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

(Scotty is fuming inside the locker room area. He is walking around like a wildman. He stares at the wall then turns to speak to Ash.)

Scotty: I can't believe that bull<bleep> last week. The most dominate tag team in the history of the BMWF lost to a couple of no namers!!!!

Ash: Scotty, you need to relax. Look, even the greats lose every so often it happens. They got lucky, and we overlooked them. Just take a breath and calm down some..

Scotty: Ya wanna see me calm down? We need ta make a statement tanight!!! We need ta get everyone out there ta sit up and take notice!!! We need those titles!!!

Ash: Look, we aren't just shooting from the hip here. We have a game plan so why don't we stick to that. If we get sloppy and over emotional it's not going to do you or me any good.

Scotty: I know one stinkin' thin'... If anyone tries ta get involved wit our match tanight... I will personally make sure that they neva see the light of day 'gain.

Ash: Hell yeah, that's the stuff I like to see. Look, let's go out and take care of what we have to take care of. Let's go out and show the world why we are deserving of these titles we are after. No more talk, just action. You up for it?

Scotty: I know this... I wanna do somethin' I ain't done in a long time... Tanight... I'm gonna make someone's career short... I'm gonna break someone's neck!!!!

Ash: Fire in the eyes, but focus in the head. You hearing me?

Scotty: Focus.... All I know is Tamer and Tyrone betta be ready... Coz this man here ain't playin' no games anymore.... Play time is over... I break one of their frickin' necks...

(Scotty looks at a locker and slams the door shut.)

>>>

(Backstage, the camera shows Donnie being loaded into an ambulance. Dizi is hovering nearby as they load the stretcher.)

Paramedic: Do you want to ride with him to the hospital?

Dizi: Yes, yes. Please.

(The paramedic helps her into the ambulance and closes the behind her. A moment later the ambulance is pulling away.)

FADE

>>>

(The scene opens in Tamer’s locker room. Tamer is sitting in a chair in the middle of the room bobbing his head to "Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach. Tamer looks up at the camera smiling behind his sunglasses. Tamer stands up from the chair. Tamer is in his wrestling gear with his long black duster, that he’s become accustom to wearing, on. The Tag Team title is crossways across his chest obviously connected to the AA Title that must be across his back. Tamer takes a few steps forward.)

Tamer: Do you know what its like to feel untouchable? To feel unstoppable? I did, wait, correction I do. Despite tapping out last week, which I did. I still have that feeling. Two titles that are mine without a doubt. Two titles that are just the beginning of something great. When Tyrone and I said we were no longer accepting the bull*bleep*, that we were coming to take the federation by storm. No one listened. No one believed us. It’s only been a month. Take a look. Look at five men who aren’t wrestling since they crossed me. Box, White Lightning, Inferno, Mineral, and Axe all know that I’m not playing anymore.

(Tamer removes his sunglasses and looks at the camera with a dead stare.)

Tamer: The Intercontinental title is next . Ezekial is a fine champion. But Harry is not even close to worthy of a rematch. He cheated to win that title and until Summer Slammed he barely escaped with it. He won’t win it, I won’t allow him to. That title will change hands soon. But its coming to me. I’m not taking no for an answer. I have no grudge against Ezekial, in fact I respect him. But Harry is a different story and the way I see it he’s the only thing standing between me and that title. No offense Zeke but I beat you before and I’m more than confident in my ability to do so again. Harry step aside or get taken down.

(Tamer laughs and removes his duster setting it aside. Tamer turns his back to the camera The All-American title is now visible, being crossways across his back.)

Tamer: This title will be on the line at the Pay-Per-View. The challenger will be decided by a Six-Man elimination match next week. Everything to gain nothing to lose. I have four entries which leaves two spots open. Two chances at glory. The men who take this opportunity could win a shot at one of the best title’s the BMWF has. The hardest title to keep. No Champion advantage just pure glory. Come on, I’m waiting.

