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

(Michael Bole stands outside Kolic's locker room.)

Bole: *Knocks* Kolic?

Kolic: Hey Bole, come on in!

(Bole enters the room to see Kolic watching the show, All American title
slung across his shoulder.)

Bole: First of all, congratulations on winning the All American title. For
someone who's been out of competition, that's an amazing achievement.

Kolic: Thank you Bole, but it wasn't completely my accomplishment. God
helped me win that title, and I thank him for that.

Bole: Right...Black says you won the title unfairly, that he pinned Judge
but it wasn't counted. What is your response?

Kolic: I've already made my response, but I'll present my argument again, so
everyone can hear it. As the tape I have shows, the ref's hand didn't come
down for the third count. JR called it as three, but it really wasn't.

King: JR! How unprofessional!

JR: I'm sorry, I thought I saw the ref's hand hit the mat! His back was
turned to me anyway.

Bole: Still, Judge did put you through a table early in the match.
Technically, he should have been eliminated then too.

Kolic: Since when has a ref called a DQ for use of a table? True, he should
have been eliminated, but he wasn't, and it led to my winning the title.

Bole: Ok, final question. Your opponent tonight is Ezekiel, whom you have
beaten before. Do you think you can do that again?

Kolic: Good use of whom, Bole. I don't know anything for certain, but I do
know I'll bring everything I have to the match. I don't underestimate any
opponent. After all, many underestimated me last week, and I surprised them
all. Excuse me Bole, but I must finish getting ready for my match.

Bole: Ok, good luck tonight!

Kolic: Thanks!

(As Bole exits the locker room, Kolic puts on some headphones and listens to
some song as the camera fades)

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(The scene opens up in an empty locker room. As usual Tamer is standing in the middle of the room. But he does not have his wrestling gear on yet. He has just has his black boots and his pants on. Tamer also has the Intercontinental title in his hands. Tamer looks up at the camera.)

Tamer: This title I hold is not mine. Granted when I lost it I was screwed over. But that’s no excuse. This title belongs to Hardcore Harry...Honestly though, I don’t give a damn! I warned him. I’ve been coming for him this whole time. For me its about the belt. But then again, it’s about so much more. I want to finish things with you Harry once and for all. So I’m asking you, no I’m telling you. To meet me in the ring next week, not in a match, but in a...negotiation lets call it. Then and only then will we discuss the terms of how this will end between us. How this title will be decided.

(Tamer takes the Intercontinental title and lays it down on a table to his side. This table also has Tamer’s ring gear on it. Tamer picks up his black vest and puts it on. Tamer begins to button it up as he talks.)

Tamer: August was a wild ride. September was just as wild but without the same rush. Now I embark upon October. With some of my best and worst behind me. I’m not starting fresh but I’m moving ever forward. Using what I’ve learned in those short two months. What I’ve learned in my almost two years here. I set a goal. I said I would go get the Intercontinental championship and well I did. Now I’m going to win the Intercontinental Title. I plan on standing before you all as the IC champ when next month rolls around. This month is going to be just like its preceding months...wild!

(Tamer picks up his customary black workout gloves. Tamer puts them on slowly fastening them very tightly as he talks.)

Tamer: Tonight I look for revenge. Commissioner Dangle. Now to be simply knows as active wrestler Kurt Dangle. Dangle I believe you’ve had it out for me, no in fact, I know you had it out for me since you got that position. First you stripped me of my Gold Belt, the title I never lost and always defended with great pride. Just to create the All-American title for your own kicks. A title I don’t think you thought I could win. But I did. Then you force me into a handicap retirement match against Inferno and Mineral. You thought that would get rid of me, that I couldn’t win that either. But I did. Then you gave up hope. You could no longer control the fed. So along with others you fired me. You thought I wouldn’t get my job back. But I did. Now I’ll admit I only did get it back because your boss, Bruiser, realized you’d lost your mind and rehired us all and fired you.

(Tamer pick up his sunglasses and slides them on.)

Tamer: Now you’ve kissed @$$ right back to getting your job back. But yet again you were wrong in your thinking. Instead of coming back as Commish, you’re just another wrestler. Now something tells me you’re in your locker room eating Momma Dangle’s cookies, drinking warm milk, and looking to win your second match back. But you won’t. When you were in a position of power I couldn’t touch you. Now you’re fair game. I can’t wait for our match...

(Tamer grins.)

Tamer: While you eat those cookies and drink that milk. I hope you...

(Tamer cracks his knuckles and clears his throat. The camera zooms in on Tamer who is now in full wrestling gear. Tamer stares into the camera from beneath his sunglasses.)

Tamer: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!

FADE

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

Tamer

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. "Step Up" By Drowning Pool hits the PA system.)

PA: One Two Three Go!

( A huge explosion of fire shoots up across the stage leaving a huge cloud of smoke. Red and Blue lights begins to strobe. Tamer runs out onto the stage. Tamer has the Intercontinental title over his shoulder. Tamer waves his arms for the crowd to get up. Tamer rolls his neck. Tamer runs down the ramp slapping the fans hands. Tamer slide in the ring and hops up , Tamer takes the title and raises it in the air.. Tamer rest it on his shoulder and pounds on his chest then points to the crowd.. Tamer hands the belts to the ref and goes to stand in his corner.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"The Most Celebrated REAL Athlete in Pro-Wrestling" Kurt Dangle

(Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing his stars and stripes singlet. He flexes his neck then walks to the ring as red, white and blue pyro flares on the stage behind him. As Kurt grabs the mic, you can see he is very unhappy.)

