Date : 10/4/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : BMWF Arena Adrian MI

(The show opens inside the BMWF Arena Adrian MI. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out BMWF Arena Adrian MI! 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: Yes, and we have a NEW WORLD CHAMPION!

(The arena walls shake from bass as “Victory” echoes throughout the arena.)

JR: We know this can only mean one thing!

KING: It’s an earthquake?

JR: No! Our NEW World champion Master Z has arrived!

(Master Z emerges from behind the entrance curtain. His golden shades glimmer in the white spotlights along with both the US and World titles draped over each shoulder. Master Z holds his massive arms high in the air igniting a chorus of boos from the fans.)

JR: Master Z is so arrogant!

KING: You would be arrogant too, JR! He said that he’d beat Tyrone for the title and he did just that!

(Master Z walks down to the ring and enters. He is tossed a mic from the outside.)

Master Z: How dare you all boo the greatest wrestler of all time, Master Z! You people still don’t understand do you? This belt was mine to begin with! I took it when I decided I wanted it. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was Tyrone Smith, Lowedown, Maverick, or any BMWF superstar that held it! What I want I take! There is nobody here who can stop me! Master Z is the reigning champ and I will remain the reigning champ until I decide that I am through!

JR: I doubt that, King!

KING: Shhhh, he might hear you!

Master Z: I bet you all are asking yourself what will I do next? I’ll tell you! I’m going to do nothing!

JR: What? Nothing?

Master Z: That’s right! I’m going to stand here and wait. I’m going to wait until Maverick brings his sorry *BLEEP* out here and tries to get involved. I’m going to wait until Tyrone Smith comes crying to me asking me to please give him his title back! I’m going to wait until Lowedown reassembles his puny bWo and tries to organize a gang to destroy the all powerful Master Z! And you know what? Each and every time someone comes after me I’m going to take them down! One by one everyone will fall to the reign of Master Z! Now excuse me while I go shine up the gold!

(Master Z drops the mic to the mat with a thud. He turns, slides his shades back over his eyes, and makes his exit.)

JR: Let's go to the ring for our first match!

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Friar Fergus...
Fighting out of St. Michaels Cathedral...
Weighing in at 183 pounds...

Altar Boy Mark

(Catholic choir music plays as Altar Boy Mark, wearing his altar boy robe makes his way to the ring along with Friar Fergus. He blesses the fans as he walks to the ring. After getting into the ring, he blesses it.)

KING: Look! Friar Fergus just flashed us! YAHHH!

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Charlotte, NC...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Rod "The Truth" Killings

(Goofy rap music plays as Killings dances to the ring.)

KING: Why us this guy called "The Truth"? He should be called "The Moron"!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Altar Boy Mark hits a chop on Rod Killings.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a kick to the midsection, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings hits Altar Boy Mark with an uppercut.
Rod Killings sets up Altar Boy Mark on the turnbuckle.
Rod Killings executes a superplex on Altar Boy Mark.
Rod Killings is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rod Killings executes a series of punches on Altar Boy Mark.
Rod Killings covers Altar Boy Mark.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Rod Killings hits an armdrag takedown on Altar Boy Mark.
Rod Killings whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes, but Altar Boy Mark
reverses it.
Rod Killings misses with a clothesline.
Rod Killings misses with a clothesline.
Rod Killings hits Altar Boy Mark with a clothesline.
Rod Killings whips Altar Boy Mark into the ropes, but Altar Boy Mark
reverses it.
Altar Boy Mark misses with a shoulderblock.
Rod Killings hits Altar Boy Mark with a kick.
Rod Killings goes for a hiptoss, but Altar Boy Mark counters it with a facerake.
Altar Boy Mark hits Rod Killings with a spinning DDT.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Altar Boy Mark whips Rod Killings into the ropes, but Rod Killings reverses it.
Altar Boy Mark hits Rod Killings with a kick.
Altar Boy Mark blesses the ring.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Rod Killings springs to his feet.
Rod Killings executes a superkick on Altar Boy Mark.
Rod Killings uses a kick to the thigh on Altar Boy Mark.
Rod Killings uses a Japanese armdrag takedown on Altar Boy Mark.
Rod Killings takes Altar Boy Mark down with a forearm smash.
Rod Killings executes a slap on Altar Boy Mark.
Rod Killings throws Altar Boy Mark out of the ring.
Rod Killings rolls out under the bottom rope.
Friar Fergus comes from behind and distracts Rod Killings.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Altar Boy Mark gets back into the ring.
Rod Killings follows him back in.
Altar Boy Mark executes a chop on Rod Killings.
Altar Boy Mark hits a dropkick to the knee on Rod Killings.
Altar Boy Mark chops Rod Killings.
You could hear a pin drop.
Altar Boy Mark punches Rod Killings.
Rod Killings hits Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark hits Rod Killings.
You could hear a pin drop.
Altar Boy Mark punches Rod Killings.
Altar Boy Mark hits an enzuigiri on Rod Killings.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a hiptoss, but Rod Killings counters it with a lariat.
Rod Killings executes a flying legdrop on Altar Boy Mark.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Rod Killings executes the Hat Rack Crack on Altar Boy Mark.

KING: Hat Rack Crack? Look out! Fergus is doing the Monk Butt Crack!

JR: Friar Fergus enters the ring and hits Rod Killings with a chair.
Al Johnson disqualifies Altar Boy Mark.
The crowd is really behind Rod Killings.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Rod Killings!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Scotty and Ash are talking in their locker room.)

Scotty: I bet we could do it.

Ash: I'm telling you, it can't be done. And you're not the one to do it.

Scotty: I really think we could do this.

Ash: It's not a walk in the park to hold a belt, it can't just be anyone.

Scotty: I know... That is what will make this thin' work to prefection.

(Ash smiles.)

Ash: Look, I don't think it can be done, and I'm not about to waste my time trying to get it done, so let's just let the idea die.

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(Camera shows shoddy looking ’97 Volkswagen pull into the parking lot of the arena, where Michael Bole is standing by, microphone in hand. As the vehicle comes closer into view, a red flower with a caption “Flower Power” can be seen painted on the hood. Eventually the Volkswagen pulls into a parking space and Brodie Manson steps out of the driver’s side.)
 
Bole: Oi, it’s you.
 
Brodie: Oh come on Michael don’t be like that.
 
(The car’s engine begins to grumble, but Brodie quiets it with one slap to the hood.)
 
Brodie: So what was it- -?
 
(The car wheezes again, Brodie pounds on the hood again, the noise stops.)
 
Bole: I was assigned to come here to - -
 
(The car’s grumbling continues and clouds of smoke begin to seep through the crevices of the hood.)
 
