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

(The arena lights all turn off as the steady drum beat slowly sounds from the speakers.)
 
King:  I’m scared of the dark JR!
 
(The lights flash on brightly as two pyro’s shoot from the stage and explode in the air.  “Kashmir” By Led Zeppelin blares from the speakers as Witherspoon walks onto the stage from the back.  He’s wearing black pants, boots, his Witherspoon shirt and his Trench coat.  He has a Minnesota Twin’s Homer Hanky wrapped around his forehead.  He walks to the top of the ramp and raises his right fist into the air.  He smacks his chest with his left fist and then walks down to the ring.  He slides under the ropes and rise to his feet, pulling a microphone from one of his Trench coat pockets.  The music comes to a stop as he glances around the loudly booing crowd.)
 
JR:  Witherspoon is out here to announce the match stipulation for the match at the October PPV.
 
Witherspoon:  Alright everyone listen up.  The match up that I have in mind is revolutionary.  No one has ever thought up anything like this before.  This match up is going to test every person in the ring.  It’s gonna test your skill, your sanity, and it is most certainly going to test your pain threshold.  Because I guarantee you that Howitzer, Tobey, and myself are going to bleed a whole lot in this match.
 
*crowd pop*
 
King:  I can’t take the excitement JR!
 
Witherspoon:  At the PPV, it’s going to be… Howitzer vs. Tobey Miliken vs. Witherspoon in a Darkside Chamber Match!
 
JR:  What in the world…
 
King:  YEAH!  What is that!
 
Witherspoon:  Allow to describe this match to you.  You start off with your average run of the mill Hell in a Cell match, and you spice it up a bit.
 
JR:  I would hardly call a Hell in a Cell run of the mill.

KING: Well, we have one every PPV, so it's got to be run of the mill.

JR:Good point!
 
Witherspoon:  In the ring there is going to be a great big steel pentagram lying on the mat, and through this steel pentagram, nails are going to be hammered through so that each time you hit the ground, you bleed!
 
*crowd pop*
 
King:  I like the sound of this!
 
Witherspoon: In the center of the pentagram there is going to be a stone alter, with chains on it, and a flail next to it, and behind that, on a 7 foot tall steel pole, is going to be a steel replica of a goat’s skull!
 
JR:  Oh God…
 
King:  YEAH!
 
Witherspoon:  Also, at the four corners on the outside of the ring there is going to be a big canister of gasoline to satisfy the pyromaniac in all of us!
 
*Crowd pop*
 
JR:  This is sick!
 
Witherspoon:  You may use anything in the ring, and you had best use it in a creative matter, because I’m going to be at home here, and I will use everything to the best of my ability, which as you know is quite well.
 
King:  These men are going to kill each other!  This match is completely barbaric!  I love it!
 
Witherspoon:  Also, this match is going to be an elimination style match, so nobody can say that they never got taken out.  The winner of this match will prove beyond a doubt that they deserve the World Television title.  That’s all for now folks!
 
(“Kashmir” starts again and Witherspoon starts to slide from the ring...)
 
JR:  I think Witherspoon has lost his mind!
 
King:  Come on JR!  When have you ever seen so many people fight for the TV title!

(Suddenly, the building is filled with the eerie purple glow as the Darklord theme starts.)

KING: Oh, no! i just realized! Witherspoon said DARKSIDE! YAHHH!

(Suddenly, a huge pyro explosion goes off and Darklord comes through the curtains and heads to the ring.)

JR: My Gosh! It's the BMWF's resident evil being---THE DARKLORD!!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: Good thing you wore your Depends, King!

KING: YAHHH! Darn thing is leaking!

(Darklord steps up the ringsteps. His eyeballs roll back into his head as he raises his hands causing the lights to return to normal.)

JR: Darklord has the mic!

KING: Oh, no! He's going to zap Witherspoon!

DARKLORD: So, little one, this match you have spoken of sounds dear to my stone heart! However, you left out one thing. I...the Lord of Darkness...shall be the SPECIAL REFEREE!!

KING: YAHHHH!

DARKLORD: Yes, mortals. The Lord of Darkness has returned and two of thee shall...REST...IN...PEEEEEEEACE!!!

(Darklord's music plays as he rols his eyes back into his head.)

JR: Good grief! What a match!

KING: YAHHH! I'm resting in PEEEEEEEE!