(Tamer turns back to facing the camera and pats the Tag Team Title.)

Tamer: Tonight this title is on the line. The Brothers of The Apocalypse will roll. Ash and Scotty are getting the title shot they don’t deserve and the @$$ whooping they’ve been asking for. Ash wants to say its just business , that’s fine. Tonight business gets handled the old fashioned way. In the ring. One, two, three style. You boys get to face the undefeated tag team. We’re looking forward to the challenge of the cliche degenerate and the new sponsor for depends.

(Tamer laughs.)

Tamer: Beat us if ya can? I don't think so, old timer....

(Tamer clears his throat starring deeply into the camera.)

Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!!!

(Tamer nods.)

Tamer: Just....that...simple

FADE

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from New Orleans, LA...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Pretty Boy" Reno Fontayne

LILLY: His opponent...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
The Judge

PA: You are now about to enter the courtroom of THE JUDGE!

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains, holding his BMWF Light-Heavyweight title over his shoulder. He walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops. The Judge raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the ring and raises his Light-Heavyweight title in the air to get a chorus of cheers from the crowd. The Judge takes a mic from ringside and addresses the crowd.)

Judge: HOUSTON...

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: COURT IS NOW IN SESSION!

(The crowd cheers again.)

Judge: Tonight you will all witness The Judge go one-on-one with a BMWF icon, The Pretty Boy Reno Fontayne!

(Mixed reaction from the crowd, with a few "RENO!" chants.)

Judge: Now I'll make it short and sweet because I know you Texans don't like talk, you just like @$$-whuppings!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: So I'll lay it down for you, in just a few minutes Reno Fontayne will step into this ring, and then actually think twice when he realizes who he's going up against. We'll probably start the match off with a few moves, and then Reno will start getting nervous, thinking that he's losing control! Then when he least expects it, he'll be down on the mat looking up at me and the ref will be raising my hand!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: And Houston....

Judge/Crowd: THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge hands his Light-Heavyweight title over to the ref and waits for his opponent.)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
The Judge whips Reno Fontayne into the ropes, but Reno Fontayne reverses it.
The Judge almost takes Reno Fontayne's head off with a clothesline
The Judge executes a piledriver on Reno Fontayne.
The Judge takes Reno Fontayne down with a splash.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
The Judge sends Reno Fontayne into the turnbuckle.
Reno Fontayne comes back and rocks The Judge with an elbow.
Reno Fontayne uses a chop on The Judge.
Reno Fontayne hits an inverted DDT on The Judge.
Reno Fontayne hits a flying kneedrop on The Judge.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Reno Fontayne.
Reno Fontayne hits The Judge with an eye gouge.
Reno Fontayne goes for a bulldog, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge punches Reno Fontayne.
The chants for The Judge are deafening.
The Judge chops Reno Fontayne.
The Judge uses neckbreaker on Reno Fontayne.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.
The Judge hits a piledriver on Reno Fontayne.
The Judge nails Reno Fontayne with a legdrop.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Judge smacks Reno Fontayne with a devastating clothesline .
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.
The Judge goes for a DDT, but Reno Fontayne counters it with a backdrop.
Reno Fontayne nails The Judge with a chop.
Reno Fontayne punches The Judge.
Reno Fontayne punches The Judge.
The crowd is wildly cheering Reno Fontayne with only a few scattered boos
audible.
The Judge chops Reno Fontayne.
The chants for The Judge are deafening.
Reno Fontayne kicks The Judge.
Reno Fontayne doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he
's getting.
Reno Fontayne nails The Judge with a double underhook suplex.
Reno Fontayne executes a double underhook suplex on The Judge.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Reno Fontayne executes a series of punches on The Judge.
Reno Fontayne stands on the top rope and fixes his hair..
The boos are resurfacing again.
Reno Fontayne nails The Judge with a chop.
Reno Fontayne uses an inverted DDT on The Judge.
Reno Fontayne whips The Judge into the ropes.
Reno Fontayne uses a chop on The Judge.
Reno Fontayne catches The Judge in a sleeperhold.
The Judge reaches the ropes after 10 seconds.
Reno Fontayne kicks The Judge.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Reno Fontayne punches The Judge.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Reno Fontayne hits The Judge.
Reno Fontayne executes a bulldog on The Judge.
Reno Fontayne doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he
's getting.
Reno Fontayne gives the sign for the Glamour Shot.
Reno Fontayne executes the Glamour Shot on The Judge.
The crowd is wildly cheering Reno Fontayne with only a few scattered boos
audible.
Reno Fontayne goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Reno Fontayne hits The Judge with a chop.
Reno Fontayne goes for an eye gouge, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge hits Reno Fontayne with a scissor kick.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The chants for The Judge are deafening.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is The Judge!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>
 

