BMWF Bedlam

Date : 9/9/02
Time : 7:30 p.m.
Venue : First Union Center Philadelphia Pennsylvania

(The show opens inside the First Union Center Philadelphia Pennsylvania where a ton of fireworks goes off.  The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out First Union Center Philadelphia Pennsylvania ! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam!! I'm JR Finnegan and along side the King, Gary Brawler and what a show we have for you tonight!

(Suddenly "The Way You Like It" by Adema begins to blare over the PA.  The Bruisertron lights up with a red scorpion momentarily but then begins to flash with clips of Ash destroying the competition.  The fans in the First Union Center begin to go crazy as Ash makes his way from the back with the BMWF World title around his wait.)

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen things are about to heat up in the First Union Center.  The BMWF World champion apparently has something to say.

King:  What's this moron want?

JR:  There's no telling.

(Ash rolls into the ring and signals for a mic.)

Ash:  Seems things haven't been going my way lately and I've got a few things to get off my chest.  Mostly it boils down to one person.... Maverick... I know you've still got an axe to grind over the fact that you aren't the man you thought you were.  I know it kills you to wake up every morning and know that I'm the man with your title and that you can't seem to find a way to take it back from me.  I know it eats away at you because I know you, and I know how you react.  Maverick... ever since I found a way to beat you at Summer Slammed you've found a way to get the upper hand on me.  Funny how it always comes when my back is turned, so why don't we settle this tonight.  Why don't you find a way to bring your sorry *bleep* down to the ring and we'll beat this issue out tonight. 

(The pyros explode as "It's Going Down" blares over the sound system as Maverick storms onto the entrance ramp. He is holding a microphone in one hand as the other is holding onto his black cowboy hat. The crowd roars when he is shown and simply presses the hat onto his head, shaking it at Ash.)

Maverick:  Once and for all will you give it a rest you whining, whimpering, bottom feeding, knock down, drag out piece of BLEEP!!

(The crowd roars with laughter while Ash stands, humiliated and enraged inside the ring.)

Maverick:  Now I don't know why the hell you bother coming out here because you are a broken record... here, let me demonstrate!

(Mav is tucks his shoulders in and alters his voice.)

Maverick:  Maverick, you bad boy. I am big hairy beat stick. I am champ. Me will win. I will fight again. I will fight again. I will fight again...

(Mav returns to normal stature and voice.)

Maverick:  Give us all a break already! So I might be getting a little tired of having things cost me chances of getting that title back, so what! I made a promise to you that I wouldn't give up until I get it back!

(Maverick begins to make his way down to the ring and enters carefully.)

Maverick:  If you want yet another chance for me to rip the living hell out of you, I'd love to waste my time talking to you, but you know what? I've got bigger fish to fry... and that fish would be one of the "forgotten heros" here in the BMWF. Now this joker is named...

(Suddenly "War Machine" by KISS blares over the PA system as Scotty Scott walks out dressed in a black Union t-shirt that says "Let's Get Unionized" in red letters. The sleeves have been removed to show off his arms like a good resident of Red Hook and Strugis would.)

Scotty: It seems that the two of ya's have forgotten someone here. Now correct me if I'm wrong but didn't Ash get his <bleep> kicked by me time and time again?
 
JR: Well I wouldn't have put it that way but he did put a hurting on Ash about a year ago.

King: But Ash came right back and proved himself.

Scotty: Also if my memory is right..... Maverick nearly passed out from the Scottamission last week.

JR: True again.

Scotty: So I do believe if the two of ya's are talkin' 'bout any title matches 'round here..... It should be me and Ash. Afterall, the two of ya's have been borin' everyone to tears for the last couple of months. When was the last time the either of ya's even done anythin' that was cool? That may have been the night Ash won the title. But then again Maverick, ya were fightin' him in his backyard. That had to be the stupidest mistake I ever seen. Do ya fight a man in his backyard? Nah, ya just don't do that. That is like havin' a match in the streets of Red Hook, Strugis, or even Cheraw, SC with me.

KING: Cheraw, SC? That sounds like something you chew up and spit out!

Scotty: That is a mistake. But nah ya's think that yer the greatest just 'coz ya's think it. I got news for ya, Maverick. Ya've been readin' yer own press clippin's for way to long.

JR: Those are some very strong words from Scotty.

Maverick:  Listen up, redneck! I do what I have to do to get things done around here, and whoopin BLEEP just happens to be one of the job perks here!

(Ash laughs at the two of them.)

Scotty: Now don't stand there with that stupid grin of yer's Ash. I ain't forgot what ya did a few months ago when ya got all of us fired. It took Mr. Mackman and some lawyers to get us back. It seems that ya thought that I would just settle for fightin' my former best friend Lowedown. How long did ya think that would happen? How long did ya really think I would just settle for bein' a secondary man in this federation? After all I did for these people and for this federation I thought I would be repaid..... But I got lost in the shuffle. It seems that all of the "great" World Champions just said "Let's see if we can just ignore Scotty and maybe he'll go away." But I ain't. I am right here with a vegence. Now Ash, Ya's think that I am just gonna lay back and what ya's fight Maverick...... AGAIN!!!!! Ash, yer probalbly the most borin' person I've ever met in my entire life. Ya want to know why I have made yer life as miserable as I have lately? 'Coz I can!!!!!!!! Hahaha.

(Suddenly, Eric Bishoff's music plays as the BMWF GM comes to the stage. He smiles and waves to the fans who all boo him. The music dies off.)

BISHOFF: First of all let me welcome all of you wonderful Philadelphian fans to...BISHOFF BEDLAM!!

JR: What?

KING: Bishoff Bedlam?

JR: Who is he kidding?

BISHOFF: Now, I really wish all three of you guys would just shut the hell up! I'm sick and tired of you all bickering back and forth about who's the champ, who's the #1 contender, blah, blah, blah! It really doesn't matter, because, quite frankly, you all stopped being entertaining about...oh (looks at his watch)...about three minutes ago!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: Oh, my! He wouldn't.

(Suddenly, the camera cuts to the parking lot where former Training Camp trainee Lestad is being decimated by the SST!)

KING: YAHHH! It's Nosey and Usmell!!

JR: Usmell?

KING: Yes, he changed his name!

BISHOFF: Oops, looks like Nosey and Usmell are kind of busy right now. HA HA HA! (The scene cuts back inside.) So, I guess we'll have to do it this way. Tonight, in that very ring, it'll be Ash defending his World title once again...against Maverick!!

(Scotty looks bleeped, Maverick looks happy, Ash seems to show no emotion.)

Oh, and he'll also defend it against Scotty Scott!

JR: What?

BISHOFF: Yes, it'll be a three way match between Ash, Maverick and Scotty for the World title right here tonight! Thank you very much!

(Bishoff's music plays as he smiles and blows kisses to everyone.)

JR: What is gonna happen next?!! Don't go away!!

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Pepe...
Hailing from Lima, Ohio...
Weighing in at 232 pounds...

Al Blow

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Uncle Paul...
Weighing in at 375 pounds...

"The Big Dead Machine" Pain


*DING DING!*

JR: They lock up!
Pain whips Al Blow into the ropes, but Al Blow reverses it.
Pain misses with a kick.
Pain misses with a kick.
Al Blow uses a roundhouse right on Pain.
Pain hoists Al Blow high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Al
Blow crashing hard to the mat.
Pain whips Al Blow into the turnbuckle.
Pain runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Al Blow moves out of the way.
Al Blow goes for a punch, but Pain blocks it.
Pain takes Al Blow down with a punch.
Al Blow goes for a spin kick, but Pain ducks out of the way.
Pain smacks Al Blow with a devastating flying clothesline .
Pain is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Pain almost takes Al Blow's head off with a clothesline
Pain goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Al Blow blocks it.
Al Blow uses a forearm to the back on Pain.
Al Blow nails Pain with a spinning leg lariat.
Pain sits up.
The crowd is cheering on Pain.
Al Blow whips Pain into the turnbuckle, but Pain reverses it.
Pain throws Al Blow out of the ring.
Pain goes through the ropes.
Pain whips Al Blow into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Al Blow gives him a superkick, but Pain doesn't even care.
Pain goes for a forearm to the back, but Al Blow side-steps and Pain
only hits air.
Al Blow throws Pain back into the ring.
Al Blow hits a roundhouse right on Pain.
Pain sits up.
The crowd is cheering on Pain.
Al Blow whips Pain into the turnbuckle, but Pain reverses it.
Pain charges into the corner, but Al Blow moves out of the way.
Al Blow whips Pain into the ropes.
Pain smacks Al Blow with a devastating clothesline .
Pain whips Al Blow into the ropes, but Al Blow reverses it.
Pain almost takes Al Blow's head off with a flying clothesline
Pain runs into the ropes.
Pain hits Al Blow with an elbow.
Pain almost takes Al Blow's head off with a clothesline
Pain takes Al Blow down with a slap.
Pain smacks Al Blow with a devastating clothesline .
Pain nails Al Blow with a roundhouse right.
Pain smacks Al Blow with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd is really behind Pain.
Pain executes the Tombstone on Al Blow.
Pain has the crowd going wild.
Pain goes for the pin.
Eddie Long counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is giving Pain a standing ovation.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner...Pain! JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Kevin Kellie is seen standing at the door of a black limousine sitting in the parking lot of the First Union Center. Kevin Kellie begins to knock on the limousine door.)

