Date : 9/20/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Compaq Center Houston Texas

(The show opens inside the Compaq Center Houston Texas. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Compaq Center Houston Texas!
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!

King: I'd disagree...

JR: WHAT?!

King: The main event is going to be a dud!!

JR: Why?

King: Tyrone has been missing for a week now. And watching Tamer defend the
Tag Titles by himself is SOOOO two weeks ago, JR.

JR: That is true about the main event in the respect that Tyrone Smith is
still missing. However, I'm receiving word that the production truck has
just received a tape from... from West Palm, Florida?! Let's take a look at
what is on this tape.

(The scene cuts to black. In the bottom right screen it says "Saturday,
September 4" and below that it says "6:04pm". The black screen fades into a
shot of Tyrone Smith inside his house playing Madden Football 2005 on a
Platinum Nintendo GameCube.)

Game: And after three quarters, the score is Tampa Bay 21 and the Carolina
Panthers 19.

Tyrone: Ha! An' Josh was worried 'bout some rass storm. Dis (beep) can't
phase me.

(Suddenly the power goes out and quickly comes back on.)

Tyrone: Son.. of a...

(The power goes out and comes back on yet again. However the GameCube does
not start up again.)

Tyrone: Oh hell...

(He repeatedly presses the power button with still no life from the game
system)

Tyrone: Nah...

(Tyrone unplugs the GameCube and plugs it back in, then tries to start it
up. Still, the system stays off)

Tyrone: Frances, ya lil' (beep)... Ya can take my house, but ya don't (beep)
wit' a man's Madden!!!!!!

(Tyrone stands up and throws his wireless controller across the room. He
walks off from the couch and out of camera site)

Tyrone: Man, (beep) dat (beep)!!!

(The scene fades to black for a few seconds. In the bottom left corner, the
time reads 9:30pm and then fades in on Tyrone watching the movie Scarface on
a 63" Widescreen TV. It's the final scene of the movie.)

Montana: YOU WANNA (beep) WIT' ME?! OK!! OK!!! YOU WANNA (beep) WIT' DA
BEST?!?! OK!!!! YOU WANNA PLAY?!!! OK!!! OK!!!!

SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!!!

(gunshots rain out of the surround sound speakers. Tyrone, who is lying on
the couch, is seemingly unfazed by the violence. Tony Montana is screaming
at the Columbians)

Montana: COME ON!!! I TAKE YOU ALL TO (beep)IN' HELL!!! COME ON!!! COME TO
ME!!! WHO YA T'INK YA (beep) WIT? I TONY MONTANA!!! YOU (beep) WIT' ME, YOU
(beep)IN' WIT DA BEST!!! COME ON!!!

(More gunshots ring out.)

Montana: LOOK!! I STILL STANDING!!! YOU T'INK YOU CAN TAKE ME WIT' (beep)IN'
BULLETS?! I TAKE YO' (beep)IN' BULLETS!!! YA T'INK YA CAN KILL ME WIT'
BULLETS?!!! I TAKE YO' (beep)IN' BULLETS!! COME ON!!!! COME ON!!!!

(Just before Scarface is shot from behind, Tyrone turns the movie off. He
sits up on the couch with a look of almost absolution.)

Tyrone: Dat's exactly what I'll do...

(Tyrone stands up and walks off as the camera fades to black once again. The
date appears again. "Sunday, September 5" And then the time "Midnight". The
scene opens outside Tyrone's house. The camera is on the ground pointed up
at the highest part of the roof. Winds are blowing very heavily, shaking the
camera almost off of its stand. A bolt of lightning streaks across the sky.)

JR: Oh my! Look at how powerful the winds are during that hurricane!

(Another bolt of lightning strikes the air when Tyrone appears on the roof)

JR: What is Tyrone doing up there?

(The World Champ has the World Title in his right hand and his arms
stretched out)

Tyrone: YA WANNA TAKE MY HOUSE FROM ME?? EH?! FRANCES, YOU (beep)!!! YA
WANNA TAKE DIS HOME FROM ME??

JR: Tyrone has lost his mind! He's standing atop a two story house during a
Category 3 hurricane!!!

Tyrone: YA GOTTA TAKE ME WIT' IT!!! YA HERE ME, SETH?!!

JR: Seth? Does he mean Lowedown?

Tyrone: YA RUN YER (beep) 'BOUT 'RONE AN' DON'T T'INK HE'S GONNA RETALIATE?!
YA WANNA TAKE MY PRIDE, DA RESPECT PEOPLE HAVE FOR ME?? YA WANT ME TO LAY
DOWN FOR YOU?!!!

(Lightning strikes one of the lightning rods on the roof about 30 feet
behind Tyrone, but he doesn't budge.)

Tyrone: DO YOU T'INK I'M 'FRAID OF YA?! A (beep)IN' HURRICANE?!! I TAKE
MEN'S LIVES, JUST LIKE YOU!!! I AIN'T 'FRAID OF NO HURRICANE!!! YA HEAR DAT
Z? XAVIER... YEAH, I SAID YER FIRST NAME, PUNK!!! YER NOT'IN' BUT A WASHED
UP HAS BEEN. YER TIME PAST WHEN I FIRST CAME INTO DIS FEDERATION.

JR: Tyrone must be talking about Master Z.

King: How is he standing up in those winds, JR?!

JR: I wish I could tell you, King. I really wish I could.

Tyrone: NOW HEAR DIS... I AM DA LORD OF ALL I SEE!!! I WILL NOT STOP...

(A strong gust of wind causes Tyrone to stumble)

Tyrone: I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I CONTROL EVERY OUNCE OF GOLD IN MY KINGDOM!!!

DO YOU HEAR ME?!!!

I...

CANNOT...

BE...

DEFEATED!!!!!!

(A series of lightning bolts dart across the side; one of them hitting the
same lightning rod that was hit earlier. The wind knocks over the camera and
seconds later, the picture is lost. The scene cuts back to Tyrone Smith)

JR: OH MY!!! What happened to Tyrone?!

King: I really hope he's ok. JR.

JR: As we heard earlier, Tamer has not heard from Tyrone in over a week.
Nobody knows where the World Champion is at this moment.

We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Boston, Massachusetts...
Weighing in at 234 pounds...

Mars

(The theme from the "Justice League" TV show plays as Mars comes to the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Fighting out of Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"The Franchise" Shame Douglas


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Mars goes for a German suplex, but Shame Douglas blocks it.
Shame Douglas uses a chop on Mars.
Shame Douglas goes for an atomic drop, but Mars counters it with
a figure-four leglock.
Shame Douglas' shoulders are on the mat.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
Mars has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Mars!

KING: What the ... ? Mars countered an atomic drop with a figure four leglock and pinned Douglas for the win? Anything can happen in the BMWF!

JR: We'll be right back! 0:00:34

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(The Bruisertron lights up and ‘Earlier on this week’, appears on screen.  The image of the Acropolis is seen in the distance, the camera pans down and round to show Ezekiel.  He is dressed in his usual kilt, sunglasses, IC belt over his shoulder, and shirt sporting a Paralympics Athens 2004 logo)

Ezekiel: Friday sees the start of the Paralympics.  An opportunity where the principle of participation and human respect can be practiced.