Kurt: I KNOW that you people have been laughing at me. I know that the boys in the back have been laughing at me. Oh yeah - I hear you snickering and pointing every time I walk by. But this is no laughing matter! This is SERIOUS! What I'm about to tell you...is extremely difficult. I didn't deserve to lose my job as BMWF Commissioner! I shouldn't have to wrestler this Liontamer guy! Heck, I've got a freakin' broken neck!  You all think that i'm a joke, don't you? Well I AM NOT A JOKE! I'm an Olympic Champion! I'm a gold medallist! The real joke around here is YOU, Bruiser! I mean, you look like you're a hundred years old...and you can't wrestle! Heck, you can barely move! And you wear those silly blue jeans and comic book t-shirts, for Pete's sake! And what the heck is THIS, anyway? (Dangle gives the finger.) I mean, give me a break! Not only are you a joke, Bruiser, but this upcoming pay-per-view, I'm gonna prove it! I challenge you to a match at Wheel of Destructionor whatever the heck it's gonna be called! I am gonna embarrass you far worse than you did me. I'm gonna slap my anklelock on you, Bruiser, and I'm gonna make you cry - right in front of millions of your fans, Bruiser, I'm gonna make you cry! And not only that...I'm gonna make you tap, Bruiser - you're gonna tap - you're gonna be tappin' right in the middle of this ring - you're gonna be tap - tap - tap - tap - tappin'! But I'm not gonna stop there, oh no, I'm not gonna stop because, Bruiser, I'm gonna keep goin' until I BREAK your freakin' ankle! I am going to break your ankle, Bruiser. But most of all - I'm gonna break your spirit. And Bruiser...in front of all these fans...we're gonna SEE who gets the last laugh....and that, my Diet coke drinking friend...is true!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Kurt Dangle almost takes Tamer's head off with a clothesline
Kurt Dangle goes for a headscissors submission, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer takes Kurt Dangle down with an Asai moonsault.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tamer complains about a slow count.
Tamer dances the Robot.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tamer uses a sidewalk slam on Kurt Dangle.
Tamer executes a DDT on Kurt Dangle.
Tamer nails Kurt Dangle with a German suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer goes for a German suplex, but Kurt Dangle counters it with an elbowsmash.
Kurt Dangle executes a dropkick on Tamer.
Kurt Dangle whips Tamer into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle executes a bodyslam on Tamer.
Kurt Dangle goes for a headscissors submission, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer goes for the Reverse DDT, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle sends Tamer into the turnbuckle.
Kurt Dangle runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Tamer moves out of the way.
Tamer uses a Russian legsweep on Kurt Dangle.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tamer whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle hits Tamer with a kick.
Kurt Dangle puts Tamer in a headscissors submission.
Tamer is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tamer gets ahold of the ropes after 5 seconds.
Kurt Dangle uses a headlock takedown on Tamer.
Kurt Dangle takes Tamer down with a back suplex.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Kurt Dangle and a few others cheering
him.
Kurt Dangle goes for a bodyslam, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer hoists Kurt Dangle high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Kurt Dang
le crashing hard to the mat.
Tamer whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle hits Tamer with an elbow.
Kurt Dangle hoists Tamer high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Ta
mer crashing hard to the mat.
Kurt Dangle gets an armbar submission on Tamer.
Tamer makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
Kurt Dangle throws Tamer into the turnbuckle.
Kurt Dangle charges into the corner, but Tamer lifts his leg.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer hits Kurt Dangle with a clothesline.
Kurt Dangle falls out of the ring.
Rick Patrick counts: one, two, Kurt Dangle reenters the ring.
Tamer locks Kurt Dangle in a sleeperhold.
Kurt Dangle inches his way towards the ropes after 5 seconds.
Tamer whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes, but Kurt Dangle reverses it.
Kurt Dangle hits Tamer with an elbow.
Kurt Dangle yells, "It's true! It's True!".
A few fans are booing Kurt Dangle, while a few others are cheering him.
Kurt Dangle executes a forearm smash on Tamer.
Kurt Dangle hits Tamer with a waistlock suplex.
Kurt Dangle hits Tamer.
Kurt Dangle puts Tamer in a front facelock.
Tamer reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.
Kurt Dangle goes for a headlock takedown, but Tamer throws him off.
Tamer executes the The Whip on Kurt Dangle.
A few fans are cheering on Tamer.
Tamer goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are cheering on Tamer.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Tamer!

JR: We'll be right back!

PA: I AM "THE NEAR FUTURE" NICK KINCAID....REMEMBER IT!

(The BruiserTron lights up, the words "The Near Future" appear on screen, this then explodes and the words "NICK KINCAID" appear in blue as "Out of Control" by Hoobastank begins to play.)

JR: Oh no, King. Look who's back!!

(Nick Kincaid walks out onto the stage wearing a blue singlet with the words NICK under one arm and KINCAID under the other, he walks down the ramp being showered with loud chorus's of boo's and old soda cans, he looks at the ring and then slides into it. He stretches against the ropes as the music dies down. Nick grabs a microphone and pulls a smile at the croud who are booing so much their throats are going red raw.)

Nick Kincaid: Thank you so much for the warm welcome. Adrian, you're just like every other town in the United States. You have your fair share of fat, obese human beings who like to stuff themselves with cheeseburgers, and then on the other half you get the fat, obese human beings who like to stuff their faces with hamburgers. I look around you all tonight and I see you all drinking soda, soda that can erode away your teeth, I see you drinking beer, beer that can damage your brain and your liver. Well, it doesn't really matter with you people does it, you lot probably don't have anything up in your skull to damage. I can smell jealousy from a mile away, I was on the other side of Michigan and I could smell your jealousy of an athletic, good-looking man like me. All of you want to be just like me but you can't help filling up your fat guts with hot dogs and filthy fat foods from McDonalds and KFC.

(The boo's continue on and on)

KING: The Adrian fans really don't like this guy.

JR: You think?

Nick Kincaid: Everyone here is wondering where the hell I've been the past few weeks. I lost at SummerSlammed to a tag team of has-beens, but hey, that wasn't my fault, I really couldn't help it...look who my tag team partner was!! Howitzer for Christ's Sake! This guy is more of a joke than the chicken that crossed the road. If I had a choice in who I would team with I would've rather teamed up with Foonaki, because Howitzer is as useful as a mirror for a blindman. He's the reason my win loss record is four losses to one win.

(Some people laugh in the front row, Nick looks at them and frowns.)

Nick Kincaid: You'll be laughing now you fat, greasy slob but when I get wrestle again you will never see so much devastation that the censors won't even allow the BMWF to view whatever match I'm in. The reason I've been absent is because of personal reasons, I did NOT throw the towel in, I did NOT quit or run away. I am the Near Future, REMEMBER IT!