Knock Knock Knock

(The door busts open and out steps Core wearing a Core "Latest and Greatest" t-shirt and a pair of baggy blue jeans. Core snatches the microphone from Kellie.)

Core: What the hell are you doing?

Kellie: I was trying to find out who was in the limousine.

Core: Well, you found out. Now, don't ever knock on my limousine door because it is not yours. Are you ever going to bother me again?

Kellie: No sir.

Core: Now, you that we have that settled ,can I ask you what you want?

Kellie: I would like to get your thoughts on you facing Lord Steven.

Core: The only thought I have about that match is the same one that I have going to every and any match that I have. I know that I am going to go in that ring and give Philly something that they never see. They are going to show someone winning who will be me. I mean the last time they seen that was... Well, I don't think they ever have. Anyway, Lord Steven talk all the smack he wants because when I get in that ring I will give Lord Steven that will be Hard to da Core.

Kellie: What about your friend Hardcore Harry facing the TV champ MVP Matt Magee?

Core: Oh I know that Hardcore will walk out of that ring the TV champ with no problem. Hardcore Harry is a lot like me and when he steps in that ring he takes care of business like no other. That is why tonight there will be no exception.

Kellie: Now, can I get what you think about Reno Fontayne joining the BWO?

Core: That is no problem. Reno Fontayne is no problem. I knew that he couldn't make it without me carrying his dead weight around ,so he had to go join the BWO. Well, all I can say is that I feel sorry for the BWO because they are going to have to carry Reno dead weight now.

Kellie: On Live last week we saw the mean streak of you and Hardcore Harry as you two beat down Cash Flo and Cyrus.

Core: Yeah, we went in and took care of business. Now, even though we lost we got the job done. Right now those pieces of garbage are more than likely laying in the hospital because of the beating me and Hardcore put on them. Now, I know that they will never forget the name of Core because I gave them a lession that was Hard to da Core. Now, I have to get ready for Lord Steven.

(Core pushes Kevin Kellie out of the way and walks into the First Union Center.)

FADE....

JR: I got good news for you King.

King: Sexy Stacy is coming out her to reveal her
puppies!

JR: Not exactly. Your favorite BMWF hero is standing
backstage with Michael Bole.

King: Then why are you still talking, JR, let's go
back stage with Bole!

(As soon as Cash Flo is seen standing along side
Michael Bole, the arena erupts with boo's.)

Cash Flo: Now don't speak, Bole, and ruin this moment
shared between fans and the Million Dollar Hero! Let
them show their admiration to their role model with
their chants.

(Fan's start to chant, Flo sucks.Flo sucks)

Cash Flo: (Not looking as juvenal as seconds before,
he looks at Bole) What do you want Bole? Don't just
stand there with your finger up your @$$.

Bole: (Clearing his throat) I wanted to get your
comments about Kurt Dangles win over you last Bedlam?

Cash Flo: (Nods) Kurt Dangle, the Olympic @$$ clown,
had the pleasure stepping into the ring with the most
sensational megastar this federation has ever seen. He
also managed to walk away with a win. I won't deny it,
Kurt Dangle laid me out for the 1-2-3. But see, here's
the thing, he didn't win clean. He had to cheat, the
one and only way to defeat me. My only weakness, my
kryptonite, a belt shot to the head! He did that,
simply, because he knew that there was no way in hell
he could beat me. Kurt, I know you're here tonight
with your milk and cookies, your stuffed teddy bear,
and my 'Gold Belt'. So listen up. Don't think
(snickers), which isn't that hard a request for you,
and listen to Uncle Flo.

(Fans boo)

Cash Flo: That goes for you to. You millions of jack
@$$ sitting on your fat @$$e$ in Cash Flo's house. And
don't worry, I haven't forgot about the millions
watching this Flo-tastic interview from their trailer
parks!

(Fans boo)

Cash Flo: Kurt 'Suck @$$' Dangle, your days as the
'Gold' champion are severely limited, because the BMWF
hero is coming for what should have been his! First,
however, I have to finish up with some other business,
so consider yourself real luck!

Bole: Which is?

Cash Flo: The Judge! Now see-I'm finished with this
kid, almost. Judge, I know for a fact your backstage!
I already saw you and your BLEEP, Executioner,
backstage kissing  each other. So, break the lip lock,
and listen up! Tonight we have a tag match. A step
towards the right direction of finding a resolution to
all this. Here's what I purpose. The next
pay-per-view, we end this the right way. No more sneak
attacks. No more bickering. Just you and me, one on
one, once and for all!

Bole: Are you asking him for  a match?

Cash Flo: (To Bole) If you wouldn't interrupt one of
my Oscar worthy monologues, Bole, you would know what
it was I was going to do next. So shut up! Stand there
and look mildly confused will ya? (To camera) As I was
saying. Next pay-per-view, you and Cash Flo, one last
time in an specialty match for your LH title.

Bole: What kind of match?

Cash Flo: (Glares at Bole and then the camera) In what
will no doubt be the best match of the PPV, you will
see the greatest high flyer in this federation Cash
Flo pitted against the biggest @$$ clown in the
business today, the Judge in a COURT ROOM BRAWL. What
do you think? Let's finish it in your house, Judge?
That is, unless you're a big chicken @$$! I'll be
waiting for your answer and your title, Judge, and
that you can take to the.

Crowd/Flo: Bank!

>>>

KING: Hey JR! That was a dirty trick! That wasn't the Rock!!

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Hollywood, CA...
Weighing in at 254 pounds...

Goldustin

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada...
Weighing in at 229 pounds...

Storm

*DING DING!* JR: They lock up!
Storm hits Goldustin with a dropkick.
The crowd is cheering on Storm.
Storm uses a faceslam on Goldustin.
Storm works the crowd.
The crowd is cheering on Storm.
Storm nails Goldustin with a double underhook suplex.
Storm works the crowd.
The crowd is cheering on Storm.
Storm takes Goldustin down with a power bomb.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Storm goes for a vertical suplex, but Goldustin reverses it.
Goldustin uses a piledriver on Storm.
Goldustin goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Storm blocks it.
Storm goes for a faceslam, but Goldustin blocks it.
Goldustin hits a bodyslam on Storm.
Goldustin nails Storm with a gutwrench suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
Storm complains about a fast count.
The cheers for Goldustin are drowning out the boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner...Goldustin!

JR: We'll be right back!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as The Judge and The Executioner make their way to
the ring. They climb into the ring and The Judge grabs a mic.)

Judge- Tonight, everyone here in this great place of Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania get to see my manager, The Executioner, in his first match in
the BMWF. When I signed The Executioner to be my manager, I signed him not
only for his managing skills but for his amazing wrestling ability. I
wouldn't be surprised if The Executioner pinned Cash Flo or Cyrus Ramirez
instead of me!

(The Judge then pauses.)

Judge- Now down to business. Tonight, The Executioner and I will defeat the
so-called "Flo-tastic" one and.......wait, what's his name again?

Executioner- I'm don't know his name but I heard he was some kind of monster.

Judge- Oh well, let's just call him Frankenstein for now.

(The crowd laughs.)

Judge- Anyway, as many of you know, Cash Flo and I have already had an
encounter, which I won. Cash Flo then kept whining and crying that "I just
got lucky." He then kept challenging me again and again so tonight is his
night to prove himself that he is worthy of The Judge's time. Cash, if you
lose again tonight, which you will, don't expect another rematch. The
Executioner and I will defeat @$$ Flo, Frankenstein, and even Dr. Egor
tonight and...

The crowd chants with The Judge: THAT IS FINAL!

Judge- This court is adjourned!

(The Judge bangs his gavel on the ropes and The Judge and Executioner leave
the ring.)

(The lights in the First Union Center go out. A blast of white pyro goes off
and "Click Click Boom" plays in the First Union Center. The fans erupt into a
frenzy of boo's as Core walks out on the stage.)

JR: This man and Hardcore Harry showed their mean streak on Live when they
beat Cash Flo and Cyrus with a chair and sledgehammer.

King: Cash Flo deserved it anyway. I really hate that guy even more than Core.

(Core steps in the ring and grabs a microphone.)

Core: Now, how many people seen me and Hardcore Harry beat down Cash Flo and
Cyrus. We did exactly what we said we would do because we never back down on
a promise. The end of that match was so great. I would like to see that just
one more time.

(The Bruisertron shows Live when Core and Hardcore Harry were beating Cash
Flo and Cyrus with a chair and weapon. It then shows Cash Flo and Cyrus lying
in a puddle of there own blood after the attack.)

JR: That was just sickening.

Core: God that was great! Now that I have proved my point not one person can
stop me I wanna know who is really worthy of stopping me. I know that it
isn't going to be Cash Flo or Cyrus because they are in a hospital somewhere.
I mean what fool gets in the ring with me and go toe to toe with me. Not a
*BLEEP*ing person in the back. I mean I am the latest and greatest wrestler
on the face of the earth. Come on. Some one just give me a challenge. Come
on. Let's go get someone down here.

("Key To the Gate" all of a sudden blares all through out the arena as Myers
comes out on stage with a microphone.)

JR: This young stud may give him a challenge.

Core: I am sorry kid. Maybe you didn't hear me. I said a challenge not a
chump. What is your probl...

Myers: Core, never raise your voice to a member of the Union. That blooded
attack you and your bucktooth companion made on me last week was uncalled
for. I laid Harry out to waste at the past pay per view and this month I feel
I'll drown you in the creek beside your lover. My record here speaks for
itself. I stand proud of my accomplishments and convictions. You, my poor
excuse for a wrestler are a shame to us all. You care to tread the path I lay
before you?

