Date : 8/23/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Skyreach Centre Edmonton Alberta Canada

(The show opens inside the Skyreach Centre Edmonton Alberta Canada . The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Skyreach Centre Edmonton Alberta Canada ! 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!

(The lights in the arena go out)

PA: If we only knew the truth about it...

Maybe we could work a way around it...

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

PA: IF WE ONLY KNEW THE TRUTH ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!

MAYBE WE COULD WORK A WAY AROUND IT!!!!!!!!!

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

JR: "The Brothers of the Apocalypse", as they call themselves, have just arrived

(The crowd cheers as Tyrone and Tamer make their way to the ring. Tyrone still sporting the World Title belt over his shoulder and Tamer is wearing a long, black duster. The two men enter the ring and raise their arms, acknowledging the crowd. Tyrone is handed a mic by a crewmember)

JR: I've heard from a few people that Tyrone is more than a little upset about Lowedown and Maverick's comments about his "paper championship" reign.

Tyrone: If anyone knows me, I'm more dan (beep)ed off 'bout dis (beep) da Wonder Twins been spewin' 'bout me bein' a paper champion.

King: Good call, JR.

Tyrone: An' I ain't just gonna lay back wit' mah feet kicked up an' say "yep, yep! Dey all say dat cuz dey jealous". Nah, I'ma stand da rass up for mahself.

(Crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Seth came out a few weeks ago an' ran his (beep) 'bout how ERRybody's callin' me a "paper champ"... (taps Tamer's arm) Hey, Tame-izzle... ain't it a riot how da only two chumps 'round here who even put Tyrone on blast 'bout his title?

(Tamer nods)

Tyrone: Yeah, dat's what I t'ought. Since when was Seth an' good ol' Batty himself, Mav'rick, become ERRybody? (Again to Tamer) Did ya get da memo dat Lowe an' Mav now run da t'oughts of every mudda (beep)a in da federation?

(Tamer shakes his head no)

Tyrone: Yeah, me neit'er... We must've missed dat community meetin'. Last I checked if ANYONE 'round here has any say for da group... 'TIS US!!!!

(crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Da multi-champs an' leaders of da new era; Da World Champ an' Da soon-to-be All-American Champ, together we is da World Tag Champs... WE have da d@mn say in ERRybody's t'oughts 'bout da World Champion.

(Crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Ya see, Seth, Adam... Simply put... Y'all are now da past an' WE are da future! Seth went on to talk (beep) 'bout how it took me four hard years to reach where I am. It took him 9 months of bein' on his hands an' knees kissin' @$$ an' (beep)in' (beep)...

King: WHOA!!!!! Somebody's getting a fine this week.

Tyrone: ...To do da same t'ing. Same wit' Mav. Him an' Seth rose to da top so fast... but if ya ask me, dey bot' sizzled out pretty rass quick for da so-called "Megastars" dey s'posed to be. But look at dem, an' look at me. Compared to me, dem two are like five year olds standin' next to a grown @$$ man. Ya see, if ya ask me, both dem mudda (beep)as are sprinters, Step Daddy 'Rone is an endurance runner. Lowe an' Mav are two tiny, lil' fast chumps. Dey hit an' quit an' burn out dey candle way too fast in the process. I took da long road, went t'ru some pretty heavy (beep) to reach da top, an' ain't no d@mn way I'ma let back-stabbin' lil' punks steal my gold or my glory.

(crowd cheers)

Tyrone: So yeah, I took prob'ly da longest amount of time for a BMWF wrestler to ever win da World Title. At least I didn't sell my soul an' dignity to double-swoop people I called brothas. Can our oppositions say da same? NO! Dey can't. Cuz in dem nine or however long months it took for both of dem to reach da top, dey had to have a whole crew back 'em up, cheat for 'em... or in Mav's case... Have Master Z do all da work an' den hand da (beep) down' to em.

(crowd laughs)

Tyrone: My point, Lowe an' Mav TALK some mean @$$ (beep) but ya ain't DONE (beep) yet. Ya run yer mouth an' proclaim yer opinion as da opinion of da whole rass federation. Well, ya know what? In my most honest of d@mn opinions, da both of y'all need to step up to da rass plate b'fore ya run yer (beep)!!!

(crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Mav, dawg. Ya've seen what I do to people who screw me over. An' Lowe... if you've forgotten, just stick a fork in a wall socket, an' dat should give ya a swift (beep)in' reminder!!!! I made my (beep)in' reputation on takin' risks... How's dis for y'all... Ya wanna beat my @$$? Make me pay for finally reachin' my goals? Bring yer (beep), da both of ya!! Whenever ya want a match 'gainst 'Rone, my @$$ is right here!!! We can do dis one up, we can do dis two up... Cuz if memory serves me correct, it takes da BOTH of ya to break me...

SO COME (beep)IN' BREAK ME!!!!

(crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Tame-izzle... finish dis (beep) up. (beep) it all!

(Tyrone tosses the mic ot Tamer and walks out of the ring to the sounds of the crowd cheering. Fans in the arena are standing and applauding Tyrone as he makes his way up the ramp)

JR: What strong words from Tyrone. Obviously he's had enough with Lowedown and Maverick's banter about Tyrone title reign.

King: But as usual JR, Tyrone has gone overboard and probably bitten off more than he can chew. He just challenged both Maverick AND Lowedown to a match.

JR: This is true, King, but it seems to be a match for honor and respect, something that gold can't win you.

Tamer: Well... then... Everyone always mentions Lowedown and Maverick as the superstars. The Main-Eventers. But now...Now the tides are changing. People are beginning to see where the true talent resides. Lowedown and Maverick have been hovering up on their plateau for far too long. They sit above everyone else. Well the new kings of the mountain are standing right in front of you! Tyrone and I have always been for real. We've never had to hide from challenges. We've never stepped away from insurmountable odds. We lay everything on the line and you either like us or you don't. We don't care which.

Getting more personal, I take another step forward tonight. The All-American Champion is a joke. White Lightning has become a side show. One which I will end. You will see a true champion crowned. The takeover is just getting started. The BMWF is getting the wake up call of their lives. The stakes are being raised. Its time for people to stop hiding behind old warn out gimmicks. Time to walk the walk instead of being nothing but talk...The Brothers Of The Apocalypse ARE UPON YOU ALL!!!

(Tamer drops the mic and exits the ring heading up the ramp.)

JR: I can't believe what we've just seen.

King: Tamer is different.

JR: Both Tamer and Tyrone are kicking into an all new gear!

We'll be right back!