(Witherspoon is walking around in the back and heading for his dressing area, when Tobey Miliken attacks him from behind. Tobey hits Witherspoon over the head with garbage can lid.)

Tobey: Time to take out the trash, hey Spoony?

(Tobey grabs Witherspoon and throws him through the door of the mens room. Witherspoon is lying on the floor. Tobey walks over and picks him up and throws him through the mirror over the sink. The mirror breaks into a million pieces.)

Tobey: I always said you had a face that would break a mirror.

(Tobey takes off his suit jacket and then kicks Witherspoon in the ribs. Tobey walks over and grabs the top off of one of the toilets and throws it at Witherspoons head, breaking it into two pieces. Withespoon is bleeding badly from facial cuts and gashes. Tobey walks over gingerly and straddles Witherspoon. Tobey pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and puts them on his right hand and then starts to pound away at Witherspoons face. Witherspoon is struggling but Tobey keeps beating him.)

Tobey: I have had enough of you each week walking out here like you're the King of England or something. So let's show the world what Witherspoon is really like.

(Tobey grabs the bleeding Witherspoon by his hair and drags him back down the hall. Witherspoon is almost out cold. Tobey picks him up and throws him over his shoulder and walks to the ring with him.)

King: What is going on here JR?

JR: I think Tobey just wants to humilate Witherspoon some more.

(Tobey tosses Witherspoon into the ring. He has blood rolling down his face and is trying to stand but keeps falling down.)

Tobey: This is your TV Champion. Just look at him.

(Witherspoon manages to stand up and Tobey runs and clotheslines him back to the mat.)

Tobey: You'll stay down until I tell you to get up.

(Tobey paces inside the ring.)

Tobey: This is the man that you all have to look at every week wearing this belt.

(Tobey walks over and grabs the TV Title from around the waist of Witherspoon.)

Tobey: This is just disgusting. Look you got blood all over it just look at it.

(Witherspoon is spitting up blood and the EMT's come down to the ring but Tobey stops them.)

Tobey: You all come one step closer and I swear to God I will finish him like a Mortal Comat video game.

(The EMT's stop.)

Tobey: Smart decision. Now as I was saying, this is your TV champion? What a disgrace. What a piece of crap. Well Spoon the whole world wants to know, how did you get so lucky to become the nastiest looking TV Champion in the history of the BMWF.

(Tobey walks over to Spoon, but Spoon is just making gurgling sounds.)

Tobey: Man, I hope I didn't break your neck, you pathetic piece of garbage. Hey you, EMT, throw me a chair up here.

(The EMT just looks at Tobey and shakes his head.)

Tobey: If you don't, you're going to need that stretcher your holding, now hand me that chair up here.

(The EMT tosses Tobey a chair. Tobey stands there and laughs and sits the chair up.)

Tobey: Come on Spoon let's set up and talk about our match.

(Tobey picks up Spoon and sits him in the chair.)

Tobey: What's the matter Spoon, cat got your tongue?