Core: You???

Myers: Me, Myself and I.

(Core begins to laugh very hard.)

Core: (While laughing.) You think you have what it takes to get in the ring
with me. Let me remind you what I have done in a little over a year here. I
am a former IC champ, Light-Heavy weight champ, and Hardcore champ.

Myers: For a man that lost his prized possession to The Judge of all people,
you sure talk a lot don't you? If I were you, I'd attempt to stay as quiet as
possible until the disgrace you have made of yourself recently, passes. But
no, you raise your voice and howler and squeal and hope for dear God that you
gain some sort of respect from your actions. Well Core… I'm your self-respect
and I'm about to kick you in the BLEEP!

Core: You know what you little punk. Why don't you come down here and I will
give you a lesson that will be Hard To Da Core.

Myers: For he who asks shall receive.

(Myers rushes down to the ring. The fans go crazy and Core and Myers begin to
battle back and forth.)

JR: Business is beginning to pick up.

(Core and Myers continue to battle back and forth until security breaks them
up in the middle of the ring. Myers breaks free and jumps on Core and begins
to punch him. Security pulls Myers off Core. Core gets up and attacks Myers
and begins to punch Myers. Finally Myers and Core are pulled apart. Myers is
taken out of the ring as Core gets the microphone.)

Core: YOU SON OF A *BLEEP* IF YOU WANNA GO ONE ON ONE WITH ME THEN AT THE
NEXT PAY PER VIEW WE CAN DO THAT. IF YOU *BLEEP*ING MAKE IT TO THE RING I
WILL GIVE YOU A LESSION YOU WILL NEVER *BLEEP*ING FOGET.

(Core gets out of the ring as the fans boo at him and throw stuff at him.)

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

From El Paso, Texas...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Latino Heat

PA: Latino Heaaaat!

(Latino Heat's music hits over the P.A. system as the crowd begins to boo. Slowly from the back, Latino Heat begins to strut out from the back. Heat stands at the top of the stage, pounds his chest and then point up to the sky. He slowly walks down the aisle taunting the fans the whole way down. He slides into the ring and grabs a mic.)

Latino Heat: Mr. Personality, homes, you gotta know who you are stepping into the ring with tonight. Ese, this is a whole different game than you are used to playing. This ain't gonna be pretty for you if you think you have any shot at stepping into this ring and beating me. I'm a former champion here. And you're nothing. Just remember that. Unfortunately for you, our returns were linked and our paths crossed, because we are on two different fields of play here. You're still sitting in the minors while I'm ready to be with the big boys. But don't worry. I won't make it last long. And you still have one last chance, because if you can't stand The Heat, then you better get out of the kitchen.

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Brooklyn, NY...
Weighing in at 260 pounds...

Mr. Personality


*DING DING!*

JR: They lock up!
Latino Heat uses a spinning backbreaker on Mr. Personality.
Latino Heat runs into the ropes.
Mr. Personality misses with an elbow.
Mr. Personality misses with a kick.
Latino Heat goes for a clothesline, but Mr. Personality counters it with
a hiptoss.
Mr. Personality looks at the crowd, the shakes his head.
The crowd is cheering on Mr. Personality.
Mr. Personality takes Latino Heat down with the Rolling Thunder.
Mr. Personality whips Latino Heat into the ropes, but Latino Heat reverses it.
Latino Heat hits Mr. Personality with a backdrop.
Latino Heat uses a dropkick on Mr. Personality.
Latino Heat is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Latino Heat uses a spinning leg lariat on Mr. Personality.
Latino Heat slaps his chest.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Latino Heat nails Mr. Personality with a chop.
Latino Heat hits a Hotshot on Mr. Personality.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Latino Heat executes the Frog Splash on Mr. Personality.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
Numerous fans are using Latino Heat for target practice.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner...Latino Heat!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(In a hallway of the First Union Center Lord Steven bumps into Core. They turn around and look very intense as they look in each others eyes.)

Core: Look where you are going jack*BLEEP*.

Lord Steven: As if it really matters to a blithering buffon such as yourself, I am on my way to join my mates in the Union. Then we shall find out if you are actually the man that you think that you are.

Core: We will see who the *BLEEP* the man is when we get in the ring tonight. Now, we don't have to wait till then because we can go right now.

Lord Steven: In Great Britian, we settle differences such as this in the ring. But frfom what I am to understand, you are uncooth, arrogant, and completely crude. I would not be surprized if you come frrom a small town in South Carolina. Where the rednecks such as yourself, go to the pubs looking for a fight. I do mine in the ring like a gentleman.

Core: Well, I don't care where you come from ,so why don't you go back to the Union locker room and kiss Scotty's *BLEEP*. Go whine to Scotty because that is all that the Union babies do.

Lord Steven: If my memory serves me correctly, you could not last in the Union. You were the laughing stock of the Union when you were in it. So you could never really understand how we work. No one actually thought you were man enough to be a member of the Union.

Core: Man enough??? Well, I will tell you this little man when we get in the ring careful about what I may do. Remember that I am not the same Hardcore Kid that I was in the Union. I am now Core. I have a little more of a mean streak and a little more edge and unlike the people in the Union I don't care what the fans think because I have testicular fortitude.

Lord Steven: It is not any of your business about anything concerning my testicles. Now bugger off!!!!

Core: Fine.

(As Lord Steven starts to walk Core grabs a pipe laying on the ground and smacks it across the back of Lord Stevens' head.)

JR: MY GOD!!!!!! WHAT IS CORE DOING???? THIS IS GOING TO FAR.

( Core begins to beat Lord Stevens' head with the pipe for a few minutes. After he notices that Lord Steven is laying a pile of his own blood he stops.)

Core: I told you that I don't mess around anymore.

( Core leaves ,but not without kicking Lord Steven in the stomach.)

JR: Can we please get some help for Lord Steven?

King: Lord Steven asked for that.

JR: Oh King.

FADE...

(Dr. Mangahaus is sitting on a nice leather sofa,
sipping on a glass of wine. Behind him, rummaging
through some desk drawers is Cyrus Ramirez.)

Mangahaus: ( A little dazed ) What are you doing back
there, Cyrus?

Ramirez: Looking for porn!

Mangahaus: ( Chuckles ) I understand. Being a man that
has never experienced the love, physical love, of a
woman must be rather difficult existence. Your animal
urges are probably surging right now, but why are you
looking for smut here?

Ramirez: ( Stops looking at glances at Mangahaus )
Cash Flo must have some. You've seen him. What type of
woman would sleep with him?

Mangahaus: A German. Most definitely a German girl.

Ramirez: ( Looking in the drawer again ) Why a German
girl, Doc?

Mangahaus: Why not. Besides, understanding the type of
man that he is, I highly doubt you will find any
pornography in his locker room. His house, maybe, but
not here.
( Thinks a moment ) Here, you would find something
much different indeed. Maybe a mirror, considering
he's in love with himself.

(Ramirez opens a drawer and pulls out a mirror. He
sets it on the desk. He also pulls out a box of tissue
paper and hand moisturizer.)

Ramirez: Doc, why would he keep this stuff together?

(Mangahaus gets up and walks over to the desk. Seeing
the material, a big drunken grin appears on his face.)

Mangahaus: Sometimes my brilliance amazes even me. (
Glances at his watch ) Where is Cash Flo? He was
supposed to be here ten minutes ago.

Ramirez: I heard he had to do an interview with
Michael Bole.

Mangahaus: I see.

Ramirez: Doc, how much longer must we waist our time
with him? I want to get in the ring alone.

Mangahaus: ( Placing his hand on Ramirez's shoulder )
Be patient, Ramirez. Soon you will be flying solo and
quickly through the ranks of the BMWF. An unstoppable
machine, fulfilling the promise I have made to the
masses.

Ramirez: Promise? What are you talking about? I am
Cyrus Ramirez, the personification of violence. I am
here to unleash wrath and torment to those crazy
enough to step into my world. Who are you Doc? Nothing
but a watch dog. That's it. I can do this with you or
without you.

Mangahaus: ( Opens his jacket and removes a syringe )
I'm much more than that, Ramirez, now hold still.

(Screen fades to black)

King: My gosh, what was that all about?

JR: I don't know and I'm pretty sure I don't want to
know either King.

>>>

JR: Core has been really trying hard to impress Mr. Bishoff. I think he will
try anything to look good in his eyes.

King: I don't think anything will make Core look good in anyone's eyes.

JR: I am getting word that something is going on in the back.

(Lord Steven is standing over a fallen Core. Core is bleeding profusely.)

JR: It looks like Lord Steven just hit Core with something!!!!

King: I didn't see anything JR. Core may have tripped over something.

(Steven's voice can be heard suddenly.)

Steven: My word, you should be very careful as to whom you jump sunshine.
Remember I do have the power of the punch.

JR: He hit Core with those brass knuckles!!!!!!!!

King: He is innocent until proven guilty JR.

JR: We'll be right back!

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Austin, TX...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Core

(The First Union Center goes completely black. "Click Click Boom" blares throughout the arena. As Core walks out he recieves all boo's ,but Core just walks down to the ring giving the fans the finger.)

JR: This man showed his mean streak along with Hardcore Harry on Live.

King: Yeah. It was great when he nailed Cash Flo with the chair. I mean I hate Cash Flo even more than Core..... Well, maybe.

Actually I wish the writers would stop making me contradict myself. I hate you all! HA HA HA HA!