(Witherspoon is walking around in the back when he hears someone whispering his name.)

Voice: WITHERSPOON!

(Witherspoon turns around but see's no one. Witherspoon has his post maul and is looking around like a man paranoid.)

Voice: HEY WITHERSPOON!

(Witherspoon keeps looking)

Voice: I'm over here.

(Witherspoon walks around is trying to follow the voice. Finally Witherspoon comes to a door that says boiler room. Witherspoon walks through the door)

King: What is Witherspoon doing?

JR: I don't know, but who is whispering his name is a bigger question.

King: And what are they going to do to him

>>>

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

From Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Hardcore Harry

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Hardcore Harry hits Shane Perish with a sidewalk slam.
Hardcore Harry uses a piledriver on Shane Perish.
Hardcore Harry hits Shane Perish with a sidewalk slam.
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
The cheers for Hardcore Harry are drowning out the boos.
Hardcore Harry whips Shane Perish into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry goes for a hiptoss, but Shane Perish counters it with a facerake.
Shane Perish throws Hardcore Harry into the turnbuckle.
Shane Perish whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry misses with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry hits Shane Perish with a shoulderblock.

(As the match continues, a group of senior citizens begin to make their way out of the entrance way carrying signs with them. As they attempt to make their way towards the ring, a sign
lights up on the Bruisertron that reads...)
 
"IF THESE GUYS CAN STILL DO IT...SO CAN HARDCORE HARRY! BY USING VIAGRA!"
 
(As the commercial replays itself, a group of old women make their way out of the entrance way adn begins to dance with the older men. Party music is heard as people see that the old
women are wearing Hardcore Harry t-shirts sponsored by Pfizer.)
 
King:YAHHHH! This isn't right! How did Harry get a commercial contract with Viagra?
 
JR:Someone is playing a joke on Harry King!
 
King:I don't know about that! Look at Mae Old trying to to get her groove on! EWWWWW!

JR: Shane Perish almost takes Hardcore Harry's head off with a clothesline
Shane Perish executes the Perisher on Hardcore Harry.
Shane Perish goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Shane Perish.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Shane Perish!

JR: We'll be right back!

(The lights suddenly cut out in the arena as the sold out crowd begin to stir with noise.)

JR: What in the heck is going on now?

King: I am just as confused as you are JR and that's saying something!

(On the PA system voices begin to speak and echoe around the building.)

Voice: He is coming...coming...coming...

(The camera switches to the Bruisertron revealing something in bold black lettering.)

10.25.04

(The screen blinks out and the lights return to normal as the camera switches again this time to JR and The King.)

JR: Well I am absolutely confused about everything else except that date which is going to be the next Pay-Per-View!

King: Who is coming though? Could it be L-

JR: Oh not this again, we'll be right back folks.

>>>

(Witherspoon is walking around in the arena boiler room. He is still hearing someone whispering his name)

Voice: Witherspoon, I am over here. Can't you see me.

(Witherspoon walks over and then stops all of a sudden. He looks down and see's a tape player playing. The voice is coming from the tape player. Witherspoon picks up his post maul and starts bashing the tape player)

King: You mean that voice was coming from a tape player?

JR: Looks that way.

(Then Witherspoon turns around and Tobey Miliken smashes him in the face a big mirror.)

Tobey: Ooops there is seven years of bad luck Spoonie boy.

(Witherspoon is on the ground bleed from the lacerations on his face. Tobey then grabs Spoon and rams his head into the boiler.)

Tobey: I always knew you were a bit hard headed Spoon but lately you have been ridiculous.

(Witherspoon is barely conscious when Tobey walks over and hits a pipe causing steam to pour from it.)

Tobey: You know in Hollywood people are always doing make overs. Tonight Spoon, I am going to give you a make over.

(Tobey grabs Witherspoon and forces his face into the steam. Witherspoon screams in pain as Tobey laughs.)

Tobey: There there Spoon.

(Tobey drops Witherspoon who is writhing in the floor in pain.)

Tobey: Don't ever disrespect me Spoon...EVER! You should have kept your mouth shut and your nose out of my business. Now at the pay per view I have to defend my title against you and Howitzer. ANOTHER THREE WAY? You know typically I would enjoy a three way, but when it involves two men, especially you two maggots, I just sort of lose my stomach. So at the pay per view, you make your stips, so that I can beat you on your own turn, at your own game. And I will walk away with MY TITLE!