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

At a total combined weight of 427 pounds...
Tazan Boy... Rey Bucanerro... TEAM BEAUTIFUL

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
At a total combined weight of 469 pounds...
From Boston, Massachusetts... weighing in at 234 pounds...
Mars
His partner...
From Pittsburgh, PA... weighing in at 235 pounds...
"The Franchise" Shame Douglas

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Mars uses a punch on Tazan Boy.
Mars takes Tazan Boy down with a spin kick.
Mars hits Tazan Boy with a front-layout suplex.
There are lots of chants for Mars.
Mars goes for a facerake, but Tazan Boy blocks it.
Tazan Boy tags out to Rey Bucanerro.
Shame Douglas enters the ring and throws Tazan Boy out of the ring.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas leaves the ring.
Mars hits a kick to the midsection on Rey Bucanerro.
Mars uses a dropkick on Rey Bucanerro.
Mars goes for a punch, but Rey Bucanerro counters it with a roundhouse right.
In turn, Mars counters it with a punch.
Mars hits Rey Bucanerro with a T-Bone Suplex.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Mars whips Rey Bucanerro into the ropes.
Mars misses with a clothesline.
Mars nails Rey Bucanerro with a bodyslam.
Mars uses an Asai moonsault on Rey Bucanerro.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.
Mars whips Rey Bucanerro into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro hits Mars with a kick.
Rey Bucanerro hits a flying dropkick on Mars.
A few fans are cheering on Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro goes for a senton, but Mars rolls out of the way.
Mars tags out to Shame Douglas.
Tazan Boy enters the ring and throws Mars out of the ring.
The crowd is really behind Tazan Boy.
Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy whip Shame Douglas into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy hit Shame Douglas with a double bodyslam.
Tazan Boy leaves the ring.
Rey Bucanerro takes Shame Douglas down with an armdrag takedown.
Rey Bucanerro tags out to Tazan Boy.
Mars enters the ring and throws Rey Bucanerro out of the ring.
Shame Douglas and Mars whip Tazan Boy into the ropes.
Shame Douglas and Mars hit Tazan Boy with a double dropkick.
Mars leaves the ring.
Shame Douglas gets a sleeperhold on Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tazan Boy makes it to the ropes after being trapped for 34 seconds.
Shame Douglas executes the Pittsburgh Plunge on Tazan Boy.
The crowd is booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Shame Douglas hits Tazan Boy with a bodyslam.
Shame Douglas executes a hiptoss on Tazan Boy.
Shame Douglas covers Tazan Boy.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Shame Douglas nails Tazan Boy with a dropkick.
Shame Douglas hits a faceslam on Tazan Boy.
Mars enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Mars uses a spin kick on Tazan Boy.
Shame Douglas hits Tazan Boy with a back suplex.
Mars leaves the ring.
Shame Douglas hits a swinging neckbreaker on Tazan Boy.
Shame Douglas hits an elbowsmash on Tazan Boy.
Shame Douglas nails Tazan Boy with a faceslam.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas runs into the ropes.
Tazan Boy nails Shame Douglas with an armdrag takedown.
Tazan Boy runs into the ropes.
Shame Douglas nails Tazan Boy with a bodyslam.
Shame Douglas nails Tazan Boy with a forearm to the back.
Shame Douglas hits a swinging neckbreaker on Tazan Boy.
A few fans are booing Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas runs into the ropes.
Shame Douglas executes a swinging neckbreaker on Tazan Boy.
Shame Douglas hits a chop on Tazan Boy.
Shame Douglas executes a backbreaker on Tazan Boy.
Mars enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Mars uses a superkick on Tazan Boy.
Shame Douglas goes for a backslide, but Tazan Boy counters it with
a backward kick.
Mars leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy uses a flying dropkick on Shame Douglas.
Shame Douglas takes Tazan Boy down with a forearm to the back.
Shame Douglas goes for a bodyslam, but Tazan Boy counters it with an elbowsmash.
Tazan Boy uses a jumping side kick on Shame Douglas.
Tazan Boy nails Shame Douglas with a flying dropkick.
Tazan Boy has the crowd going wild.
Tazan Boy tags out to Rey Bucanerro.
Mars enters the ring and throws Tazan Boy out of the ring.
The crowd is really behind Mars.
Mars leaves the ring.
Shame Douglas executes a forearm to the back on Rey Bucanerro.
Shame Douglas executes a back suplex on Rey Bucanerro.
Shame Douglas is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Rey Bucanerro begs off.
Shame Douglas tags out to Mars.
Rey Bucanerro goes for an armdrag takedown, but Mars blocks it.
Mars takes Rey Bucanerro down with a front-layout suplex.
Mars hits a bodyslam on Rey Bucanerro.
Mars goes for a tiger suplex, but Rey Bucanerro blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro runs into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro hits Mars with a shoulderblock.
Rey Bucanerro whips Mars into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro misses with a clothesline.
Mars misses with a shoulderblock.
Mars goes for a lariat, but Rey Bucanerro counters it with a hiptoss.
Rey Bucanerro whips Mars into the ropes, but Mars reverses it.
Rey Bucanerro misses with a clothesline.
Rey Bucanerro hits Mars with an elbow.
Rey Bucanerro whips Mars into the ropes.
Mars misses with a shoulderblock.
Rey Bucanerro uses an armdrag takedown on Mars.
Rey Bucanerro punches Mars.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro kicks Mars.
Mars chops Rey Bucanerro.
There are lots of chants for Mars.
Mars kicks Rey Bucanerro.
Rey Bucanerro begs off.
Mars executes the Martian Man Driver on Rey Bucanerro.
There are lots of chants for Mars.
Mars goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Mars complains about a slow count.
Rey Bucanerro hits Mars with an inside cradle.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.
Rey Bucanerro takes Mars down with a slap.
Rey Bucanerro hits an armdrag takedown on Mars.
Rey Bucanerro gives the sign for the Death Valley Bomb.
Rey Bucanerro executes the Death Valley Bomb on Mars.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, Shame Douglas makes the save.
Mars runs into the ropes.
Mars goes for a lariat, but Rey Bucanerro counters it with a Gorilla Press.
Rey Bucanerro nails Mars with a slingshot somersault splash.
A small "Rey Bucanerro" chant is being started.
Rey Bucanerro takes Mars down with a dropkick.
Rey Bucanerro runs into the ropes.
Rey Bucanerro hits Mars with an elbow.
Rey Bucanerro goes for a slap, but Mars blocks it.
Mars sends Rey Bucanerro into the turnbuckle, but Rey Bucanerro reverses it.
Rey Bucanerro tags out to Tazan Boy.
Tazan Boy and Rey Bucanerro hit Mars with a double flying dropkick.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy throws Mars into the turnbuckle, but Mars reverses it.
Tazan Boy comes back, but is met with a kick to the midsection.
Mars hits a tiger suplex on Tazan Boy.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Mars shoves Len Stanley.
Len Stanley disqualifies Mars.
Tazan Boy has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Team Beautiful!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Out in the parking lot...)

(As Michael Bole is seen standing outside waiting for any of the BMWF superstars to pull into the arena, a large black limousine makes its way towards the backstage area at a slow pace. As the limousine finally makes its way into the parking lot, Michael Bole rushes and tries to open the back door to see who is in it. Unfortunately, the door is locked and the sunroof is closed as well. Michael tries to look inside the limosuine from outside and is met with a grunt from the limousine driver...)

Bole:Oh I'm sorry! Can you tell me who is in there right now?

Driver:I am not at liberty to tell you who is in there at this time.

Bole:Not even for one of...these?

(Michael extends a dollar bill out and tries to hand it to the driver who laughs at him...)

Driver:You can't be serious? Ever since I took the job of driving for this guy, I haven't had anything less than a twenty in my wallet. Small change like that is almost embarassing.

(Michael Bole puts the dollar away and tries to get some more information...)

Bole:So it's one of the major BMWF superstars?

Driver:You think Tamer or Kincaid can afford a limo like this? This is the finest limousine in the world my friend.

(Michael Bole looks around for a moment and finally reaches into his pocket and looks into his wallet. Michael pulls out as much cash as he has in his wallet and even asks the cameraman for the ten dollars her loaned him last week. Finally, Michael is able to put $57 dollars and 33 cents onto one of the BMWF cargo boxes. The limo driver shakes his head and then takes the money minus the 33 cents...)

Driver:Look, I shouldn't be even saying this so I'll just give you a hint alright?

Bole:I'll take whatever you will give me!

Driver:Well, the man inside this very limousine unlike you...has a certain amount of..."flo" in this business. He unlike you has enough "flo" in his wallet to make a better offer than you.

Bole:Are you saying it's who I think it is?

Driver:If you are that slow on the thought process, take a look at the license plate would you?