Bole; Is everything ok here?
 
Brodie: (confidently) Yes, hold on.
 
(Brodie turns and slams her fist onto the hood a hard eight times and the car goes silent. She waits and listens for a moment but the sound doesn’t resume.)
 
Brodie: (Turning to Bole) Ok now what were you saying?
 
Bole: Well, tonight you have your first match against Ms. Francine, what are your thoughts.
 
Brodie: (Shrugs.) I don’t like her.
 
Bole: Well, why is that?
 
Brodie: I dunno. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be around here, you’re not supposed to like your opponent?
 
Bole: Well most of the time, but there’s got to be a reason why you don’t like her.
 
Brodie: Mmmm…
 
Bole: Nothing at all?
 
Brodie: Ahhh….
 
Bole: Please take your time.
 
Brodie: Ermmm, well…
 
Bole: Well what…?
 
Brodie: Nothing. I have to go. Goodbye, doll.
 
Bole: Wait, what?
 
(Before Bole can finish Brodie runs down the hall, leaving Michael standing alone.)
 
(close.)

(Witherspoon is sitting in his locker room, smoking a cigarette and looking at the wall.  A sudden knock breaks him from his concentration and he glances at the door.  He puts his cigarette out and grabs up his post maul, walking to the door.)
 
Witherspoon:  Who is it?
 
Voice:  It’s Michael Bole, I’m here to do an interview!
 
(Witherspoon slowly cracks the door open, using his foot to keep it in place.  He glances outside.  Seeing Michael Bole and a camera crew he sets his Post maul to the side and lets them in.)
 
Witherspoon:  Alright, come on in.
 
Bole:  Thanks Spoon.  Why the caution?
 
Witherspoon:  Cause, It’s best to be that way.
 
Bole:  Fair enough.  First question, Howitzer is allowing you a rematch for the World Television Championship, with you choosing a stipulation.  However, if you loose this match then Howitzer is never going to let you have another match.  What are your thoughts?
 
Witherspoon:  Well, I’m game.  I want the match to be at the PPV, but he’s all talking about how he has plans and that it can be the Bedlam before.  Know what I think?  I think Howitzer is scared to face me one on one in the ring at a Pay per View with a belt on the line.  That’s what his stipulation is about.  He knows that Miliken will interfere, someone will get disqualified, and that will be that.  He’s not sure if he would come out on top in a match between us.
 
Bole:  Well, he did pin you at Fallout.
 
Witherspoon:  This is very true Bole, but Tobey was in that ring too.  That is an entirely different situation then if it was just me and him.
 
Bole: What do you think about his thing with your fall is going to come when you hear the sound of the real Madman.
 
Witherspoon:  That was clever, but if he thinks Ozzy is a madman, then he’s got another thing comin.  I mean, he did have a few good songs, and he was bittin heads off animals and stuff.  Fake animals, but what do you expect from a brit?  What’s he doin now?  He’s on a reality show.  He’s nothing but a washed up sell out.  Ozzy ain’t got nothing on me.
 
Bole:  Wanna give us an idea about the stipulation you are cooking up?
 
Witherspoon:  It’s descending into a type of hell this fed has never seen before Bole.
 
Bole:  Well, alright, thank you Witherspoon.  Any final words that you have?
 
Witherspoon:  Yea, Howitzer, quit being a disgrace to Marines everywhere, and get me in that PPV match.

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(Pomp and Circumstance plays and Tobey Miliken makes his way down to the ring. Tobey is wearing a black suit and black tie. His hair is pulled back in a pony tail. He power walks to the ring and walks up the ring steps and stands in the middle of the ring.)

Tobey: Last week was a travesty. A tragedy. A match that should have never happened, happened. And a man that should have never won a title won and the man that should be the champion is standing here with nothing around his waist.
(The crowd chants "YOU SUCK")

Tobey: Obviously you people don't understand do you. I mean know that this is a little hick town, but come on surely you people are smart enough to see that Howitzer is a loser. He should never have won that match. The only reason that Howitzer won that match was because he waited until Spoon and I had beaten our selves into a complete ballivion and then he took advantage and pinned Spoon.
Well tonight I promise you all, I WILL GET MY BELT BACK.

King: That's funny I never knew he had it.

JR: I don't like the sound of this King.

Tobey: Now excuse me, I have business to take care of.

(Tobey leaves the ring and he has a look of determination on his face.)

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KING: JR, what is "a complete ballivion"?

JR: I think that comes after a gazillion!

KING: YAHHH!

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(The scene opens up to the backstage hallways of the arena. The show has already begun, and many of the workers backstage hustle around frantically trying to make all of their deadlines for tonight’s show. The camera pans closer to the ground where Brodie Manson has a portable stereo plugged into an outlet and is strewn out on a yoga mat with her legs pulled behind her head.)
 
Voice on radio: Now hold this pose and take a deep breath, allowing the positive energy to flow through your veins…
 
(Brodie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.)
 
Brodie: A deep breath…
 
(Brodie exhales.)
 
Brodie: Positive energy…
 
(She swallows and takes a larger breath than before.)
 
Brodie: Flowing through my veins.
 
(She exhales once again.)
 
(By now two female workers, dressed in black, walk by. They notice Brodie lying in the middle of the hall, stopping in their tracks both of them eye the new girl suspiciously.)
 
Female Worker #1: What the--?
 
(Brodie notices the women looking at her and reassures them.)
 
Brodie: Oh, it’s ok don’t worry about me. I won’t get in the way.
 
(She tries to give them the ‘thumbs up’ but can’t given the position she’s in.)
 
Female Worker #2: Well… why don’t you move into the Women’s locker room?
 
Brodie: (Staring straight ahead in deep concentration) I was in there but they kicked me out.
 
Female Worker #1: Why?
 
Brodie: I dunno, I guess I was a bit of a distraction.
 
(She chuckles to herself before releasing her pose and adjusts into a ‘seated forward bend’.)
 
Brodie: Go figure, right?
 
(Beads of sweat begin to slide down Brodie’s forehead and onto the mat, as the pose she’s in becomes more difficult.)
 
Female Worker #2: I see.
 
Brodie: Can you guys hold on for a bit? I’m almost done.
 
(The two women look at each other again as Brodie maintains her pose. The woman on the radio begins to count down.)
 
Voice on radio: You may release in 5…4…3…2…1.
 
Brodie: Thank goodness!
 
(Brodie releases and lies down on her back, completely out of breath.)
 
Voice on radio: Now you may go on with your day with a flexible body and mind. Thank you.
 