(Tobey leaves and Witherspoon is still in the floor holding his face)

>>>

(Lowedown sits with Dozer alone in the bWo locker room...)
 
Lowedown:So do me a favor and don't come out unless you see trouble alright?
 
Dozer:Don't worry. I'll be hiding somewhere in the crowd where no one will recognize me.
 
Lowedown:Bro?
 
Dozer:Yeah?
 
Lowedown:You're 6 ft 5 and weigh almost 300 pounds. How can you not be missed?
 
Dozer:I'll wear a hat.
 
Lowedown:Good point.
 
fade...

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

From Phoenix, AZ... weighing in at 255 pounds...
LoweDown

 
PA:BU...BU...BU...BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER!
 
(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Both look at each other for a
moment and then run to the ring...)
 
LILLY: His partner...

(Tool's Swamp Song comes over the PA as the pyros shoot creepy purple flames. William Black and Spirit both come out. Wisely, the two stand on the entry ramp waiting for Lowedown and Flame. When Lowedown and Flame make their appearances known, Black and Spirit rush the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and posing in all four corners.)

... being accompanied to the ring by Spirit... from Phoenix Arizona... weighing in at 269lbs... William Black!


LILLY: Their opponents...
From Memphis, TN... weighing in at 213 pounds...
White Lightning

His partner...
From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at 317 pounds...
"Big Sexy" Kev Nash

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare over the PA as the lights go out. Lightning bolt symbols flash throughout the audience. White Lightning walks onto the stage and has a spotlight on him. White Lightning is wearing a shiny blue robe. Suddenly, Big Kev Nash walks out behind him. On the back it reads, "The Legend". White Lightning makes his way down to the ring as Big Kev follows behind. Soon, both men enter the ring.)

JR:

(White Lightning removes his rope and tosses it to the outside of the ring. White Lightning and Big Kev exchange a high five and await the start of the match.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

(Lowedown slowly walks towards Lightning and gets nose to nose with him. Lowedown looks at Lightning through his eyes and then finally takes a step back. Lowedown finally breaks
the silence by slapping Lightning hard across the face. Lowedown doesn't waste any more time as he drills lightning with a hard right hand and then waits for him to turn back...)

JR:Lowedown wants Lightning to take a shot at him!

King:What a moron! I would keep on hitting him!

(Lowedown waits for Lightning to take a shot until he quickly decides to hit him again with another hard right hand and then hit a knee lift right into the ribs of Lightning. Lowedown then
whips Lightning into the ropes and catches him with a hard clothesline. Flame is on the outside of the ring cheering Lowedown on as he drops to the mat and begins drilling Lightning with
fast punches to the face. The referee is trying to pull him off, but Lowedown won't let up. Lowedown finally gets on his feet and grabs Lightning by the ankles and kicks him right square
above the groin...)
 
JR:Good Lord! Lowedown isn't giving Lightning much breathing room here!
 
(Lowedown stands right in front of Big Kev but doesn't tdo anything except taunt him. Lowedown whips Lightning into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Black pulls down the top rope and watches Lightning fly over the top rope. Lowedown slides out of the ring as Black holds his hands up and backs away. Lowedown picks up Lightning and drops him back down with a sidewalk slam on the floor. Lowedown looks down for a moment as he drags Lightning over to the steel steps and places the back of Lightning's head against the steps and then backs away just a few feet and rams his knee into the side of Lightning's head. Lowedown smiles as he picks up Lightning off the floor and drives his face into the steel steps and then looks up at Black who looks shocked. Lowedown picks up Lightning off the concrete floor and military presses him into the air and then tosses him right into the ring. Lowedown slides into the ring and begins stomping away at the ribs of Lightning until the referee attempts to pull Lowedown back. Lowedown spins around and startles the referee. Lowedown then picks up Lightning and throws him back into the corner. Lowedown goes right after him with a kick to the gut and then a hard right hand. Lowedown executes a reverse sidewalk slam on Lightning...)*Instead of landing on his back, Lowedown drops him face first*)
 
King:That had to hurt! It hurt me that's for sure!

JR: Tags are made!

(Right away Black and Big Kev tie up in the middle of the ring, but Big Kev just pushes Black off of him. Black goes flying back in his corner. He uses the turnbuckles and pulls himself up to his feet.)