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 262 pounds...

Lord Steven

("Ode to Joy" plays as Lord Steven makes his way out the fans cheer him only
due to the fact he is facing Core. He walks down to the ring and wipes his
feet on the ring apron.)

Steven: It appears that our dear little sunshine Core has had some misfortune
tonight. He has always been clumbsy. That is something that was a bit of
concern when he was in the Union. But nevertheless, it is my understanding
that he shall come out here and embarass himself once again tongiht. embarass
himself by entering the ring and try and compete with the likes of me. So
bring the little bugger out and I shall give him the thrashing that he so
dearly needs.

*DING DING!*

JR: They lock up!
Core hits Lord Steven.
Lord Steven kicks Core.
Core punches Lord Steven.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Core.
Lord Steven chops Core.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Lord Steven.
Lord Steven hits Core.
Core hits Lord Steven.
Core takes Lord Steven down with a piledriver.
The cheers for Core are drowning out the boos.
Core whips Lord Steven into the ropes, but Lord Steven reverses it.
Core hits Lord Steven with an elbow.
Core goes for a tiger driver, but Lord Steven blocks it.
Lord Steven nails Core with a double underhook suplex.
Lord Steven hits a German suplex on Core.
Eddie Long counts: One, two, kickout.
Lord Steven goes for a back suplex, but Core flips over.
Core executes a full nelson slam on Lord Steven.
Core goes for a DDT, but Lord Steven counters it with a backdrop.
Lord Steven hits a hiptoss on Core.
Lord Steven goes for an armdrag takedown, but Core counters it with a backslide.
Eddie Long counts: One, two, kickout.
Core uses a belly-to-belly suplex on Lord Steven.
The cheers for Core are drowning out the boos.
Core is going for the pin.
Eddie Long counts: One, two, kickout.
Core nails Lord Steven with a jawbreaker.
Core takes Lord Steven down with a DDT.
Core nails Lord Steven with a tiger driver.
Eddie Long counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Core takes Lord Steven down with a piledriver.
Core executes a full nelson slam on Lord Steven.
Core executes a piledriver on Lord Steven.
Core goes for a frog splash, but Lord Steven rolls out of the way.

Core rolls out of the ring.

(Core slides in the ring and begins to exchange rights and lefts with Lord Steven.)

JR: It is amazing that Lord Steven is even out here after what Core did to him earlier.

(Core gives Lord Steven a knee to the stomach.)

JR: Look at that cheap shot by Core
Core is giving Lord Steven multiple axe handle smashes to his back
Core nails a knee to the face to Lord Steven
Lord Steven falls down to the ground as Core begins to stomp on him
Core nails an elbow drop on Lord Steven
Core lifts up Lord Steven and whips him into the ropes
Lord Steven ducks a clothesline from Core
Lord Steven nails the clothesline on Core
Lord Steven hits a bodyslam on Core
Lord Steven nails a back drop on Core
Lord Steven clotheslines Core out of the ring

(Core is outside walking around and seems to be very upset. Lord Steven goes outside with Core and hits Core in the back.)

JR: This has moved outside the ring.

(Lord Steven goes to whip Core into the ring post ,but Core reverses. Core rolls in the ring as Lord Steven lays outside holding his head. The ref begins to count and when he gets too seven when Lord Steven rolls in the ring.)

JR: Core is stomping on Lord Steven

(Core begins to taunt the fans ,but Lord Steven gets up.)

JR: Look at Core wasting his time.
Wait, Lord Steven just clotheslined Core from the back
Lord Steven lifts up Core and gives Core a suplex
Lord Steven pins Core
One, Two, kickout

Lord Steven tries to whip Core into the corner, but the ref gets in the way.

JR: The referee has just been hit. I think he was knocked out.

King: I hope so. Core has been enough to make me wish I were knocked out.

JR: Core is setting up Lord Steven for the nightdriver!!!!!!!!

King: But there is no referee to do the count. That is just prefect!!!!!!!

JR: Core is walking over to the referee and is trying to get the referee up.

King: Lord Steven is up and is moving behind Core.

JR: He has those brass knuckles on King!!!!!

King: I still don't see them.

JR: Open your eyes!!!

King: How did you know I had them shut?

JR: Lord Steven just hit Core in the head with those brass knuckles!!!!!

King: Core is just a bloody mess after Lord Steven uses the power of the
punch!!!!! Look JR the referee is up!!!!!!

JR: Lord Steven has the Regal Stretch locked on Core!!!!!!!!!!!

Core is screaming in agony!

No he's too close to the ropes! The ref calls for a break!

KING: AHHH! It's that 7 foot freak MYERS!

JR: You're right King. Here comes the monster of the Union himself. Business
is 'bout to pick up.

KING: Look like Myers had time to pick up a steel chair backstage also JR.
Look at him, he is hideous!

(Myers slides into the ring preparing his chair for an assault.)

JR: I don't think the ref has caught sight of Myers yet King.

KING: Get out of there Core! He's gunning for you.

(Lord Steven whips Core into the ropes, Core ducks a clothesline but…)

SMASH!

JR: Core ran directly into a chair shot courtesy of Myers.

KING: AHHH! It's raining blood here in Philadelphia.

SMASH!

(Myers continues to level the chair right across the face of Core.)

*DING DING*

JR: The ref is trying to push Myers clear from Core.

KING: I wouldn't do that if I were you.

JR: OH GOD! Myers just took down a BMWF ref with the FINAL RECKONING!

KING: He's out of control JR! Where's Harry? He'll put an end to Myers!

CUT BACKSTAGE:

(Slayder paces himself back and forth making animal grunting sounds. He waves
an iron bar around in the air high above his head. The camera pan down to
find Hardcore Harry unconscious with a blood wound to his forehead on the
ground.)

JR: OH NO! The Union is out of control. Who's next?

KING: AHHH! I need an enema!

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner by DQ...Core!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Rock and Kurt Dangle are in the bWo locker room watching the match and discussing recent BMWF events.)

Kurt: Can you believe that, Rock? Can you believe that the Union is actually trying to be a more vicious and terrifying stable than the bWo?

ROCK: What the Rock believes is that the Union are a bunch of roody poos!

Kurt: Well, what about this Myers character? He looks pretty tough to me!

ROCK: Tough? Myers, tough? Myers would like to take a look at the Rock's goldmember!

Kurt: Huh?

ROCK: The Rock's strudel!

Kurt: Oh, I love strudel!

(Rock give him the "What the...?" look.)

Kurt: Apple strudel is my favorite!!

ROCK: Kurt, Kurt...don't you like pie?

Kurt: Well sure I do, Rock! Apple pie! I'm a true American, you know!

ROCK: Obviously, Kurt, you have no idea what The Rock is talking about, so let's get back to the point. The bWo has to do something about the Union trying to cut in on the bWo parade!

Kurt: I like parades, too.

ROCK: Kurt...

Kurt: Yes, Rock?

ROCK: Know your role and shut your mouth!

Kurt: I like rolls, too! I'm hungry! Let's go to the cafeteria! (He gets up and leaves as Rock gives him the "What the..?" look and we fade...)

(The Judge is shown sitting in his locker room. He looks at his watch and
then stares at the camera.)

Judge- Dangle...the clock is ticking! Where's my LH belt? You have until the
end of Bedlam to give it back or else....well, let's just say we'll take this
matter to court. This court is adjourned!

(The Judge bangs his gavel on a table and the camera fades.)

>>>

JR: I just got word that Slim Jim is stand backstage
with the newest edition to the federation, the macabre
Cyrus Ramirez.

King: Nights like this, I'm glad I don't conduct the
interviews.

(In the hallway, Cyrus Ramirez is standing along side
Slim Jim. Behind the two men is the always present Dr.
Mangahaus)

Slim Jim: Tonight your tag teamed up with Cash Flo
once again. It seems the two of you are becoming
friends.

Ramirez: Slim, I have no friends. Cash Flo is not and
will not ever be a friend of mine. He's just a
temporary associate. But soon, I will rip my self away
from his annoying side and start my conquest of the
BMWF.

Slim: Can I get your comments about your match with
the Judge and his mystery partner?

Ramirez: ( Takes the mic from Slim ) Soon, it will be
you that is Judged. I have begun the deliberation,
analyzed the facts and testimonies of the witnesses,
and so far I have to admit it doesn't look good for
you. If found guilty, I promise you a slow and painful
death.

Mangahaus: ( Stepping forward, between Slim and
Ramirez ) Judge, since you have been in the BMWF, you
have shown no signs that indicate any real
intelligence. I do see some symptoms, that lead me to
believe that you may suffer from Persecution and
Superiority complexes. And I strongly advice that you
seek immediate medical help, but then again since your
about to step into the ring with Cyrus Ramirez and
Cash Flo, after the horrendous beat down you'll be
getting, you'll have all the time to seek professional
help in the recovery room.

(The two men walk away from Slim.)

>>>

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

Led to the ring by Dr. Mangahaus...
At a total combined weight of 490 pounds...

Cash Flo and Cyrus Ramirez

Come on,
Bring it,
Come on
Come on.

(A big green dollar sign forms on the ramp. A massive
explosion  rocks the stage as golden sparks raining
down from the rafters. Stepping out on the stage is
CASH FLO. He's wearing a pair of dark green wrestling
tights, black boots with silver dollar signs on the
backs of them. Before walking down the ramp he scans
the crowd. As the music continues to play, the chorus
on a loop, CASH FLO confidently struts down to the
ring. Before getting in the ring, he grabs a mic from
the time keeper. Sliding into the ring, the music
gradually fades out as the boo's of the crowd fade
in.)