(Michael Bole looks down at the license plate to read the name "CASH FLO" and then smacks himself in the forehead...)

Bole:I don't believe it! J.R? King? Can you see who has made his return to the BMWF? Cash Flo is back!

JR:Michael, did you actually see him step out of the limo?

Bole:Well, not exactly.

King:Then how do you know it's Cash Flo?

Bole:Look at the license plate! Who else would spend that much money on a diamond encrusted license plate with his own name on it?

JR&King:Good point.

Bole:I'll stay back here and wait for Cash to step out of the vehicle and get an interview with him! Back to you!

(As the Bruisertron shuts off, J.R and the King look surprised at each other...)

JR:Do you think it's Cash Flo coming back to the BMWF?

King:I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't the Lurker dressed up like Cash Flo for the 8277th time! HAHAHA!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

(Highway to Hell begins to play in the arena. The lights flash as Reno Fontayne steps thru the curtain. Reno is wearing a black suit with the World television title draped over his shoulder. The mammoth Logan Alexander stands behind Reno carrying a large silver briefcase.)

JR: Reno appears to have some of his swagger back after capturing the World Televison title a few weeks ago.

King: Yeah, he could finally afford to buy a good suit again.

(Reno steps thru the ropes, then calls for a microphone.)

Reno: It looks as if the nielsen ratings just went up! Your Televison champion has arrived. Tonite, we have two of the greatest wrestlers in the bmwf. Two men that will go down as legends in this sport, in the main event. Two gladiators who have traded leather time and time again. There last meeting was so brutal it had to be held inside of a steel cage. They broke thru the cage, they fought all over the arena. They fought into the kitchen. They fought in the concession area. When it was all said and done and the smoke cleared. Only one man remanined. That man was your televison champion...Reno Xavier Fontayne.

JR: Reno's making reference to that legendary hardcore championship match between Tyrone, Robbie Van Dam and Reno Fontayne.

King: Isn't that where Tyrone burned Reno on the stove in the kitchen. Yeah, those were good times.

Reno: I'm getting telegraphs, I'm getting phone calls and they are all saying the same thing. What is Reno going to do. Is the Church disbanded now that Lowe and Maverick are running around together again.

(Reno calls Logan over and pulls something out of the briefcase.)

Reno: I recieved this earlier today.

(Reno pulls out a package holding it up for the crowd to see.)

Reno: What's in here will change the face of the BMWF. What's in here is lightning in the bottle. The great jump off will happen again and Reno Fontayne, your televison champion will take the title with us on this great rocket ride.

JR: What is he talking about King?
King: Are they getting the band back togethor?
JR: What?
King: I'll explain it during the break.

Reno: Now, Tyrone, I will admit, we've been enemies. We have been friends, and tonite were gonna do it all over again. This time your title's not on the line. But if I win, or should I say when I win. The next time it will be.

(Reno's music starts as he steps thru the ropes saluting the fans again holding the mysterious envelope in his hands.)

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(The scene opens with Master Z entering the arena from the parking garage. Master Z wears golden shades, a black tshirt, black jeans, and carries a duffel bag. Master Z walks quickly.)

(As Master Z walks past Tyrone Smith's locker room he stops. A smile begins to cross his face.)

JR: What is that smile for? I don't like this!

(Master Z reaches in his bag and pulls out what appears to be a four leaf clover. He tapes it to the door. Master Z mumbles under his breath.)

Master Z: You're gonna need it, fool!

(Master Z picks up his duffel bag and continues to his own locker room laughing.)

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(The Bruisertron comes alive as Axe is seen getting out of a cab and grabbing his duffel bag from the trunk. He hands the cabbie a few Canadian dollars before making his way to the entrance and sitting on the steps where he opens a pack of Marlboro Reds and lights one up taking a long drag before slowly exhaling. He looks up at the cameraman the bandages finally removed from his head and revealing nasty looking scars and a few stitches. He has a tattered "Rush" t-shirt and a belt along with a pair of straight leg Levi's jeans and some black Converse sneakers. Axe begins to speak in his gritty tone looking intensely at the camera.)

Axe: Kris CarMichael's big streak of two wins and no loses ends tonight here in Edmonton Alberta, Canada. If that fluke-winning, green recruit wrestler thinks he's getting his third win he is SADLY mistaken. He got lucky in Toronto but tonight it ends...mark my words!

Axe: No longer will he hold his head up in pride with his winning streak I plan to go out and completely destroy him in our hardcore match which he stupidly agreed to. You see Kris...if anything your underestimating me and the things I can do to a young man's career. I am not holding back and I will do anything...ANYTHING to win no matter how over the line...obscene and gory it is for those people to watch tonight.

(Axe takes a few drags giving an evil smirk.)

Axe: Think of yourself as a white canvas...a painting about to be done...when I am finished all you will see is red. When you hit the showers the water will be your blood...you will have a crimson mask and you feel those staples in your flesh just like Tobey Miliken has, just like Lowedown has and now YOU.

Axe: Your a lucky man Kris...but are you prepared? Are you actually ready to donate your body in that ring and give me everything you have? Or are you going to chicken out...hey I won't blame you the crowd might but I think it's a smart thing. I'd rather walk out of here then be wheeled out but it's your choice.

(Axe takes a few more drags blowing the smoke from his nostrils.)

Axe: The funny thing is Kris...is that you probably think I am kidding and that I am all talk and no game. Your thinking "Axe can't do crap! He has nothing on me! I am undefeated blah...blah...BLAH!" Well think again kid...hardcore wrestling is my environment...my haven and MY playground of destruction! There's nothing I enjoy more than busting heads open and hearing that crowd on their feet because of something unbelievable and insane I just did.

(Axe flicks his cigarette away and stands up picking up his duffel bag and goes to turn but turns his head around.)

Axe: Your own body won't know what hit ya Kris. And nobody can stop me that's the great thing. So tonight in Edmonton the sky's the limit...I am bringing you over the border directly to Loner's Landing! I got you a first-class ticket and your bags are ready to go! See ya real soon Kris...REAL soon!

(Axe walks inside the arena as the Bruisertron blinks out and goes to the announce table where JR and King are sitting.)

JR: Last week Axe suffered a loss against newcomer Kris CarMichael but he seems hell bound on ending that poor man's career tonight!

King: I can't wait! Axe is going to destroy that punk once and for all!

>>>

(The Bruisertron shows Harry walking along a corridor backstage, when Ezekiel steps out in front of him chair in hand)
 
Ezekiel: Do you have an answer for me?
 
(Without giving him a chance to answer, Ezekiel swings his chair and connects with Harry’s head. He then pulls out a set of handcuffs, and ties up Harry’s arms behind his back.)
 
Ezekiel: You seriously need to consider your answer; time is fleeting.
 
(FADE)

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(The scene opens backstage with The Couch and Kris CarMicheal. Kris is wearing a black Volcom stone shirt and Black Independent shorts. He is casually talking to Couch until the Cameraman shows up.)
 
The Couch: Kris CarMicheal, how are you?
 
Kris: I’m a little beat up but what can I do ‘bout that?
 
Couch: I can see that your beat up, you got beat up more after the match by Axe then in the match.
 
Kris: Yea, you’re exactly right. Axe had a little temper tantrum after the match and took it upon himself to attack me. He almost broke my neck with the steel chair but I’m still standing. He has now requested a hardcore match with me and I’m ready as any other day.
 
Couch: Are you sure you’re ready to fight after that though?
 
Kris: I’m not too sure of anything now. Axe is unpredictable and he may do anything. The only reason that he’s mad though is because I’m undefeated and he ain’t. I ain’t gonna just roll over like some other little #####, I’m gonna bring the fight to his doorstep. This week is my chance for revenge on him. He may think that he is safe in a hardcore match but I’m one crazy motha’.
 