KING: Ha Ha! Idiot! Trying to out dumb and power Big Kev!

(Black is just a little slower about it, but he decides to tie up with Big Kev in the middle of the ring. Big Kev quickly shoves Black off of him though, pushing him into the ropes. Big Kev hits a Big Boot that knocks Black into his own corner.)

JR: Big Boot! Big Boot and Black doesn't look happy!
KING: Oh no! It's the Big Boot! I bet that's the only move Big Kev knows!

(Black gets up in the corner. He stands there a moment looking at Big Kev. Black cracks his neck on both sides, and then cracks his knuckles. The Camera does a close up of Black and Lowedown in the corner. Lowedown asks Black if he wants to tag out and let him handle this. Black shakes his head and holds up the une momento finger and then steps back into the middle of the ring getting a series of cheers.)

JR: Looks like William Black doesn't want help yet... this could be detrimental in the future.
KING: Yeah! And it could make Lowedown mad too!

(Black moves like he's going to tie up with Big Kev in the middle of the ring, but when Big Kev reaches for him, Black ducks under and moves behind Big Kev hooking up a waistlock. Without and further warning, Black takes a half step forward, lifts up, twists, and then drops Big Kev right on his head with a Back Suplex.)

JR: Massive Back Suplex on Big Kev Nash!
KING: Big Kev just got dropped right on his head! Ha! Ha!

(Big Kev gets up in a hurry, scrambling to his feet, he charges William Black. Black ducks to a knee though and punches Big Kev in the gut, doubling him over. Big Kev takes a couple steps around the ring while doubled over. Black stalks him, and when Big Kev turns around, Black grabs him by the head and then swings with a left haymaker that knocks Big Kev over. William Black puts Big Kev in an armbar and then drags him to his feet. Black switches the hold into a Side Headlock, walking Big Kev over towards the corner with Lowedown in it. Black drops to a knee, smashing Big Kev's face on his other knee before extending a hand to Lowedown to make the tag.)

JR: Wow. Impressive series of ringwork and Big Kev is promptly subdued!
KING: Yeah! He's all bloody from the nose too!
JR: I see that! You're right King! It looks like Big Kev has a broken nose! That knee from William Black must've really hurt.

Kev Nash almost takes William Black's head off with a lariat
Kev Nash goes for a kick to the midsection, but William Black blocks it.
William Black hits Kev Nash with a spinebuster slam.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.

(William Black throws a whole bunch of punches that send Big Kev backing into the ropes. Big Kev is bleeding from what appears to be a broken nose. Blood is running all down his nose and over the rest of his face.)

KING: Gah! Yuck! That's gross JR!
JR: It is pretty sickening King!

(Black backs up a step and then cocks his left hand like it's a gun. He winds up and throws a haymaker that hits Big Kev right between the eyes, knocking him down to one knee. After taking a second to blow the smoke off of the pistol hand, Black kicks Big Kev in the face while he's down. Then Black picks Kev up two his feet, dragging him out to the middle of the ring. Black hits two more quick punches, putting the crowd thoroughly behind him. Then Black puts Big Kev in a headlock and walks him over to the corner with Lowedown. Black throws Big Kev in the corner and tags in Lowedown. Lowedown and Black both climb the turnbuckle and each rais a fist in the air. Then in what seems like slow motion, Black and Lowedown start punching Big Kev in the face. After four punches, the crowd starts to count along.)

JR: WOW! Can you believe this crowd King?
KING: It's too hard to hear what you're saying JR!

CAPACITY CROWD: FIVE!!! SIX!!! SEVEN!!! EIGHT!!! NINE!!! TEN!!!

(When Black and Lowedown are done punching Big Kev in the face, they both hop off of the turnbuckle and stand to the side. Big Kev Nash takes two steps out of the corner and falls over in the ring. His face is a complete bloody mess.)

CAPACITY CROWD: BIG KEV SUCKS!!! BIG KEV SUCKS!!! BIG KEV SUCKS!!!

KING: Why is it that in the BMWF people get so busted open from a few punches?

JR: I don't know, King!

Nash kicks Black in the gut!

He tags out!

White Lightning is in!

JR: There’s Ezekiel King
 
King: Does this guy want another beating?
 