Brodie: Thank you!
 
(Brodie grabs her water bottle and takes a quick swig. She slowly climbs to her feet and stands facing the two women.)
 
Brodie: Well, I got a match now, see you gals later.
 
(Brodie trots off as the two women watch her exit.)
 
(close.)

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KING: JR, I think I saw Brodie in a TV commercial the other day!

JR: Oh? Which one?

KING: The one where the kid puts her feet behind her head and starts rolling all over the ground!!

JR: Ouch!

KING: YAHHHH!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Olympia, Washington...
Weighing in at 145 pounds...

Brodie Manson

("Cherry Lips" by Garbage starts to play over the sound system. As the vocals start, the curtain separates and a figure appears in its place. Out steps Brodie Manson, wearing a red power dress and red fairy wings. Brodie blows a kiss to the noisy crowd as she heads down the ramp. She reaches ringside, and Brodie climbs the steps and slips into the ring. Following up, Brodie strides to the center of the ring and completes three neat spins on the tips of her toes before her music cuts off.)

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

Francine

("Come Out and Play" by Offspring blares over the P.A. As the lights go all around the building out from the curtains and onto the stage steps Ravven. He is greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd, mostly boos. Francine steps out gets a major league crowd pop. Ravven does the crucifix with his arms but gets booed by the crowd. Embalmer comes to the stage as well. They walk to the ring. Once there, Ravven rolls under the ropes, stands up and gives the crucifix sign. Francine enters between the second and top ropes revealing her skimpy panties as she does so. Ravven sits down in the corner. The music stops and the lights come up.)

RAVVEN: Trust and hate, and love and fate, and I don't understand. Social grace, the human race, confuse me. These words I speak bring forth a world of emotions. Emotions of dreams lost, dreams found, and dreams I'll never see. So it is written. So it shall come to pass. But the questions is, "Will Francine win her match?" But isn't that the same question I've been asked time and time again since my childhood? Isn't the question really, "Are there any dreams, I'd like to sell?" Quote the Ravven...nevermore.

KING: What did he just say?

JR: I haven't a clue, King!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Brodie Manson throws Francine out of the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, Francine reenters the ring.
Brodie Manson runs into the ropes.
Brodie Manson hits Francine with a kick.
Brodie Manson executes a monkey flip on Francine.
Brodie Manson hits an airplane spin on Francine.
There are lots of chants for Brodie Manson.
Brodie Manson goes for a snap mare, but Francine blocks it.
Francine uses a hair pull on Brodie Manson.
Francine executes a facerake on Brodie Manson.
Francine runs into the ropes.
Brodie Manson misses with an elbow.
Francine hits Brodie Manson with a clothesline.
Brodie Manson falls out of the ring.
Francine rolls out under the bottom rope.
Ravven comes from behind and distracts Brodie Manson.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
Ravven comes from behind and distracts Brodie Manson.
Francine throws Brodie Manson back into the ring.
Francine runs into the ropes.
Francine misses with a shoulderblock.
Brodie Manson misses with a clothesline.
Francine hits Brodie Manson with a kick.
Francine covers Brodie Manson.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Francine runs into the ropes.
Francine hits Brodie Manson with an elbow.
Francine runs into the ropes.
Francine hits Brodie Manson with a clothesline.
Brodie Manson executes a bulldog on Francine.
Brodie Manson takes Francine down with a monkey flip.
Brodie Manson covers Francine.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Brodie Manson takes Francine down with an airplane spin.
The crowd is really behind Brodie Manson.
Brodie Manson nails Francine with a snap mare.
Brodie Manson executes the Starbelly on Francine.
There are lots of chants for Brodie Manson.
Brodie Manson goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
There are lots of chants for Brodie Manson.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Brodie Manson!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Backstage we go into the locker rooms, there we see Ezekiel strapping up his left knee)
 
Ezekiel:  Fallout taught me many things.  No one can deny the impact that it will have on the BMWF in the upcoming months.
 
(Ezekiel finishes strapping his knee and stands)
 
Ezekiel: We have new champions.  Most notably Master Z is once again the World Champion.  The man that through me off the roof of Madison Square Garden.  One day, Master Z, the light will be strong.  The light and the truth will find you wherever you are, and there will be retribution.
 
(Ezekiel takes a couple of paces, continuing to stretch his leg)
 
Ezekiel: And then there is Hardcore Harry.  A man lucky to come out alive never mind with the win.  Harry you were on your back for the entire match, but pulled out the eventual win with a Hardcore Hell.  Harry your time will come again, every time you walk around a corner think who is there waiting.  One day you may get a surprise.
 
And finally we have Kolic, a man just back to the BMWF and our All American champion.  Kolic claims to have found religion.  What is religion, an excuse to fight war.  Kolic your reign will come to an abrupt halt tonight.
 
(Ezekiel pauses)
 
Ezekiel: Lowedown you have granted my request for a match at next weeks Bedlam.  Keep your eyes open tonight, you may just like what you see.
 
Fade…

LILLY: This contest is match is scheduled for one fall.

From Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

(The arena lights go dark as a steady drum beat begins to play.  Suddenly two pyro’s shoot off from the stage and “Kashmir” By Led Zeplin blares from the speakers.  The lights flash back on and Witherspoon is standing on stage.  He’s wearing his Witherspoon shirt, black pants, his trenchcoat, and he has a Minnesota Twins Homer Hankey wrapped around his forehead.  The crowd boos loudly as Witherspoon walks down to the ring and slides into it.  He stands up and pulls a microphone from his trenchcoat.)
 
Witherspoon:  Well, here I am, a week after the Pay Per View, and I don’t have my World Television Title.  It happens.  I do have a rematch against Howitzer though, and at that time I will get it back.  I know you people want to see me and Howitzer whoop the tar out of each other at the end of this month.
 
*light crowd pop*
 
Witherspoon:  Yah, I do too, and I’m tryin to arrange that.  In the mean time though, it looks like me and Tobey are goin at each other one more time.  So Miliken, let’s get this started so your @$$ can tap out!
 
JR:  Witherspoon calling Tobey out!

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
Hailing from Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

(Pomp and Circumstance plays and Tobey makes his way down to the ring wearing his suit and tie still.)

King: What is Tobey doing? This is no way to dress for a match.

JR: Is he planning on fighting Spoon or is this all... well who knows with Tobey this man is as complex as quantum physics.

King: Yeah,I loved that show.

JR: What???

(Tobey enters the ring and has a mic.)

Tobey: Now Witherspoon, last week we both fought a heck of a match. And really neither of us should be naked around the waist. Unfortunately we are though. So how about tonight we just call this whole thing off and...

