Date : 10/11/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Omaha Civic Arena Omaha Nebraska

(Backstage)

(Kolic is shown in his locker room reading the Wall Street Journal and
watching TV, though we can't see what. Suddenly, there's a knock on the
door, and The Couch walks in.)

Couch: Look at you, Kolic! One month back and already you're the
All-American Champ! You got time for The Couch to ask...

Kolic: (Looks up from the newspaper) Sorry Couch, but I'm a little busy.

Couch: No problem, man. See ya!

(Kolic goes back to reading the newspaper as Couch leaves. A minute later,
Kate enters the room.)

Kate: Did he fall for it?

Kolic: Hook, line, and sinker. Something like the WSJ is like kryptonite to
him. (Kolic tosses the newspaper away, revealing a Wavebird wireless
Gamecube controller.) You ready?

Kate: As always, but this time, I will beat you!

(Kate picks up another controller and the two play Mario Kart Double Dash. A
few minutes later, Kolic easily wins.)

Kolic: Once again, I am undefeated at Mario Kart!

Kate: That's not fair, just because you...

Kolic: Practice all the time?

Kate: Well...yeah.

Kolic: One more time, I might let you win...

Kate: You've never let anyone win.

Kolic: Good point. Let's go!

(The game starts again as the camera fades)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Gainesville, GA...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Role Model" AJ Stiles

KING: What the heck? Something is wrong here if this low-carder is the #1 contender for the LH title!

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

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
The Judge

Match Entrance

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 mixed reaction 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!
AJ Stiles hits The Judge with a kneelift.
AJ Stiles nails The Judge with a rana.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
The Judge hits AJ Stiles with a kick.
The Judge goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but AJ Stiles counters it with
a punch.
The Judge re-reverses it.
The Judge kicks AJ Stiles.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.
The Judge whips AJ Stiles into the turnbuckle, but AJ Stiles reverses it.
AJ Stiles hits The Judge with a kip-up Frankensteiner.
AJ Stiles goes for a forearm smash, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge executes the Gavel Smash on AJ Stiles.
The crowd is cheering on The Judge.
The Judge goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The Judge is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is The Judge!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>


(The scene opens in Tamer’s dimly lit locker room. Tamer is in the middle of the room leaning on a table. Draped on the table is the Intercontinental title.)

Tamer: I know. Usual setup it gets boring... But its my routine. A get ready for my matches physically and aesthetically. Why not get started on the match here by grinding down my opponent mentally. In reality this locker room, although it changes from arena to arena, is my sanctuary. The feeling I get while the final moments tick down before a match is intoxicating. Then I leave this locker room and wait at the guerilla position, I get the signal, and burst out from behind the curtain. The fans cheers and jeers trickling over me. Heightening my adrenaline. As I walk down that ramp I feel untouchable. Then the bell rings the match starts very slow at first. Then at that first bump, the first hit of the mat, at that very moment everything becomes a whirlwind. You’re running mostly on instincts. That’s what it is. Eighty percent instinct, ten percent toughness, and that other ten percent is brains. Now out there I give two-hundred percent, or at least try to every time. That extra one-hundred percent is all-heart. Right here...

(Tamer motions at his heart and then pounds on his chest.)

Tamer: That’s where the drive comes from. It comes from the inside. Tonight Tyrone and I will go out there and tear the roof down in tag competition. Even though Tyrone hasn’t been himself as of late. The drive is there I know it. The fire is something he can never lose. It may take a spark for it to burn deeply again. But it will happen.

(Tamer smacks the Intercontinental title.)

Tamer: Now I know everyone wants to know what is happening with the Intercontinental title. I did the unthinkable. I turned the champion into the challenger. Instead of me coming for him, he has to come gunning for me. Some people may not like it. But you have to respect the thinking behind it. I want this title. I made that more then clear. Yet I was being dismissed as an afterthought. So I knew what I had to do. I wanted the belt and wanted to get one more go at harry. No matter who was champ at the end of the match that went down at the Pay-Per-View, I was taking the belt. Luckily for me Harry was able to pull this one out. And now I’m killing two birds with one stone. So Harry come on man. Lets figure this out. I mean name whatever stips you want. I’ll I want is a match. That’s it. In fact, you give me my match and the second the contracts are signed I’ll hand your belt back to you. I’ll let you walk in to the Pay-Per-View with the title. But I guarantee you won’t walk out with it.