JR: A tough lesson from Lowedown last week, but Ezekiel’s looking in great shape
 
King: He’s still got concussion if he’s out here now
 
JR: Ezekiel content to watch the match from the top of the entrance
 
King: Maybe he’s not as stupid as I thought

(Black comes up behind White Lightning and hits a Russian Leg Sweep. With White Lightning down in the middle of the ring, Black heads towards the top rope. After climbing to the top, Black looks left and right, then he shoots both arms directly up in the air. Finally, William Black leaps off the top rope, dropping an elbow right across White Lightning's throat. White Lightning's whole body bounces off of the mat. The referee slides into position as Black hooks the leg.)

JR: It's the Flying Elbow Drop!
KING: Gah! White Lightning's throat just got crushed!
JR: The Ref's in position! One! Two! Thr--Kickout! William Black can't believe it! Listen to this Capacity Crowd!

CAPACITY CROWD: LIGHTNING SUCKS!!! LIGHTNING SUCKS!!! LIGHTNING SUCKS!!!

JR: William Black picks White Lightning up. Black carries White Lightning to the middle of the ring. Black turns... SILENCER!!!
KING: GAH!!
JR: This Capacity Crowd is on their feet! The ref crawls over!

CAPACITY CROWD: ONE!!!

JR: One!

CAPACITY CROWD: TWO!!!

JR: TWO!

CAPACITY CROWD: THREE!!!

JR: AND WHITE LIGHTNING KICKS OUT!
KING: GAH! THERE'S NOT ENOUGH ATTENTION ON THE PUPPIES!!!

(The crowd starts to boo, obviously upset that Black didn't get the pinfall there.)

JR: The referee just got bundled from the ring
 
King: That’s what happens when you get between Lowedown and White Lightning!
 
JR: Look King, Ezekiel’s running down to the ring, chair in hand!
 
King: Lowedown look out!

King:NO! Dozer just came out from the crowd and knocked him down with his cane! Dozer fouled up his plan!
 
JR:Not only that! He's beating him down with that very cane he's using for that injury of his!
 
King:He's mulitasking J.R! HAHAHAHA!

(Dozer manages to slide in behind Big Kev and levels him with a cane shot to the back of his legs. As Big Kev hangs onto the top rope, Dozer nails him once again and watches
Big Kev fall to the floor. Dozer begins slamming the cane down into the chest of Big Kev as Lowedown and Black doubleteam Lightning in the ring...)
 
JR:Lowedown and Black are enjoying their joint attack on Lightning here!

KING: Wait! Kev is up! Boot to the face of Dozer!

JR: Lowedown has been forced out of the ring by the ref!

Lighting makes the tag!

William Black runs into the ropes.
Kev Nash hits William Black with a backdrop.
William Black falls out of the ring.
Earl Hepner counts: one, Kev Nash distracts Earl Hepner.
Ezekiel hits William Black with a chair.
There are lots of chants for William Black.
Earl Hepner is back on the job: two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
ten.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are White Lightning and Kev Nash!

JR: We'll be right back!

(The camera cuts backstage)
 
Ezekiel: Whatever happens the light will always shine.  For example in order to show others the future in this place, violence is the only port.  I find this very unfortunate, however I have never been diffident.  If that is what it takes to make it to the end of the journey, then it must be done. 
Time does not wait around for mere men to plot and play games.  It carries on regardless of what we desire.  The future must be taken now, before it slips away into the past.

>>>

(White Lightning and Big Kev Nash are seen backstage. White Lightning a lead pipe in hand and Big Kev has a chair in hand. The camera peeks around the corner where Lowedown is seen standing a short distance away. White Lightning turns to Big Kev)

White Lightning: Kev! Last week it was Dozer! This week it is Lowedown! You ready?

Big Kev: Let's take this punk down!

(Suddenly, White Lightning and Big Kev rush around the corner. Big Kev takes the lead by swinging the chair at the back of Lowedown.)

*CRACK*

(With Lowedown falling to one knee from the chair shot, White Lightning unloads with a lead pipe shot to the head.)

JR: Lowedown may be completely unconscious from that shot!

(Lowedown immediately falls to the ground. White Lightning then steps over the body of Lowedown and takes the lead pipe and begins to smash it into his ribs. White Lightning motions something to Big Kev and soon, Big Kev swings the chair at the head of Lowedown.)

JR: Lowedown definitely has broken ribs right now!