Couch: This is big talk from a rooki…
 
Kris: Rookie? Rookie, huh? I may only be a rookie but now you should be able to see that I’m for real. Axe knows that I’m as tough as him, I hope hes’s ready ‘cause I ain’t gonna let him get anything over me. Tonight Axe is gonna’ get a rookie beatdown just as last week. I hope he packed some band aids ‘cause after the match he’s gonna’ need ‘em.
 
Couch: Wow, your ve…
 
Kris: Shut up Couch! This interview is over, get out of my face!
 
(Kris walks off down the hallway towards his locker room.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Trier, Germany...
Weighing in at 143 pounds...

Jacklyne J.

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

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

("Points of Authority" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Jacklyn J. comes
out from behind the curtain and walks down the ramp. Jacklyn slides in the
ring and taunts to the crowd.)


LILLY: Her opponent...
Led to the ring by Ravven...
From Brooklyn, NY...
Weighing in at 120 pounds...

Francine


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Jacklyne J. hits a pumphandle suplex on Francine.
Jacklyne J. nails Francine with a missile dropkick.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
Jacklyne J. whips Francine into the ropes.
Francine hits Jacklyne J. with a shoulderblock.
Francine executes a hair pull on Jacklyne J..
Francine takes Jacklyne J. down with a hair pull.
Francine is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, shoulder up.
Francine hits Jacklyne J. with a low blow.
Francine whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
Francine hits Jacklyne J. with a shoulderblock.
Francine shows her butt cheeks.
Francine is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Francine uses a hair pull on Jacklyne J..
Francine nails Jacklyne J. with a back rake.
Francine hits a facerake on Jacklyne J..
Francine runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. hits Francine with a shoulderblock.
Jacklyne J. goes for a snap suplex, but Francine counters it with
a small package.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Francine complains about a slow count.
Francine uses a monkey flip on Jacklyne J..
Francine shows her butt cheeks.
Francine is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Francine runs into the ropes.
Francine misses with a kick.
Jacklyne J. misses with a kick.
Francine misses with a kick.
Jacklyne J. hits Francine with an elbow.
Jacklyne J. sends Francine into the turnbuckle.
Jacklyne J. nails Francine with a dropkick.
Jacklyne J. goes for a monkey flip, but Francine blocks it.
Jacklyne J. whips Francine into the turnbuckle.
Jacklyne J. goes for 10 punch in corner, but Ravven shoves her off
the turnbuckle.
Joe Finch disqualifies Francine.
Jacklyne J. is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Jacklyne J.!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Myers sits in an auditorium, arms crossed, faced concealed, listening to a
guest speaker. The auditorium is completely full. Myers takes notes in a
small notebook.)

Guest Speaker: Now, to win at life you must first know your strengths and
weaknesses. Look at your face in the mirror and write down what makes you
feel like you. Not what you think you wish you were, but what you really
are.

(Myers looks perplexed, scratching his nails along his masked cheek.)

Guest Speaker: Oh, I'm sorry Mister Myers, I know you can't physically look
at your face in the mirror, but perhaps, you can achieve this exercise by
approaching the mirror metaphysically.

Myers: Okay, Mister Robbins.

(The camera pans across the auditorium to reveal the self-help guru, Anthony
Robbins, standing in front of the packed house.)

Myers: This Bedlam, Mafioso is mine!

Anthony Robbins: With an attitude like that you can't lose.

Myers: Keep the advice coming Mister Robbins. I need all the help you have
to offer if I'm to impress the boss.

Anthony Robbins: Myers, if I can teach you anything here tonight, it's that
you are your own boss in life.

Myers: I see. First I'm going to drop Mafioso with the Final Reckoning, then
demand I give myself a pay increase.

(Myers and Anthony Robbins share a brief chuckle.)

Anthony Robbins: Now back to the seminar.

(Fade out on Myers continuing to make notes in his notebook.)

King: Ah! If Myers continues to go to these seminars he might become
unstoppable.

J.R.: More like a broke ex-wrestler.

King: What, like me?

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

>>>


(Mineral is standing outside a closed door. From inside, we hear banging, smashing, screaming, and muffled/bleeped profanity. Aquatic walks over to Mineral.)

Aquatic: He getting any better?

Mineral: He'll be fine after the match. I haven't seen Inferno this much in the zone in a long, long time.

Aquatic: Definitely. I'm glad I came in a separate car.

Mineral: You didn't even need to come. You have the night off, you know.

Aquatic: Yeah…man, last week was funny. I lose my title on a fluke to Moody, and jacklyn comes out and starts screaming at me how she wants MY title.

Mineral: Maybe she just got confused as to who was announced champion. Those wacky Germans, they're so wacky.

(Suddenly Inferno walks by, drinking a Slurpee.)

Mineral/Aquatic: INFERNO?!?

Inferno: Yeah. I've been trying to calm down about the match. Who's in the room?

Mineral: Uhhhhh…

(Mineral slowly opens the door, and Zabu runs out, hooting and hollering.)

Mineral: Sorry about keeping you in there, buddy. I thought you were someone else.

(Zabu looks at Mineral blankly.)

Aquatic: ABBOGALOOOO! GOOBOOGOO! BABALOO!

(Zabu smiles, shakes hands with Aquatic, and leaves.)

Inferno: What the…

Aquatic: I minored in languages.

Inferno: Right. So anyway, Brock, you have the specifics for the deli deed and the other stuff?

Mineral: Yeah. Wow, after all these years, who would have thought Mom gave a ##### about us?

Inferno: #####! I forgot that word! The Norwegian kids still use that?

Mineral: Meh. How would I know?

Aquatic: Whatever.Brock, give me the specifics later, I'll handle the legal stuff.

Mineral: Why do you handle the legal stuff?

Aquatic: Because I MAJORED in law.

Inferno: Why don't you ask ME what my major was ever?

Mineral: We didn't go to college Jarrett.

Inferno: Oh. Right.

Mineral: I got New Jackal next. Check you two later.

(Mineral walks off, as Aquatic and Inferno survey the room damage.)

Inferno: Slurpee?

FADE

>>>

(A black Lincoln Sedan comes pulling up into the Skyreach Centre parking
garage. Mafioso and Carlos step out of the car and take a deep breathe)

Carlos: You smell that Mafi?

Mafioso: What? Moose BLEEP?

Carlos: No! That cool,crisp Canadian air!

Mafioso: Whatever homie. Lets just take care of business here with Myers and
get out of America Jr.

(Mafioso and Carlos make their way into the Centre as the scene fades)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Hell, Norway...
Weighing in at 252 pounds...

Mineral

("Failure's Not Flattering" by New Found Glory plays over the PA system as Mineral comes out from behind the curtain, walking slowly and deliberately, cracking his fists. Mineral is receiving a semi-face reaction, and he is obviously surprised.)

King: Why does Mineral get some cheers whenever he does a singles match? These people hate the Eco-System!

JR: It's customary, I suppose. Just like cheering Rick Flare in North Carolina or something.

(Mineral walks up to the ring via the stairs, as opposed to hopping up. He walks between the ropes and grabs a microphone.)

Mineral: Sank you. Sank you very much. (Mineral smiles.) New Jackal, I am glad that my return singles action can come against a legend such as you. You have led the way for all wrestlers named New Jackal, and I thank you for that.

(Mineral looks out at the audience for a second.)

Mineral: Okay, so that wasn't that deep. But anyway, could you good people do me a favor? Could you boo me during the match? I kind of forgot how to wrestle without boos. Thanks.