(Nick Kincaid drops the microphone as "Out of Control" by Hoobastank blasts throughout the BMWF Arena once more. Nick walks up the ramp dodging soda cans, beer bottles, tissue paper and any other debris the fans can get hold of.)

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing somewhere inside the hallways of the BMWF Arena. He knocks on a locker room door and The Judge answers.)

Bole: Judge, can I get a quick interview regarding your DQ loss for the All-American title at FallOut last week?

Judge: Look Michael, I'm not in the mood right now.

Bole: It'll just be a few seconds!

Judge: NO!

(The Judge slams the door in Michael Bole's face.)

Bole: What's his problem?

(The camera fades back to JR and the King.)

JR: It seems like The Judge has a lot to think about!

King: Maybe the DQ loss to Kolic at FallOut made him realize he's not BMWF material! HAHA!

>>>

(Suddenly, "Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to play over the PA system. White Lightning and Big Kev Nash step out onto the stage.)

JR: It looks like we are about to be joined by White Lightning and Big Kev Nash!

King:This man here might be hated by all these people, but he is one heck of a wrestler!

(Both men walk down the ramp. White Lightning trash talks a few fans at ringside and even reaching out to grab a fan's sign. It reads, "White Lightning Sucks!" White Lightning proceeds to tear the sign up and toss the pieces at the fan. Big Kev walks around the ring and grabs a microphone as White Lightning enters the ring. Big Kev hands the mic to White Lightning as the music stops.)

JR: Lightning has sure riled up these people here tonight in Adrian!

King: They get riled up over everything! These people are morons!

White Lightning: MICHIGAN…SUCKS!!!

(Overwhelming Boos from the crowd and an "@$$-hole" chant begins.)

White Lightning: Calm down people! Don't act like that isn't true!

(Boos ensue once again as White Lightning smiles in the ring.)

White Lightning: Speaking of sucking, no one can suck as bad as Lowedown! Lowedown, I heard that you have accepted my challenge for a match at the upcoming PPV, but you want to make it a scaffold match?

(Crowd Cheers at mention of Scaffold Match.)

White Lightning: That is quite all right with me! Any time, any place, and any type of match. I will take your @$$ down! Lowedown, you speak of people respecting you, and even have the nerve to think that I should show respect for you? It's quite simple, I don't respect. I think you're a joke when it comes to having ability in the squared circle. You heard me Lowedown? A JOKE!!!!

(White Lightning looks around the crowd as the boos continue to come in.)

White Lightning: Lowedown, you must realize that I am a superior athlete and wrestler compared to yourself. When you are stepping into the ring with me, I will END…YOUR…CAREER!

(White Lightning pauses at the end of the word to put emphasis on it.)

White Lightning: I am a Legend, Lowedown! You're not in the same league that I am in! People give you false respect that you don't deserve! I should be getting that respect, not you! YOU…SU…..

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

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown and Dozer step out of the entrance way wearing "LIGHTNING SUCKS!" t-shirts. Lowedown and Dozer stand at the top of the ramp as Lowedown
pulls a microphone out of his back pocket...)

Lowedown:Hey there World champ! It's good to see...OOPS! Oh I'm sorry! You've never won a World title have ya? I guess there goes your ability in the squared cirlce huh?

(Both brothers laugh as Lightning looks at Big Kev and then leans against the ropes...)

Lowedown:I am sorry for having to come out here and mess up your whole tirade here, but it seems to me like you owe me...an apology.

(Lightning looks at Lowedown in disbelief and leans in a bit closer...)

White LIghtning:Say that again? I didn't catch that quite clearly. I could have sworn you said I owed you an apology.

Lowedown:I think you do. You see, I think having to listen to you is reason enough to apologize to the millions of people for having to listen to you even speaking in my ring. You went out of your way to jump me like
a lil' punk BLEEP...I mean...you and monkey boy there.

(Big Kev walks up and leans against the ropes next to White Lightning...)

Lowedown:You boys seem to forget that I got a brother who whooped your monkey boy over there a while back! Now that my boy is here to watch my back, you don't seem that cocky do ya there...

(White Lightning suddenly interjects...)

White Lightning: Lowedown, Why don't you quit the talking and come down here to the ring! I don't feel like waiting until later tonight! You talk too much as is!

Lowedown:Does it upset you Whitey? Does it irritate you just a bit? Well, I guess if my talking irritates you...

(Lowedown looks at his brother Dozer and then looks back at Lightning...)

Lowedown:Then I guess my fists are really going to hurt you. Shall we dance?

(Lowedown and Dozer begin making their way towards the ring as Lightning and Big Kev begin to step out of the ring to meet them. As Lowedown and Dozer get almost to the ring, security comes out from the entrance and blocks the path of all four men. Lowedown and Dozer try to get past security, but there are too many in between them. Lightning and Big Kev taunt the Phillips brothers as Lowedown brings the microphone back up...)

Lowedown:What's this bullbleep Whitey?!? You wanna fight and then you bring these sonofableeps down here? You're nothing but a punk! I'm gonna light your @$$ up here tonight!

(Lightning is seen laughing hystericallly as Lowedown and Dozer are being forced back up towards the entrance way. Lightning picks up his microphone and smiles...)

White Lightning:Look at you Lowedown! The big, bad, Lowedown being sent back by punk @$$ security! You don't stand a chance against me and Kev tonight! You might as well just turn back and pack up your bags and not even show up for the match tonight! You don't stand a chance!

Lowedown:You just think that Whitey when I'm throwing your @$$ off the scaffold and through all of those tables! Lightning...you're the one that sucks!

(Lowedown and Dozer are finally escorted to the back as Lightning and Big Kev raise their arms in victory...)

JR:Folks, we almost had the tag team match early!

King:If they beat each other up early, we could have went home earlier!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

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

Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Howitzer

(Two loud, rumbling growls from some species of big cat echo over the PA,
and then an instantly recognizable Randy Rhoads guitar lick.)