I will be here for the opening ceremony, and hope that you all will take time to watch.

>>> 

(The scene opens in the parking lot. The rumbling of a motorcycle is heard pulling in. The camera follows as The motorcycle pulls right up in front of it. We can now see Tamer in his long black duster and Dizi on the bike behind him wearing Tamer's old Prime Time members jacket. Dizi dismounts the bike, then Tamer does the same.)

Tamer: We're here.

(Dizi tilts her head at him and grins.)

Dizi: Are you sure?

Tamer: Yes, I'm sure. I know those alleys like the back of my hand.

(Dizi glances at her palms, then at him and shrugs.)

Dizi: I'm hungry. And I have to find Donnie. Do you think Sugar misses me? I mean, my Mom will take good care of her, but she probably misses me.

Tamer: It's impossible not to miss you.

(Dizi grins, then stand on her tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek.)

Dizi: Where are we, anyway?

Tamer: Houston... So, you like the jacket?

Dizi: We're still in Texas? Huh. What jacket?

Tamer: The jacket you're wearing. My Prime Time jacket.

(Dizi extends her arms and looks down at the jacket.)

Dizi: Very cool. You think the concession stand is open?

Tamer: Danielle. You have a match, soon. And a date with me tonight. But as much as I hate when we part. You need to go find your brother

Dizi: I know that, I said so before. Don't you remember?

(Tamer grins.)

Tamer: Yes, I remember. *under breath* Just making sure you did.

Dizi: (grins at him) Yeah, yeah, yeah. (kisses him) I'm going to find my wayward brother. Isn't that a great word?

(Tamer leans down and kisses Dizi.)

Tamer: It's a great word. (kisses her) Now you have to go. (Kisses her again.)

(Dizi slides her arms around his neck and kisses him one last time. She breaks away suddenly and waves at him as she walks backwards a few steps.)

Dizi: 'Kay. Bye.

(Turning suddenly, Dizi disappears into the arena.)

Tamer: That girl...

(Tamer smiles, grabs his stuff, and walks into the arena as we fade.)

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(The Couch is sitting outside of the arena waiting for Tobey Miliken to show up. As Tobey walks up to the back doors of the arena Couch walks up to him.)

Couch: Tobey... just a word.

Tobey: Couch where have you been? Hiding under a rock somewhere? I haven't spoke to you in ages.

Couch: Hey, it's good to see you again also Tobey.

Tobey: WHOA, now wait just a minute. I didn't say I was glad to see you. I just said I hadn't see you in a while.

Couch: Oh... well...

Tobey: Oh now look, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. So what do you want? Let me guess, you want to know what my plans are for Witherspoon tonight, right?

Couch: Well... sure.

Tobey: Let me tell you something Couch. Tonight I am fighting in a tag team match with a partner I don't know if I can really trust. A pair of guys who would love to team me apart and then to top it all off I have to deal with what type of match Witherspoon wants to have at the pay per view. So as you can see, I have a lot on my plate. And I have a few surprises in store as well.

Couch: Oh really?

Tobey: Just watch tonight. Tonight "The Hollywood Idol" is going to rock Spoony's world.

PA:BU...BU...BU...BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER!

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a huge crowd ovation. Lowedown is seen sporting his bWo t-shirt and has a confused look upon his face. Flame is seen flipping through papers as she tries to show her husband some potential bWo member applications. Lowedown climbs up the steel steps and looks out to the crowd and then shakes his head. As Lowedown enters the ring, Flame attempts to show him some more paperwork, but Lowedown holds up his hand and then motions for the microphone. Flame walks over and grabs a microphone from Lily Garcia and then hands it to her husband. Lowedown pauses for a moment before he looks into the camera...)

Lowedown:Can someone explain this to me? Can someone please explain what the hell is wrong with this federation? Last week, I announced the first ever bWo tournament to bring in a special someone to become the first official member of my bWo and look at some of the garbage that has been brought my way! I mean come on people! You can do better than that can't you?

JR:Apparently, Lowedown isn't too happy with the wrestlers who have thrown their name into the tournament.

King:I kind of agree with Lowedown. Tobey in the BWO? He's got as much chance of wearing that shirt as Paris Hilton getting an actual job! HAHAHA!

JR:Lowedown does want to give someone a shot, but would Tobey be a help or a hindrance?

King:I pick that he'd be a moron!

Lowedown:I want to ask the boys in the back something here! Do you think the bWo is a joke? Do you think that being a part of the greatest faction in the entire sport is a waste of time? Look at the track record ya melee mouth sonofableeps! The bWo was and will be the most dominant group in the business and do you know why? Because we had confidence. We had style. We had...the peeps who loved each and every d@mn thing we did! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Are you telling me that the bWo isn't good enough for some of you to join? Are you telling me that I am stuck with a few of you and a couple of foreigners from countries I can't even pronounce?

(Lowedown pauses as he motions to Flamee to hand him a few of the papers as he places the microphone under his arm. As Lowedown flips through the pages, he finally comes to the papers he is looking for...)

Lowedown:Let me give you an update on who has accepted so far and you're not going to like it. The first one here is...Tobey Miliken.

(Crowd boos at the mention of his name...)

Lowedown:This is the same man who got his @$$ whooped by me in a steel cage over and over again. This is a man who runs his mouth so much that he should get a speeding ticket for littering all that trash talking he does in and out of the ring! This is the same man...

(Lowedown pauses for a moment before speaking again. His teeth are clenched...)

Lowedown:This is the same sonofableep who...who...urinated on my wife. And I beat his stupid @$$ for it and threw him in a barbed wire mosh pit last week just because I felt like it! This sonofableep wants to be part of the bWo? Well, you might be in the tournament Tobey...just don't expect it to be a cakewalk! I run a hardcore tournament and your sorry @$$ might not even be close to being bWo material! I can''t wait to see if you have the guts to step up!

(The crowd begins to chant "Tobey Sucks!" as Lowedown is trying to calm then down with one hand, but asking them to continue with the other. Lowedown finally holds up his other hand and is about to speak again...)

JR:Lowedown is showing his disapproval towards Tobey entering this contest.

King:He wants to be fair, but even Tobey is a moron! HAHAHA!

Lowedown:Then we come to our next bit of confusion with Witherspoon. The man who doesn't know whether he is coming or going here. Hell, he's been beat up almost as many times as Tobey has been. This guy here has been given the opportunity to pull his career out of the garbage and he said he'll "think about it" out of all things. Let me clear up something for you Witherspoon so listen up real closely. You either are with me or against me. Last time I checked, it's not a good thing to be against me. Just ask alot of the boys in the back after I've whooped their @$$! Wait a second Spoonie, didn't I whoop your @$$ a few times just like I did Tobey? (Pause) Yeah, I think I did. That's okay I guess. I'll still give you a fair shot. Just remember, I think you'll quit before you even start! Ya feel me peeps?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Next on my list is someone who I haven't been able to speak to yet, but I feel he has great potential here as a bWo member. The man I am talking about is William Black.

King:Black? He's been in and out of the BMWF almost as much as the Lurker!

JR:Lowedown apparently sees something we don't.

King:I've been waiting to see something from Black since he got here! HAHAHA!