(Witherspoon attacks Tobey and the match starts.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

 
JR: Witherspoon and Tobey lock up in the middle of the ring.
Witherspoon pushes Tobey into the turnbuckle
Witherspoon chops across Tobey's chest
Witherspoon whips Tobey to the opposite corner
Witherspoon thrusts his shoulder into Tobey's stomach
Witherspoon starts to throw Tobey into the ropes, but Tobey reverses it
Tobey hits a swinging Neck breaker
Both men jump up to their feet and are circling each other!
They lock up again
Witherspoon Pushes Tobey away and he slams into the turnbuckle
Witherspoon flexes his muscles and cracks his neck, screaming at Tobey
The crowd boos Witherspoon

King: Witherspoon just through Tobey across the ring! YEAH!

JR: Witherspoon runs at Tobey, but Tobey rolls out of the way and Witherspoon hits the turnbuckle
Tobey hits a stinger Splash
Tobey tries for a flying headbutt, but Witherspoon rolls out of the way
Witherspoon lays a few boots to the small of Tobeys back
Witherspoon lifts him up and throws him into the ropes
Witherspoon hts a clothesline
Witherspoon locks in an arm bar
Tobey battles out
Tobey and Witherspoon are exchanging fists in the ring
Tobey Whips Witherspoon into the turnbuckle
Tobey goes for a stinger splash but Witherspoon moves out of the way
Witherspoon hits a suplex from the scond rope
Witherspoon goes for a pin
1...2... Kickout!

King: That was close!

JR: Witherspoon going for the first cover of the match

(Witherspoon leaps to his feet and jumps onto the turnbuckle, Throwing his right fist into the air, and pounding his chest with the other)

King: What is he doing, ignore the crowd and get on with the beating!

JR: Witherspoon hops down just as Tobey makes it to his feet
They both exchange rights in the ring
Witherspoon hits a massive haymaker to Tobey's gut, doubling him over
Witherspoon hits a suplex
Witherspoon locks in a Boston Crab
Tobey screams in pain and stretches his arm towards the rope
The ref checks on Tobey
Tobey tries to get out
The crowd is cheering slightly
Tobey fights over towards the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold
Witherspoon runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken executes a drop toehold on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken hits a punch to the side of the head on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Witherspoon hits Tobey Miliken with a clothesline.
Witherspoon goes for haymaker, but Tobey Miliken ducks out of the way.
Tobey Miliken nails Witherspoon with a flying cross bodypress.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken uses a flying cross bodypress on Witherspoon.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken hits Witherspoon with a rabbit punch.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Witherspoon hits Tobey Miliken with an elbow.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".
Witherspoon is met with a "Hogan, Hogan,..." chant.

KING: Hey! They want the Hulkster to come out and beat these guys up!

(Tobey takes his tie off and starts choking Witherspoon with it. The ref can't see because Tobey is directly on top of Witherspoon and hiding it well.)

JR: THAT IS ILLEGAL.

King: Only if the ref see's it.

(The ref suspects something and walks over. Tobey takes the tie and throws it into the crowd)

King: Now he got rid of it, are you happy JR?

(Tobey picks up Witherspoon and bull dogs him. Witherspoon is laying on the mat and is still gasping for air. Tobey climbs the turnbuckle and leaps and smashes Witherspoons head into the mat with a flying elbow.)

King: WOW that will leave a mark JR.

JR: Will Spoon be able to recover from that or what?

(Tobey throws Spoon out of the ring. Spoon is laying barely conscience on the ground. Tobey jumps out of the ring and picks up the ring steps and nails Witherspoon over the back of the head with the steps. Spoon is out. Tobey jumps back into the ring. The ref starts to count.)

one...two....three...four...five....six....seven....eight....nine....

(Tobey stops the count and grabs the ref and tells him to wait. Tobey exits the ring and the count starts over.)

Tobey grabs Witherspoon who is slowly coming at himself. Tobey throws Witherspoon into the ring.)

JR: Witherspoon goes for a clothesline, but Tobey Miliken ducks out of the way.
Tobey Miliken uses a missile dropkick on Witherspoon.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken nails Witherspoon with a swinging neckbreaker.
There is no crowd reaction.
Tobey Miliken attempts to place Witherspoon on the turnbuckle, but Witherspoon
blocks it.
Tobey Miliken chops Witherspoon.
There is no crowd reaction.
Tobey Miliken chops Witherspoon.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Tobey Miliken nails Witherspoon with a missile dropkick.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken hits a drop toehold on Witherspoon.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits Witherspoon with a kick.
Tobey Miliken gives the sign for the Director's Choice.
Tobey Miliken executes the Director's Choice on Witherspoon.
Witherspoon gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 6 seconds.
Tobey Miliken whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Tobey Miliken takes Witherspoon down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Witherspoon has Tobey locked in a headlock!
Tobey is fading
Witherspoon wrenches On Tobey's neck and yells for him to tap out
The ref checks on Tobey
Misty slaps against the ring apron
Tobey raises an arm in the air and waves it slightly
Witherspoon yanks on his head harder
Tobey's arm drops
Tobey is fading
The ref checks on Tobey
The ref lifts his arm and it drops
The ref lifts his arm a second time and it drops
The ref lifts his arm and it stays up
Witherspoon wrenches on Tobey's neck
Tobey slams his fist into Witherspoons head
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Tobey slams his fist into WItherspoon's head again and Witherspoon drops the hold
Witherspoon tried to lock in a boston crab but Tobey lunges foreward and grabs the bottom rope

King: Excellent strategy by Tobey here

JR: Thats true, Tobey is no amateur in the ring

King: Look at Witherspoon, he's got such a determined look on his face

JR: Witherspoon moves back and crouches down as Tobey uses the ropes to lift himself up

Tobey shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs
Tobey moves back towards the center of the rin
Witherspoon hits a massive Clothesline into Tobey, flooring him to the ground

King: YEAH!

JR: Witherspoon just floored Tobey with that Clothesline!

King: Tobey's head just bounced off the mat, that was brutal JR!

JR: Witherspoon goes for a cover
1..2... kick out!
Witherspoon for the cover again, lifting Tobeys leg up
1...2... kick out
Witherspoon Drives his fist into Tobey's head a few times and tries for the cover again
one...two...thre.. Kick out!

King: That was like 2 and 7/8 JR!