(Witherspoon can hardly hold his head up. He spits out more blood getting some on Tobey's shoes.)

Tobey: Did you just spit blood on my italian leather shoes. These shoes are Bruno Mali shoes. These shoes cost more than your life is worth. Well... I guess you're just going to have to pay for them now arent you.

(Tobey reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the brass knuckles and runs and hits Spoon, knocking him and the chair to the mat. Tobey stands over top of Spoon and spits in his face. Tobey then grabs the chair and starts beating Spoon over and over and over. Security and EMT's storm the ring and pull Tobey off. Tobey is being held to the ground while the EMT's strap Witherspoon to the stretcher.)

Tobey: GET OFF OF ME.... I AM TOBEY MILIKEN... GET OFF OF ME!

(The EMT's are trying to get Witherspoon stabilized when Tobey breaks away and jumps on the stretcher and starts beating on Witherspoon again.)

King: He's going to kill him.

JR: Tobey is beating on a man that has been in one match already, then sneak attacked and beaten some more, nearly killing him and this... this is just horrible behavior. I don't care how much you dislike your opponent this is uncalled for.

(Security holds Tobey back down again while EMT's quickly get Spoon back on the stretcher and race out of the ring with him. Tobey just keeps screaming.)

Tobey: I am TOBEY MILIKEN... HE HAS MY BELT... HE HAS MY BELT... THAT SON OF A....

King: Let's get out of here.

JR: We will be back in a moment folks.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

(The lights fade and a darkened green glow falls upon the arena as Extreme
Hardcore Entertainment flashes across the bruisertron. The crowd is already
booing when "Back Up" by 12 Stones blares over the PA system and the boos
grow louder as Hardcore Harry comes walking out onto the entrance ramp with
his water bottle in his hand. Harry slowly walks down to the ring and slides
in. Harry then calls for a microphone)

Harry: It has been some time since I have felt this good. No I am not
talking about any cheap, CHEAP, sex you Texans provide with your little
sleazy prostitutes!

(The crowd erupts with boos)

KING: YYYAAHHHHH!!!! Wait..

JR: Can he say that King?

Harry: I am in such a good mood because I have talked to the head honcho
himself, Kurt Dangle, and I have just been granted a Intercontinental
Championship rematch at the next pay per view!!!

(The crowd continues to boo)

Harry: Yes that is right, I will be getting back what was and still is
rightfully mine! Ezekiel you saw what happened tonight when you mock the
Ultraviolent Icon. Now if you were a smart lad you would just hand over the
Championship but no, your not that simple. You insist I drag you into this
ring and dismantle you limb by limb until there is nothing left but your
bloody torso to pin to take back my title!!!

(Harry wipes his mouth hiding his grin)

Harry: Last week Mafioso was supposed to be my example but that plan feel
through, so tonight I am taking on a long time rival, Myers... Myers I
remember back when we first got into the BMWF those some two long years ago
and a triple threat match was formed.

(Harry's pace begins to quicken)

Harry: The Judge, versus Myers, versus... Hardcore Harry. I remember it like
it was yesterday Myers! You walked out of the match victorious with a pin
fall over myself. Right then and there I thought to myself that you were the
real deal and that you were the best "Tuff Enuff" winner. but what happened?
You just like every other city slicker took off with your BLEEP tail between
your legs leaving just The Judge and I here to stay.

(Harry pauses)

Harry: Now look at us! Muti-time Champions, The Judge dominating the
Lightweight Division as I dominated the Hardcore Division. Both have came
crashing together bringing The Judge and I taking on each other in some very
historical matches. All in which I will never forget. Then not too long ago
you come poking you head back into the BMWF picture begging for your job
back.

(The crowd boos Harry's arrogance)

Harry: I for one wished the worst for you!!! And now tonight, it seems your
going to get it!!! Myers I had more respect for a man in the past named Dawg
with no one liked, not even his own mother! You wouldn't know him Myers
because you were too busy caring for yourself! Now is the time I finally get
to take you into this ring and teach you everything you have missed. I have
developed into a Ultraviolent Icon here Myers! I have competed in some of
the most dangerous and sadistic matches that you couldn't even hold in your
nightmares! And I am still standing here tonight!