Lowedown:Black, I told your lady friend Spirit that I was looking for you and I'm not a man who likes to play hide and go seek. So, do yourself a favor and make yourself easier to find would ya? I can understand if you're a lil' bit "busy" with the young lady. I mean, Spirit does have a pretty hot @$$ if you ask me.

(Flame looks at her husband for a moment and then nods her head in agreement...)

King:YAHHH! This is going to be a night of possible HLA!!! WOO-HOO!

Lowedown:Black, I will find you sometime tonight and I will extend the invitation to you. I suggest you make the right choice.

(Lowedown stops for a moment and listens to the crowd chanting the letters of the bWo as Lowedown nods his head...)

Lowedown:And last but certainly not least is the Pretty Boy...RENO FONTAYNE!

(The crowd erupts at the mention of Reno's name as Lowedown raises his eyebrow as if something has peaked his interest...)

Lowedown:Reno, I know you may think that I shouldn't have to have you in this right? I know it would be easy to just let you put on the bWo colors and if I had my choice, I would hand you the t-shirt right now. However, I made this decision to give each and every competitor an open shot. You know you and I are friends, but business is business and I'm looking to start up this business the right way. No free rides partner. We do this the right way which is my way!

(Lowedown shrugs his shoulders right in front of the camera as Flame makes her way over and hands him an envelope. Lowedown pauses for a moment and then looks into the camera...)

Lowedown:Before I leave, I got one thing here on my mind which BLEEPS me off more than you can possibly imagine here! Here in my hands is a certified letter from a certain no talent crispy critter we all know as Master Z!

(Crowd boos...)

Lowedown:Apparently, Z has finally lost his mind and has sent me a letter from one of his lawyers saying that I should not be using the Brotherhood name since he was one of the founding fathers of the bWo back in 1932! So he has sent a letter to attempt to get a "temporary" injunction against me using the bWo logo!

(Crowd boos even louder...)

Lowedown:This letter is nothing but an attempt to put your name next to mine isn't it Z? You that jealous that I have taken the name of the bWo and made it something you couldn't? I made it legendary and you made it a novelty act like a circus! I am not going to sit here and watch you try to bring down the bWo that I am building here! You want to try and sue me because I am more successful at whoopin @$$ with this shirt on that you ever was in your past! You want a fight? You got one! I am the bWo plain and simple! I am going to rebuild the bWo and there's not a d@mn thing that you can do about it! That is the Lowedown on that!

(Lowedown pauses as he listens to the crowd chanting the letters of the bWo even louder than before. Lowedown walks right up to the camera and gets inches from the camera lens...)

Lowedown:The only thing left to say is this...if you don't step up and and put your name in for the tournament by next week, then it's your @$$! Interview over!

("Lean Back" begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the ring and make their way up the ramp. Lowedown looks out to the crowd and gives the Wolfpac signal before going backstage...)

JR:Lowedown has begun his evaluations of the potential BWO members and it doesn't look good for some of them!

King:I think this whole BWO thing is wierd already!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Cobb County, Georgia...
Weighing in at 298 pounds...

Big Bubba Bossman

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Fighting out of Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 247 pounds...

Ravnos

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Big Bubba Bossman hits Ravnos with a spinebuster slam.
Al Johnson counts: One, kickout.
Big Bubba Bossman whips Ravnos into the ropes.
Ravnos hits Big Bubba Bossman with a kick.
Ravnos runs into the ropes.
Big Bubba Bossman misses with an elbow.
Ravnos smacks Big Bubba Bossman with a devastating clothesline .
Ravnos nails Big Bubba Bossman with a flying dropkick.
Ravnos whips Big Bubba Bossman into the ropes.
Ravnos takes Big Bubba Bossman down with a punch.
Ravnos goes for an armbar submission, but Big Bubba Bossman blocks it.
Big Bubba Bossman executes a roundhouse right on Ravnos.
Big Bubba Bossman sends Ravnos into the turnbuckle.
Big Bubba Bossman charges in with an avalanche, but Ravnos lifts his leg.
Ravnos goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Big Bubba Bossman counters it with
a backdrop.
Big Bubba Bossman nails Ravnos with a bulldog.
A fan at ringside badmouths Big Bubba Bossman.
Big Bubba Bossman goes for a flying shoulderblock, but Ravnos
ducks out of the way.
Ravnos executes a forearm to the back on Big Bubba Bossman.
Ravnos nails Big Bubba Bossman with a double underhook suplex.
Ravnos hits Big Bubba Bossman with an elbowdrop.
Ravnos covers Big Bubba Bossman.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravnos gets an armbar submission on Big Bubba Bossman.
Al Johnson tells Big Bubba Bossman to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Big Bubba Bossman nods.
Big Bubba Bossman grabs the ropes after being locked up for 18 seconds.
Ravnos hits Big Bubba Bossman with a powerslam.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ravnos goes for a vertical suplex, but Big Bubba Bossman reverses it.
Ravnos re-reverses it.
Ravnos nails Big Bubba Bossman with an eye gouge.
Ravnos hits Big Bubba Bossman with a facerake.
Ravnos hits Big Bubba Bossman with a Hotshot.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Ravnos whips Big Bubba Bossman into the ropes.
Big Bubba Bossman hits Ravnos with a flying shoulderblock.
Big Bubba Bossman runs into the ropes.
Ravnos hits Big Bubba Bossman with a kick.
Ravnos executes the Implant DDT on Big Bubba Bossman.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ravnos.
Ravnos goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ravnos.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ravnos!

JR: We'll be right back!

(Pomp and Circumstance plays and out walks Tobey Miliken with his lovely fiance' Misty Rivers. Tobey is wearing a blue suit with a silk blue shirt and no tie. Misty holds the ropes for Tobey as he enters the ring.)

Tobey: OK, alright, cut the music.

(The music ceases)

Tobey: Now last week my arch nemesis the great Witherspoon, won MY title. A title I should have been fighting for and not this worthless piece of crap named Witherspoon. He won the TV Title. And who other than the man from Hollywood, your HOLLYWOOD IDOL, Tobey Miliken should be wearing that belt? The answer is NOBODY!

(The crowd boos)

Tobey: OH YEAH, go ahead and boo him, he deserves to be booed. You see all I hear from Witherspoon is how I only beat him one time and that was with help. Yet last week Spoon won that title because of a little help. HEY SPOON! I know you're back there. Can you say... HYPOCRITE.
I mean you actually have the audacity to accuse me of having to have help to beat you and by the way, let's quit living in the past. That was months ago. Your help, came last week. The next time we are in this ring and one on one, it won't be the same. The result will be the same, Tobey Miliken will win, but you are going to be on your kister and looking up at the NEW TV CHAMPION.

(TOBEY SUCKS! Chants goes across the arena)

Tobey: What, you think I suck? Hey at least I don't need help winning a title belt. As a matter of fact at the upcoming pay per view you are going to see what the man from Hollywood can really do. I am going to show all of you boobs what The Hollywood Idol can do.

(The crowd gets a bit more rowdier)

Tobey: Witherspoon, my boy, I know you are in the back and you are anxiously awaiting for our match tonight. I just wish we could start this thing now. Cause I can't wait to get my hands on you. I can't wait to show the crowd here in...