JR: Tobey Miliken uses neckbreaker on Witherspoon.
A few fans are booing Tobey Miliken, while a few others are cheering him.
Tobey Miliken takes Witherspoon down with a rabbit punch.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits Witherspoon with a kick.
Tobey Miliken takes Witherspoon down with a drop toehold.
Tobey Miliken sets up Witherspoon on the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken hits Witherspoon with Tree of Woe baseball slide.
Tobey Miliken sends Witherspoon into the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken charges in with the Stinger Splash, but Witherspoon lifts his leg.
Witherspoon puts Tobey Miliken in a hangman.
Tobey Miliken tries to escape the hold.
Tobey Miliken is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tobey Miliken tries to fight the pain.
Tobey Miliken tries to escape the hold.
Witherspoon lets go after 24 seconds.
Witherspoon goes for a headbutt, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken chops Witherspoon.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.

 
JR: Witherspoon bouncing off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Tobey kicks him in the gut
Tobey hits a double armed DDT
Tobey throws Witherspoon into the ropes and hits a swinging neck breaker
Tobey throws Witherspoon into the turnbuckle
Tobey hits a stinger splash
Tobey climbs onto the turnbuckle
Tobey hits a Missle dropkick as Witherspoon gets back to his feet
Tobey hits a rolling thunder on Witherspoon
Tobey goes for the cover
1...2... kick out
Tobey is getting under the crowds skin
Witherspoon and Tobey are exchanging blows in the middle of the ring
Tobey hits a neck breaker
Tobey goes for a flying cross body press, Witherspoon catches him and throws him, stumbling backwards from it and knocking the reff down.
Witherspoon throws Tobey from the ring
Witherspoon jumps up onto the turnbuckle and yells at the crowd
King: Ahh! The ref is knocked cold!

JR: How, Witherspoon just bumped into him

King: Don't ask silly questions JR, this is just how things go!

JR: Tobey has slid back into the ring with a steel chair!
Witherspoon drops down and is met with a steel chair to the face
Witherspoon has been busted open!
He's bleeding like a stuck pig!
Witherspoon is somehow still on his feet!
Witherspoon cracks his neck and flexes his muscles infront of Tobey

Witherspoon: Do it again Tobey it feels good!!

King: YEAH! What a psycho!

JR: Tobey can't beleive it!
Tobey goest to hit Witherspoon again, but Witherspoon grabs the chair and takes it from him. Slaming him with the chair!
Witherspoon raises the chair up and brings the hard side on Tobey's head, before throwing it from the ring
Witherspoon hits a Suplex
Tobey has been busted open!
Witherspoon goes for the cover, moving lifting Tobey' leg and moving his knee under it
The ref is still out!
Witherspoon goes to shake the ref
Misty jumps up on the apron and starts yelling at Witherspoon
Witherspoon points at her and yells back at her
Tobey runs up hits a small package
The ref is still out
Witherspoon kicks out and rolls to his feet
Witherspoon and Tobey go Nose to nose, yelling at each other
Tobey throw Witherspoon to the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it
Witherspoon clotheslines Tobey from the ring
Witherspoon slides from the ring and stomps on Tobey
Witherspoon throws Tobey into the steel steps
King: That looks like it hurt!

JR: Tobey is clutching his lower back!

King: Look, the ref is awake!

JR: The ref has started the count
Witherspoon and Tobey are exchanging fists in the ring
1
Witherspoon Suplexes Tobey
2
Witherspoon throws Tobey into the steel post
3
Witherspoon lifts Tobey up and rolls him into the ring
Witherspoon climbs up onto the apron and on top of the turnbuckle
Witherspoon jumps down and lands hard on Tobey's lower back
Witherspoon goes for a cover
The ref counts 1...2.. kick out!

Tobey Miliken kicks Witherspoon.
The crowd is going "We want Bart Farinus !".
Witherspoon chops Tobey Miliken.
Witherspoon hits Tobey Miliken.
The crowd is going "We want Bart Farinus !".
Witherspoon hits Tobey Miliken with haymaker.
Witherspoon smacks Tobey Miliken with a devastating clothesline .
Witherspoon uses a headlock on Tobey Miliken.

JR: Witherspoon has locked in a Boston Crab!
Tobey is screaming in pain!
Tobey is trying to reach the rope!
The ref check on Tobey
the ref asks if Tobey wants to quit
Tobey shakes his head
Tobey tries to crawl to the ropes
Witherspoon leans back
Tobey is inches from the ropes
Witherspoon drags Tobey to the middle of the reing
Tobey screams in frustration and pain
Tobey crawls to the ropes, his arms quivering in pain
Witherspoon leans back even farther
Tobey reaches out and grabs onto the ropes
Witherspoon drops the hold and rolls back
Tobey slowly makes it to his feet
Witherspoon wraps his arms around him and German Suplexes him

King: Witherspoon isnt giving Tobey a break here!

JR: Witherspoon throws Tobey into the ropes
Witherspoon goes for a clothesline
Tobey grabs Witherspoon’s arm!
Tobey is trying to lock in The Directors Choice!
The crowd is on their feet, cheering and booing
Witherspoon is fighting
Tobey is trying to force Witherspoon to the ground
Witherspoon locks his hands together
Tobey drops the hold and hits a neck breaker
Tobey lifts Witherspoon back to his feet
Tobey and Witherspoon are echanging fists in the ring
Tobey hits a rabbit punch to WItherspoon
Tobey punches the side of Witherspoons head
Tobey grabs onto Witherspoons arm

King: Tobey is going for The Direcotrs choice again!

JR: Witherspoon grabs Tobeys arm and locks in an Arm bar!
Tobey is bent over at the waist!
Witherspoon slides a foot betweens Tobey's legs
Witherspoon wraps his other leg over Tobey's head!
BINNED! Witherspoon has converted that arm bar into Binned!
Witherspoon is pulling on Tobeys back!
Tobey is screaming in pain!
The ref is asking Tobey if he wants to quit!

King: This is it JR!!

JR: Both of these men are a bloody mess!
Tobey is screaming in pain!
Witherspoon is telling him to tap
The ref is checking on Tobey
  WItherspoon is pulling on that hold!
Tobey is screaming
The ref asks Tobey if he wants to quit
Tobey shakes his head
Tobey fights to break free
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Tobey tries to reach the rope
Witherspoon pulls on Tobey
Tobey reaches his hand out
Misty tries to encourage Tobey
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Tobey Miliken is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tobey Miliken summons one last burst of energy.

Tobey Miliken manages to grab the ropes after being locked up for 14 seconds.
Witherspoon punches Tobey Miliken.
Witherspoon kicks Tobey Miliken.
Witherspoon punches Tobey Miliken.
Witherspoon takes Tobey Miliken down with a headbutt.
Witherspoon uses big boot to face on Tobey Miliken.
Witherspoon catches Tobey Miliken in a boot choke.