*CRACK*

(Lowedown, already bleeding from the lead pipe shots, is cut open even more from the chair shot to the head. It seems as if there is blood everywhere. White Lightning once again takes the lead pipe and drives it into the ribs of Lowedown.)

White Lightning: Lowedown! You're nothing! I am better than you! Where is your big brother to save you now? Wait, that's right, his @$$ is in a sitting in a hospital from last week! Kev, get this fool to his feet!

(Big Kev lifts up Lowedown.)

White Lightning: Kev, introduce Lowedown to the wall!

(Big Kev lifts Lowedown into the air and throws him completely through the wall.)

JR: Good God! Big Kev just tossed Lowedown through that wall! Somebody stop this!

(White Lightning walks over to the hole in the wall and pulls Lowedown out from the rubble. White Lightning brings Lowedown back into the hard-tiled floor hallway. White Lightning connects with the Flash on Lowedown.)

JR: MY GOD! Lowedown may have broken every bone in his face!

(White Lightning steps over the fallen body of Lowedown and leans in close to his face.)

White Lightning: Lowedown, you still think you're the top dog in this federation? You still think you're the man! Newsflash, I'm the MAN! You're pathetic!

(White Lightning leans his head back and then leans forward and spits in the face of Lowedown.)

JR: What disrespect by White Lightning!

White Lightning: Kev! Let's take him out to the parking lot!

JR: The Parking Lot? What do they want with him out there?

(Big Kev lifts the broken body of Lowedown over his shoulder. He and White Lightning begin to walk out of the building and soon make it outside to the parking lot.)

White Lightning: Let's take him over to our limo!

JR: We saw them take Dozer over to a limo like this last week! I don't like the feeling of this!

(White Lightning and Big Kev walk to the back of limo where Big Kev dumps Lowedown onto the pavement. White Lightning pops the trunk and pulls out a rope. The rope appears to be tied to somewhere inside the trunk.)

White Lightning: Lowedown! You really messed with the wrong people this time!

(White Lightning ties the rope around the feet of Lowedown and pulls the rope tight. White Lightning leans in close to Lowedown.)

White Lightning: Lowedown, You are about to go on the ride of your life!

JR: Wait! What does he mean?

(White Lightning takes a few swift kicks to Lowedown's ribs before walking away. Both men step into the back seat of the limo. The camera follows them in.)

White Lightning: Alright Driver let's hit the road I have places to be!

Driver: All right sir, we're leaving now!

JR: They can't leave! Lowedown is tied to the back of the car!

(Suddenly, the limo begins to speed away and soon reaches the parking lot exit.)

JR: Somebody get out there!

(Soon, the limo speeds away from the arena with Lowedown still attached to the back.)

JR: DEAR GOD! THESE TWO MEN WILL PAY FOR THIS! I CAN GUARANTEE IT!

JR: Well, it's time for our main event--Master Z vs. Witherspoon--but what condition is Witherspoon in after that beating he took earlier? 

KING: Witherspoon is in the main event?

>>> 

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

From Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

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

("Victory" blasted throughout the arena as Master Z strutted out from behind the curtain. Master Z stops at the top of the ramp. He unstraps the World Title from around his waist and holds it high in the air. Master Z leaves the US title wrapped around his waist.)
JR: All the gold Master Z brings out here is starting to get blinding!
KING: He's the US and World Champ! He is undoubtedly the biggest thing happening in the BMWF right now! It's great!
(Master Z continues to strut down to the ring. Upon entering, Z slides the golden shades from his eyes and poses for the booing crowd. The gold belts look small compared to Master Z’s massive physique. Master Z calls for a mic. He speaks while shining up his belts.)

Master Z: An amazing thing happened last week. I’m sure you’re all too dumb to figure out what that was, so I’m gonna tell you! Last week I came down to this ring both the World and US champion. Not surprising, I also left that way. But what amazes me is that everyone has given up so fast. Not one person came after me. Not one person badmouthed me. Where’s Maverick at? Where is the almighty Tyrone Smith? Is Lowedown too involved in our legal battle and his stupid bWo tryouts? Where are all the people that are supposed to be stepping up to the plate right about now?

KING: He’s right! Nobody wants a piece of Master Z!

Master Z: I’ll tell you were they are! They have tucked their tails between their legs and they have given up! As long as I am the living they know that I can never be knocked off my thrown of gold! Maverick fears me! Tyrone fears me! Everyone fears Master Z! And why shouldn’t they? I am the most devastating opponent to ever grace a BMWF ring! My record speaks for itself folks!