(Harry takes a breath)

Harry: Myers, I never gave you a proper "welcome back" so just consider me
sending you straight to hell where you came from that proper welcome!!!


LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Loomis...
From Haddenfield...
Weighing in at 287 pounds...

Myers

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Hardcore Harry takes Myers down with a Russian legsweep.
Hardcore Harry takes Myers down with the Sky High.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits Myers with a clothesline.
Myers falls out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
The crowd is wildly cheering Hardcore Harry with only a few scattered boos
audible.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Hardcore Harry!

JR: What a match.

King: Yeah..sure.

(Harry is beginning to head up the ramp. Suddenly the lights go out.)

JR: Oh No!

(The sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena.)

King: Oh Yes!

(The lights go back on and Tamer is standing directly in front of Harry who’s eyes go wide. Tamer tackles Harry before he can react and begins to deliver left and right. Tamer stands and raises his hand in the air then picks Harry up and proceeds to ram Harry’s head into the turnbuckle post.)

*CLING*

JR: Is Harry about to suffer the same fate as Axe?

(Tamer quickly picks Harry up and again and whips him into the steel steps.)

*Smack*

( Harry is trying to stand while Tamer leans down next to the ring pulling out a fire extinguisher and a table. Harry is shaking off what just happened to him. Tamer picks up the fire extinguisher and sprays Harry in the face who immediately grabs his eyes and is quickly met with a fire extinguisher to the forehead.)

*BAM*

JR: This isn’t right!

(Tamer turns sets up the table and smacks it. Harry is holding his head which is now bleeding Tamer picks up Harry and quickly hoist Harry into the powerbomb position. Tamer then drives Harry through the table with a viscous PowerBomb.)

*CRASH*

JR: Good Gawd! Harry has been decimated!

(Tamer smiles walking backwards up the ramp. Tamer shrugs, then turns, and goes to the back.)

>>>
 
(We see Couch knocking on a locker room door. The camera looks over the shoulder of Couch and focuses on the nameplate which states ‘Ezekiel’. There is no answer and Couch enters, the camera pans around showing an empty room excluding the fixtures. Couch motions for them to leave, exiting the room and closing the door behind him)
 
Ezekiel: Couch what are you doing?
 
(Ezekiel is walking down the corridor, looking fairly annoyed at Couch)
 
Couch: Uh… well… people have a right to know about you…
 
Ezekiel: Who dictates that notion, you?
 
Couch: Well not just me, there is…
 
(Couch checks himself before continuing)
 
Ezekiel: Continue Couch, explain why you decided to pry into my locker room.
 
Couch: I’m just doing my job.
 
Ezekiel: As I said earlier you were still getting your interview, though you have put that in jeopardy with your actions. Take your leave now Couch.
 
>>> 

(Lowedown is seen sitting in the bWo locker room as he is seen going over applications for the bWo tournament. Lowedown's face turns to confusion as he tries to read one of them. Lowedown looks over at Flame and asks her to help him...)

Lowedown:Baby? Can you read this? What langauage is this?

Flame:I can't tell if it's french or spanish. Hell, it might not even be a language honey. It's even got some symbols! Look right there! That's a chicken!

Lowedown:A chicken? What the hell is going on here? I am trying to re-build the most dominant stable in the business and I'm getting a half @$$ed collection of people!

Flame:Well, not all of them are bad. You've got Reno in there and you might get Black in there as well if we can talk to him tonight.

Lowedown:That's true. I just don't get these ones over here. This one here is from Japan and this one here is from Uganda! Does the BMWF have an exchange program for wrestlers?

Flame:They must have one. If Tobey got here from his planet, they'll take anybody!