(The lights suddenly flicker out, bathing the arena in darkness as a steady drumbeat begins to play. The crowd boo's loudly, although a few cheers are heard by the darker fans, who looks foreward to the beating that is about to begin. Suddenly, the lights flicker back on and two huge pyros shoot from the stage and explode in the air as the lights turn back on. Kashmir by Led Zeplin begins to play and Witherspoon walks out from back stage, the bottom of his trench coat flapping slightly from the heat exhaust of the pyrotechnics. He walks down to the ring, his TV Title over his left shoulder. He slides into the ring and walks towards Tobey, looking down at him. He motions his hand across his throat, and his music dies. He lifts the Microphone to his mouth.)

Witherspoon: Listen here Miliken. You can call me a hypocrite all you want. I really dont care. The fact is, what you did in our first match against eachother, and what happened last week, are two completely different things. But like you said, it's in the past.

(Witherspoon adjusts his title on his shoulder.)

Witherspoon: What does matter, is that I hold the belt that you happen to be gunning for at this moment. What also matters, is that when something important is on the line, Tobey, you have never beaten me. Now dont you worry. The match I choose will make it difficult for anyone to interfere in it. And that particular match is... well, I'll tell yea later.

(Witherspoon grins as the crowd boos loudly, and Tobey looks slightly annoyed.)

Witherspoon: See, Im still talking it through with Bruiser about what the match is gonna be. But dont you worry. As soon as I know, you'll know. Now as far as this match tonight, I would reserve your self a hospital bed, cause you are in for pain my friend. As a matter of fact, what the hell are we waiting for?

(Witherspoon cracks Tobey across the head with the hand holding the mike. He rains blows down on Tobey's skull and midsection, driving him into a corner. Tobey is backed into the corner, grabs Witherspoon and with an irish whip whips him into the corner and jumps up on the turnbuckle and starts to nail Witherspoon with a flurry of left and rights. The crowd counts along with the punches. When Tobey reaches 10 he jumps down and slides out of the ring and looks for something under the ring. He grabs a fire extinguisher and slides back into the ring. He sprays it all over Witherspoon and then cracks him on the head with it.)_

King: These two are going to kill each other here in this ring, before they even get to a match.

JR: We need security down here now.

(Tobey grabs Witherspoon and tosses him out of the ring.)

Tobey: You have my belt you son of a gun, and I want it not at the end of the month. I WANT IT TONIGHT.

(Witherspoon slowly gets up, a confident smirk on his face as he tosses the belt to the side.)

Witherspoon: You want it tonight, well tough *bleep* You aint ready. What you will get tonight is the pounding of your life!

(Witherspoon slides into the ring, revealing a post maul in his right hand. He gets up and nails Tobey in the gut with it as he rushes him. He slams the head of the large mallet into Tobey's face, sending him flying down onto the mat. Witherspoon rolls out of the ring and grabs up his TV title belt and slides back in, nailing Tobey across the face with it as he staggers up to his feet. Security begins to pour down the ramp, heading to the ring.)

Witherspoon: That's the closest you are going to get to my belt Tobey, get used to it!

(The two lunge at each other again as security pours into the ring and seperate them.)

JR: What are they thinking! They have a tag team hardcore match tonight!

King: Looks like they are starting early JR! Ha ha!

(Tobey clotheslines Witherspoon over the top rope and the two going falling to the outside of the ring. Tobey and Witherspoon start exchanging punches by the ring barrier when Tobey gouges Witherspoons eye. While Witherspoon is blinded Tobey backs up and runs and he and Witherspoon go flying over the barrier and into the audience. )

King: See JR this is why you want to buy your tickets to Bedlam as soon as possible. You never know who is going to wind up in your lap down here at ringside.

(Tobey grabs some guy's beer and pours it on Witherspoon. Security jumps over the barrier and break the two up.)

King: Finally these two are seperated. But what a great pre-match huh JR?

JR: These two are going to kill each other, that's a given. I don't know if that ring tonight, or if any ring can maintain their hatred. Well be right back.

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(The camera cuts backstage where Slim Jim Sullivan is shown standing outside of the bWo locker room.)

Slim: I am going to try and get a word with LoweDown in a moment on who he thinks the next bWo member might be!

(Suddenly, Judge Moody comes running around the corner and almost bumps into Slim Jim. Judge Moody wipes sweat from her forehead and looks at Slim.)

Slim: Moody, are you okay?

Moody: Yeah...just taking care of some business. Say Slim, why don't you ask me about my Women's title shot for tonight?

Slim: Title shot? You don't have a title shot! You're teaming with Dizi to take on Jacklyn J and Francine!

(Judge Moody's eyes go wide.)

Moody: I am? Oh no...

(Judge Moody goes storming off as the camera fades back to ringside.)

>>>


(The camera fades in focused on a door with a big name plate on it, on the
name plate it reads "Ezekiel, Intercontinental Champion". All of a sudden a
loud crash is heard and someone is heard screaming! EMT's and staff members
swarm to the door trying to get in but it is locked! Cries for help can be
heard as the men try to get through the door. A sound of a motor starts up
on the other side of the door and the cries turn into horrible screams as
this voice continues screaming for help. Then all of a sudden the screaming
stops and all of the men at the door pause for a minute trying to listen)

JR: What the hell is going on back there King?

KING: I don't know but it cannot be good.

(Then the motor is heard coming to a stop. All of the staff members stand
there silent when all of a sudden the door slowly opens and there stands
Hardcore Harry with a long cardboard box in his hand and blood splattered
all over his wrestling attire. Harry has a confident smile on his face as
all the staff members jump back away from the doorway. Harry looks back into
the room)

Harry: You were right, it was easy to find you with your name plate on the
door.

(Harry then turns and walks away with a smirk on his face. As Harry walks
away the staff members bolt into the door along with the camera man to see
Ezekiel's locker room completely demolished and laying there in the middle
of the floor lying in a puddle of blood, Ezekiel himself. The EMT's rush to
his aid as the camera focuses on the wall where the following has been
written in Ezekiel's own blood, "MINE!!!" then there is a arrow pointing
down to the floor where the BMWF Intercontinental Title lays)

JR: Oh my! Ezekiel could have made the worst mistake of his life by taking
the title from Harry!

KING: Or telling him where his locker room was!!!

Fade..

(Tobey is walking down a back empty hallway. A crashing sound is heard behind him and he glances back, running forward. He turns around and gets clotheslined by a Post maul. Witherspoon steps from the corner wearing a pair of Jeans and his new "Witherspoon" shirt and brings the heavy hammer down, striking Tobey in the chest and kicks him once in the side. Tobey rolls over and cradles his stomach. Witherspoon rests the Post maul on his shoulder and looks down with disdain at Tobey.)

Witherspoon: You just never learn do you Miliken?

(Dizi wanders by, loaded down from the concession stand. She notices Spoon standing over Tobey and sits down on a nearby chair to watch. She takes a sip of her soda before setting it down and proceeds to start eating popcorn and M&Ms.)

(Witherspoon's head raises slightly as he hears the crunching sounds and he turns around, gripping the post maul tightly. He smiles as his eyes land on Dizi. He sets the Post Maul on the ground and leans on it.)