(Tobey flips over the top rope and lands to the outside of the ring surface. Tobey is trying to get to his suit jacket that he threw off early in the match. Witherspoon is slowly walking towards Tobey. Tobey has his jacket and is reaching for something inside. Witherspoon grabs Tobey and is nailed with a pair of brass knuckles that Tobey was hiding in his jacket pocket. Tobey throws the brass knuckles down and grabs Witherspoon.)

Tobey: IT IS TIME TO END THIS MATCH SPOONY BOY!

(Tobey has Witherspoon and throws him up on the spanish annoucnce table.)

KING: What? We don't have Spanish Announcers! YAHHH!

(Tobey then scoots the ring steps towards the table. Tobey jumps on top of the table and picks up Witherspoon and puts him into a pile driver position, but then picks him up over his shoulders and  then runs with Witherspoon on his back with a power bomb throws Witherspoon from the table into the ring steps. A big thud can be heard all over the arena as Witherspoons back hit the steps.)

King: OH MY GOD JR....OH MY GOD!

JR: Someone send out the medics this may have just went too far.

(Tobey slides back into the ring as the ref starts to count out Witherspoon.)

One...Two...Three....Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight...Nine...TEN...

JR: Tobey Miliken is met with a "Tobey Miliken sucks" chant.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Tobey Miliken!

(EMT's run towards the ring. Witherspoon is not moving. Tobey grabs the mic as he leaves the ring area.)

Tobey: Let me quote Dolph Lungren from the movie "Rocky V".  (Tobey then in his best Russian voice) "IF HE DIES...HE DIES". HA HA HA...

(Tobey leaves as the EMT's are taking care of Witherspoon.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>
 
(Ezekiel is walking through the corridor where he is approached by Bole)
 
Bole: Ezekiel can you spare a couple of minutes?
 
Ezekiel: What are you questions Bole?
 
Bole: You had a match of epic proportions at Fallout You must be devastated to have lost in such a closely contested battle.
 
Ezekiel: Disappointment is merely an obstacle, which gives us the opportunity to learn and improve.  I learnt a lot from the match, and it is time to go forward.  The light is shining on the truth; I know where the journey is going now.
 
People take heed; the future is here and now
 
(With that Ezekiel walks off)
 
Fade…

>>>

(Tobey is walking back stage and wiping the blood off of his forehead after his match with Spoon when Couch catches up to Tobey.)

Couch: Tobey once again it was an intense match with Spoon, but that last move, where you power bombed him from on top of the announcers table onto the ring steps... that might have been a very fatal move.

Tobey: Look Couch, there is no love lost between me and Witherspoon. I tried to get him to call this whole thing off, but he wouldnt. I only have one thing in mind right now and that is Howitzer who I hope was watching what I just did.

Couch: Well no one can dispute that you are certainly a man on a mission. But...

Tobey: Couch, there are no buts, except for that big one that you sit on every day. No Couch, there will be no buts. I WILL GET MY TITLE BACK...TONIGHT!

Couch: What??? But how???

Tobey: Just watch Couch, just watch.
 

JR: Well, King, we can say what we want about the now former world champ
Tyrone and now former All-American champ Tamer as far as their in-ring and
backstage antics go. However, both men have been through a personal hell, as
has the entire state of Florida, with these hurricanes. A record four
hurricanes have hit the Sunshine State.

King: Yeah, JR. Five, if you count Ivan, which hit twice.

JR: Indeed, the last two hurricanes did complete loops and U-Turns just to
hit the state. All the same, cameras followed the two men as they returned
to their West Palm Beach, Florida home after last Monday's Bedlam. This is
what they found.

(The scene cuts to a daytime shot of a familiar black and red Diablo GTR
pulling up into a driveway. Tyrone and Tamer climb out of the car and their
faces go blank at what they see past the camera.)

Tamer: Holy...

Tyrone: (beep)

(The camera turns to look at their mansion. It is heavily damaged. There is
a sizeable hole in the roof on the right wing. A tree has fallen through the
leftmost outer wall. The two men walk up to the front door. Tyrone unlocks
the front door then opens it. About six gallons of stagnant rain water pours
out of the open doorway)

Tyrone: Ya must be rass (beep)in' me.

Tamer: What the hell, man?

Tyrone: (heavy sigh) Well, dat's a hurricane for ya...

Tamer: This is normal?!

Tyrone: Yup. We're lucky actually...

Tamer: LUCKY?!!!! Tyrone, the house is pretty much totaled. How are you so
calm about this?

Tyrone: B'cuz...

Tamer: Because?

Tyrone: Yeah, man... b'cuz... dis (beep) don't even matter anymore man.
Firs' we get (beep)ed for our belts... ALL of 'em. Each week, we get screwed
each week by da whole 'tire fed... DIS (points to the house) Josh, is da
icing on our (beep)in' (beep) cake. An if dat's what we're gettin', den so
damn be it. I'm tired of (beep)in' fightin' an' gettin' nowhere wit' it.
Now, we've got cleanin' up to do.

(Tyrone walks into the house, leaving Tamer standing at the front door)

Tamer: Are you serious?

(Tamer follows Tyrone in and the door shuts behind him. The scene cuts back
to the announcers' table)

JR: Oh my. Tyrone's home of four years now is completely destroyed.

King: I say it's Karma JR. Those two deserve everything they're getting.

JR: I hate to say it, King. But it could just be Karma catching up with
those two.

>>>

(The camera zooms in on Ash and Scotty arguing in the back of the arena.)

Ash: You could not.

Scotty: I could too.

Ash: You think you can take anyone in this federation and turn him into a champion? And not some low-stake worthless belt either, a real championship.

Scotty: I could do it without batting an eyelash.

Ash: Aight, I got a thousand bucks says you can't. But I get to pick the guy.

Scotty: Fair enough.

(Ash looks up and down the hall and notices the judge sitting in the hallway looking dejected.)

Ash: Him. I'll bet you can't turn the judge into a champion within 2 months.

(Scotty looks over and shakes his head.)

Scotty: I see, you're going to make this a real challenge for me. Ok, watch me in action.

(Scotty walks over beside the judge and taps him on the shoulder. The judge snaps out of his trance and looks over at Scotty startled.)

Judge: Scotty...uh..What can I do for you?

Scotty: I noticed last week ya failed to win another belt. I know ya the Light-Heavyweight champ and all tha, but it looks like ya want more than that. If ya willing to let me help ya, I think I can make that happen.

Judge: Uh.. no offense Scotty. But you and I don't exactly go back with a great history. I mean, everytime I see jumper cables I still get this sick feeling in my stomach.