(Mineral drops the microphone, and paces the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Atlanta, Georgia...
Weighing in at 237 pounds...

"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal

JR: Mineral attacks New Jackal before the bell.

*DING DING*

JR: Mineral hits New Jackal with a powerbomb.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Mineral mimes a globe and goes "The World is ours!".
Numerous fans are using Mineral for target practice.
Mineral goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but New Jackal counters it with
a facerake.
New Jackal smacks Mineral with a devastating short clothesline .
New Jackal hits Mineral with a roundhouse right.
New Jackal whips Mineral into the ropes.
Mineral uses a spear on New Jackal.
Mineral goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but New Jackal counters it with
a punch.
Mineral re-reverses it.
Mineral hits a DDT on New Jackal.
Mineral puts New Jackal in a double armbar submission.
New Jackal is struggling to reach the ropes.
New Jackal makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 6 seconds.
Mineral runs into the ropes.
Mineral hits New Jackal with a clothesline.
Mineral locks New Jackal in a Boston crab.
New Jackal is valiantly trying to break the hold.
New Jackal reaches the ropes after 10 seconds.
Mineral runs into the ropes.
New Jackal misses with a kick.
New Jackal hits Mineral with a kick.
New Jackal goes for a headbutt, but Mineral blocks it.
Mineral goes for a DDT, but New Jackal blocks it.
New Jackal runs into the ropes.
Mineral hits New Jackal with an elbow.
Mineral throws New Jackal out of the ring.
Mineral rolls out under the bottom rope.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
New Jackal almost takes Mineral's head off with a short clothesline
Earl Hepner counts: 1.
New Jackal makes an "X" with his arms.
New Jackal has the crowd going wild.
New Jackal goes for a kick to the midsection, but Mineral blocks it.
Mineral goes for an arm bar, but New Jackal blocks it.
Earl Hepner counts: 2.
Earl Hepner counts: 3.
New Jackal whips Mineral into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Earl Hepner counts: 4.
New Jackal almost takes Mineral's head off with a clothesline
New Jackal takes Mineral down with a bodyslam.
Earl Hepner counts: 5.
New Jackal climbs back into the ring.
Mineral rolls back in under the bottom rope.
New Jackal goes for a bodyslam, but Mineral blocks it.
Mineral hits New Jackal with a DDT.
Mineral goes for a double armbar submission, but New Jackal blocks it.
New Jackal executes a double-axhandle chop on Mineral.
New Jackal goes for a short clothesline, but Mineral ducks out of the way.
Mineral executes the Avalanche on New Jackal.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Mineral goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is vociferously booing Mineral.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Mineral!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene slowly opens up in the locker room as Axe is seen rotating his shoulder which got dislocated from Lowedown two weeks ago, he winces in pain when there is a knock at his door.)

Axe: Who is it?

Towerly: Towerly Private Investigator.

Axe: WHO?

Towerly: Towerly I am a P.I. I've come to talk to you about the disappearance of Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson?

(Axe suddenly gets to his feet having a look of concern as he goes to the door and opens it letting Mr. Towerly inside.)

Axe: She's missing?

Towerly: It appears so her brother Donnie MacPhearson has hired me to try and track her down. He said that you might be able to help me out did you know Dizi?

(Axe goes and sits on the bench resting an ice-pack on his shoulder.)

Axe: Yeah she's a great girl. We've talked a few times but the last time I remember she went with Tamer off to Vegas for dinner.

Towerly: You didn't talk to her since then?

Axe: No the last time we talked was at a Pay-Per-View I think...it was when I was tag champion. But that punk Witherspoon has talked to her and Mafioso why don't you bother them?

Towerly: Don't you care about your friend?

(Axe stands up and gets in the face of Mr. Towerly.)

Axe: Yeah I care about Dizi very much I just don't like guys like you.

Towerly: What does that mean?

Axe: Exactly what I said. Donnie worries WAY too much about his sister he just let her do what she wants she's a grown woman.

Towerly: Yeah well now she's missing.

Axe: Listen all I am saying is talk to some of the others like I said there wrestlers too...and Aquatic while your at it.

Towerly: So that's all the information you can give me?

Axe: I don't run with Tamer and his crew...in fact I don't like the guy a whole bunch just do your job and go play Sherlock Holmes around some other people.

Towerly: Don't talk to me that way...Axe is it?

Axe: It's Mr. Manacini to you and I'll do whatever the hell I like. For instance do you mind if I have a cigarette?

Towerly: Actually I do I quit a few years back.

(Axe walks over to the bench and pulls a cigarette out lighting it up and blowing a cloud of smoke in Mr. Towerly's face.)

Axe: Well too bad. Now I am just as worried about Dizi's disappearance but I am sure she'll turn up.

Towerly: Your impossible.

Axe: Your an idiot...get out of my locker room!

(Mr. Towerly shakes his head in disgust and walks out of the locker room as Axe closes the door and suddenly kicks a steel chair across the room followed by punching the wall.)

Axe: Damn it...I hope she's okay...

The scene slowly fades out.

(Bad Reputation starts to play and the crowd starts to applaud. Dizi MacPhearson appears at the top of the ramp wearing jeans and a torn, burned up "Who the hell is Witherspoon anyways?" shirt. Donnie, in his three piece suit, walks out and stands beside her. They make their way to the ring with Dizi smiling and shaking fans hands the whole way down.)

(The siblings enter the ring and Donnie goes to the side to get a mic from one of the crewpeople. He walks to the center of the ring and clears his throat.)

Donnie: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to announce the return of your favorite female wrestler, Dizi MacPhearson!!

(Dizi smiles when the audience applauds and waves at them.)

Donnie: Dizi has been gone from the federation due to... um... an opportunity for an intensive training course, with... um... one of the finest wrestlers....

Dizi: What are you talking about? I was in Vegas!

(Donnie sighs and shakes his head as the audience laughs. Dizi takes the mic from Donnie and smiles at the audience.)

Dizi: Yeah, Vegas was a lot of fun. I went with Tamer and we had a great time. But, then, I think he got lost or something. So, of course, I decided to wait for Tamer to find me. But I ran out of money and needed a job. So I got this gig as a showgirl... but I kept forgetting which side of the stage I was suppose to walk to. That's what I did, you see, I walked... but it's a certain walk.

(Dizi demonstrates the showgirl walk for the audience. )

Dizi: Anyway, they fired me... So, I got a job with that French circus... um... Cirque 'd Soleil? Something like that, but they fired me, too, because I kept forgetting which show I was in, because, you know, they have two shows out there... one at the Bellagio and the other at the Treasure Island...

(Donnie tries to get the mic away from Dizi, but she manages to avoid him.)

Dizi: Anyway.... then I got a job as a magician's assistant and I was doing really good there! But, then Donnie showed up and since I hadn't seen any of the BMWF shows, he brought me some tapes... or, at least, one tape...

(Donnie props his elbow on her shoulder and leans against her. He makes a 'keep it rolling' motion with his other hand.)

Dizi: So, Donnie was showing me a tape of one of the recent shows. And there was Aquatic in the ring...

(Dizi shakes her head slowly, then starts wandering around the ring as she talks. Donnie waits patiently in the center of the ring for her.)

Dizi: Aquatic, you were running your mouth about how you scared Flame off and made Sarah Lyn and Rachel Pitt quit. And, I guess your point was you were killing the division by getting rid of all the competitors...

(Dizi trails off as though thinking about something. She's back in the center ring and facing the camera, though she's looking at the canvas. Suddenly, she looks up and right into the camera.)

Dizi: But, Aquatic, I'm thinking maybe you're having a little break from reality. Because there's still a few women around that you haven't put down. That nasty piece of judicial trash- Judge Moonie...