Cash Flo: Ladies and Ladies, listen to your Uncle Flo
spout off some words of truly amazing significance.
Tonight, in this ring, you will see a match that will
be absolutely-100%-Grade A-Flo-tastic, as I, the
Million Dollar Hero, am once again teamed up with the
one and only 'true' freaky-Jason in the BMWF, Cyrus
Ramirez.

(Fans Boo!)

Cash Flo: Tonight, we'll be having a fight with the
biggest jack @$$ this federation has ever seen, the
Judge. Now see, Judge has been in a desperate search
of a tag team partner. It turns out that his
boyfriend, manager, whatever the Executioner is to the
Judge, can't fight. With a name like that he better be
a fighter. He also better have all his insurance paid
up considering the chair shot that fool gave the Most
High Flying Megastar in the BMWF today. He must be a
damn injudicious moron to do something that stupid to
me. Especially if he thinks there won't be a payback
here tonight.

(Fans Boo!)

Cash Flo: I can't believe some of you like him. Wait a
sec, I do understand why you like him. Your on the
Judges level. I hadn't realized how many unintelligent
people there actually are in the world until just now.
Especially, right here in this suck @$$ place!

(Fans Boo!)

Cash Flo: Judge wants a new partner. I guess that
means the Executioner can't hang in the bedroom with
the most pathetic addition to the BMWF roster since
Kyja.

(Fans Laugh and then boo!)

Cash Flo: So go and get a new partner. Go get the most
powerfully overrated barrister or some crazy bondsman
that accepts checks, Cash Flo doesn't care. Some legal
advice friend, you should get yourself a conservator
to protect your incompetent @$$! Tonight, you step
into Cash Flo's court and we practice Lex Talionis!
For the thousands of fans that have no idea what Cash
Flo is speaking about, let me enlighten you and the
Judge. I'm positive that @$$ clown has no idea what
I'm talking about. Lex Talionis is a Latin term, which
means the law of retaliation. That's what I practice,
Judge, so get ready. Go pay your insurance, call your
mommy and daddy, kiss your dog goodnight, and then get
your no-talent @$$ out here for the proper Million
Dollar Beat down! And that, Judge, you can take to the
Supreme court!


LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
At a total combined weight of 610 pounds...

The Judge and The Executioner

(The Judge Judy theme hits as The Judge and The Executioner make their way to
the ring. They climb into the ring and The Judge bangs his gavel on the
ringposts. The Executioner grabs a mic.)

Executioner- Alright, let's go @$$ Flo! Let's go Frankenstein! Don't forget
to bring Egor with you cause it's time to be EXECUTED!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge- C'mon, I'm going to settle the disputes that you was robbed at Summer
Slammed by beating you again tonight, so hurry up!

*DING DING!* JR: They lock up!
The Executioner hoists Cash Flo high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Cash Flo crashing hard to the mat.
The Executioner uses a Samoan Drop on Cash Flo.
The Executioner is going for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, kickout.
Cash Flo begs off.
The Executioner runs into the ropes.
Cash Flo takes The Executioner down with a huricanrana.
Numerous fans are using Cash Flo for target practice.
Cash Flo runs into the ropes.
The Executioner goes for a powerslam, but Cash Flo counters it with a lariat.
Cash Flo hits a huricanrana on The Executioner.
Cash Flo hits The Executioner with a swinging neckbreaker.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Cyrus Ramirez enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Cash Flo and Cyrus Ramirez whip The Executioner into the ropes.

He nails them with a double clothesline.

The Executioner tags out to The Judge.
The Judge nails Cash Flo with a DDT.
The Judge hits a legdrop on Cash Flo.
The Executioner enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
The Judge and The Executioner whip Cash Flo into the ropes.
They hit Cash Flo with a double kick to the midsection.
Cyrus Ramirez enters the ring, but gets cut off.
The Judge and The Executioner whip Cash Flo into the ropes.
They hit Cash Flo with a double clothesline.
Cyrus Ramirez gets back up and throws The Executioner out of the ring.
Cyrus Ramirez leaves the ring.
Cash Flo goes for a hiptoss, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge goes for a power bomb, but Cash Flo blocks it.
Cash Flo tags out to Cyrus Ramirez.
Cyrus Ramirez goes for a flapjack, but The Judge counters it with
a double-axhandle to the back.
The Judge executes a belly-to-belly suplex on Cyrus Ramirez.
The Judge pretends to bang his mallet.
A few fans are cheering on The Judge.
The Judge goes for a power bomb, but Cyrus Ramirez blocks it.
Cyrus Ramirez hits The Judge with a flapjack.
Cash Flo enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Cyrus Ramirez and Cash Flo whip The Judge into the ropes.
They hit The Judge with a double kick to the midsection.
The Executioner enters the ring and lays out Cash Flo.
The Judge and The Executioner whip Cyrus Ramirez into the ropes.
They hit Cyrus Ramirez with a double fist to the midsection.
The Executioner leaves the ring.
The Judge whips Cyrus Ramirez into the turnbuckle.
The Judge tags out to The Executioner.
The Executioner executes a powerslam on Cyrus Ramirez.
Mike Toyota counts: One, shoulder up.
The Executioner complains about a slow count.
The Executioner hits Cyrus Ramirez with a bodyslam.
The Executioner executes a big boot on Cyrus Ramirez.
The Executioner goes for a power bomb, but Cyrus Ramirez counters it with
a backdrop.
Cyrus Ramirez goes for a flapjack, but The Executioner counters it with
an elbowsmash.
The Executioner almost takes Cyrus Ramirez's head off with a clothesline
The Executioner tags out to The Judge.
The Executioner enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
The Judge and The Executioner whip Cyrus Ramirez into the ropes.
They hit Cyrus Ramirez with a double fist to the midsection.
Cash Flo enters the ring and throws The Executioner out of the ring.
Numerous fans are using Cash Flo for target practice.
Cyrus Ramirez and Cash Flo whip The Judge into the ropes.
They hit The Judge with a double elbowsmash.
Cash Flo leaves the ring.
Cyrus Ramirez runs into the ropes.
The Judge hits Cyrus Ramirez with a backdrop.
Cyrus Ramirez falls out of the ring.
The Judge goes through the ropes.
Mike Toyota counts: 1.
Mike Toyota counts: 2.
The Judge reenters the ring.
Cyrus Ramirez follows him back in.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
Cyrus Ramirez hits The Judge with a kick.
Cyrus Ramirez tags out to Cash Flo.
Cyrus Ramirez goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but The Judge counters it with
a side suplex.
Cyrus Ramirez rolls out of the ring.
The Judge nails Cash Flo with a big boot.
The Judge pretends to bang his mallet.
A few fans are cheering on The Judge.
The Judge uses a power bomb on Cash Flo.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
The Judge tags out to The Executioner.
The Executioner runs into the ropes.
The Executioner almost takes Cash Flo's head off with a clothesline
The Executioner throws Cash Flo out of the ring.
The Executioner goes through the ropes.
The Judge comes over to make it two-on-one.
Cyrus Ramirez comes over and lays out The Judge.
Mike Toyota counts: 1.
The Executioner is busted wide open.
Mike Toyota counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
The Executioner reenters the ring.
Cash Flo follows him back in.
The Executioner nails Cash Flo with a bodyslam.
The Executioner hoists Cash Flo high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Cash Flo crashing hard to the mat.
The Executioner nails Cash Flo with a power bomb.
The Executioner goes for a legdrop, but Cash Flo rolls out of the way.
Cash Flo is going for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Cash Flo tags out to Cyrus Ramirez.
Cyrus Ramirez and Cash Flo whip The Judge into the ropes.
They hit The Judge with a double elbowsmash.
Cyrus Ramirez and Cash Flo whip The Judge into the ropes.
They hit The Judge with a double backdrop.
Cyrus Ramirez and Cash Flo whip The Judge into the ropes.
They hit The Judge with a double fist to the midsection.
Cash Flo leaves the ring.
Cyrus Ramirez takes The Judge down with tilt-a-whirl-pile driver.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Cyrus Ramirez whips The Judge into the ropes, but The Judge reverses it.
Cyrus Ramirez nails The Judge with a swinging neckbreaker.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Cyrus Ramirez executes the Insanity Driver on The Judge.
Cyrus Ramirez goes for the pin.
Mike Toyota counts: One, two, three.
Cyrus Ramirez is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here are your winners... Cash Flo and Cyrus Ramirez!

JR: What is that wild man doing here?

King: Who are you talking about?

JR: You see Slayder down here!!!!!!

King: Maybe he is just watching.

JR: Slayder has just pulled the Executioner out of the ring and is pumling
him with punches to the head!!!!! He has something against Judge and
Executioner obviosly!!!!!!!

King: JR, you need a spell checker! Maybe he doesn't like the way they look!!!!!!!

JR: Slayder has entered the ring. Thank goodness this match is over!!!!!

King: It is a shame. Slayder could have gotten Cyrus and Cash.

JR: Slayder kicked the Judge in the gut and is positioning him near the
ropes. King, you don't think he is going to do what it looks like he is going
to do?

King: He has him JR!!!!

JR: DEAR LORD!!!!!!! SLAYDER JUST POWERBOMBED THE JUDGE OVER THE TOP ROPE AND
DOWN TO THE FLOOR!!!!!!!! HE MAY HAVE BROKEN THAT MAN'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!