Scotty: All that's in the past... We saw what happened ta ya last week. I know it was heart breakin' for ya not ta win the All-American title... Judge... How long ya been in the BMWF?

Judge: 2 years. But sometimes I still feel like I'm in the same place.

Scotty: Mah point exactly, now if yer willin' ta settle for just gettin' yer name in a few papas 'round the world then yer doin' ok. But if ya wanna make a name for yerself...

Ash: Far be it for me to lend a hand here. But you are looking at two guys that have had some success.

Scotty: We have held more titles than ya've had pieces of...

Ash: This may be your only chance to make it up w/o spending the rest of your career clawing your way up the ladder slowly. Think on this kid...

Scotty: And if yer serious 'bout it... Call us...

(Scotty and Ash walkoff and leave the Judge standing there pondering what he has just been offered.)

LILLY: This contest is a 2-on-1 handicap match scheduled for one fall.

At a total combined weight of 510 pounds...
From San Quentin Correctional Facility... weighing in at 240 pounds...
Ash
His partner...
From Sturgis, SD... weighing in at 270 pounds...
Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out the BMWF World Tag Team title strapped around his waist. He peers down to the ring through the infamous tattered black towel drapped over his head. He stands there waiting..... Suddenly, "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blasts over the PA as Ash walks out. He stops beside Scotty and holds up his half of the BMWF World Tag Team titles over his head. They walk down to the ring and step through the ropes. They walk to the center of the ring. Ash is handed a mic as Scotty stands there with his arms folded.)

Ash: Last week we got the brunt of the frustration from a couple of has beens venting their anger about their failed careers. I can understand that, because I've lost my share of belts, and I know what it's like to want to take it out on somebody. You aren't getting these belts back though guys, so the sooner you accept it the better.

Scotty: Ya yella <bleep>s!!! Ya wait til we get through bust a couple of idiots heads open.... Then ya jump us!!! Tyrone and Tamer... Ya betta give yer souls ta the Lord because yer a$$es are our's!!!!

Ash: Easy there champ, eyes on the prize. We got Shane and some mystery partner fixing to come on down. So if you want, take it out on them ok.

Scotty: Baby cousin thinks he's all grown up... Shane, rememba the last time ya tried ta go 'gainst yer cousin here? I took yer Gold Belt from ya... Ya thought ya were grown then... Now ya think ya are 'gain... But ya know what Shane... Last time it was just the two of us... Now I got the best d@mned tag team partna that a man could ask for.... I don't care 'bout who ya got in yer corner. 'Coz no matta who ya got lil'cousin... Yer still gonna lose... So baby cousin... Beat us... If ya's can... Survive... If we let ya's...

LILLY; Their opponent...
Fighting out of Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

(The lights dim to complete black. A sudden blinding flash goes off with a thunderous boom.)

PA: It's your time to Perish!!!

(Superstar 2 by Saliva hits the PA system. Blue laser lights go over the crowd accompanied by gold strobes. Shane comes out from behind the curtain and walks down the ramp. He slides in the ring and asks for a mic.)

Shane: Well Scotty, Ash I don't know what I must have done to BLEEP you off but all I have to say is come on down so I can kick your @$$es before the old Melrose place reruns come on I was see Billy dump Lexy so lets get this over with.

KING: Shane doesn't have a partner!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Ash hits Shane Perish with a kick.
Ash runs into the ropes.
Ash hits Shane Perish with an elbow.
Ash goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish goes for a backbreaker, but Ash blocks it.
Ash goes for a chokehold, but Shane Perish counters it with a facerake.
Shane Perish chops Ash.
Shane Perish chops Ash.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Shane Perish goes for a sidewalk slam, but Ash counters it with a DDT.
Ash is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Ash tags out to Scotty Scott.
Ash goes for a bodyslam, but Shane Perish counters it with a facerake.
The crowd is booing Shane Perish.
Ash rolls out of the ring.
Shane Perish goes for a backbreaker, but Scotty Scott counters it with
a facerake.
Scotty Scott goes for a sleeperhold, but Shane Perish counters it with
a jawbreaker.
Shane Perish runs into the ropes.
Scotty Scott hits a punch to the head on Shane Perish.
Scotty Scott runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish takes Scotty Scott down with a sidewalk slam.
Shane Perish uses a sidewalk slam on Scotty Scott.
Shane Perish is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.

King: Scotty has that look in his eyes again.

JR: Scotty is biting the forehead of Shane. This is not wrestling at all.

King: No it's not... But it is survival of the fittest JR!!!

JR: Thank goodness Scotty has stopped biting Shane's head but now he is just choking him!!!!

JR: Scotty makes a quick tag to Ash.

King: Tag team wrestling excellence.

JR: Scotty punches Shane in the gut.

King: Hahaha!!!!

JR: Double suplex on Shane!!!

King: They are making sure that Shane knows about teamwork.

JR: Now they are kicking Shane senseless.

JR: Lethal Injection on Shane!!!!!

Ash tags out to Scotty Scott.
Scotty Scott hits a kick to the head on Shane Perish.
Scotty Scott gives the sign for the Scottmission.
Scotty Scott executes the Scottmission on Shane Perish.
Shane Perish tries to fight the pain.
Shane Perish submits after 19 seconds.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Ash and Scotty Scott!

JR: We'll be right back!

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, we are awaiting the arrival of the BMWF Hardcore champion here tonight in Michigan and once again King...he is not happy!

King:I know he's not happy! He was hoping to get a shot at Lightning last week, but Lightning acted just like his name! He bolted out of the
arena and Lowedown wasn't able to find him!

JR:Lowedown is looking forward to tonight from what I've been told. Folks, let's go backstage to see if Michael Bole
is with the Hardcore champion. Michael, are you there?

King:Stop trying to sneak into the women's shower Bole! Just get out there!

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame pulling into the BMWF arena in Lowedown's 2005
Crimson red Chevy Silverado. The music is playing loud as Lowedown pulls into the parking garage and then
steps out of the truck. The crowd erupts as Lowedown looks around for a moment and then pulls his bag out of the
back and then takes a deep breath...)

Lowedown:GOOD LORD! I'M IN ADRIAN, MICHIGAN BABY! DO YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Tonight, the brother and I step into that ring once again as a family unit and whoop some @$$! How do ya feel brother?

Dozer:I feel bad.

Lowedown:You feel bad?

Dozer:Yeah. I feel bad for those two candy @$$ punks who are in the ring with us tonight! Whitey and Mongo Kev are not too bright brother!