(Donnie sighs and shakes his head. Dizi notices and glances at her brother.)

Dizi: Judge Loonie?

(Donnie leans close and whispers something in Dizi's ear.)

Dizi: (listens to Donnie and nods) Judge Broody.

Donnie: (says loud enough for the mic to pick up) Judge Moody. She's not Moonie or Loonie or Broody- She's Moody!

Dizi: Yeah, she is... You know, she hit me with a chair once? And I think she might be the one that stole my bat. That was the bat that Dad gave me when I was in Little League.

(Dizi goes over to the ropes, leans on the top rope and starts rambling)

Dizi: I played Little League with the boys... I was always better with hard pitch than that weak @$$ softball underhand crap. The boys didn't like it at first, me being on the team, but, then when it turned out I was the best hitter on the team....

Donnie: (pulls Dizi back to the middle of the ring) You were supposed to be talking about Aquatic...

Dizi: I did.

Donnie: You didn't finish... you only got as far as saying she didn't get rid of Judge Moody...

Dizi: Oh, that's right. (looks back to the camera) So, she's still around and so is that trashy little girl that runs around with Shaun Cherish.

Donnie: Shane Perish.

Dizi: Right- the trashy little girl that runs around with Shame Douglas....

Donnie: (nearly yells) Shane Perish!!

Dizi: (looks at Donnie) Who?

Donnie: Jacklyn J is with Shane Perish.

Dizi: Wow, Shaun Cherish, Shame Douglas AND Shane Perish. She really gets around locker room.

Donnie: No, no...

Dizi: (waves him off) At any rate, she's still around, too. Shoot, I saw some other women in the locker room tonight. So, it doesn't seem like you've run off all the competition.

(Dizi pushes her bangs out of her eyes and looks straight into the camera, seeming very focused.)

Dizi: Oh, and Aquatic, maybe you didn't realize... but, I'm still here. Standing in the middle of the ring. Waiting for you. And you know... you might pin me. You might even beat me down. But, Aquatic, I guarantee... you'll have to [B]beat[/B] me to [B]death[/B] to get rid of me.

("American Psycho part II" by D12 starts to play and the camera cuts to show Aquatic making her way to the ring. Dizi hands the mic to Donnie and shoves him behind her. She turns so she's facing Aquatic as she enters the ring.)

(Aquatic climbs the steps to the apron, then does her signature flip over the ropes to enter the ring. Aquatic looks at Dizi, who takes a fighting stance, not sure what to expect.)

(Aquatic smiles and moves over to Dizi until the women are practically nose to nose. Then Aquatic grabs Dizi and hugs her. Dizi, stunned, is motionless for a few seconds, then wraps her arms around Aquatic's waist. Donnie seems relieved that a confrontation was avoided.)

(Dizi suddenly tightens her grip on Aquatic, plants her feet and executes a ferocious belly to belly suplex that leaves Aquatic stunned. Dizi stands over Aquatic and gestures to Donnie for the mic.)

Dizi: You think you're going to come out here and make it all okay with a little hug? Well, I don't think so. You're trying to kill the Women's Division? That's MY division and I'm not about to let you or anyone else destroy it! I'll take you out or die trying before I'll let you destroy it!

(Dizi throws the mic to the canvas, nods to Donnie, then moves quickly to the ring ropes, dropping to the canvas and rolling out under the bottom rope. Donnie follows, less gracefully. Dizi turns and casts one last glance at Aquatic, then the two make their way to the back, Dizi ignoring the fans, for once.)

>>>

(Maverick is shown making his way into the Skyreach Centre parking lot as he is seen on his cell phone. The camera moves in closer in an attempt to listen in.)

Maverick: Yeah, I told you he was expecting something last week! Who the BLEEP cares? I got my point across when I dropped back into the action…

(Pause.)

Maverick: I doubt it. I guess it just looks like tonight I’ll be dropping a little surprise on good ol’ Tyrone. You enjoying the move?

(Pause.)

Maverick: If they only knew! HAHA!! That’s why I knew you were the man to contact. It’s like no matter what crap goes on in this fed, you and I have always been there to team up and just tear the house down…

(Pause.)

Maverick: Eh… I’m not one for resurrecting the gang. We can talk about it when you get back. Maybe something can be cooked up. I just think that idea has been run into the ground, through the garden and straight across the roadkill in the street since it’s been done so many times…

(Pause.)

Maverick: Oh yeah! Obviously! I just think that we should maybe give them a little taste one of these weeks. Whaddya say?

(Pause.)

Maverick: Oh I get it. Well, it sounds like we’ve got something to discuss when you ever get your butt back to work now don’t we?

(Pause.)

Maverick: In the mean time, just chill for a bit and watch what I do to Tyrone tonight. His punk BLEEP talks so much air that you’d think Hurricane Charley was going through the arena!

(Pause.)

Maverick: Anyway, I’m going to meet up with the girls later tonight if you think you can free up some time and we can take the plane to my old hunting ground to meet up with ya sorry kiester!

(Pause.)

Maverick: HAHA!! Alright my friend, I’m off to cause some trouble. Watch the show! Late!

(Maverick shuts the cell phone off and heads into the arena carrying his duffel bag. Fade…)

>>>

(A long black Hummer limousine pulls into the back of the arena.)

Bole: Well. I wonder who this.

(Michael Bole walks over to the limo as the door is slowly opening. Out steps Misty Rivers wearing a red evening gown and her hair all put up. Then out steps Tobey Miliken wearing a black tuxedo without the tie and his shirt unbuttoned a bit.)

Bole: WOW. so what is the occasion for the dressing up?

Misty: This is premier night Bole.

Tobey: That's right Mikey. tonight is the premier of "The Young Guns". TONIGHT. This fed learns a thing or two, about a thing or two.

Bole: So who are The Young Guns?

Tobey: Just sit back and watch my boy. You know for a long time I have sat back and watched these old guys like Lowedown, Scotty Scott, Master Z these men that have been around since the dawn of creation ruin the hopes and dreams of the true talent here in the BMWF. I have watched these old geezers get title shot, after title shot and what about us, the guys that have been brought into this federation to bring life to it, what do we get. A gold title match a tag team match every once in a while. Do we get to fight men for the Intercontenintal Title? No. Do we get World Title Shots? No.. we fight each other and beat each other to a pulp while the old guys sit in the back and laugh and slap the gold belts around their fat waists.

Bole: But don't you think it's only fair to give those with the most time here the shots at the major titles?

Tobey: Bole you're not listening. Yeah, give them their shots against us. Mike Tyson was the youngest heavyweight champion ever in Boxing. What was he 19 or 20. Look at Lebron James, the man is playing for gold in the Olympics and he's 19 years old.

Misty: Actually I think he is 20 now.

Tobey: Whatever. The point being is this. Boxing has young champs cause they give them shots. The NBA has young champs, because they give them shots. Shoot, even in the world of soccer they have a 15 year old kid playing MAJOR LEAGUE SOCCER. PROFESSIONALLY. So why is it in the BMWF that you have to be 50 years old and been in the fed since it's conception in order to get a title shot. Don't get me wrong, I was glad to see Tyrone win the world title, he proved my point that the younger talent can win it all. Even though Tyrone has been here a couple of years. It's time to give the young what is coming and that's TITLE SHOTS! GOLD! AND RESPECT.

(Tobey reaches into the limo and pulls out a few cowboy hats and black dusters.)
Tobey: It's premier time.

(Tobey and Misty walk off into the arena.)

>>>

(Mafioso and Carlos are in their dressing room already in mid conversation)

Carlos: What do you mean? I thought we were done with the whole Urban
Legends thing!

Mafioso: Who said that? I never did.