PA: OH NO (OH NO)
HERE WE GO (HERE WE GO NOW)

OH NO (OH NO)
HERE WE GO NOW

("Flying High Again" by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the sound system. The
crowd goes absolutely crazy. At the top of the entrance ramp, three
deafening, green pyro pops go off, one after the other. 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 and yellow-striped
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.: Here comes the Television Champion...this is Howitzer's first match
since winning the title in that CLASSIC triple threat match when he pinned
Witherspoon! This bout is non-title, but Howitzer has already granted
Witherspoon a rematch for the belt!

King: And he hasn't granted Tobey Miliken, the man who SHOULD be champion,
a rematch at all! In fact, he says that he'll NEVER give Tobey a rematch as
long as he has the TV Title! That's so unfair! Howitzer is such a jerk!

(As the camera follows Howitzer down the ramp, several fans with signs
eagerly wave them when they see themselves on the Bruisertron. Two fans are
holding up large placards next to each other. The first sign reads "TOBEY
MILIKEN IS ILLITERATE." The sign right next to it says "AND HE CAN'T READ
THIS SIGN.")

J.R.: What the heck happened, King? At Fallout, you were Howitzer's head
cheerleader!

(Howitzer climbs into the ring and does a couple of quick stretches. As he
hands the ref the TV Title he jokes around a little with Lily Garcia, who
laughs as she walks to her ringside seat.)

King: Hey, I'll be the first to admit that Howitzer was REALLY impressive
in that match...heck, that was a match of the year candidate! But that
doesn't change the fact that Howitzer's an apple-pie eating goody two-shoes
and he really gets under my skin that way! I hope The Judge whips him
tonight!

J.R.: Well no offense to Howitzer of course, but that's a distinct
possibility! The Judge is a feared vet who's been Hardcore Champ, Light
Heavyweight Champ, Tag Champ, and a bWo member!

King: Yeah! Good thing for Howitzer this is non-title! Ha!

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing 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 hands the LH title over to the ref and then waits for his opponent.)


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
The Judge goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Howitzer counters it with
a facerake.
Howitzer executes a fallaway slam on The Judge.
Howitzer hits a powerslam on The Judge.
Earl Hepner counts: One, shoulder up.
Howitzer whips The Judge into the ropes.
Howitzer and The Judge get hit with a double clothesline.
Howitzer uses a cobra clutch suplex on The Judge.
Howitzer goes for a piledriver, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge goes for a powerbomb, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer punches The Judge.
Howitzer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Howitzer hits The Judge.
Howitzer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Howitzer nails The Judge with an atomic drop.
Howitzer gets a Boston crab on The Judge.
The Judge is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Howitzer lets go after 16 seconds.
Howitzer is going for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.
The crowd is really behind Howitzer.
Howitzer goes for a powerslam, but The Judge counters it with a lariat.
The crowd is behind The Judge all the way.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The chants for The Judge are deafening.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
Howitzer hits The Judge with a running elbow smash.
Howitzer has the crowd going wild.
Howitzer goes for the BFG, but The Judge counters it with a roll away.
The Judge executes neckbreaker on Howitzer.
The Judge takes Howitzer down with a powerbomb.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
The Judge executes a powerbomb on Howitzer.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.
The Judge goes for a powerbomb, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer goes for an atomic drop, but The Judge counters it with a facerake.
The Judge executes a scissor kick on Howitzer.
The crowd is going crazy.
Howitzer throws him out of the ring, hits him with the ring steps, then throws h
im back intoo the ring and goes back in after him.
Howitzer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
He goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer whips The Judge into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a shoulderblock.
The Judge misses with a kick.
Howitzer hits The Judge with a clothesline.
Howitzer hits a splash on The Judge.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Howitzer goes for a Boston crab, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge goes for neckbreaker, but Howitzer blocks it.
The Judge hits him with the gavel.
He goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
The Judge uses a big boot to the face on Howitzer.
The Judge is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

J.R.: Good solid match between these two. Howitzer and The Judge are
really working each other out here.

(Howitzer throws The Judge against the ropes and catches him on the rebound,
then scoops him up over his shoulder and drops a textbook powerslam.)

King: Booooooring!! Howitzer's matches just suck without Tobey Miliken
involved!

J.R.: Oh would you give it a rest, King!

King: No, YOU give it a rest, J.R.!! Tobey Miliken is the most
entertaining man in the BMWF!! He's a movie star! AND, as an added bonus,
where Tobey goes, Misty goes! And where Misty goes, her pup -

J.R.: Her puppies go, we get it King.

(Howitzer and The Judge trade punches back and forth, but Howitzer gets the
upper-hand. With The Judge dazed, Howitzer hooks his arms underneath him
and plants him on the canvas.)

J.R.: Facebuster! And Howitzer is staying right on him...even for a
rookie, he knows that you press the advantage whenever you have it,
ESPECIALLY against a decorated veteran like The Judge! Howitzer is not
letting up here! The Judge, groggy on the canvas...Howitzer now takes off,
bounces off the ropes...hits the Bunker Buster! The modified body splash
from the BMWF's big Bengal tiger connects! Geez, that's a lot of
alliteration, fans!

King: YAWN. Hey, you know who would really liven things up right now?

J.R.: Cash Flo?

King: Well, the guy IS a walking party-favor, but no! TOBEY MILIKEN!

J.R.: Why am I not surprised you said that...shut up about Tobey, King!
Wait a minute, what is Howitzer doing? Is going up top?

King: He doesn't do any top-rope stuff! He's 6 feet 7 and weighs 290
pounds!

(Howitzer gets to the turnbuckle and settles himself into the middle spot,
feet planted on the second ropes and arms wrapped around the top rope for
balance. He stays crouched like a catcher, back against the turnbuckle,
waiting for The Judge to get up.)

J.R.: Wait a minute, Howitzer's not climbing the top rope, he's waiting on
the middle turnbuckle! What is he doing?

(The Judge gets to his feet and rushes at Howitzer. At the last second,
Howitzer launches himself from the middle rope, both arms spread, and
tackles The Judge with frightening speed and impact, wrapping his arms
around him and driving The Judge to the canvas.)

King: WHOA J.R.!! What the heck does Howitzer call that??

J.R.: He didn't tell me, but he looked like a tiger waiting to strike from
the tall grass! What a move! And now Howitzer's up...he's a little shook
up from the impact himself! Grabs the legs of The Judge, and locks in the
Boston Crab! Howitzer's got his submission move locked in! I don't know if
The Judge has the strength to fight out of it after that move off the middle
rope from Howitzer! It must have knocked his wind clear out of his body!