Lowedown:You said it all brother! Look over here bro! It looks like Michael Bole is anxious to get an interview!

Flame:Let's not keep the good Michael Bole waiting shall we? He might like to hear about the pain we plan to inflict on the two lucky men
tonight here in Michigan. Plus, I look good in front of the camera and the King needs to see some puppies.

King:Thank you! WOO-HOO!

Lowedown:You are such a perv sometimes. What's up Michael? What do you have for me?

Bole:Tonight, you are stepping into the ring against the man who returned to the BMWF with the mission of trying to take you down here
and he and Big Kev...

(Lowedown stops him from finishing his sentence as he chuckles for a second and then looks at Michael...)

Lowedown:Did you hear what you just said there? He and Big Kev trying to take me down. Whitey walks right back into the BMWF and tries
to take me out with the help of his sidekick right? Right?

Bole:Yes.

Lowedown:Kind of a candy@$$ way to return don't you think?

Flame:Definitely.

Dozer:Without question brother.

Lowedown:That's been the whole situation with Whitey. He can't do a d@mn thiing by himself can he? He can't step in a ring by himself. He can't
do a promo by himself. Last time I checked, he can't even take a BLEEP by himself! Big Kev is always there to help him! Kind of sick if you ask me
there Bole!

Flame:Disgusting.

Dozer:EWWWWWW!

Lowedown:I couldn't agree more. Whitey is nothing more than a pathetic waste of space who is not going to make it through tonight with bleeding
half of his body in that ring! Whitey isn't going to have any luck here tonight Bole and do you know why?

Bole:No I don't.

Lowedown:Because I'm not alone here Bole. I got the Bulldozer right here to watch my back and handle Big Kev so I get to BLEEPslap Whitey around
like a rag doll all night long! Whitey, you and I are stepping in that ring tonight here in Adrian...

(Pause)

Lowedown:...and only one of us is walking out. That is the Lowedown on that!

(Lowedown steps aside as Dozer takes a step forward and towers over Michael Bole...)

Bole:Dozer, you have been more of a bodyguard here to your brother correct?

Dozer:Yep.

Bole:In a sense, you are the same as Big Kev is to White Lightning.

Dozer:No. I am nothing like Big Kev. You see, I have a backbone and the ability to make decisions by myself. I have the ability to slap someone
around without asking permission from anyone. I have a pair...Big Kev doesn't. Tonight, when we step into the ring against the two of them...it
won't be like we are facing two men. We will be facing one man and his pet monkey. The main thing that is going to happen here tonight is
my brother is going to get his hands on Lightning and I'm going to finish off the big...bad...Kev. End of story Bole.

(Michael Bole looks over at Flame and speaks...)

Bole:And what is this match with you and Spirit? A bra and panties match just so William Black could get into the bWo tournament?

Flame:Look, Spirit is a nice girl and she wants to step into the ring with a former ladies champion. I have no problem stepping into the ring
with Spirit and showing her a few things. I will tell you one thing that she won't learn.

Bole:Which is?

Flame:What color my bra and panties will be. She'll be too bust covering herself up after I'm done ripping her clothes off. Kiss Kiss Spirit.

(Lowedown pulls the microphone away from Michael Bole and looks into the camera...)

Lowedown:I think we have said what we needed to say people. Tonight, White Lightning gets his @$$ whooped all over Michigan and Big Kev gets
Bulldozed for just being associated with the jack@$$! Whitey, I've said it before and I'll say it again...

(Pause)

Lowedown:No one....NO ONE...uses me as a stepping stone. You are going to pay. Nuff' said...interview over.

(Lowedown drops the microphone and all three of the family walk off...)

Bole:J.R, I can easily say that this tag team match up will something that will not be pretty for the viewing audience. Back to you and the King.

(The Bruisertron shuts off as both J.R and the King look at each other...)

JR:All I can say is that this match will be a painful one for both teams.

King:You're telling me! It's a good thing there's a hospital nearby!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

(As the Bruisertron shuts off, the camera is seen still taping as Lowedown's phone rings. Lowedown grabs it and begins talking...)

Lowedown:Who's this? Oh yeah! What's going on lawyer boy? Any good news for me?

(Lowedown pauses as he listens to his lawyer speaking to him. Lowedown suddenly becomes upset after the lawyer apparently says something
that irritates him...to say the least...)

Lowedown:What the hell are you talking about?!? I thought you had an injunction on this d@mn thing! Are you telling me that Master Z has got
that injunction thrown out?

(As the King is about to speak, J.R hears something over his headset and nudges the King...)

King:What? I was about to talk about PUPPIES!

JR:We need to go back to where Lowedown is! I think he's having a problem with the BWO name!

King:You think that is more important than PUPPIES?!?

JR:This is a good scoop! Someone tell the production truck to get that cameraa rolling!

(The camera light comes on without Lowedown seeing it as he is still on the phone...)

Lowedown:I thought I was paying you good money to handle this! What the hell kind of job are you doing?!?

(Lowedown listens once more as he shakes his head in disbelief as he hears something very negative...)

Lowedown:Loophole? What king of BLEEP d@Mn loophole are you talking about?!? Look, if you can't handle this bWo thing...then maybe
you need to handle less difficult cases like your finding your head!

(You can hear from Lowedown's phone the phrase, "Find my head?")

Lowedown:Find your head that obviously stuck up your @$$! In the words of the Trumpand Vince Mackman...YOU'RE FIRED!

(Lowedown closes his phone as he paces back and forth in front of Flame. Flame walks up and blocks his path...)

Flame:He screwed up?

Lowedown:The d@mn lawyer screwed up the paperwork and Master Z's lawyer got the injunction thrown out and now we have to go to court over
the Brotherhood name now!

Flame:Are you kidding me?

Lowedown:Nope! It looks like Z got a lucky break there and now we have to deal with this garbage ourselves! I'm going to find Z and try to slap
some snese into him!

Dozer:Let's not go overboard brother.

Lowedown:Go overboard? Everything I've been working on here is about to go to hell thanks to Z's ego!

Dozer:Look brother! We have more important things to deal with here. We go out there and handle Whitey and Kev and then go deal with Z later
alright? We just find you a better lawyer now and handle this bullbleep alright?

(Lowedown pauses for a moment and then finally shrugs his shoulders and looks up at his brother...)

Lowedown:Kathryn? Find us a better lawyer alright?

Flame:I'll look in the phonebook.

Lowedown:Excuse me?

Flame:Just kidding. I'll talk to some people alright?

Lowedown:Let's go inside and get ready. I knew there was a reason why I hate lawyers.

(All three make their way into the locker room area as the Bruisertron fades to black...)

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