Carlos: Well I thought my little talk with you last week put some sense into
you essa! I mean you didn't wear your UL shirt out to the ring.

Mafioso: I didn't wear it out to the ring cuz I spilled some chili on it
Carlos.

Carlos: Ok well whatever we can discuss this later. Right now we should
focus on Myers. Here's what we'll do........

(The scene fades to black as Carlos lays out the plan)

>>>

(Myers stands behind the curtains, dressed in street wear and wrestling
boots. His t-shirt has "Not gonna hold me down" printed across the front of
it. Myers flexes his muscles as his name thunders through the system's PA.)

Loomis: Myers. Myers, before you go out there.

(Myers pauses.)

Myers: What is it Loomis?

(Loomis rushes up to Myers. He leans on his walking stick, handing Myers a
sealed envelope.)

Loomis: It's from Mister Robbins.

(Myers eagerly snatches the envelope from Loomis' grasp. He tears open the
envelope, taking out a short, personally addressed letter. Myers reads
aloud.)

Myers: Dear Mister Myers, you've been a pleasure to teach and I just know
tonight you'll break your losing streak and become a winner, once again. You
deserve it. Your friend. Anthony Robbins.

(Myers hands the letter over to Loomis.)

Myers: Tonight I'm taking back my pride. Mafioso, you're dead. The masked
crusader is about to begin his journey to glory.

(Myers' theme music begins and he walks out through the curtains onto the
platform and down towards the ring, ready for battle.)

Loomis: God bless that man.

(Loomis wipes a tear from his eye.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Myers

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
From Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Mafioso

(Mobb Deep's Quiet Storm plays over the PA system as the Bruisertron lights
up. Mafioso steps out onto the ramp while the words ABOVE THE LAW scroll
across the screen in old english letters. Mafioso is wearing his usual black
boots and black sweatpants with white stripes down the side and Carlos, who
follows behind, is wearing a black three piece suit with white pinstripes.
Mafioso slides into the ring while Carlos walks around the ring throwing
random insults at the fans and at Myers)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Myers whips Mafioso into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Myers with a kick.
Mafioso goes for a stepover facelock, but Myers blocks it.
Myers uses a piledriver on Mafioso.
Myers executes a German suplex on Mafioso.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Myers runs into the ropes.
Mafioso almost takes Myers's head off with a clothesline to the back of the head
Mafioso whips Myers into the ropes.
Mafioso smacks Myers with a devastating clothesline to the back of the head .
Mafioso whips Myers into the ropes.
Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez pulls down the top rope.
Jack Slone threatens Mafioso with disqualification.
Mafioso goes outside.
Mafioso throws Myers into the ringsteps.
You could hear a pin drop.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
Mafioso hits a reverse neckbreaker on Myers.
Jack Slone counts: 4.
Mafioso reenters the ring.
Myers climbs back into the ring.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Myers with a kick.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Myers misses with a shoulderblock.
Mafioso hits Myers with a kick.
Mafioso goes for a Russian legsweep, but Myers counters it with an elbowsmash.
Myers has Mafioso by the head, jumps onto the ropes and comes off with a tremend
ous Tornado DDT!
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Myers uses a bodyslam on Mafioso.
Myers runs into the ropes.
Myers misses with a kick.
Mafioso almost takes Myers's head off with a clothesline to the back of the head
You could hear a pin drop.
Mafioso hoists Myers high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Myers crashin
g hard to the mat.
Mafioso goes for a stepover facelock, but Myers blocks it.
Myers goes for a vertical suplex, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso kicks Myers.
Mafioso chops Myers.
The crowd is going "We want Jack Slone !".
Myers hits Mafioso.
A few fans are booing Myers.
Myers chops Mafioso.
Myers runs into the ropes.
Myers misses with a clothesline.
Myers hits Mafioso with a kick.
Myers hits Mafioso with a running power bomb.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Myers sends Mafioso into the turnbuckle.
Myers hits Mafioso.
Myers is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Mafioso kicks Myers.
Mafioso kicks Myers.
Myers hits Mafioso.
Myers is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Myers runs into the ropes.
Mafioso misses with a kick.
Myers hits Mafioso with a kick.
Myers nails Mafioso with an atomic drop.
Myers nails Mafioso with a German suplex.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Myers uses the Reverse DDT on Mafioso.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Myers goes for the Reverse DDT, but Mafioso counters it with an eye gouge.
Mafioso takes Myers down with a superkick.
Mafioso is met with a "Mafioso sucks" chant.
Mafioso takes Myers down with a spinebuster.
Mafioso whips Myers into the ropes, but Myers reverses it.
Myers smacks Mafioso with a devastating running lariat .
A few fans are booing Myers.

J.R.: Myers is taking command in there King.

King: He's a changed wrestler J.R. I wouldn't want to wrestle this reformed
giant.

(Myers whips Mafioso into the ropes.)

J.R.: Myers just caught Mafioso with a thunderous powerslam! Here it comes!

(Myers executes the Devil's Leg Drop. Mafioso clutches at his throat in
agony.)

King: Mafioso is definately in pain inside that ring.

(Myers pulls Mafioso back to his feet.)

J.R.: Fists to the face. Myers is in complete control.

(Myers drives Mafioso face-first into the mat with a Piledriver.)

King: Mafioso, gingerly gets back to his feet.

J.R.: He's near delirium in there king!

King: Look out!

(FINAL RECKONING!)

J.R.: Myers just executed the Final Reckoning! I can't believe it! The
therapy has worked. Myers is about to gain only his second victory since his
return.

King: I hardly count beating Johnny Stinker as a victory.

J.R.: Make the pin Myers.

(Myers makes the pin. The ref begins the count.)

Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
Myers is met with a "Just go home" chant.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Myers!

J.R.: Myers has done it, what a victory! The crowd are in shock! We'll be
right back.

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Shane punching on a heavey bag. The
Couch walks up with a microphone.)

Couch: Hey Shane can i geta  few words?

Shane: Ask away Couch.

Couch: Well Tonight you are set to get your so called revenge against
Inferno for what he did to Jacklyn J.. How do you think you're going to fare
in the cage match?

Shane: You see this bag couch?

Couch: Well yeah.

Shane: It's an example for Inferno's body.

(Shane throws a fast haymaker uppercut. The Bag flys off the chains.)

Shane: Does that show you what I plan to to do to Inferno tonight? And it's
simple I don't need a glass globe to beat him. I'm going to use the cage as
my weapon and make him bleed.

(Shane walks off as the camera fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Boston, Mass...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"The Near Future" Nick Kincaid

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Howitzer

(The sounds of explosion and gunfire are heard rumbling over the PA,
followed by the techno trill of Rammstein's "Freuer Frei." Strobe lights
bathe the arena in flickering green light as Howitzer steps from behind the
curtain and heads for the ring, wearing his hunter green wrestling shorts
and black boots with his black, shrunk to fit  "I DON'T LIKE YOU" t-shirt. 
Howitzer slaps hands with the fans near the barrier as he makes his way to
the ring.)

J.R.:  Well here comes Howitzer, King, in a rematch of last week's contest
against "The Near Future" Nick Kincaid...Howitzer was victorious in that
one.

King:  I'll say, J.R.!  Howitzer's on a little hot streak, beating Levon
Jones, then Myers at the Pay Per View last month, and he beat Kincaid last
week!  The only loss he's had in a month was in a tag team match to
Eco-System, and THAT was because Kincaid cost his team the victory!

J.R.:  That's right, King...Howitzer had BFG'd his opponent and was ready
for the cover but Kincaid pulled him off!

King:  Even though Howitzer beat Kincaid last week, I'll bet you he wouldn't
mind getting another piece of revenge here this week!