Lowedown:Good point. Well, I'll get ready for my match up with Shane now.

(Lowedown gets out of his chair and cracks his knuckles and then sits back down...)

Lowedown:Okay then. I'm all warmed up.

Flame:That's all you're going to do?

Lowedown:Of course not silly.

(Lowedown then leans to the side and lets out some gas...)

Lowedown:Back away because I am very warmed up now!

Flame:You sicko!

fade...

>>>

(Kolic is seen in a training room practicing martial arts moves. Suddenly,
the door opens, and Kate is met with a boot near her face, which she quickly
ducks.)

Kolic: Good reflexes. You need those; you never know when life can suddenly
change.

(Kate smiles at this comment.)

Kate: No, you sure don't.

(Kolic quickly kisses Kate)

Kolic: Great to see you again. Not nearly as good as wrestling again, but...

Kate: Ha ha. (Kate gives Kolic a weak shove) Glad to know I'm loved. How is
the training going?

Kolic: I'm getting there. It's feeling more and more natural every day.

Kate: I still don't understand why you have to face one of the BMWF's top
stars in your second match back.

Kolic: I tried to figure that out, but I've given up. I guess Bruiser wants
to test me to make sure I'm up to snuff, and Z's one of the hardest tests
around. I don't have much of a chance to win, but I'm going to give it all
God gives me.

Kate: That's the attitude. I wish you the best of luck tonight.

Kolic: I no longer deal in luck. It will happen, or it won't. Still, thank
you for your support.

Kate: You're welcome. You go get 'em!

Kolic: Will do. I'll see you after the match, ok?

Kate: Ok, goodbye honey!

(Kolic and Kate share a quick hug before Kolic leaves for his match.)

Fade

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

Fighting out of Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

(The Bruisertron shows two clocks that, after a few seconds, reach noon. The
clocks spin in a circle, fast enough to meld into a continuous white circle.
The letter fades out, revealing KOLIC in white letters as "Time and Time
Again" by Chronic Future plays.)

PA: Inspiring, shining, heh, rising,
And when you're in my way I'm not dividing
Me from you cause we're working together...

(Kolic comes out onto the stage to universal applause. He waves to the fans,
then runs down the ramp, high-fiving the right side of the stands before
jumping onto the ring apron and somersaulting over the top rope. He bounces
off the ring ropes and waits for his opponent.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

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

("Victory" blasted throughout the arena as Master Z entered through the curtain. The crowd booed him and threw garbage at him as he struts down the ramp. Master Z slides the shades off his eyes and flexes upon getting to the ring.)

JR: It was just last week where Master Z practically took on 3 men on his own!
KING: ANd not just any three men, he beat Maverick, Tamer, and Lowedown! What a guy!
JR: There is no question he is one of the best!

(Master Z calls for a microphone.)

Master Z: Good evening to all you scum out there who dares to throw trash in the direction of the Master and Ruler of the World! Well it doesn't matter what any of you think! I told you that I'd beat Maverick and Tyrone, and I did just that!

JR: But it wasn't TYrone! It was Tamer!

Master Z: Oh I forgot... Tyrone Smith wasn't there! He was too chicken to step into the ring with the man that would be devastating him and taking his title in the near future! Not only did I beat those two, I took care of Lowedown as well!

(Master Z smiles and taunts some more fans.)

Master Z: I'm still waiting for you to get out here and face me like a man, Tyrone Smith! I'm ont gonna stop til you do! Until then I'll just have to take out this Kolic fool!

JR: Master Z attacks Kolic before the bell!

Master Z kicks Kolic in the groin when he's not looking

*DING DING*

JR: Master Z takes down Kolic with a hair pull

Master Z gorilla presses Kolic High in the air

(Master Z pumps Kolic up and down several times before letting him soar clear across the ring and into the turnbuckle.)

JR: Master Z has really turned up the juice lately, King! Look at the intensity!