KING: That was a tough match JR. As tough as dropping a number two in this
place after trying the curry. AHHH! Here is comes again JR.

JR: What's this? Hold on a moment fans, we seem to be suffering technical
problems.

KING: AHHHH! Are the lights flicking on and off or is that the curry?

JR: In the ring! Look King!

KING: AHHHH! Not again!

JR: Myers stands behind The Executioner with a microphone in his right hand.
The lights continue to flicker King. I don't think they know Myers behind
them.

SMASH!

JR: Myers just leveled the Executioner with the FINAL RECKONING!

(The lights stop flickering as Myers stares down the unconcious Judge. Myers
begins to speak.)

MYERS: Last Friday I heard you mention my name, and what you had to say
wasn't favorable at all. Judge you claim that you're the toughest of us three
remaining tuff enuff competitors. Well look again you filth peddler, I'm
main-event status while you trudge around in the mid-card.

KING: AHHHH! Looks like Judge tried the curry too.

JR: Shut up King. Myers has something to say.

KING: He always has something doom oriented and boring to say.

MYERS: Mention my name or the union again in vein and you'll end up looking
like this.

(Myers helps a dazed Executioner back to his feet.)

JR: Oh no King. This can't be good!

(Myers drops the microphone to the mat.)

KING: AHHH!

JR: FINAL RECKONING! The Executioner suffers again as Myers rolls under the
ropes and makes his way up the ramp backstage

We're going backstage!

>>>

(The camera shows Maverick walking through the halls of the First Union Center. He stops and looks down a hall. The camera pans back and Dreadnaught is shown standing behind him. Maverick turns around and the two are face to face.)

Maverick: Thug man, what's up...

Dreadnaught: Thangs are moving, I just don't know if in the right direction! What's the dilly with Reno?

Maverick: Explain...

Dreadnaught: You know exactly what I mean, I take some time off, and you replace me with that pansy!

Maverick: Jason, you know that it was good business! You left and we needed another core member to keep ourselves strong! Reno was a top choice for his will and desire, the will and desire that each and every member of of the bWo has and you know it!

Dreadnaught: That fool ain't going anywhere as long as he keeps tanglin' with me! Just make sure that the rest of the bWo don't stick their nose in my biz. This is strictly between me and Reno!

Maverick: You know this...

Dreadnaught: Cool, and if thangs get too deep, you know the Thug still has your back!

(Dreadnaught extends his hand and Mavericks shakes it. Dreadnaught walks past Maverick and continues down the hall. Maverick is shown crossing his arms as he watches Dread walk away.)

Maverick: ... 4 life!

JR:Folks, as we have seen these past few weeks...Logan and Dozer have become one of the most dominant tag teams here in the BMWF! They call themselves the new Legion of Doom!

King:These two claimed to have sent the Outsiders packing after Big Sexy injured his leg! They're just lucky if you ask me?

JR:Remind me not to ask you.

King:Let me ask you this though J.R about the interview you did with these two freaks.

JR:What's that?

King:How did you get out alive? Those guys are freaks!

JR:I sat down with these two earlier today in this very arena and this is what they had to say in regards to their future here in the BMWF and also about their competition tonight in DNext.

King:Knowing them and their ability to conjugate verbs...this probably only took 4 minutes!

JR:Let's go to the interview!

(The Bruisertron lights up to show the Legion of Doom sitting in the front row with J.R as both men are dressed in blue jeans and Legion of Doom t-shirts as they are waiting for J.R to start the interview...)

JR:Gentlemen, both of you started your career as singles competitors and at one time had a great beginning until both your careers hit a roadblock. Logan who was once part of the Horsemen and Dozer who was once a Television champion. Now, it appears to me and the fans here in the BMWF that you both have found your place as a tag team and have proved it by becoming the BMWF Tag team champions.

Dozer:We showed the world that we are the dominant team here plain and simple. There's no more doubt about being Lowedown's brother or the Horsemen because we have shed that bullbleep story! We showed each and every Legionnaire about what happens to the non believers. Tonight, DNext is next on our hit list.

Logan:People doubted who we are when we arrived here. Dozer was stuck with the label of being the brother of Lowedown. I was stuck behind the label of the Horsemen. Don't get us wrong J.R about our past. The Horsemen opened the door for me and Lowedown opened the door for his brother. You see the difference between then and now is that we don't open the doors...we kick them down! It's that simple.

JR:There is a rumor about the BWO has once again offered a challenge for the tag team titles. They won't tell you which BWO members are up for the challenge. Now, if Lowedown was one of the BWO members involved in the match up?

Dozer:What kind of question is that? Look JR, my brother and I will always be family. However, once we step in the ring and that bell sounds...it's on. Blood is thicker than water, but tag team titles and big checks...that's thicker than blood any day of the week!

Logan:Tonight, when DNext steps into that ring and has to look across the ring and they see the most dominant force in the business...let me put it to you this way J.R. DNext might lose 5 pounds before the match even starts.

JR:Well, I wish you the best of luck here tonight here in Philidalphia.

Dozer:We don't need luck J.R!

Logan:We just need the victims!

(Both Logan and Dozer stand up and make their way up the rampway to the back...)

JR:I tell you something King. Those two are highly charged up tonight!

King:Too charged up if you ask me! Someone switch them to decaf!

LILLY: The following contest is a non-title-tag team match scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Stephanie Mackman...
At a total combined weight of 513 pounds...

D-Next

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 565 pounds...

The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
The New Road Warriors


*DING DING!*

JR: They lock up!
Sean Michaels uses a kneelift on Dozer Phillips.
Sean Michaels kicks Dozer Phillips.
A few fans are booing Sean Michaels.
Sean Michaels chops Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips kicks Sean Michaels.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dozer Phillips.
Sean Michaels hits Dozer Phillips.
A few fans are booing Sean Michaels.
Dozer Phillips chops Sean Michaels.
A few fans are cheering on Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips throws Sean Michaels out of the ring.
Dozer Phillips goes through the ropes.
Dozer Phillips whips Sean Michaels into the guardrail.
Dozer Phillips hits Sean Michaels with a kick to the midsection.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Sean Michaels is busted wide open.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Sean Michaels uses a bodyslam on Dozer Phillips.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
Sean Michaels knocks Dozer Phillips into the ringsteps.
Sean Michaels whips Dozer Phillips into the guardrail.
Sean Michaels nails Dozer Phillips with a kick to the midsection.
Charles Robertson counts: 3.
Sean Michaels hits a back suplex on Dozer Phillips.
Charles Robertson counts: 4.
Sean Michaels reenters the ring.
Dozer Phillips follows him back in.
Sean Michaels runs into the ropes.
Sean Michaels goes for a clothesline, but Dozer Phillips counters it with
a Gorilla Press.
Dozer Phillips hits a DDT on Sean Michaels.
Dozer Phillips goes for a hiptoss, but Sean Michaels counters it with
a backslide.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Sean Michaels whips Dozer Phillips into the turnbuckle.
Sean Michaels tags out to Triple H.
Triple H and Sean Michaels hit Dozer Phillips with a double atomic drop.
Sean Michaels leaves the ring.
Triple H nails Dozer Phillips with an inverted atomic drop.
Numerous fans are using Triple H for target practice.
Triple H hits Dozer Phillips.
Numerous fans are using Triple H for target practice.
Triple H kicks Dozer Phillips.
Numerous fans are using Triple H for target practice.
Dozer Phillips hits Triple H.
Triple H kicks Dozer Phillips.
Triple H hits Dozer Phillips.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Dozer Phillips kicks Triple H.
A few fans are cheering on Dozer Phillips.
Triple H punches Dozer Phillips.
Triple H is being booed out of the building.
Triple H nails Dozer Phillips with a punch.
Triple H uses a chop on Dozer Phillips.
Triple H whips Dozer Phillips into the ropes.
Stephanie Mackman trips Dozer Phillips.
Charles Robertson threatens D-Next with disqualification.
Charles Robertson warns Stephanie Mackman.
Sean Michaels enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Sean Michaels nails Dozer Phillips with a bodyslam.
Triple H nails Dozer Phillips with a flying axhandle.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Sean Michaels leaves the ring.
Triple H hoists Dozer Phillips high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Dozer Phillips crashing hard to the mat.
Triple H whips Dozer Phillips into the ropes.
Triple H puts Dozer Phillips in a sleeperhold.
Dozer Phillips reaches the ropes after being trapped for 10 seconds.
Dozer Phillips smacks Triple H with a devastating flying clothesline .
A few fans are cheering on Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips tags out to Logan Alexander.
Logan Alexander whips Triple H into the turnbuckle, but Triple H reverses it.
Triple H charges into the corner.
Sean Michaels enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Triple H and Sean Michaels whip Logan Alexander into the ropes.
Triple H and Sean Michaels hit Logan Alexander with a double dropkick.
Sean Michaels leaves the ring.
Triple H goes for an atomic drop, but Logan Alexander counters it with a bulldog
.
Logan Alexander executes fameasser on Triple H.
A few fans are cheering on Logan Alexander.
Logan Alexander tags out to Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips hits a roundhouse right on Triple H.
Dozer Phillips goes for a bearhug, but Triple H counters it with a punch.
Triple H tags out to Sean Michaels.
Sean Michaels throws Dozer Phillips out of the ring.
Sean Michaels jumps onto him with a flying cross body press.
Sean Michaels goes for a hiptoss, but Dozer Phillips counters it with a lariat.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Dozer Phillips reenters the ring.
Sean Michaels follows him back in.
Dozer Phillips whips Sean Michaels into the ropes.
Dozer Phillips hits Sean Michaels with a shoulderblock.
Dozer Phillips tags out to Logan Alexander.
Logan Alexander and Dozer Phillips whip Sean Michaels into the ropes.
They hit Sean Michaels with a double backdrop.
Logan Alexander and Dozer Phillips whip Sean Michaels into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Sean Michaels with a double clothesline, but he counters
it with a duck-down move.
Sean Michaels hits them with a double clothesline.
Dozer Phillips leaves the ring.
Sean Michaels whips Logan Alexander into the ropes, but Logan Alexander
reverses it.
Logan Alexander almost takes Sean Michaels's head off with a clothesline
Logan Alexander hits Sean Michaels with a belly-to-belly suplex.
A few fans are cheering on Logan Alexander.
Logan Alexander whips Sean Michaels into the ropes.
Logan Alexander hits Sean Michaels with a shoulderblock.
Dozer Phillips enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Logan Alexander and Dozer Phillips whip Sean Michaels into the ropes.
Logan Alexander and Dozer Phillips hit Sean Michaels with a double enzuigiri.
Dozer Phillips leaves the ring.
Logan Alexander hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Sean Michaels.
Logan Alexander catches Sean Michaels in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Sean Michaels is writhing in pain.
Sean Michaels submits after 11 seconds.
A few fans are cheering on Logan Alexander.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here are your winners... The New Road Warriors!