(The Judge howls in pain as Howitzer leans back on the Boston Crab
submission hold, but does not put his arm up to tap. After only a few
seconds, Howitzer releases the hold and drags The Judge to his feet. He
goes for a head butt, but The Judge, in a quick desperation move, gets an
arm up to block it, and delivers a punch of his own to Howitzer.)

J.R.: Howitzer now, firmly in control of this match...drags The Judge over
to the turnbuckle, and slams his head over and over into the buckle! Again,
and again! That'll shake your brain loose!

(Howitzer slams The Judge's head one last time against the turnbuckle, then
grabs him around the neck and drops him with a full nelson suplex.)

J.R.: Nice full nelson suplex there by Howitzer...the TV champ now, walking
away from the prone Judge. He's signaling for the BFG!!

(Howitzer climbs the far turnbuckle and pounds his chest, bellowing loudly.
The crowd responds with excitement, jubilant that Howitzer is about to end
it. Howitzer climbs down and leans against the ropes, waiting for The Judge
to stir. Finally, The Judge grabs the bottom rope and starts to pull
himself up.)

J.R.: The Judge now on his feet...but not for long, here comes the
champion! Howitzer streaks across the ring, and connects with a running
elbow smash! And we all know what's coming next!

CROWD: BFG, 1 2 3!!! BFG, 1 2 3!!! BFG, 1 2 3!!!

King: Shut up people! Shut up!

(Howitzer brings The Judge off the mat and over to the turnbuckle. He
positions himself on the middle ropes and gorilla presses The Judge over his
head.)

JR: Wait! Judge slipped out of Howitzer's grip!

Judge knocks Howitzer to the mat!

JR: The Judge goes for a clothesline but Howitzer ducks it!
Howizter grabs The Judge from behind and goes for a german suplex but The Judge reverses it and lands on his feet!
The Judge kicks Howitzer in the mid-section and then runs against the ropes and executes a scissors kick on the TV champ!

King: The Judge's heading for the top rope and we know what's coming!

(The Judge stands on the top turnbuckle and as Howitzer slowly gets to his feet...)

JR: GAVEL SMASH! This could be it for Howitzer!

(The Judge covers Howitzer.)

Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The Judge is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is The Judge!

(After the match ends, The Judge grabs his Light-Heavyweight title and heads to the back, without acknowledging the cheering fans. Some fans begin to boo as The Judge heads directly back up the ramp and through the curtains.)

JR: What's wrong with The Judge?

("Flying High Again" continues to blast over the sound system as the fans
cheer wildly. Howitzer accepts the Television Title from the ref and straps
it around his waist. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and beats his
chest to a loud crowd pop. He then climbs down and makes to climb out of the ring and head to the locker room. Then
Tobey Miliken steps out from behind the curtain, a wild look of contempt in
his eyes. He is holding a microphone.)

Tobey: UNHAND MY TITLE RIGHT NOW HOWIE! You and I both know who should be
holding that title and that is ME! You see Howie I didn't want to fight you.
I wanted to leave you out of the whole mess with me and Witherspoon but you
just had to get involved didn't you. That green bug known as jealousy bit
you and you couldn't resist could you? You had to step in and put your nose
in the business where it didn't belong. Last week was a great match. I must
say it was probably one of my greatest. And just when I was about to win the
WORLD TV TITLE... You stepped in. Then as I was about to beat you for the
title, Spoon steps in. And then... well you remember the match I am sure.

Point being this, YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSE TO BE IN THAT MATCH. You were jealous
of me and my fame. You were jealous of me and my money. AND WE ALL KNOW THAT
YOU HAVE EYES FOR MISTY. Though as I told Misty she isn't missing anything
with what you have. I mean you can blame it on the cold water in the
stadiums that we have to wrestle in, but I think we all know that your
strudle is a bit limp and teeny tiny. As a matter of fact I wouldn't call
you a Howitzer, but maybe more of a pea shooter?! HA HA HA!

(As the laughter in the crowd dies down, the crowd starts chanting, YOU
SUCK...YOU SUCK)

Tobey: I suck?! I SUCK?! I will tell you what sucks. THAT TV TITLE BELONGS
TO ME...NOW GIVE IT TO ME NOW...OR PAY THE CONSEQUENCES PEA SHOOTER!

J.R.: Tobey Miliken is NOT letting this go King! He will not stop being a
thorn in Howitzer's side until the TV title is around his waist!

King: He thinks it's HIS title, J.R.!

J.R.: The man is obsessed!!

(Howitzer, standing with his hands on his hips and a fierce scowl on his
face, throws his arms in the air and turns to the ring crew and calls for a
mic. One is quickly tossed to him. Howitzer catches it and, in one smooth
motion, puts it to his mouth to answer Tobey.)

HOWITZER: Tobey, I've just got one thing to say ta that!

(Howitzer shifts the mic to his left hand and stares quizzically at his
right for a second. Then, after a comically dramatic pause, he extends his
right arm and flips his middle finger right at Tobey. The crowd explodes in
laughter and applause. At the entrance area, Tobey starts fuming.)

HOWITZER: Now Tobey, I'm PLENTY sick of you, ya hear me? You're playin'
with fire, ace. If you wanna save yer worthless hide tonight, just turn
your @$$ around and head to the back.

Tobey: What are you gonna do about it PEA SHOOTER??

(Howitzer shakes his head, and his lips curl in an expression of disgust.)

HOWITZER: That's it! ADRIAN, MICHIGAN!!!

(Huge crowd pop.)

HOWITZER: IF YOU WANNA SEE ME KICK TOBEY MILIKEN'S @$$, LEMME HEAR IT!!

CROWD: KICK HIS @$$!!! KICK HIS @$$!!! KICK HIS @$$!!! KICK HIS @$$!!!

King: It's the "Kick his @$$!!" chant, J.R.!! When these people chant it,
Howitzer always does it!

J.R.: "The Hollywood Idol" better get outta here if he knows what's good
for him!

King: Get out of here, Tobey! Don't let yourself get beat up by this
puppet of the people!!