Witherspoon: Hey

(Dizi smiles brightly at Spoon and waves. She takes a minute to swallow.)

Dizi: Oh, don't let me interrupt you. You go on with what you were doing.

Witherspoon: Well actually, I'm pretty much done here.

(Tobey moans and Witherspoon kicks him in the ribs, silencing him)

Dizi: Aw, kick him in the head a good one. For Flame!

Witherspoon: Yea, that really wasn't cool.

(Witherspoon raises his boot and brings it slamming down hard on Tobey's skull and rests it there)

(Dizi starts to applaud.)

Dizi: Well done! Well done.

(Dizi reaches down for her soda and takes a sip, then she shuffles her concessions so she can hold them all and smiles at Spoon.)

Dizi: Thanks for the show! I gotta find Donnie now.

Witherspoon: Wait, how are you doin?

(Dizi starts to wander, fully expecting Spoon to stay with her.)

Dizi: I'm good! I spent a little time in Vegas. That was fun.

(Rests the post maul on his shoulder and follows her)

Witherspoon: Yea, I heard about that

Dizi: Then Donnie came and got me. And now I'm back! Have you ever had popcorn and M&Ms together? It's really good. You take two pieces of popcorn and two M&Ms and eat them at the same time. It only works with the Plain M&Ms, though. The others just don't taste right with popcorn.

Witherspoon: Actually, I think I have. And I agree with you. Only plain M&Ms work

(Dizi starts heading down a flight of stairs that leads to the sub-levels.)

Dizi: So, what have you been doing lately?

Witherspoon: Not a whole lot. Slapping Tobey and his little group around. I beat Axe for the World Television Title last week. I suppose you might have heard about that.

(Dizi continues wandering in the bowels of the arena, peeking in doors as she goes.)

Dizi: Yeah, I remember that. Tamer jumped him after the match and beat his @$$. I think he was mad at Axe or something.

(A confused look crosses Witherspoon's face as we descend deeper.)

Witherspoon: Well, I can't really blame Tamer. I don't like Tamer all that much, but Axe really shouldn't have done that

(Dizi stops, looks in the boiler room, then does a double take.)

Dizi: Hey, aren't you...? Nevermind.

(Dizi closes the door and turns to Spoon.)

Dizi: What shouldn't he have done?

(Witherspoon blinks, slightly bewildered.)

Witherspoon: Don't you remember what he did to you?

(Dizi keeps wandering down the hall.)

Dizi: Who did what to me?

Witherspoon: ... nevermind. So how are things between you and Tamer?

(Dizi stops and turns around in a circle.)

Dizi: Oh, they're good. Well, we had a little fight last week, because I was talking to Axe and he suddenly started kissing me and Tamer walked up. He got really mad. But, we made up. You know, I think you got us lost, 'cause I don't know where we are.

Witherspoon: We're in the basement. I think the way out is back this way.

(Spoon gestures behind him and smiles)

(Dizi smiles at him and heads in the direction he pointed.)

Dizi: I have a puppy. Her name is Sugar and she's really cute. Do you like puppies?

Witherspoon: Yea, Puppies are OK. I'd get a dog myself, but I'm currently looking for a house right now.

(Dizi wanders back past the boiler room, giving it a strange look, and finally finds the stairs.)

Dizi: Okay, here are the stairs. I got us unlost.

(She starts to head up the stairs when she stops and turns around, looking at Spoon.)

Dizi: You know, Kant's theory on societal reconstruction is a pretty fairy tale, but ultimately unfeasible. It basically calls for a Utopian society which can't work due to the inherent flaws in human nature.

(Witherspoon stares up at her.)

Witherspoon: Yep, that was my take on it as well

(Dizi nods in satisfaction and continues up the stairs.)

Dizi: So, where are you looking?

Witherspoon: Around Minnesota, probably in one of the main suburbs.

(At the top of the stairs, they find themselves back in the hallway where they started.)

Dizi: I like oceans. Minnesota only has lakes.

Witherspoon: Well, I like living there.

(Dizi smiles brightly at him.)

Dizi: Then it's all good!

(Witherspoon smiles back)

Witherspoon: Yep. Maybe when I finally settle on a place you could come over for a bit.

(Dizi laughs and waves with the hand she's holding the popcorn in, scattering a few stray pieces on the floor.)

Dizi: I'm going to find Donnie now. It was good seeing you.

Witherspoon: Good seeing you too

(Dizi waves again and wanders off down the hall.)

(Witherspoon watches her go, then turns down another hallway, heading to his locker room.)

FADE

>>>

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

From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

Her partner...

Led to the ring by Ravven...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Francine

LILLY: Their opponents...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays over the PA system. The song is nearly half over before Dizi appears on the top of the ramp. She is wearing a pair of black shorts with neon blue scroll work down the left side, and a neon blue midriff baring top, no right sleeve, but a long left sleeve with black scroll work down it. Her wrestling boots and knee pads are black, as is the tape on her wrists.)

(Dizi hesitates at the top of the ramp, turning and looking back over her shoulder as if expecting someone to be there. After a few moments, Dizi wanders slowly down the aisle, constantly searching the crowd. She keeps stopping and turning around slowly as she scans the crowd. She finally makes it to the ring, where she slides in and climbs the turnbuckle, looking out over the crowd.)

Her partner...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody

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

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

(The four contestants are in the ring and the referee calls them all to the center and quickly goes over the match rules. Dizi is standing near Judge Moody, but seems to be searching the audience for someone. Judge Moody notices her distraction and yells at her to get her mind in the match. Dizi glances at the Judge for a second, then turns her attention to the referee. Within a few seconds, she's searching the crowd again.)

JR: Well, I have to say, Dizi doesn't seem very focused tonight.

King: Yeah, and is it ever upsetting Judge Moody.

JR: Well, I'm sure it is, Judge Moody takes all her matches very seriously. I imagine she wasn't too happy to be teamed up with Dizi after Dizi beat her two weeks ago at SummerSlammed.

King: And then instigated the fight between Judge Moody and the Judge last Monday
at Bedlam.

JR: Instigated, King?

King: Get a dictionary.

JR: I know what it means, King. I was surprised you did.

King: Hey, where's Dizi's brother?

JR: I don't know. But that may explain a lot of her distraction tonight.

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Jacklyne J. hits Dizi with a clothesline.
Jacklyne J. whips Dizi into the ropes.
Dizi hits Jacklyne J. with a shoulderblock.
Dizi hoists Jacklyne J. high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Jac
klyne J. crashing hard to the mat.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Jacklyne J. with a kick.
Dizi throws Jacklyne J. over the top rope.
Bart Farinus issues a warning to Dizi.
Dizi goes outside.
Dizi goes for the Dizi Sleeper, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Dizi runs Jacklyne J. into the ringsteps.
Judge Moody comes over to make it two-on-one.
Judge Moody goes for a dropkick, but Jacklyne J. side-steps and Judge Moody
only hits air.
Jacklyne J. hoists Dizi high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Diz
i crashing hard to the mat.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Jacklyne J. uses a dropkick on Dizi.
Bart Farinus counts: 2.
Bart Farinus counts: 3.
Donnie MacPhearson comes from behind and distracts Jacklyne J..
Dizi hoists Jacklyne J. high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Jac
klyne J. crashing hard to the mat.
Bart Farinus counts: 4.
Dizi climbs back into the ring.
Jacklyne J. climbs back into the ring.