JR: We'll be right back!

PA: IT'S ALMOST OVER NOW!

("Rockstar" by. N.E.R.D. begins to rock the arena. White pyro falls from the
stage as the letters D-R-E-A-D flash across the Bruisertron. Dreadnaught
emerges on stage and the fans begin to cheer loudly. Dreadnaught immediately
begins to storm to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Dreadnaught
pulls a mic out of his black baggy jeans and looks directly up the ramp.)

Dreadnaught: ERIC BISCHOFF! I want to know right now, what you plan on doing
with my Intercontinental Title. I have waited a whole week to hear from you,
and I am running just a tad short of patience! The streets is watchin' Eric,
and if you don't get out here, I'm going to come up there and find out
myself. I think you are accepting walk in meeting tonight!

(Dreadnaught begins to pace around the ring.)

Dreadnaught: ERIC! You ain't making the Thug very happy! And when people
cross me, they end up getting Dread-bombed through an ambulance, just ask
Cash! I'm going to count to ten fool! 1…2…

With fans: 3…4…5…6…7…8…9…

(The Bruiser-tron lights up with the image of Eric Bischoff. He has a big
grin on his face and the IC title over his shoulder.)

Eric B: Hey there Dread, I heard you wanted to see me!

Dreadnaught: You got that right fool, I want my belt back, what's the deal?

Eric B: The deal is this Dreadnaught, at Summer Slammed, Bruiser interfered
and caused you to win the title. On the last Bedlam, the ref gave you the
win, but clearly, Reno made you tap out! So, in the interest of fairness, I
had to step in.

Dreadnaught: Get to the point, Smiley Bischoff!

Eric B: Temper, temper Dreadnaught! The bottom line is this. We will have
three matches to determine the rightful Intercontinental Champion. The first
man to win two of these matches, will be the champion. On the next Bedlam,
you and Reno will square off in an "I Quit" match! The following Bedlam, you
two will have to make the other bleed to win. That's right, a first blood
match! I know Reno will beat you in both of those, but, just in case we need
it, at the Pay Per View, there will be an Iron Man match! This "best of
three" will determine the true Intercontinental Champion!

JR: OH MY! That's an explosive announcement!

Dreadnaught: Just keep that belt warm for me Eric, cause there is no way Reno
can beat me! You know, Reno knows, and all these people know, I came to…

(Dreadnaught holds the mic in the air.)

With fans: BRING THE PAIN!

(The Bruiser-tron flashes off and Dreadnaught begins to walk out of the
ring.)

>>>>

(Lowedown is sitting in the bWo locker room throwing the furniture around until the Philidalphia police make their way into the room. Lowedown is calmed down by the police as they sit down with Lowe and begin to ask questions...)

Officer#1:I'm Detective Sloan and this is Detective Peters from the 15th precinct. We need to talk to you about this Lord Steven character if we may?

Lowedown:Did you bring a coroner?

Officer#2:Why would need a coroner?

Lowedown:Well, when I find the Queen who took Kathryn away from me..he's gonna need a toe tag! You got your boys looking for her?

Sloan:We've got everyone in the building looking for Kathryn right now. Can you tell us why he would do something like this?

Lowedown:Jealousy...fear...blatant...stupidity perhaps? The Union boys are trying to muster up some form of bad boy image now so they will stoop to anything to look tough! Hell, I've whooped Steven's @$$ so many times that he's beginning to call me his sugar daddy!

Peters:Alright now big man! Let's just take a moment to go over some questions before we go question this Lord Steven character. When was the last time you saw Lord Steven?

(Lowedown stops for a moment and actually breaks out in a bit of laughter as the officers are somewhat confused by his behavior...)

Sloan:May we ask what is so funny here sir?

Lowedown:Well, the last time I saw Lord Steven was when I dropped him fifteen feet onto a couple of tables in Oklahoma. The sonofableep Queen Mary wouldn't answer any of my questions!

Peters:(Whispers to Officer Sloan) I wouldn't answer either if I got tagged with a sledgehammer.

(Lowedown walks right over towards the wisecracking Officer and ges right in his face...)

Lowedown:Something on your mind...(looks at the officer's name tag) Officer Peters?

Sloan:It was nothing important Mr. Lowedown. Now, can we...

Lowedown:Nah-nah hold it Officer Sloan. It looks like Officer Peters is a big boy and if Officer...(pulls a bandana out from his pocket and playfully wipes the gold badge hanging from the front pocket of his jacket to shine it up...)Peters has something to say to me, let him say it. Do you Officer? (Leans in closer) Do you have something to say to me?

Peters:Well, it just looks to me as if you boys think that you are all impervious to the laws around the state.

Sloan:This isn't the time for this Peters!

Lowedown:Ah come now Officer. Let golden boy get what he's got to say off his chest. I'm listening partner.

Peters:You and yor traveling band of circus freaks put on this show and make a lot of money while people like me are working 18 hours a day for meager pay and a crappy house down by freeway where I eat the same d@mn dinner from some rusty @$$ five and diner! Your dog and pony show makes me sick! You know my son would rather sit and watch you BWO losers than sit with the family at Christmas?

Sloan:I said this is not the time! We have a case here to work on here Peters!

(Officer Peters suddenly turns around and looks over to his partner in disgust...)

Peters:Oh and speaking of this so called case here...why in the hell are we wasting our time on some floosie anyways? There are actual crimes being committed around here and I'm stuck looking for the flavor of the month!

(As Officer Peters lets out his version of a chuckle, he turns back around and is face to face with Lowedown who appears to be barely keeping himself from tearing off Officer Peters apart...)

Lowedown:Now, you may be the law here Officer Pete, but if you don't do your job to the best of your ability...you and I are going...

Peters:Going to what? I'm the law boy! You even begin to think about touching me Mr. Big Bad Wrestler, then you'll be spending tonight behind bars!(Officer Peters shoves his finger right into the chest of Lowedown over and over again as the crowd lets out a collective "ooooooooooooohhhhh") How do you like them apples...BOY?!?

(Lowedown slowly looks down from the finger and then looks back up to Officer Peters who has a sarcastic smile on his face. Officer Sloan steps up and attempts to calm everyone down...)

Sloan:Alright now Jake. Why don't you go outside and grab a cup of coffee? I'll finish the report here.

Peters:But I...

Sloan:Just go outside and get a breath of fresh air then.

Peters:How about this? Just go!

(Lowedown and Peters have a brief staredown before Officer Peters walks out of the bWo locker room and Lowedown is left with Officer Sloan. Lowedown pulls a chair up and both men finally sit down. Lowedown pulls his hair back as Officer Sloan pulls out a notepad and begins to write...)

Sloan:Now that we have a moment to actually sit down and discuss what's going on here.

Lowedown:Look here Officer Sloan. I'm not going to beat around the bush here with you because you seem like the smart one here. I'm telling you right here and right now that if you don't find Flame here tonight here in Philidalphia...then I am going to rip Lord Steven limb from limb and the only way you may be able to recognize him is from dental x-rays!

Sloan:Look, I know you're upset by all this. You do need to calm down and let the police try and help you out.

(Just as Officer Sloan is about to conduct the interview, in walks Officer Peters...)

Peters:I think we can close this case Officer Sloan. I've already figured it out! If we sign the paperwork now, we can get back to the station in time for the doughnuts to still be fresh!

Sloan:What are you talking about? We've just started the interview.

Peters:Here's what I'm thinking? This chick just got fed up being lugged around by this troglodyte and finally just decided to go with this Steven freak and live a better life! Case closed!

Lowedown:Are you normally this big of an @$$hole? You are way out of line here doughnut boy!

(Just as Officer Sloan is trying to keep the situation from exploding, Kurt Dangle walks into the locker room and stands next to Officer Peters. Kurt stands quiet for a moment until Kurt speaks up...)

Dangle:Hey there! Kurt Dangle here! In case you haven't heard my friends...I am the Gold belt champion here for the BWO! It's good to see one of Philidalphia's finest here tonight in the BWO locker room. I sure hope you can help my good friend Lowedown find out where that Limey bean took our only bWo lady friend.