J.R.: Here we go folks! Howitzer's climbing out of the ring and he's
heading straight for Tobey Miliken!!!

(Tobey stands his ground at the top of the ramp as Howitzer climbs between
the ropes and strides up the ramp towards his nemesis. He suddenly breaks
into a full sprint. Tobey's eyes go wide and you can read the words "Oh
BLEEP" on his lips. He spins around and takes off through the curtain,
Howitzer in hot pursuit and the crowd cheering wildly.)

J.R.: Somebody warn the folks backstage that the wrecking crew's comin'
through!!

King: Oh this is gonna be bad...think of all the equipment these two are
going to break!

(The cameras follow Howitzer through the backstage area for several minutes.
Howitzer tears through the hallways, knocking over tables, monitors,
chairs, and anything else in his way. Howitzer stops at a hallway
intersection, angrily looking both directions. There is no sign of Miliken.
Then, a nearby television [one of the few that Howitzer has not knocked
down] that is broadcasting Bedlam catches Howitzer's attention. It shows
Tobey, running back out to the entrance way and running down to the ring.
Tobey stops in the middle of the ring and is laughing.)

Tobey: Look at that idiot. And that is your TV CHAMPION??? Not only do I
outsmart him, I out run him, I out wit him and I just simply OUT DO HIM!
(Tobey walks over and takes his tie off and throws it into the crowd)

Tobey: Howitzer you dumb jock, you just don't get it through your head. THAT
TITLE IS MINE AND NO ONE ELSES. And I will get it back. Maybe even tonight.

(Howitzer comes running out down the entrance way. Tobey jumps over the top
rope and crosses the ring barrier and escapes into the crowd. Howitzer stops
at the barrier as Tobey gets to the top of the audience entry level. Tobey
looks down at Howitzer and points to his head and smiles. Tobey leaves.)

King: Tobey has shown that he can definitly outwit Howitzer.

JR: But for how long?

 JR: We'll be right back!

(Howitzer is in his dressing area changing his clothes when Tobey walks in.)

Tobey: Still looking for me Howie???

(Howitzer turns around and Tobey jumps at him and the two are rolling in the floor. Tobey is on top of Howitzer and is hitting him with lefts and rights. Howitzer pushes Tobey off of him and then spears Tobey into the wall. Tobey starts pounding on Howitzer's back. Tobey falls to the ground for a minute, and as Howitzer picks Tobey up, Tobey throws some white powder into Howitzer's face. Howitzer drops Tobey and screams in pain.)

Tobey: Yeah crushed aspirin sorts of burn in the eyes don't it.

(Tobey goes over and grabs the mirror off the dressing area wall and breaks it over Howitzer's head. Howitzer falls down and is out. Tobey walks over and see's the TV title. Tobey picks it up. He looks down where it says Howitzer's name and shakes his head.)

Tobey: Howitzer... the BMWF TV CHAMPION??? Not any more pal, not any more.

(Misty Rivers walks in and hands Tobey a can of red spray paint. Tobey takes the spray paint and across Howitzer's name sprays his name over it in red.... TOBEY is all he has room to spray in big letters. Tobey then puts the belt around his waist.)

Tobey: Now the belt is where it belongs. Go ahead and you and Spoon have your little rematch next week. BUT I WILL STILL BE HOLDING THIS TITLE....CAUSE IT'S MINE... Now lets leave Misty. I have what I came for.

(Tobey leaves and Howitzer is still laying still on the ground.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

The BMWF All-American Champion...
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, All American title
across his shoulder. He waves to the fans, then runs down the ramp,
high-fiving the right side of the stands before tossing the belt into the
ring, jumping onto the ring apron and somersaulting over the top rope. He
bounces off the ring ropes and waits for the match to start.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)
 
P.A: THE TRUTH – THE LIGHT – THE FUTURE
 
(Suddenly, flash flares erupt from the ringposts and In the Shadows by The Rasmus, starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak.  In one hand he carries the chair, and in the other an ominous looking duffel bag)
 
CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!
 
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…
 
(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring.  Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the duffel bag on it.)
 
P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…
 
(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre.  The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a white leather kilt and white boots)
 
JR: A big chance for Ezekiel to regain momentum here tonight
 
King: You mean after loosing the Intercontinental Title to its rightful owner, Hardcore Harry?
 
JR: He may of lost the match King, but he seems to have come out of it a lot stronger.
 
King: And with a busted up knee!
 
JR: How will that affect him against the multiple light heavyweight champion tonight?
 
King: Well one things for sure, Kolic won’t be looking to lose his title a week after winning it!

*DING DING*

JR: This match is underway!
Kolic and Ezekiel trade punches.
Kolic ducks a punch and flips Ezekiel over his back.
Ezekiel charges at Kolic, but Kolic uses an armdrag takedown.
Again, Kolic uses an armdrag takedown.
Kolic whips Ezekiel into the ropes and follows in with a clothesline.
Kolic delivers a 10 count punch.

King: This match has been all Kolic! Unfortunately, it's only been a minute!

JR: Kolic jumps and hits a hurricanrana! He's climbing the turnbuckle...and
he hits a frogsplash! He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, kickout!

JR: Kolic the quicker of the two men here tonight, but we’ve seen how effective Ezekiel can be at taking away the vertical base.
 
King: Kolic with a push
 
JR: Ezekiel not looking happy with that
 
King: Both men toe to toe
 
JR: Ezekiel saying something to Kolic
 
King: Probably trying to convert him
 
JR: Sucker punch by Kolic, Ezekiel down
 
King: Kolic’s looking sharp
 
JR: Drop toe hold by Ezekiel, followed with a leg lock.  As I said Ezekiel is very technically sound.
 