Jacklyn tags out.

(Francine whips Dizi into the ropes. Dizi bounces off and heads back slipping to the mat and taking down Francine with a drop toe hold. Dizi moves automatically to an armlock leglock submission, but releases it within seconds and climbs slowly to her feet.)

JR: What is Dizi doing? She may very well have had the match won?

King: Judge Moody sure isn't happy! She's going nuts on the apron, trying to smack Dizi in the head!

JR: Well, I think she may be trying to force a tag.

(Dizi looks around the arena as Francine gets to her feet and nails Dizi in the back of the head with a chick kick. Dizi goes down hard to the mat.)

King: Did you see that, JR?

JR: I certainly did. Francine almost tore Dizi's head off with that kick!

King: Not that! Francine almost popped out of her top! We almost saw the puppies!!

(Dizi climbs to her feet, shaking her head as if to clear it. Francine sets her up for a vertical suplex, then sends her crashing to the mat. Francine goes for the cover and the referee starts to count.)

JR: This may be it! 1...2...

King: Judge Moody kicked Francine in the head!

JR: Judge Moody broke the pin attempt. Now Dizi has to get over to make the tag.

(Judge Moody is back on the apron, her hand extended for the tag, yelling at Dizi to get up. Dizi rolls away from Francine and gets to one knee. Francine moves behind her and tries to grab her, but Dizi lunges forward, making the tag to Judge Moody.)

JR: And Judge Moody is in with the hot tag! She's on fire, taking Francine apart!

King: Get her Moody! Pull her hair! Rip her top off! We want puppies!!

JR: Control yourself, King!

Dizi tags out to Judge Moody.

Francine tags out.
Judge Moody hoists Jacklyne J. high into the air with a vertical suplex, then se
nds Jacklyne J. crashing hard to the mat.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody goes for a clothesline, but Jacklyne J. ducks out of the way.
Jacklyne J. whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. goes for a monkey flip, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody uses an arm bar on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody uses a DDT on Jacklyne J..
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. almost takes Judge Moody's head off with a clothesline
Jacklyne J. uses a monkey flip on Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. tags out to Francine.
Francine and Jacklyne J. whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double clothesline.
Francine and Jacklyne J. whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double kick to the midsection.
Dizi enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Francine and Jacklyne J. whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double kick to the midsection.
Francine and Jacklyne J. whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double elbowsmash.
Jacklyne J. leaves the ring.
Francine runs into the ropes.
Francine hits Judge Moody with an elbow.
Francine is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, in the ropes...

Francine tags out to Jacklyne J.

JR: Jacklyn J hits Judge Moody with a DDT and goes for the pin!

1...2...NO! KICKOUT!

JR: Jacklyn picks Moody up and goes for the Code Red, but Moody elbows herself out of it. Moody then dropkicks Jacklyn in the face!

King: Moody needs to make a tag.

(Judge Moody goes over to her corner and goes to make a tag to Dizi, but Dizi steps off of the ring apron just before Moody gets to the corner. Dizi looks around, then starts heading back up the ramp!)

King: Where is Dizi going!?

JR: I don't know, but Judge Moody is shouting at her!

King: I think Dizi is still distracted from Donnie not being ringside with her. Without Donnie, no one is able to keep Dizi focused.

JR: Jacklyn J is back to her feet! She rolls up Moody with an inside cradle...1...2...3!

King: And Dizi is already gone!

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Jacklyne J. and Francine!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(FADE)

>>>

(Backstage, Dizi is searching for her brother again, nearly frantic as she stops every person asking if they've seen him. The camera loses her momentarily, then, hearing Dizi's voice, the cameraman heads in that direction.)

Dizi: (off screen still) I need help here!! Somebody help me!!

(The camera swings around a corner and stops, showing Dizi on her knees near her brother who is lying motionless on the concrete. The camera closes in on Donnie for a moment and he's seen unconscious and covered in blood.)

Dizi: (looks up into the camera and screams) GET SOME HELP!! HE NEEDS HELP!!

(The camera pulls back as the sound of people shouting are heard. Two trainers and a referee come up and the trainers immediately start to see to Donnie. The referee pulls Dizi back a little so the trainers have room to work.)

>>>

(The camera cuts to the ring as Couch makes his way down the ramp. He rolls into the ring, and picks up a microphone set on one of the two chairs set in the ring)
 
Couch: As you saw last week, Ezekiel was kind enough to grant me an exclusive interview with him this evening. I know a lot of you are excited about this and I know I certainly am. The Internet smarks have been buzzing, proposing questions and the like. So Ezekiel tonight, this is your life!
 
King: Yah! Time for Ezekiel JR!
 
JR: Since when did you become an Ezekiel fan King?
 
King: About five minutes ago, now I can have a sleep while he drones on! HA HA HA!
 
(The arena lights dim and the crowd is bustling with excitement. The Bruisertron lights up and Ezekiel appears on screen)
 
Ezekiel: Time is a fickle master; due to circumstances beyond my control I must postpone this meeting to a later date. When I cannot say, however be assured that it will happen.
 
JR: Well that really is unfortunate, I know that many people were looking forward to this. He really needs to provide some sort of explanation.
 
King: I know JR, I was looking forward to getting a good sleep!
 
(The camera focuses on Couch somewhat disappointed)

(The camera is on William Black. He's sitting on an overturned metal garbage can taping up his fingers and wrists. Spirit is standing behind him smoothing ice over his shoulders when Lowedown and Flame make their way around the corner and walk towards them. The pair stop the prematch warmup and look up at the Hardcore champ and his wife.)

BLACK: 'Sup Lowe?

Lowedown: Well, well, well...if it isn't the man we all know as William Black. It's good to see you back in the saddle again.

(Lowedown extends his hand out and William shakes it...)

BLACK: I hear you met Spirit here last week.

Lowedown: Indeed I did. Nice to see you again. This is my wife Kathryn.

Flame: It's nice to meet you. I love your hair.

SPIRIT: Thanks. I got it done before the show. There's a cute lil' salon down the road...

Flame: Oh...are you talking about Fabulone?

SPIRIT: That's the place. You ever been there?

Flame: Oh yes. It's the only place I go to when I'm here. They work miracles when you're on the road.

(Spirit nods in agreement, pausing to slosh some ice water down Black's back. She looks back at Flame and smiles coyly.)

SPIRIT: That's the truth!

Lowedown: Do you two want to be alone or what?

BLACK: Yeah, this is getting pretty whacky.

Lowedown: Look Black, I have been looking for you to offer you the opportunity to jump into the bWo tournament. I think you'd make a pretty good bWo member.

BLACK: The BWO? I heard you were having some trouble with getting a good group here.

Lowedown: Did you hear my rant earlier? I think it pretty much summed it all up. That's why I'm looking to sign your name on the dotted line. Bring some actual talent into the game. Some actual flavor so it will actually be a competition. Know what I mean?