(Tamer stands up straight and puts his sunglasses on.)

Tamer: I have nothing more to say... So as for tonight...Let the rush begin...

FADE

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

At a total combined weight of 673 pounds...
From Kingston, Jamaica... weighing in at 410 pounds...
Tyrone Smith
His partner...
From Tucson, AZ... weighing in at 263 pounds...
Tamer

(The lights in the arena go out)

PA: If we only knew the truth about it...
Maybe we could work a way around it...

(Red pyro shoots from the stage. It holds as "The Truth" by Nonpoint plays
over the PA system)

PA: IF WE ONLY KNEW THE TRUTH ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!
MAYBE WE COULD WORK A WAY AROUND IT!!!!!!!!!

(A wall of flames engulfs the red pyro and covers the stage complete for a
few seconds. When the first verse kicks in the wall dies, revealing Tamer
arms raised holding the Intercontinental title in the air. Tyrone is
standing behind him, Tyrone looks like he'd rather be elsewhere.)

JR: Tyrone and Tamer, the Brothers of the Apocalypse, still seemed to be
having troubles. I've never seen Tyrone so uninterested in a match before in
my life.

(Tamer begins walking down the ramp slapping the fans hands very pumped up.
Tyrone makes his way down to the ring but is very lackluster. Tamer enter
the ring and pounds his chest pointing at the crowd. Tyrone just stands on
the apron waiting for the match to start)

King: I like this Tyrone JR. He finally the big stupid Jamaican ape I've
been calling him for years now! HA HA!

Their opponents...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
From Philadelphia, PA... weighing in at 244 pounds...
"The Extreme ICON" Sandmann

("Enter the Sandmann" plays as Sandmann comes to the stage along with Embalmer. Sandmann downs a few beers as he walks down the stage. Embalmer chugs a jar of embalming fluid. Sandmann lights a cigarette as he crosses over the guardrail, stands on a chair and pours a beer down a moronic fan's gullet. Embalmer starts to pour embalming fluid down the guys throat, but Sandmann stops him before he can cause the fan any harm. Sandmann then enters the ring.)

LILLY: His partner...
From Short Hills, New Jersey... weighing in at 245 pounds...
Ravven

("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.)

*DING DING* 

JR: It looks as though Tamer will start the match!
Sandmann hits Tamer.
Sandmann chops Tamer.
The chants for Sandmann are deafening.
Sandmann kicks Tamer.
Tamer hits Sandmann.
Tamer punches Sandmann.
Sandmann chops Tamer.
The crowd is behind Sandmann all the way.
Tamer hits Sandmann.
Sandmann chops Tamer.
The chants for Sandmann are deafening.
Tamer chops Sandmann.
There are lots of chants for Tamer.
Tamer hits Sandmann with an Asai moonsault.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer takes Sandmann down with the Reverse DDT.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Tamer just tagged Tyrone in. Tyrone doesn't look as though he wants to
go in however. Tamer and the referee are both yelling for Tyrone to step in
the ring.

King: Tyrone really isn't fighting anyone anymore JR! It's the end of his
career! HA HA!

JR: It unfortunately appears so. Tyrone finally enters the ring. He's
staring at Ravven.

TYRONE JUST TAGGED TAMER BACK IN! WHAT IS DOING?!

King: Look at Tamer's face, JR! He tagged out to catch his breath!

JR: And Tyrone just tagged him back in.

(the crowd boos as Tamer looks at Tyrone with anger and confussion.)

JR: The referee is ordering Tamer back in!

Tamer goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Sandmann blocks it.
Ravven enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Tyrone Smith enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Sandmann and Ravven hit Tamer with a double vertical suplex.
Ravven leaves the ring.
Sandmann hits a back suplex on Tamer.
Sandmann takes Tamer down with a hiptoss.
Sandmann tags out to Ravven.
Sandmann enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Ravven hits Tamer with a swinging neckbreaker.
Ravven is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Ravven hits Tamer with a stomp.
Ravven hits a powerslam on Tamer.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven gets a front facelock on Tamer.
Tamer is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tamer reaches the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.

JR: Tamer is taking a beating out there. He needs to make a tag to Tyrone.
Tamer tags out to Tyrone. Tyrone is in.

TYRONE TAGS OUT TO TAMER AGAIN!!

King: HA HA! Talk about team unity!