J.R.:  I think Howitzer aims to make "The Near Future" just a thing of the
past.

King:  He even calls him "The Distant Past" Rick Kincaid!  Ha!  That's gotta
tick Kincaid off pretty bad!

J.R.:  And speaking of Kincaid, we're all set for the rookie to make his way
down the ramp.

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Nick Kincaid takes Howitzer down with a dropkick.
Nick Kincaid is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Nick Kincaid puts Howitzer in a dragon sleeper.
Howitzer makes it to the ropes after holding out for 10 seconds.
Nick Kincaid sends Howitzer into the turnbuckle.
Nick Kincaid charges into the corner.
Nick Kincaid nails Howitzer with a dropkick.
Nick Kincaid takes Howitzer down with a double underhook DDT.
The crowd is booing Nick Kincaid.
Nick Kincaid uses a German suplex on Howitzer.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Nick Kincaid takes Howitzer down with a German suplex.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.

(Howitzer throws Kincaid off the ropes and cinches him around the neck, then
brings him to the ground with a Cobra Clutch Bomb.)

King:  One of Howitzer's favorite moves, J.R.!  Cobra Clutch Bomb!

J.R.:  King, I know you think Howitzer is something of a goody-goody, but
you've got to admit that nobody delivers it quite like he does!

King:  Yeah yeah J.R.  I still say the guy's a goody-two shoes apple pie
loser!

J.R.:  But you said it yourself King, Howitzer's on a winning streak!  How
could he be a loser??

King:  J.R., does anything I say every make sense?  Geez, we've been calling
matches together for years, get a clue!

(Howitzer and Kincaid lock up.)

J.R.:  Oh my, what a powerslam by Howitzer.  Shook the ring with that one!

King:  Howitzer is positively wiping the mat with Kincaid right now.

J.R.:  Kincaid still down now, Howitzer bounces off the ropes...oh and a
body splash!  Kincaid looks like he got run over by a car!  Howitzer, really
feeling it now...picks Kincaid up by the hair, headbutt!  Ouch!

King:  I never could understand why people do that move!  It hurts the guy
who's doing it's head just as bad as the guy on the receiving end!  Then
again, Howitzer's got such a thick skull I bet he doesn't feel a thing!

J.R.:  Oh shut up King!  Wait, full nelson suplex!  Howitzer is on a roll
here folks!

(Howitzer hits Kincaid with a face buster.)

J.R.:  Kincaid's in a daze!  Howitzer might make him a thing of the past
after all, King!

King:  This is unfair!  Kincaid is the future of the BMWF, he can't be
beaten down by a schmuck like Howitzer!

J.R.:  Well it's looking like that's exactly what is going to happen! 
Howitzer smells blood now!

(Howitzer delivers an atomic drop.)

J.R.:  Atomic drop!  Howitzer might try and lock in his submission
maneuver...yep, he's got Kincaid's legs up!

King:  Oh no J.R. he's going for it!  This might end it right here, Howitzer
won't even have to use the BFG!

(Howitzer clinches Kincaid in the Boston Crab.)

J.R.:  There it is!  Howitzer's got the Boston Crab locked in on Kincaid! 
And they're in the middle of the ring, Kincaid has nowhere to go!

(Howitzer leans back hard on Kincaid, almost tearing his back apart.  After
almost 20 seconds, Kincaid submits.)

J.R.:  Kincaid's tapping!  Kincaid's tapping!  Howitzer beats "The Near
Future" two weeks in a row!  Howitzer is definitely on a roll here in the
BMWF!

You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Howitzer.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Howitzer!

(The ref rings the bell as Howitzer's music hits.  He climbs out of the ring
and goes over to the guardrail, giving high-fives and posing for pictures
with the jubilant fans.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Kris is seen sitting on his large leather couch in his locker room. He is fully extended and his eyes are closed. He opens them wide and a sadistic smiles extends across his face. He starts to laugh at something and suddenly sits up.)
 
Kris: Axe! Tonight is your night. I’m gonna make sure you don’t get up from the ring after our match. I may be new but that mans jack ####! I’m for real and in tonights match I’m gonna’ make a believer out of you. Get ready for a ruff and wild ride cause I’m ‘bout to grind my way to victory. Axe! It’s all downhill from here!
 
(Kris stands up and walks out the door and down the hall because his match is next.)

>>>

(The screen goes black. "Preparation" appears on the screen.Clips of Tamer doing push-ups begin to roll, followed by clips of him lifting weights and doing sit ups and pull ups. "Hunt for Gold" scrolls across as the many clips flash. "Bothers of the Apocalypse" burns the clips away. The flames blast up. Tyrone holding the BMWF World title over his head is shown, then Tamer and Tyrone holding up The Tag titles. White Lightning is shown holding the All-American title. An "X" burns through the picture.)

Voice: The Brother Of The Apocalypse have begun their journey...The journey to greatness...The journey to destiny...This journey has brought me to the All-American Title...

(Lights go on showing Tamer standing in the middle of a room. Tamer is in his wrestling gear and has the BMWF World Tag Team Title over his shoulder.)

Tamer: The journey has brought me to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. It has brought me to White Lightning.

(Tamer removes the sunglasses he was wearing.)

Tamer: I have been watching White Lightning from the side. I paid special attention last week during his title defense. I almost couldn’t believe what I saw...The champion forgetting the rules of his own title. I knew then I wanted White Lightning, I wanted to challenge him, and I wanted to take his title. The way I see it...White Lightning has been sitting rather pretty with that title. And two weeks ago when Tyrone and I won the Tag titles I watched White Lightning. He avoided the most of the match. He watched as I took Box down. German Suplex. One. Asia Moonsault. Two. The Whip Three.

(Tamer holds up three fingers.)

Tamer: I didn’t get to wrestle White lighting much in that match. I admit. But he doesn’t seem to be the same person. His heart isn’t quite where it once was. In fact I think you’ve become nothing more than a joke. You took a title that was invented for pure competition and turned it into an afterthought. I mean last week you even resorted back to the childish....pathetic..You Suck tag line.

(Tamer shakes his head.)

Tamer: Where is the man that pretended to qualify for the Olympics? You see what I’m saying, a joke. But that’s all about to change. A real champion is about to claim that title...Give you the competition that the All-American title should merit. I’m in a new gear. It has been a long time since I faced you Whitey. But I’ve forgotten nothing about you. I’m ready for you. Its time for some true opposition. Its time you met you match. Time for you to fall off you high horse. Time for you to prepare...

(Tamer clears his throat and glares into the camera.)

Tamer: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!!

>>> 

(The camera fades in showing Kurt Dangle sitting in his office behind his
desk. The door all of a sudden busts open and a bloody Hardcore Harry comes
barging in)

Harry: Did you see that!?! Did you see what that sorry @$$ Ezekiel did to
me!?!

Kurt: Yes I did now just calm down a minute.. what do you want me to do
suspend him?

(Harry shoves some pencils and papers off of Kurt's desk in a fist of rage)

Harry: No you idiot!!! I want that sorry sack of BLEEP in the ring! He wants
a shot at my title so bad well I will be putting it on the line at the pay
per view! I want it to be Hardcore Harry versus Ezekiel in a No Holds Barred
No DQ Match!!! He thinks he can just attack Hardcore Harry like that!!! Well
he has another thing coming!!!

Kurt: Okay fine it is set, you got the match now get out of my office with
all this screaming.

(Harry slams his fist down on the desk and bolts out of the office, a
crashing sound is heard outside)

JR: Does Ezekiel know what he has just gotten himself into?

KING: I don't know JR but I hope he is ready for the beating of his life!

Fade..