BLACK: I know what ya mean... I'll think about it... I'm kinda preoccupied at the moment with Tamer's little Bleep@ss..

Lowedown: I'm going to be watching your match tonight partner. I'll see you later.

(Both men touch fists again as Flame and Spirit are still talking in the corner. Lowedown nudges Flame on the shoulder...)

Flame: It was nice to meet you. Call me sometime and we'll go shopping alright?

SPIRIT: Sounds like a plan. Talk to you soon.

(The camera follows Flame and Lowedown walking off, but then slowly pans around back to William and Spirit who are standing side by side. Black grabs Spirit by the arm, snapping her out of her reverie. This obviously seems to annoy her.)

BLACK: I know exactly what you're thinking, trust me... but we're next.

(The Camera fades as the two start towards the ring.)

>>>

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

(The lights go out with blacklights taking their place, illuminating the arena with an uber UV glow. Then the PA opens up with the somewhat creepy, but mostly just recognizable bassline from Tool's Swampson.)

PA: My warning... Meant nothing... You're dancing... In Quicksand...

(After the opening lyrics, William Black appears on the entrance ramp, with Spirit who walks out right beside him, and then stops right in front of him. She licks a finger, and then traces it down the front of her body in a slow, sexy fashion, bending all the way over and posing. Immediately afterwards, the pyrotechnics go off, sending purple and blue flames straight up into the air. The duo then quickly rush the ring, sliding in under the bottom ropes.)

Ring Announcer: Introducing First...From Phoenix Arizona, weighing in at two hundred and sixtytwo pounds and being accompanied to the ring by Spirit.... WILLIAM BLACK!

(The crowd boos.)

LIILLY: His partner...
From Minneapolis... weighing in at 300 pounds...
Witherspoon

LILLY: From 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.: Folks, look for the man coming down the ramp right now to go into
full cover-his-own-behind mode here tonight...Howitzer and William Black
have traded brutal backstage assaults in the past couple weeks, Howitzer was
involved in the attack that almost crushed Witherspoon's spine, AND, if that
wasn't enough, some serious bad blood has developed between Howitzer and his
partner, "The Hollywood Idol" Tobey Miliken.

King: It's a good thing that Howitzer was a soldier and not a diplomat!
He'd have started World War III before his morning coffee!

J.R.: Howitzer tells me he doesn't drink coffee, King. But that's neither
here nor there, the fact is ladies and gentlemen, this tag match tonight is
an extremely volatile situation, and I wouldn't be surprised if it ends
badly for everyone involved. Let's get this thing going!

LILLY: His partner...
From Daytona, FL... weighing in at 255 pounds...
"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

(Pomp and Circumstance plays and Tobey Miliken with Misty Rivers come walking out to the ramp and stop. Tobey is not dressed to wrestle and Howitzer, Witherspoon and Black just stand there looking.)

Tobey: So Howie, last week you left me alone in the ring to fight Witherspoon without the least bit of help. I believe you stood right up here and watched the match didn't you.

(Howitzer starts to pace and is yelling at Tobey.)

Tobey: In case you haven't figured it out, and I doubt that you have, after all you are pretty stupid.

(Howitzer keeps screaming at Tobey.)

Tobey: Tonight you get to prove just how big and bad you really are. TONIGHT... You are on your own.

(Howitzer stands and looks at Witherspoon and Black.)

Tobey: Yep, I think that makes this match a 2 on 1 handicap match. But don't worry Howie, there is a really good emergency room right up the road. Now Howie I don't want you to think that I am mad at you. Just call this... uh... "Tough Love". Because no one... and I mean NO ONE! Screws with Tobey Miliken. Now let's get this match started.

(Tobey puts his arm around Misty and the two walk back to the back as the match begins.)

*DING DING* 

King: I don't believe it, J.R.! Tobey Miliken has turned his back on his
partner! Howitzer's on his own against two of the BMWF's most dangerous
men!

J.R.: Well I for one believe it, King! Tobey Miliken is nothing but a
self-serving rat FINK, and this behavior doesn't surprise me at all!

King: What are you talking about, J.R.?! Not only does Tobey get revenge
on his now former partner for leaving him while Witherspoon was attacking
him last week, BUT now Tobey's got a leg up in Lowedown's bWo tournament!
Time to lather up and shave your @$$, Howitzer! Ha!

(Black and Witherspoon advance on Howitzer. Howitzer stares at them both
defiantly, fists up, waiting for the first move.)

J.R.: How's that, King?

King: Don't you get it, J.R.?? Black and Witherspoon are gonna tear
Howitzer apart! Howitzer won't be at 100% for the bWo tournament...you know
what J.R., I'm going out on a limb right now, and I predict Tobey Miliken to
be the next member of the bWo!!

(Witherspoon rushes at Howitzer...Howitzer locks him up and delivers a
thudding headbutt. Black moves in next.)

J.R.: Well now Howitzer's in trouble, both Witherspoon and Black moving in
for the kill! Witherspoon's dazed in the corner after that headbutt, here
comes William Black...Howitzer with the eye rake! Black staggers backward,
Howitzer follows up now. Grabs Black, picks him up...fall away slam! And
here comes Witherspoon, Howitzer scores with a right hand!

(Howitzer unloads with rights and lefts on Witherspoon, forcing 'Spoon into
the corner. Howitzer follows in.)

King: Howitzer's wrestling smart here, J.R., I've gotta hand it to him! A
lot of quick strike moves, trying to keep Witherspoon and Black down so they
can't perform a team attack!

J.R.: Witherspoon, sagging in the corner...Howitzer follows in, oh my!
What a jarring shoulder tackle! Folks, that one will leave a bruise by
morning!

King: Looks like the wind has been knocked clear out of Witherspoon!

(Black is starting to get to his feet. Howitzer slides out of the ring and
walks to the post. He kicks the ring steps over and picks them up.
Howitzer tosses the steel steps into the ring and slides back between the
ropes.)

King: J.R., Howitzer wants out of this match! Ring steps to the face of
Witherspoon are going to get Howitzer DQ'd, and Howitzer knows it!

J.R.: Well can you blame him, King? He's been impressive against these two
men, outnumbered thanks to that snake Tobey Miliken, but Black and
Witherspoon are gonna get it together eventually and Howitzer can't keep 'em
both down! All he's thinking about is survival right now!

(Howitzer lifts the steel ring steps over his head and gets set to smash
them into the face of the winded Witherspoon. Suddenly, from behind him,
Black gets up and grabs onto the steps. He tears them from Howitzer's hands
and they clang onto the canvas. Howitzer spins around and gets a hard kick
to the gut from Black. He doubles over.)

J.R.: And here it comes King, that's all it took...Black found the opening
and now Howitzer's vulnerable. This is probably all 'Spoon and William
Black will need.

King: Let the beating begin! Tobey Miliken's laughing all the way to the
bWo tournament!

(Witherspoon shakes the cobwebs off and moves in to join Black's attack on
Howitzer.)