King: And he can use a stapler
 
JR: Well that is also true
 
King: Kolic to the ropes, and rolls out the ring
 
JR: A good move to stop Ezekiel building up an kind of offence

Kolic goes for irish whip, but Ezekiel blocks it.
Ezekiel goes for an armbar submission, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Ezekiel with a clothesline.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Ezekiel with a shoulderblock.
Kolic hits Ezekiel with a spin kick.
Kolic nails Ezekiel with a punch.
Kolic goes for irish whip, but Ezekiel blocks it.
Ezekiel goes for a bulldog, but Kolic throws him off.
Kolic uses irish whip on Ezekiel.
Kolic sends Ezekiel into the turnbuckle, but Ezekiel reverses it.
Ezekiel whips Kolic into the ropes, but Kolic reverses it.
Ezekiel hits Kolic with a shoulderblock.
Ezekiel gets ankle lock on Kolic.
Kolic inches his way towards the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Ezekiel whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic almost takes Ezekiel's head off with a clothesline
Kolic nails Ezekiel with a punch.
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Ezekiel ducks out of the way.
Ezekiel sends Kolic into the turnbuckle.
Kolic comes back and rocks Ezekiel with a kick to the midsection.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel gets an armbar submission on Kolic.
Kolic reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.
Ezekiel nails Kolic with a bulldog.
Ezekiel is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.

JR: Kolic of the ropes, leg sweep from Ezekiel
 
King: Isn’t that move illegal?
 
JR: No King
 
King: Oh ok, just checking
 
JR: Achilles lock by Ezekiel, continuing to try and weaken the legs of Kolic
 
King: Surely that move is illegal!
 
JR: What’s with you King tonight?
 
King: I don’t know, I can’t think of anything witty to say!
 
JR: Well maybe you shouldn’t say anything at all?
 
King: Don’t worry about me JR
 
JR: Ezekiel drops an elbow to the leg, quickly to his feet and drops another.  Ezekiel lifting Kolic to his feet.  Drop kick to the knee, Kolic back down to the canvas.

Ezekiel takes Kolic down with a savate kick.
Ezekiel nails Kolic with a left hook.
Ezekiel hits a belly-to-back suplex on Kolic.
Ezekiel throws Kolic out of the ring.
Ezekiel goes outside.
Ezekiel throws Kolic into the ringpost.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ezekiel shoves Kolic into the guardrail.
Ezekiel nails Kolic with a savate kick.
Ezekiel throws Kolic back into the ring.
Ezekiel puts Kolic in a guillotine choke.
Kolic is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ezekiel lets go after 14 seconds.
Ezekiel hits Kolic.
The crowd is behind Ezekiel all the way.
Kolic kicks Ezekiel.
Ezekiel hits Kolic.
The crowd is behind Ezekiel all the way.

JR: Both men starting to look weary here, Fallout took its toll on both men
 
King: The two of them had tough matches
 
JR: Kolic with Ezekiel in the corner, Kolic going for a ten punch
 
CROWD: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…
 
JR: Atomic drop, counter by Ezekiel, boot to the gut and a Bona Fide
 
(Ezekiel goes for the pin)
 
REF: One… Two… Th
 
King: Foot on the rope!!!
 
JR: Good awareness shown by Kolic, that kept him the All American title.

Ezekiel hits Kolic.
The chants for Ezekiel are deafening.
Ezekiel takes Kolic down with a drop toehold.
Ezekiel goes for gutwrench powerbomb, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits Kolic with a kick.
Ezekiel nails Kolic with a kick to the thigh.
Ezekiel goes for a guillotine choke, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic nails Ezekiel with spinning headscissors.
Numerous fans are using Kolic for target practice.
Kolic nails Ezekiel with spinning headscissors.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Kolic executes a spin kick on Ezekiel.
Kolic executes a Russian legsweep on Ezekiel.
Kolic hits Ezekiel with a punch.

JR: Ezekiel and Kolic both looking for any small advantage.  Rake in the eyes from Kolic
 
King: Kolic whipping Zeke to the ropes, Binary Blast time!
 
JR: No Ezekiel ducks, Inquisition!

Al Johnson counts: One, two, foot on the ropes.
Ezekiel gets an armbar submission on Kolic.
Kolic makes it to the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Ezekiel catches Kolic in ankle lock.
Kolic inches his way towards the ropes after 8 seconds.
Ezekiel executes a belly-to-back suplex on Kolic.
Ezekiel nails Kolic with a drop toehold.

JR:Wait a minute! Here comes Lowedown to take a closer look at Ezekial.

King:Why? Zeke there turned down the bWo tournament spot! Maybe he wants to scout him for the match Zeke requested for next week!

JR:Lowedown doesn't look that impressed King. He's casually strolling down to the ring with...uh-oh. Lowedown appears to have what appears to be...that's
Maverick's nightstick! What is he doing with that nightstick?!?

King:Maverick probably gave it to him as a gift! I think Lowedown wants to show Zeke his new toy!

(Lowedown makes his way towards the ring and then stands inches from the ring apron and stares at Ezekial with a smile on his face. As Lowedown tries to
distract Ezekial, Flame makes her way from out of the crowd and jumps over the railing and immediately slides into the ring to talk to the referee...)

JR:What is Flame doing in the ring? Someone needs to get her out of there!

King:Why do that? This means I get to see PUPPIES even sooner! WOO-HOO! I LOVE PUPPIES!

JR:She's just doing that to dsitract the referee long enough for Lowedown to make his move! Lowedown...isn't doing anything though. I don't get it.

King:Maybe he's just out there to play a mindgame on Zeke?

JR: Ezekiel has Kolic on the top rope...but Kolic shoves him off! Kolic
slowly stands on the turnbuckle and hits a plancha on Ezekiel! Kolic hits a
kip up and signals for the Binary Blast!

(Lowedown waits for Kolic to whip Ezekial into the ropes and then pulls the nightstick from behind his back and drives it into the lower back of Ezekial. Lowedown
then leaps up to the apron and levels Ezekial with a shot to the back of the head. Flame is still teasing the referee as Lowedown places the nightstick across the
throat of Ezekial and drives him down to the mat with a side russian leg sweep. Lowedown then slides out of the ring and puts the nightstick under the ring...)

JR:Lowedown just attacked Ezekial like a common thug! Kolic could win this one easily now!

JR: Kolic executes the Binary Blast on Ezekiel.
Kolic goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

King:Lowedown is now sliding back into the ring and he's waiting for Zeke to get up on his feet!

JR:Lowedown has that sadistic smirk on his face as he is waiting for...GOOD LORD! CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! Lowedown spun Ezekial
in a circle with that shot!