JR: Tamer is dying for a break in this match... Why is Tyrone risking his
best friend's health for his own personal problems?

King: Because he's a egomaniac off his rocker, JR!

JR: Tyrone is exiting the ring. He's climbing down and just sitting on the
steps! Tyrone isn't even looking at the ring anymore!

King: Tamer's going to get destroyed by a set of jobbers, Jr. HA HA!

JR: Tamer must be disgusted with Tyrone, just like the rest of us.

Ravven whips Tamer into the ropes.
Ravven goes for a dropkick, but Tamer side-steps and Ravven only hits air.
There are lots of chants for Tamer.

King: This is great!

JR: Are you kidding me!

Tamer has been down right betrayed here.

Tamer is fighting back

Ravven and Tamer are exchanging blows

Tamer whips Ravven towrads the ropes

Ravven comes off the rebound with a neck-breaker

Tamer is hurt King

He has nowhere to turn

Ravven with the cover

REF: One, Two, Th-Kick-out

King: What!

How did he do that!

JR: Tamer talked about instinct earlier and that’s all he’s got left in the tank. A little instinct and a whole lota heart

(Ravven tags in Sandmann. Sandmann drops an elbow on Tamer’s head.)

JR: Tyrone needs to get his act together.

The fans are yelling at him to get on that apron

Sandmann with a suplex

Tamer is just a carcass in that ring now

Sandmann is kicking Tamer

taunting him

Sandmann tags in Ravven

Ravven and Sandmann hit the double suplex

Ravven with the cover

Ref: One, Two, Thr- KICK-OUT!

JR: By Gawd!

King: How!

JR: Tamer is not going to go easy.

King: The end is near for Tamer!

JR: It just may be

Ravven and Sandmann have been alternating frequently

At this point they may just be enjoying themselves

Sandmann tags in Ravven again

Tamer is barely standing

Tamer has fallen back on the ropes for support

(Sandmann runs at Tamer. Tamer low-bridges Sandmann at the last second. Sandmann flies out of the ring and lands outside Ravven kicks Tamer in the gut and sets him up for the Evenflow DDT. Tamer twist Ravven’s arm behind him. Tamer hooks Ravven up from behind.)

JR: Tamer with a sudden burst of attack

THE WHIP!

Tamer hits Ravven with The Whip

Pin cover!

REF: One, Two, Three!

*DING DING*

Lilly: Here is...Here our your winners Tamer and Tyrone Smith the Brothers of The Apocalypse!

JR: Tamer won it

He had to fight by himself

But he did it!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Witherspoon is sitting in his locker room, talking on a cell phone to someone.)
 
Witherspoon:  You got it?  That’s good.  Yea, I’ll get that done tonight.  Don’t worry about it.
 
*knock knock*
 
Witherspoon:  Listen, I gotta go.  Talk to yea later.
 
(Witherspoon hangs up the phone and slips it into his pocket.)
 
Witherspoon:  Come in.
 
(Michael Bole steps into the room with a mic and a camera.)
 
Bole:  Witherspoon some questions.
 
Witherspoon:  Bole, tell management to stop sending morons to interview me.  Keep it safe and stick with you.  You generally don’t BLEEP!! me off.
 
Bole:  Uhh, alright.
 
Witherspoon:  So how bout those questions.
 
Bole: So you are pretty confident going against Master Z in the main event tonight?
 
Witherspoon:  Of course.  It’s not my first main event, and I’ve learned a lot since Lowedown.
 
Bole:  So you aren’t worried about facing The Champion in the ring.
 
Witherspoon:  Why should I be?  It should be most interesting.  As long as Z brings his game to the ring it should prove to be quite entertaining.  I’m not going to fool myself.  Z is a veteran, and he’s been in this fed a long time.  He’s riddin high from his victory at the Fallout, and probably considers me just another punk in his way like William Black.  But I’m not like Black.  I’m the Minnesota Madman.  I don’t mess around in that ring.  Lowedown learned that, and Master Z had better realize that, or else he’ll find out when he’s screamin in agony in the center of the ring as his hand slaps the mat.
 
Bole:  Alright, are you gonna mention anything about this month…
 
Witherspoon:  You mean the match stipulation?  Nope, not gonna do that Bole.  You are gonna find out as soon as everyone else is.  Talk to ya later.
 
Bole:  So the interview is over?
 