Howitzer goes for a cobra clutch suplex, but William Black counters it with
an armdrag takedown.
In turn, Howitzer counters it with a lariat.
Howitzer puts William Black in a bearhug.
William Black is struggling to reach the ropes.
William Black gets ahold of the ropes after being locked up for 16 seconds.
Howitzer hits a headbutt on William Black.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a powerslam.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Howitzer whips William Black into the turnbuckle.
William Black comes back and rocks Howitzer with a kick to the midsection.
William Black tags out to Witherspoon.
Witherspoon and William Black whip Howitzer into the ropes.
They hit Howitzer with a double kick to the midsection.
Witherspoon and William Black whip Howitzer into the ropes.
They hit Howitzer with a double kick to the midsection.
Witherspoon and William Black whip Howitzer into the ropes.
They hit Howitzer with a double backdrop.
William Black leaves the ring.

JR: WItherspoon and Howitzer lock up in the center of the ring
THey both push against eachother
JR: THese men are both equal in size and strength!
King: Yea, Witherspoon even called Howitzer his clone!
JR: Witherspoon kicks Howitzer in the gut
Witherspoon suplexes Howitzer
Witherspoon locks in an arm bar
Howitzer fights to break free
THe ref checks on Howitzer
Witherspoon yanks on Howitzers arm
Howitzer fights free
WItherspoon and howitzer exchange blows in the middle of the ring
Howitzer bounces off the ropes
Howitzer goes for a clothesline, but WItherspoon reverses it into an arm bar
WItherspoon yanks on Howitzer's arm
Howitzer screams in pain
THe ref asks Howitzer if he wants to quit
Howitzer breaks free
Howitzer tries to powerslam Witherspoon, but Witherspoon head buts Howitzer
Witherspoon hits a haymaker to Howitzers gut
Witherspoon hammers Howitzer's head into the mat with a crucifix
King: Howitzer doesnt stand a chance!
JR: Witherspoon has far more skill and experiance then Howitzer does. Howitzer better change his strategy soon.
King: Gues Howitzer is a faulty clone!
JR: Witherspoon throws Howitzer into a turnbuckle
WItherspoon tags Black in
WItherspoon superplexes Howitzer
Black goes for the pin
1...2... kick out!

Witherspoon takes Howitzer down with a German suplex.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".
A few fans are booing Witherspoon.
Witherspoon smacks Howitzer with a devastating clothesline .
Witherspoon tags out to William Black.
Witherspoon almost takes Howitzer's head off with a clothesline
William Black locks Howitzer in a cobra clutch.
Howitzer gets ahold of the ropes after 5 seconds.
Witherspoon leaves the ring.
William Black hits Howitzer with a drop toehold.
William Black uses a fist to the midsection on Howitzer.

JR: Wow, that seems to have taken a bit out of William Black. He looks a little tired in there.

King: Nah, he's not tired, he's just taking it easy. Watch. Howitzer's about to get hurt.

(Just as King predicted, William Black ducks a haymaker from Howitzer, and then connects with his own hard left hand. Black throws another left hand, but Howitzer blocks it and punches him right back. With William Black pushed into the ropes, Howitzer tries for an Irish Whip, but it gets reversed.)

JR: Black with the reversal. Howitzer off the ropes... SPINEBUSTER!!! That shook the entire ring. William Black is quickly on his feet though. Black with a solid left hand and then a pair of boots to the gut. Howitzer may be in trouble here... DDT! Howitzer landed right on his head!

King: Howitzer IS in trouble JR!

(William Black goes for a lazy lateral press cover, and then complains to the referee about a slow count after Howitzer kicks out on two.)

JR: Well that was a lazy cover. Black has Howitzer on his feet again. Here's something we seen him use last week... Fisherman's Suplex. The referee gets two before Howitzer kicks out again. Tell me King, how much more of this do you think Howitzer can take before he's down for three?

King: I don't know JR. I know that William Black is just taking his time, picking and choosing what he's doing here. Look at him, he's in no rush.

(Black drags Howitzer to his feet one final time, and slings him into the ropes... Howitzer bounces back but ducks under a clothesline, bouncing off of the opposite ropes... only to get caught in mid air... the Crowd started to cheer when it looked like Howitzer was building momentum, but it died down almost immediately when he got caught.)

King: Gah! Here it comes... The Silencer!

JR: The what?

King: Black's new move, The Silencer. I told you this last week. It's a Fallaway Slam that he carries over into a bridge.

(Again, just as the King predicted, William Black snaps Howitzer over with a Fallaway Slam. He bridges and once again the referee slides into position to count.)

JR: One! Two! This could be it! -- Kickout... Wow that was close... only a split second away....

King: It wasn't close enough for William Black though... look at him! He's irate!

(William Black starts complaining to the referee about a slow count again. Meanwhile, Howitzer gets up back to his feet, spinning Black around and then scoring with a quick roll up.)

JR: A quick roll up by Howitzer! One! Two! Hey--

King: Spirit's up on the apron!

(Black forces his way out of the rollup and then hits Howitzer with a thumb to the eyes and then a Low Blow before the referee turns around. He throws Howitzer into the turnbuckles and tags in Witherspoon.)

JR: How cheap... a thumb to the eyes and then a low blow after the distraction from Spirit.

King: Of course it's cheap JR. It wouldn't be a William Black RP if there wasn't cheating involved in it somehow!

JR: Witherspoon kicks Howitzer in the side

Witherspoon german suplexes Howitzer

WItherspoon lifts Howitzer  to his feet

BINNED! WItherspoon has locked Howitzer in binned!

Howitzer  is screaming in pain!

Howitzer  fights to break free

WItherspoon tightens the hold

Howitzer  raises his hand above the mat

WItherspoon tightens the hold again

Howitzer  taps out!

*DING DING*

Lilly: The winners... William Black and Witherspoon!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Kolic is walking down a hallway thinking to himself, when he suddenly runs
into someone.)

Kolic: Huh? Excuse me...wait, Tamer?

Tamer: Kolic?

Kolic: Hey, good to see ya man!

Tamer: You too, it's about time you calculated yourself back. Enjoy the time
away for the crazy life?

Kolic: Mostly boring, but that couldn't be helped. I sure missed this
business, though there were a
few things I didn't miss.

Tamer: So what's with this whole monk thing. Last time I checked you weren't
Richard Gere.

Kolic: What do you mean? This isn't some act, this is the real me. I've
changed, very much for the better. Being born again has never meant so much
to me.

Tamer: Why come back then. This is what "the old you" did. What does the new
you want with this life?

Kolic: Because there are so many here that constantly mock my beliefs by
their actions. They wallow in sin every day and think themselves better from
it. Though it isn't my place to judge, it is my responsibility to show
people the right way to live, whether by words or actions.

Tamer: What? Okay, what was brainwashing like. The old Kolic would have a
cure. You can't be serious about all this stuff.

Kolic: I'm *quite* serious. Christ is my life now, not the pursuit of money
or pleasure. Though I can't force you or anyone else to believe as I do, I
can be an example of the right way to live. However, this doesn't mean we
can't be friends. Speaking of which, we should get the ol' gang together
sometime.

Tamer: Right...Well I got some sinning to do and a match to get ready for.

Kolic: Cool, I have to get ready for my match with Master Z, I'll see ya
later!

Tamer: Yeah later dude.

(Kolic and Tamer each go their separate ways)

Fade

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