KING: I can see that, JR! I just hope Tyrone sees it and gets out of town before it's too late for him! HA HA!

(Master Z chokes down Kolic until he is unconscious on the mat.)

JR: Master Z throws Kolic over the top rope.
Master Z goes through the ropes.
Master Z shoves Kolic into the guardrail.
Master Z uses a legdrop on Kolic.
Master Z whips Kolic into the guardrail.
Master Z hits Kolic with throat punch.
Master Z flexes for the crowd.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Master Z goes for a sidewalk slam, but Kolic counters it with a DDT.
Kolic gets back into the ring.
Master Z follows him back in.
Kolic hits Master Z with a frog splash.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic nails Master Z with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Master Z begs off.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Master Z gets a chokehold on Kolic.
Jack Slone warns Master Z to let go.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three, four.

JR: Master Z bounces Kolic off the ropes

Kolic rebounds being caught by Master Z in mid air

Devastating Sidewalk Slam by Master Z!

(Master Z drops an elbow into the spine of Kolic then continues to step on the throat of his opponent. Master Z smiles and flexes while the referee counts.)

JR: Master Z lifts Kolic up to his feet by the hair!

Master Z suplexes Kolic

Master Z gives Kolic a rope burn

Master Z is strutting around while Kolic feels around the ring blindly!

Master Z is just teasing Kolic while slapping him in the face!

JR: Master Z backwards low-blow kicks Kolic!

That was out of the referee's viewline!

Master Z shoves Kolic hard into the ropes he follows in with a clothesline

KING: Yahh! I can't watch!

JR: Master Z looks as if he's setting up Kolic for the Atomic Driver! This one will be over folks!

*CRUNCH*

JR: Atomic Driver on Kolic!

Master Z makes the cover without hooking the leg!
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is wildly cheering Master Z with only a few scattered boos audible.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Master Z!

JR: We'll be right back!

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out. He stands at the top of the rampway staring coldly into the ring. He looks back and "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blasts and Ash steps out. They walk down to the ring together as the boos get louder and louder. They step through the ropes and Scotty and Ash stand side by side in the middle of the ring.)

Scotty: Ya know... I been 'round this federation for a long time... Been everything that a man could dream of as far as rasslin' goes. I have been World Champion on three occassions. Twice I have been the Intercontential Champion. I was the longest regiening US champion in the BMWF not once but twice... I have held the TV title more than once... I have held the Hardcore title five times... Been the World Tag Team champions once... I've even held the Gold Belt... Ya know... The title they call the All American title. So I've been a champion here more times than most of these pukes have even dreamt 'bout... So what happened last week... Was nothin' more than a fluke... That crap happens... But this week... We have the chance of a lifetime... We get ta beat Tamer and Tyrone for the World Tag Team titles right here... So all ya's out there still on yer butts eattin' yer potatoe chips, drinkin' whateva beverage ya wanna drink, tellin' yer woman sittin' beside ya that ya could do that... So's ya's can see what a dominate tag team is really like... I told Ash earlier and I'm tellin' everyone out there... Play time... It's ova.... The dynasty... It begins right here tanight.... And nobody betta even think 'bout stickin' their stinkin' noses in it... As for amer and Tyrone... Call yerselves whateva ya wanna... Yer lookin' at the next World Tag Team Champions...

Ash: It's funny sometimes. You sit in the back, and listen to the things being said about you. From the talk you'd think we're partially feared, and then partially overlooked at the same time. Truth is that's probally a fair assesment. I mean we've got huge untapped potential, but haven't really shown the world what we're capable of. But know this, when we finally stop screwing around, and start doing what we say we're going to do, there shouldn't be anyone overlooking, there should only be fear and preperation. Because if you're standing in our way, it's only a matter of time before we get what we have coming to us. That's not a threat, it's a promise.

(Ash tosses the mic to Lilly Garcia and Scotty and Ash exit the ring.)
 

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