(Officer Peters stands in front of Kurt Dangle with a smug look on his face as he extends his hand out...)

Peters:It's nice to be finally recognized as one of the Philly's finest! Put it there pal!

(Kurt sidesteps Officer Peters and shakes the hand of Officer Sloan. Lowedown gives Officer Peters his patented smirk...)

Sloan:Look, we are going to get with the security here in this arena and when we here something...we'll find you alright?

Peters:I still think this is a big mistake.

(Lowedown takes a step forward and gets back in Officer Peters face...)

Lowedown:I tell you what Officer Coharskey, you be a good lil' piggie and snort around for my woman or else I'll explain to your entire precinct about how some of the other wrestlers caught you trying to interview the jobbers in the shower wearing a pair of speedos!

Dangle:Oh that is disgusting! It's true! It's d@mn true!

Peters:I uh...I have no idea what you're talking about!

Sloan:And you said that you spent all that time trying to find a parking spot for the car? Oh that is disgusting!

(Officer Sloan walks out of the bWo locker room with Officer Peters following behind him trying to explain himself...)

Dangle:Do you think they will find her?

Lowedown:I have no idea. I do know this though...if I find Steven before they do, it's all over for the Queen.

fade....

LILLY: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 234 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

(A hush falls over the crowd until "Back Up" by 12 Stones blasts out over the PA system shocking the fans. Hard to Da Core flashes cross the titantron as Hardcore Harry steps out onto the entranceway. He straightens his bandana and then takes a sip of water from his bottle. He soaks a kid sitting in the front row who is booing him by spiting the water into his face. Harry is laughing as he steps into the ring, he grabs a mic)

Harry: The great First Union Center

(Harry pauses while the crowd cheers then continues)

Harry: Now if I'm not mistaking I believe my NFL team, Titans whooped your "special" Eagles Sunday in the very first week of the season.

(Crowd boos)

Harry: Yeah, yeah sorry I didn't mean to come out here talking about this sorry @$$ state!

(Crowd starts cussing Harry as he continues)

Harry: I came here to tell and show you that I will be the very next TV champion because I have what it takes to cut it here! You all saw what me and Core did to Cyrus and Cash at Live didn't you, that just goes to show that we don't mind a DQ just as long as we get our point across to you people.

(Crowd goes silent)

Harry: Now tonight I take on Mr. "MVP" Matt McGee, well Matt you think you got hat it takes to go toe to toe with one crazy mo fo!?!

(Harry smiles)

Harry: Cause son me and you both know that, you aint got nothin' on me! I can picture it all so clear and great now...

(Harry holds his hand up and looks at it as if he is gazing into something)

Harry: I can here the crowd chanting "Hardcore, Hardcore, Hardcore, as I hold the BMWF TV Title around my waist and stand over Matt's body as the Hardcore Hell was delivered to him. Oh and there's more, me and Core taking on The Judge and Cyrus in a tag team match up where we will both kick some serious @$$!

(Harry starts chanting BLEEPhole, BLEEPhole)

Harry: Shut up you stupid city slickers can't you see I am talking here?

(Crowd continues)

Harry: Fine lets just get this match underway cause the sooner the better for me!

(Harry drops the mic and cracks his knuckles)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Freeburg, MO...
Weighing in at 252 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
"MVP" Matt McGee

(Kid Rock "Cocky" blares over the PA and Matt Magee steps out to the ramp.
Matt is wearing his black "MVP" Jersey and has the TV belt draped over his
shoulder.)

Matt:  Hold it, hold it, cut the music.  Hardcore Harry, you've done a lot
of talking the last couple of weeks, a lot.  You've even went as far as
saying tonite your taking the TV belt away from the MVP.  Well kid, you'd
have to pry this belt away from my cold dead hands cause there is no way I'm
losing it tonite.  You see with the belt comes tradition.  It's all about
tradition.  It goes back to all the greats who have held this belt.  Very
exclusive company, Harry.  And well, you just don't fit the mold.

(Crowd gives a little cheer.)

Matt:  There's a lot of things shaking up in the BMWF right now, but one
things going to be a constant.  For every chump, for every psuedo-jobber,
and for every Hardcore Harry that challenges for this title.  I'll take them
out.  For Every Superstar, for every former champ that wants a shot, I'll
take them from pillar to post and show them why the MVP is the TV champ.  No
matter who it is it ends the same way, the MVP stepping up to the plate and
hitting the big GRAND SLAM.

(Crowd starts to cheer louder.)


*DING DING!*

JR: They lock up!
Matt McGee takes Hardcore Harry down with a bulldog.
Matt McGee takes Hardcore Harry down with a bulldog.
Matt McGee nails Hardcore Harry with cresent kick.
Matt McGee is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Matt McGee executes a flying elbowdrop on Hardcore Harry.
Tom White counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Matt McGee whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Matt McGee catches Hardcore Harry in a clawhold.
Hardcore Harry reaches the ropes after being trapped for 6 seconds.
Matt McGee does a phantom bat swing..
The crowd is cheering on Matt McGee.
Matt McGee takes Hardcore Harry down with the Slingshot Suplex.
Tom White counts: One, two, kickout.
Matt McGee executes a ropeburn on Hardcore Harry.
Matt McGee goes for cresent kick, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Matt McGee begs off.
Hardcore Harry uses an atomic drop on Matt McGee.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Hardcore Harry goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Matt McGee blocks it.
Matt McGee throws Hardcore Harry out of the ring.
Tom White counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Hardcore Harry
reenters the ring.
Matt McGee smacks Hardcore Harry with a devastating flying clothesline .

(The ref gets knocked out as Hardcore Harry bumps into him. Core comes out of the crowd with a chair.)

JR: What is Core doing out here?

King: I don't know ,but it doesn't look good. Well, it never looks good when Core comes out here.

(Core nails Matt Magee with a chair and gives him an Alabama Slam. Core rolls out of the ring.)

JR: This man could have cost Magee the TV title.

KING: Harry, has him pinned, but the ref is out!

(Finally the ref recovers and counts)

REF: One, two...

JR: MVP kicks out!!!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: Matt McGee is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Matt McGee gives the sign for the Grand Slam.
Matt McGee executes the Grand Slam on Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is cheering on Matt McGee.
Matt McGee goes for the pin.
Tom White counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner...Matt McGee!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Ash is standing beside the water cooler.)

JR: Something doesn't look quite right here, King.

King: You're right. Why would anyone  be standing at the water cooler? We all have bottled water now! HA HA HA!

JR: OH DEAR GOD!!!!!!!!!!! SCOTTY JUST NAILED ASH WITH A CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!

King: I am liking Scotty more and more!!!!!!!! Here, have a Dasani!

JR: Scotty is dumping the cold water out of the cooler on Ash and just threw the cooler on him!!!! Scotty slamed Ash's head into the floor. That's concrete King!!!!!!!

King: I am really liking the ruthless agression that Scotty is showing now.

JR: Scotty is now rubbing the face of Ash into the concrete. He is trying to disfigure Ash!!!!!!!

King: Maybe Scotty thought he need some facial work?

JR: Scotty rolls Ash over and is stradling him. Scotty is throwing punches into the road rash face of Ash!!!!

Scotty: How do ya like me now Ash?

JR: This is insane!!!!!!

King: That is what happens when someone gets thrown to the back of people's minds after being on top as long as Scotty has.

JR: Scotty is picking up Ash. What is he going to do now King?

King: I don't know but I think I might like it!!!!

JR: NO SCOTTY DON'T DO IT!!!!!!!!!!

King: Scotty is picking up Ash to piledrive him. Now this is really good.

JR: Good??? How can you say this is good?

King: Scotty is trying to make things easier for him later on tonight.

JR: Scotty just piledrove Ash into the concrete floor. Ash is not moving. Scotty is picking up a table!!!!!!!!!!

King: Here comes Maverick!

*CRACK!*

JR: Good Lord! Maverick just speared Scotty Scott through the table! Maverick just saved Ash!!

(Maverick lifts Scotty to his feet and wildly whips him into the wall. Scottys head bounces off of the concrete with sickening results. Maverick then proceeds to toss Scotty through a door as crashing sounds are heard. As Maverick slams the door shut, the camera focuses on a label marked "Janitor".)

King: HAHA!!! Scott is locked in the janitors room!

JR: Look at what Maverick is doing!

(Maverick walks over to Ash and stands next to him. Ash is beginning to move as Maverick helps him to his feet.)

JR: Am I seeing things right? Is Maverick HELPING Ash!?

King: Umm...

(Without warning, Maverick spins around and drives a spinning elbow into the back of Ashs skull, sending his head whipping foreward and staggers several steps as Maverick follows.)

JR: Figures! How can he says he's turning over a new leaf if he's still mauling competitors!!

King: Because he's doing everything that the rest of us want to do!! HA!!

JR: Maverick is setting up a chair! What do you think he's doing that for!?

King: You've been in this business long enough, use common sense!!

(Maverick comes up from behind Ash and hooks his right arm across Ashs chest, locking his wrists together and lifts him up to deliver a sambo suplex onto the chair.)

*CRACK!*

JR: I can't believe this!! Ash is destroyed! Scotty is down! Maverick isn't letting anyone out of his wrath!

King: He's had enough! YAAAAH!!!

(Maverick spits on Ashs broken body while the camera shows him walking away as we fade.)

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