Witherspoon:  Get out.
 
(Bole and the camera crew hurry from the locker room.)

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

At a total combined weight of 510 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
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 to the boos of the crowd. he BMWF World Tag Team title strapped around his waist. He walks to the center of the rampway. He stands there and looks down into the ring through the tattered black towel. Suddenly, "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blasts over the PA as Ash walks out with the BMWF World Tag Team title draped over his shoulder. They walk to the ring together. Once at ringside they step through the ropes and walk to the center of the ring. Scotty stands there with his arms folded as Ash holds his half of the Tag Team titles over his head.)

Ash: As I stand out here, it’s very obvious to me that nobody has the guts to stand before us. The tag divison is drying up faster than we expected, but it’s not surprising. I mean when you’ve got a force like Scotty and I, it’s not surprising that people like Tamer and Tyrone are running scared. Now Scotty thinks we can rub this effect of on the Judge, but I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

Scotty: Just like Ash said. The Judge is the first ta be taken unda wing by us. He showed us that he is up for a challenge and doesn't need all these stinkin' fans.

(The crowd boos him.)

Scotty: But ya know... I thought when we got these titles that someone would stand up ta us... But ya know... I realized that all the so called great tag teams of the BMWF are just yella cowards... Were are ya's? Ya know... They just make me sick Ash.

Ash: It’s not even worth mentioning these cowards Scotty. It’s obvious why the tag team is in shambles, and it’s not a coincidence that it’s right after we’ve arrived.

Scotty: But instead of showin' how great we really are... We get these morons. They couldn't even scare the Girl Scouts.Alter Boy and Friar.... Beat us... If ya's can...

Ash: Survive... If we let you....

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 587 pounds...
From St. Michaels Cathedral... weighing in at 183 pounds...
Altar Boy Mark
His partner...
From Saginaw, Michigan... weighing in at 404 pounds...
Friar Fergus

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Altar Boy Mark chops Ash.
The crowd is starting to get behind Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark punches Ash.
The crowd is starting to get behind Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark kicks Ash.
A small "Altar Boy Mark" chant is being started.
Ash executes an inside cradle on Altar Boy Mark.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ash complains about a slow count.
Ash tags out to Scotty Scott.
Scotty Scott and Ash whip Altar Boy Mark into the ropes.
They hit Altar Boy Mark with a double kick to the midsection.

JR: Scotty is not showing Alter Boy Mark any respect.

King: Does he really deserve respect JR?

JR: Alter Boy Mark whips Scotty into the ropes....

King: Scotty grabbed the ropes!!!!

JR: Scotty just took Mark's head off with a shortarm clothesline!!!!

King: Hahahahaha!!!!

JR: Scotty has Mark by the hair....

King: This is going to be funny.

JR: Scotty has Mark up in the air..... POWERBOMB!!!!!

JR: Scotty make a tag to Ash.

King: They are tag team experts.

JR: Double suplex on Friar Fergus!!!

King: That was a load.

JR: Now they are stomping a mudhole out of the Friar!!!

King: That is one big mudhole.

JR: The referee is trying to get Scotty out of the ring.

King: Get out of there Scotty!!!

JR: He exits the ring finally but the damage is already done.

JR: Scotty has Mark in a rear chinlock with his knee buried into Mark's back.

King: He is weaking that back some more.

JR: Now he delivers a knee to the back.

King: That hurts believe me.

JR: Scotty is now pulling at the corners of Mark's mouth.

Referee: 1
2
3
4

JR: Scotty broke the hold he had and is arguing with the referee.

King: Nothing wrong there... He broke the hold.

JR: Mark is getting up. Scotty just snatched him back down by his hair!!!!

King: This referee should lay off him.

JR: Mark is back up... Scotty just snatched him back down again by his hair like it was nothing.

King: Hahaha... Mark is going to be bald at this rate!!!!

JR: Scotty tags in Ash!

JR: Ash nailed the Lethal Injection on Altar Boy Mark.

King: Look out Fatso is coming in!!!!

JR: Scotty cut him off and has him trapped in the Scottamission!!!!

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, Friar Fergus doesn't make it in time... three.
The crowd is cheering on Ash.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Ash and Scotty Scott!

JR: Michael Bole is with Tyrone Smith right now. Michael, take it away.

