from!! HA!!!

JR: Harry with a hard shot to Maverick’s face! He’s going for a guerilla press!!

King: He’s got Maverick in the air and… wait!! Maverick wiggled free and took Harry down with a reverse DDT!! Harry is motionless!!

JR: Maverick is slowly raising to his feet. He doesn’t notice Harry beginning to move either!

King: Maverick is know his hands and knees! Harry is right behind him ready to strike!!

JR: GOOD LORD ALMIGHTY!! Maverick just bucked like a mule and hit Hardcore Harry right in the kisser!!

Maverick hits a spear on Hardcore Harry.
Maverick punches Hardcore Harry.
Maverick executes a DDT on Hardcore Harry.
Maverick goes for an irish whip, but Hardcore Harry reverses it.

JR: Looks like Harry is readying for a clothesline here!!

King: Maverick with a spinning heel kick to Hardcore Harry!!

JR: What a beating! Harry will be eating some teeth on that hit!

Hardcore Harry goes for a choke slam, but Maverick counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
Maverick uses spinning heel kick on Hardcore Harry.
Maverick gets a sleeperhold on Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry reaches the ropes after 6 seconds.
Maverick whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes, but Hardcore Harry reverses it.
Maverick goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Hardcore Harry counters it with
a side suplex.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.
Hardcore Harry executes the Sky High on Maverick.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Hardcore Harry hits Maverick with a Russian legsweep.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Maverick misses with a clothesline.
Hardcore Harry hits Maverick with a clothesline.
Maverick falls out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, Maverick
reenters the ring.

King: Maverick is mauling Harry with rights and lefts! The ref is trying to break it up!!

JR: Maverick is choking him out with the top rope!!

King: The ref is demanding that Maverick break the hold! He had best be careful before he gets himself DQ’d!

JR: I don’t think Maverick cares! He’s trying to make an example of the kid he once mentored!

King: He’s really taking charge in this match! He’s got a score to settle with somebody it seems!!

JR: Yeah but it sure isn’t Harry! He’s just sending a message!!

Maverick takes Hardcore Harry down with a swinging neckbreaker.
The crowd is starting to get behind Maverick.
Maverick nails Hardcore Harry with a drop toe hold.
Maverick whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Maverick uses a legsweep on Hardcore Harry.

JR: Maverick is relentless tonight!

King: He’s dragging Harry’s body over to the corner by his arm!!

JR: He’s making a habit of that!

King: YAAAAAH!!! Arm buster from the top ropes!!! That’s gotta hurt!

JR: Harry is holding his shoulder in such pain!!

JR: Maverick kicks Harry in the gut! He’s got Hardcore Harry by the hair!!

King: What’s Maverick doing? He’s pointing at the Bruisertron for some odd reason!

JR: Maybe he’s calling for somebody?

King: Knee to Harry’s face! He’s got Harry’s head between his knees! This looks like it could be it for Harry!

JR: OH MY LORD!!!! ATOMIC PILEDRIVER TO HARDCORE HARRY BY MAVERICK!!!

King: He can’t use Master Z’s finishing move! I say so!!

JR: That was a direct insult to Master Z!! I can’t believe Maverick had a grapefruits to do something like that!!

King: Maverick is severely pleased with himself!! He’s laughing about it!!

JR: Wouldn’t you be? He’s making the cover! The ref is counting!

One!

Two!

Thr…

King: Maverick lifted him up!!

JR: What!? Is he crazy, he had this match won!

King: Maverick is dragging Harry’s lifeless body up to the turnbuckle!

JR: He’s stomping away on Harry!

King: Harry doesn’t even know what day it is! Maverick is kicking him into next week!!

JR: I don’t know about that but the damage is incredible!

King: He’s lifted Harry to the top ropes! Double underhook!!

JR: NO!! Maverick isn’t wasting any time!

King: TOP ROPE TIGER DRIVER FROM MAVERICK TO HARDCORE HARRY!!!

JR: HARRY IS DEAD!!!

King: YAAAAH!! Maverick isn’t finished!! He leaps to the top ropes and takes to the air! No! Not this!!

King: Maverick is in the air, twisting and turning with such force! He’s going for it!

JR: Maverick is faling.. falling… and…

*CRASH!!!*

JR: … Good Lord!! Maverick just landed the Rolling Cannonball Drop on Hardcore Harry’s chest!! He’s broken in more ways than I can count!!

King: Maverick is laying on top of him!! That’s a pin!

JR: The ref is counting now!!

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

*DING!* *DING!*

King: I knew this would happen!! I missed Maverick!!

JR: You liar! You hated him!!

King: Yeah but I like him now that he’s back. Is that ok?

JR: Whatever!! Such mayhem! What could possibly be next!?

JR: We are cutting to the back for a second.

(Scotty is seen talking to Mark Lee.)

King: Oh MY GOD!!!! NOT MARK LEE!!!!

JR: They are looking at the monitor.

King: They are looking at Harry. I know it.

JR: They are looking and appear to be looking favorable at Harry.

We'll be right back!