King:Someone call Zeke's chiropractor! He's going to need it! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown looks around for a moment as he then drops a leg on the neck of Ezekial before sliding under the bottom rope and looking underneath the ring. Lowedown
then pulls out a pair of singapore canes and slides back into the ring. Lowedown taps the sticks together before he suddenly begins driving the canes one at a time onto the
chest of Ezekial. Lowedown pauses in between each shot to look at the welts slowly begin to form on the chest and stomach of Ezekial as he continues to deliver
devastating blows down. Lowedown finally stops after one of the sticks snaps in half on the chest of Ezekial. Lowedown looks down once more to see blood trickling down
off the chest of Ezekial. Lowedown raises the second singapore cane high in the air as the crowd watches on...)

JR:I can't believe Lowedown is doing this to the rookie?

King:Zeke was asking for it!

JR:He was asking for it?

King:Yeah! He wants to fight Lowedown so Lowedown is giving him a small sample of what he's going to get next week at Bedlam!

(Lowedown throws down the singapore cane and attempts to pick up a limp Ezekial. Lowedown powers him up and then presses him up in the air and looks to the
crowd before driving Ezekial to the mat with a vicious Downlowe. Lowedown stands over the body of Ezekial and places his fingers on his chin as if he was thinking
of what to do next. Lowedown finally slides out of the ring one more time and grabs the ring bell and a steel chair. Lowedown slides back into the ring and places the
ring bell on the chest of Ezekial as he lies on the mat. Lowedown climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and holds the chair high in the air before leaping off and drives the
chair down on top of the ring bell and into the chest of Ezekial...)

JR:GOOD LORD! Lowedown has lost his mind! He could have crushed Ezekial's ribs or collapsed a lung on this youngster!

King:I think Lowedown is so angry with Lightning that he's taking his frustration out on poor Zeke there! Maybe someone should get him out of there?

(Lowedown holds the steel chair high in the air and then slams the chair down into the chest again. Lowedown places the steel chair on the chest of Ezekial and then
stands on top of the steel chair and pretends to surf for a moment as the crowd laughs. Lowedown finally steps off the chest of Ezekial and looks over to Lily Garcia
and makes a motion for the microphone...)

JR:Lowedown is asking for the microphone! What does he want to say to an unconscious Ezekial?

King:Better luck next time?

(Lowedown drops down to one knee and pulls the head of Ezekial up and gets right in his face. The blood is dripping down the forehead of Ezekial as Lowedown
gets close...)

Lowedown:Listen ya lil' punk @$$ wanna be! You show respect to the man! You show respect to me! I think I've earned it around here! You wanna run your
mouth? Just be ready to have your @$$ handed to you each and every single time you wanna try me! You, Harry, and anyone else in the back there think
they got what it takes to beat me better think about it long and hard! I am the man who will show you what pain is all about next week Zeke!

(Lowedown pauses as he drives his fist down into the forehead of Ezekial to watch him bleed more...)

Lowedown:You run your mouth Zeke and I'll shut it for you personally! You are nothing to me except a cockroach under my boot! When you wake up and watch
this tape, you'll remember who the BLEEP I am!

(Lowedown pauses as he then takes the microphone and slams it down into the chest of Ezekial who lies motionless in the middle of the ring. Lowedown is heard
saying something to Ezekial before leaving the ring...)

Lowedown:You will remember who I am!

(Lowedown slowly slides out of the ring and walks over towards his wife who is shaking her finger at Ezekial in the ring as she begins to laugh at him. Both Lowedown
and Flame climb over the railing and make their way through the crowd...)

JR:I can't believe what we just witnessed from Lowedown!

King:He told Zeke that he was going to learn the hard way J.R! To be honest, I think Lowedown took it easy on him just now!

JR:Took it easy on him? He practically wrapped that steel chair around the face and neck of Ezekial!

King:Exactly J.R! If he was going to be tougher on him, he would have used two chairs!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

>>>

(Howitzer is seen in the locker room in his street clothes, wearing boot-cut
blue jeans, dark colored tennis shoes, a Swiss Army watch, and an Ozzy
Osbourne t-shirt with the Ozzman's face printed on it above the words "Got
Blood?" Cheri Runnels walks into the locker room with a mic and camera man.
She is dressed in an incredibly short leather mini skirt and a halter top
that barely contains her assets. She promptly puts her mic to Howitzer's
face.)

Cheri: Howitzer!

HOWITZER: Cheri.

(He looks her up and down with a somewhat disapproving look on his face.)

HOWITZER: You're lookin'...classy and understated as usual.

Cheri: Hey, thanks big guy!

HOWITZER: Where'd they get the leather for that skirt, the world's smallest
cow?

Cheri: Oh Howitzer, you kidder! Ha ha! Hey, I'm surprised to find you in
such a good mood after what just happened out there with Tobey Miliken!

HOWITZER: What, ya mean that little game'a hide-n-go seek we just had?
Nah, I was a little hacked off about it at first, but I'm fine now.

Cheri: But that doesn't seem like you Howitzer! I expected to find this
locker room half destroyed!

HOWITZER: Well Cheri, nothin' settles me down like makin' a plan that's
100% guar-an-TEED to leave "The Hollywood @$$hole" broken in half and cryin'
like a baby for his MOTHER.

Cheri: What's your plan??!!

HOWITZER: Well, it relies on the element of surprise there, Cheri. So I
can't tell ya. But you, and all those people out there watchin', won't
wanna miss it. I was trying to think of something that would give Tobey
that payback he's got comin', and then it hit me! I says to myself, I says
"Howitzer, you're the TELEVISION CHAMPION!" And it all fell into place from
there, Cheri. 'Cause believe you me...this is gonna be GREAT television.

(Howitzer turns to the camera and holds onto Cheri's microphone. Cheri is
clearly thrilled to have Howitzer placing his big paw over her hand.)

HOWITZER: Tobey...it's time to -

(The crowd watching the interview on the Bruisertron finishes the
catchphrase along with Howitzer.)

HOWITZER AND CROWD: - TO LATHER UP AND SHAVE YOUR @$$!!!

(The crowd cheers enthusiastically as the segment fades.)
 

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