(The scene cuts to Bole and Tyrone standing backstage. Tyrone seems to have
his mind on other things as Bole tries to get answers from him)

Bole: Tyrone, the past two shows now, we've seen you throw in the towel from
the very beginning. Why?

Tyrone: Because, Michael, I've finally gotten da point. Y'all've been
beatin' it over my head for years now, an' I finally get it. I've busted my
@$$ for dis federation, an' y'all have always pushed me down still. Ya've
praised an' raised da scum of dis fed to da highest of pedestals, while
shunnin' da man who has killed himself for an honest buck. Well, I ain't
killin' myself no more. I'll show up, and collect my check, just like da
rest of losers here... Why kill myself for da same amount of cash?

Bole: Uh...

Tyrone: Exactly...

(Tyrone walks off from Bole)

JR: Well then. Tyrone's lost his desire.

King: And he's just here collecting a check! I say Stone Cold suspend him
with out pay indefinitely!

JR: You mean fire him?

King: Um... YES!!!! FIRE HIM!!!!!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

Ezekiel

(The arena lights dim and silence envelopes the arena.  Suddenly ‘In The Shadows’ by The Rasmus blares over the P.A. and the crowd are on their feet)
 
JR: Ezekiel with another chance at Kolic’s All American Title after last week’s interference by Lowedown.  A brutal attack, unprovoked.
 
King: What are you talking about; Ezekiel has been talking smack out Lowedown in the locker room for weeks!
 
JR: Stop making things up King!
 
(Ezekiel continues to the ring with his traditional black leather kilt, and chair in tow with the IC belt draped over his shoulder.  He sets up the chair at the side of the ring, and rolls into the ring)

LILLY: His opponent...
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.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Last week we saw these two men have a close match-up.  Ultimately Lowedown was the X-Factor, handing the victory to Kolic.
 
King: Zeke’s bound to be mad after that
JR: Remember King, it’s Ezekiel
 
King: Well until he tells me personally, it’s Zeke

JR: Kolic whips Ezekiel into the ropes.
Kolic hits Ezekiel with a shoulderblock.
Kolic smacks Ezekiel with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Ezekiel with a kick.
Kolic hits a frog splash on Ezekiel.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Kolic is lighting quick, will we see Ezekiel go to work on Kolic’s legs again.  That seemed to prove very affective last week.
 
King: The only problem with that is, is that Kolic now knows Zeke’s game plan!
 
JR: Ezekiel swinging hard fists, less controlled than normal.  That seems to be a pattern forming
 
King: I told you earlier, that beating from Lowedown has knocked his senses.  I mean more than normal!

JR: Kolic sends Ezekiel into the turnbuckle.
Kolic kicks Ezekiel.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Kolic kicks Ezekiel.
Numerous fans are using Kolic for target practice.
Kolic chops Ezekiel.
Kolic uses a punch on Ezekiel.
Kolic throws Ezekiel out of the ring.
Rick Patrick counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Ezekiel
reenters the ring.
Kolic smacks Ezekiel with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Kolic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Ezekiel ducks out of the way.
Rick Patrick removes the chair from the ring.

JR: A devastating double clothesline! Both men are out...wait, Kolic hit a
kip up! He's measuring Ezekiel, who finally gets to his feet.

Kolic hits a karate kick to Ezekiel's left knee.
Kolic hits a karate kick to Ezekiel's gut.
Kolic hits a karate kick to Ezekiel's head as it comes down.
Kolic hits a dropkick to Ezekiel.

JR: Kolic's on fire! He runs to the ropes and hits a springboard elbow drop!
He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

King: Kolic nearly had it!

JR: Kolic has Ezekiel's left leg, and he lays into it with kicks to the back
of the knee! He pulls Ezekiel to a sitting position, rebounds off the ropes,
and hits a sitting dropkick! He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, thr-kickout!

JR: Ezekiel hits Kolic with a drop toehold.
Ezekiel goes for gutwrench powerbomb, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic executes a punch on Ezekiel.
Ezekiel hits Kolic with an elbow.
Ezekiel whips Kolic into the turnbuckle, but Kolic reverses it.

JR: Both men lock up in the ring, Kolic brakes the hold and thumb to the eye.  Kolic with a couple of stiff right hands backs Ezekiel into the corner
 
King: Ezekiel already in trouble here, what has it been, five minutes?
 