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

Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

The BMWF U.S. Champion...
"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

JR: Master Z runs into the ropes.
Tyrone Smith uses a spinebuster on Master Z.
Tyrone Smith goes for a full nelson slam, but Master Z counters it with
a backward kick.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Master Z takes Tyrone Smith down with a low blow.
Master Z uses a kick to the head on Tyrone Smith.
Master Z executes an eye gouge on Tyrone Smith.
Master Z takes Tyrone Smith down with a dropkick.
Master Z flexes for the crowd.
Master Z is being booed out of the building.
Master Z goes for a punch, but Tyrone Smith counters it with a roundhouse right.
Tyrone Smith uses a spinebuster on Master Z.
The chants for Tyrone Smith are deafening.
Tyrone Smith catches Master Z in a short arm scissors.
Master Z makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 14 seconds.
Tyrone Smith goes for the Reverse DDT, but Master Z blocks it.
Master Z goes for a ropeburn, but Tyrone Smith blocks it.
Tyrone Smith punches Master Z.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Tyrone Smith hits Master Z.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Tyrone Smith.
Master Z punches Tyrone Smith.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Master Z kicks Tyrone Smith.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Tyrone Smith almost takes Master Z's head off with a flying clothesline
The crowd erupts.
Tyrone Smith goes for a crossface chickenwing, but Master Z blocks it.
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Master Z takes Tyrone Smith down with throat punch.
The crowd is vociferously booing Master Z.
Master Z is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Master Z nails Tyrone Smith with an elbowdrop.
Master Z whips Tyrone Smith into the ropes.
Master Z uses a dropkick on Tyrone Smith.
Master Z goes for a legdrop, but Tyrone Smith rolls out of the way.
Tyrone Smith almost takes Master Z's head off with a flying clothesline
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

JR: I am getting word about something.

King: Something in the back?

(Scotty is seen cheering Master Z on. He looks to be really excited about what he is seeing.)

King: Scotty is looking at Master Z as a partner!!!! I knew it!!!!

JR: It does appear that he is looking very favorable towards Master Z.

King: And they have teamed up before.

JR: Tyrone Smith locks Master Z in the STF.
Master Z breaks the hold after 7 seconds.
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Tyrone Smith hits Master Z with a clothesline.
Master Z falls out of the ring.
Tyrone Smith rolls out under the bottom rope.
Tyrone Smith nails Master Z with a spinebuster.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Tyrone Smith reenters the ring.
Master Z climbs back into the ring.
Tyrone Smith goes for a crossface chickenwing, but Master Z blocks it.
Master Z whips Tyrone Smith into the ropes, but Tyrone Smith reverses it.
Master Z misses with a kick.
Master Z misses with a clothesline.
Master Z hits Tyrone Smith with throat punch.

JR: We have seen Scotty watching on a monitor all night but he has walked out here for this match!!!!

King: He has a chair!!!!

JR: He is walking down the ramp!!!!!

King: He stopped and has unfolded the chair!!!!

JR: He is just sitting there!!!!

King: It's no secret JR... Scotty helped Tyrone out when he first started.... Maybe he is the chosen one.

JR: The crowd is vociferously booing Master Z.
Master Z whips Tyrone Smith into the ropes, but Tyrone Smith reverses it.
Master Z hits throat punch on Tyrone Smith.
Master Z hits Low blow kick on Tyrone Smith.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Master Z whips Tyrone Smith into the ropes.
Master Z puts Tyrone Smith in a chokehold.
Bart Farinus warns Master Z to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Master Z sends Tyrone Smith into the turnbuckle.
Tyrone Smith comes back and rocks Master Z with a kick to the midsection.
Tyrone Smith sets up Master Z on the turnbuckle.
Tyrone Smith uses top-rope fallaway slam on Master Z.
Master Z begs off.

JR: Master Z rakes the face of Tyrone Smith!

(Tyrone Smith holds his eyes and stumbles around the ring blinded by the move.)

JR: Master Z grabs Tyrone by the hair, places his jaw on the top of his head, and executes a jawbreaker knocking Tyrone out cold!

(Master Z rebounds off the ropes and drops a knee straight into the ribs of his opponent. Master Z struts around the ring as Tyrone bleeds.)

JR: Master Z throws Tyrone Smith off the ropes.

Master Z catches Tyrone Smith with a gorilla press

KING: What goes up......

(Master Z takes a running start and launches Tyrone Smith over the top rope and into the guard rail outside the ring.)

JR: WOW! What power Master Z has! Tyrone Smith is a big guy and he's throwing him around like a rag doll!

(Master Z struts around the ring again. He taunts the fans and Tyrone.)

JR: Tyrone gets back into the ring at the 9 count.

JR: Master Z sets Tyrone Smith on the top rope! Is he going to??? NO WAY! Master Z is going to Atomic Drive the big man!

*CRASH*

(Master Z uses all of his weight to pull the big man down from the top rope into an Atomic Driver.)

JR: Tyrone Smith is incapacitated! What is Master Z doing? He isn't going for the pin!

(Master Z slides out of the ring under the bottom rope and returns with a steel chair.)

JR: Why didn't Master Z go for the pin?
KING: It's not a title match, why would Master Z pin Tyrone?

JR: Tyrone is getting up! That Atomic Driver didn't keep him down as long as we would have expected!

KING: It's all in Master Z"s plan, JR! He didn't want to put Tyrone down for good.

JR: Master Z swings the chair at Tyrone, but Tyrone dodges it and punches Master Z!

Tyrone Smith is fighting back!

*CRUNCH*
*CRACK*

JR: OH MY! Master Z just kicked Tyrone Smith in the groin and followed up with a chair shot! Tyrone smith is down! That'll be it folks!

*DING**DING**DING*

JR: Master Z is going to be disqualified for using an illegal object!

KING: Illegal? Master Z just thought Tyrone needed to get off his feet!

JR: Scotty is standing up and applauding Tyrone Smith!!!!!

King: It's Tyrone I know it.... He has gotten Tyrone to join him!!!!

JR: Scotty is walking back to the back now.

KING: Wait! I think he's applauding Master Z!

JR: We're outta time!

KING: YAHHHH!

(Master Z gloats as he heads up the ramp. The camera closes in on a bloodied Tyrone as we fade...to...black...)

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