JR: Kolic whips Ezekiel, no reversal, Kolic sent into the opposite turnbuckle.  Kolic bounces out of the turnbuckle and is hit with a massive pin in the belly suplex.  Ezekiel quick to regain control here.
 
(Ezekiel picks Kolic up and hits a snap suplex.  Back to his feet he quickly drops a couple of elbows to the back of Kolic’s neck.)
 
JR: Ezekiel going to work on the leg of Kolic now, a strategic move like last week.  Weaken his leg and lock in a leg lock, and also weaken the effect of the Binary Blast.
 
(Ezekiel locks in a reverse crab, and drops a knee for good measure)

Ezekiel nails Kolic with a savate kick.
Ezekiel chops Kolic.
The crowd is behind Ezekiel all the way.
Ezekiel punches Kolic.
The crowd is behind Ezekiel all the way.
Ezekiel goes for gutwrench powerbomb, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic nails Ezekiel with a Russian legsweep.

JR: Kolic rolls to the outside, Ezekiel follows.  The ref talking to Kate, oh no!  Kolic with a pair of brass knuckles, the ref didn’t see him.
 
King: HA!  Good move Kolic!
 
JR: Logan steps back, the ref never saw a thing.  Kolic lifts Ezekiel and rolls him back into the ring.  Ezekiel looking dazed.
 
(Kolic rolls back into the ring and places a few kicks to the ribs of Ezekiel.)
 
King: Yah! Kolic looking to repay the favour, he’s going for a Boston Crab!
 
JR: Ezekiel could be in trouble here, the Boston Crab is a highly effective manoeuvre.  TAKE DOWN BY EZEKIEL, Ezekiel has an Achilles hold locked into Kolic.  Kolic straining to reach for the ropes.  The crowd are on their feet!
 
(After 36 seconds Kolic manages to get his fingertips on the ropes and Ezekiel breaks the hold.  The ref backs Ezekiel into the corner and checks on Kolic.)
 
Ezekiel takes Kolic down with a bulldog.
Ezekiel goes for a left hook, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic hits a punch on Ezekiel.

JR: Kolic has Ezekiel in the corner, signalling for a ten count.  Ezekiel reverses…
 
CROWD: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX... SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE… TEN
 
JR: Kolic looking dazed, a boot to the gut by Ezekiel followed by a Bona Fide into the turnbuckles!!!
 
(Ezekiel lifts Kolic to his feet and whips him to the ropes, and Kolic rebounds. Ezekiel sidestepping nails an Inquisition, causing Kolic’s head to bounce off the canvas)
 
JR: That’s it!
 
Referee: One… Two… FOOT ON THE ROPES!

JR: Ezekiel has Kolic set up for the Bona Fide...but Kolic fights it! Kolic
turns it into a hurricanrana! Ezekiel is sitting on the middle rope, and
Kolic quickly hits the 619!

King: He knows Ezekiel will win if he doesn't let up!

JR: Kolic handstands on the top rope and hits the Slide Rule! He quickly
stands and signals for the Binary Blast! He grabs Ezekiel, Irish Whips him
into the ropes...and hits it! Here's the pin!

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Numerous fans are using Kolic for target practice.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Master Z is entering the BMWF arena and is stopped by Michael Bole. Master Z is five times the size of Bole and he is wearing the US title around his waist and the World title higher on his waist!)

Michael Bole: Master Z! Now that you’re the World Champion what do you plan on doing about that US title?

Master Z: What do I plan on doing about anything? Nothing! I am no longer the hunter and everyone is too scared to hunt me! Look at me Bole, would you want to step in a ring with me? Two weeks ago I totally destroyed The Jamaican Monster Tyrone Smith! Maverick has been beaten so many times by me it’s not even funny! Who can challenge me Bole? Nobody!

Michael Bole: So you plan to do nothing with the US title?

Master Z: I will continue to dominate anyone who steps in the ring with me! Anyone wants one of these belts they gotta come and physically pry it out of my hands! What do you think I’m going to give away my good fortune?

Michael Bole: Uhh…

Master Z: Bole, this is to anyone who’s listening right now! I dare you to come after me! I invite you to try and knock me off my thrown! I’ll say right now that’s not going to happen! I predicted months ago that I would take this title when I deemed it necessary. I did just that! I also said I’d hold it for as long as I feel like. Someone come make me a liar, I dare you!

(Master Z pushes past bole and continues into his locker room)

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