(Master Z stops and smiles while listening to the boos.)

(Suddenly the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. "Step Up" by Drowning Pool begins to play over the PA system. Tamer walks out from behind the curtain and heads right for the ring.)

JR: Tamer is heading straight for Master Z!

(Tamer slides in the ring and grabs a mic. Tamer signals for his music to be cut. Tamer turns and looks right at Master Z.)

Tamer: Look at this. Master Z The BMWF World Heavyweight Champion. The top of the food chain.

(Tamer pauses as the crowd boos Master Z.)

Tamer: Ever since I got here, from the day I stepped into an arena with my brand new contract. I've been waiting, paying my dues, working my way up, for the chance, for the right time, To challenge to World Heavyweight Champion!

(There is a mixed reactions from the crowd.)

Tamer: But that time isn't quite here yet...I have a personal and business related vendetta to settle. But there is another man.... A man that has been acting like his time is up..Like his fifteen minutes of fame have passed. But I don't believe that. In fact I know its not true. So I stand here before you Z, not for myself. But to challenge you to a match for the World Heavyweight Title against Tyrone Smith!

(The crowd explodes with a mix reaction.)

Tamer: Face him at the next Pay-Per-View. Give him what he deserves. Think about it Master Z. The Rematch, Bigger and Better. Just think about it..

(Tamer drops the mic and starts to exit the ring.)

KING: What a moroon!

JR: Master Z nails Tamer from behind with the US Belt!

KING: Well, he didn't want to get blood on the $250,000 World title!

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

(The arena lights all turn off as the steady drum beat slowly sounds from the speakers.
 The lights flash on brightly as two pyro’s shoot from the stage and explode in the air.  “Kashmir” By Led Zeppelin blares from the speakers as Witherspoon walks onto the stage from the back.  He’s wearing black pants, boots, his Witherspoon shirt and his Trench coat.  He has a Minnesota Twin’s Homer Hanky wrapped around his forehead.  He walks to the top of the ramp and raises his right fist into the air.  He smacks his chest with his left fist and then walks down to the ring.  He slides under the ropes and rise to his feet.  He goes to each of the turnbuckles and raises his right fist into the air, his left beating against his chest as the crowd boos loudly.  He takes off his coat and tosses it out of the ring.  He paces in the ring, his gaze focused on the stage.

KING: Wait! Z has the mic again!

Master Z: What in the world is this Whitherspoon guy thinking of when he signed up for this match? Not only will I beat him, I have a very good chance of ending his career! Look at me! I am the most celebrated professional athlete in the BMWF! I am near unstoppable! Now this rookie is going to try and come in here and beat me? Fat chance Witherspoon! That’s why I’m gonna give you a count of three to turn and walk out of here while you’re still in one piece!

1…
2…

JR: Master Z attacks Witherspoon before the bell! He hasn’t even taken off his two titles yet!

(Master Z chokes Witherspoon down to the mat. When Witherspoon lays on his back not moving, Master Z turns and unstraps both belts. He holds them both his in his two hands. The crowd boos him loudly!)

*DING DING DING*


JR: Master Z grabs Witherspoon by the hair and slams his face into the turnbuckle!

Master Z kicks Witherspoon in the groin!
Master Z pushes Witherspoon over the top rope and to the outside!

JR: Master Z is making a mockery of Witherspoon here tonight! He’s just toying with the man!

(Master Z slides out of the ring under the bottom rope. Z continues to lift up the steel steps and slam them across the back of Witherspoon. Master Z laughs as Witherspoon is unable to stand.)

JR: Master Z slides back into the ring and begins to threaten the refree!

Master Z whips Witherspoon into the turnbuckle.
Witherspoon comes back, but is met with an elbow.
Master Z catches Witherspoon in a sleeperhold.
Witherspoon manages to grab the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Master Z hits a backbreaker on Witherspoon.
Master Z executes finger stomp on Witherspoon.
Master Z goes for a scorpion deathlock, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon goes for big boot to face, but Master Z blocks it.
Master Z nails Witherspoon with a ropeburn.
Master Z nails Witherspoon with a hair pull.

JR: Master Z pokes Witherspoon in the eyes!

(Witherspoon’s arms fly around wildly as he tries to regain his sight. Master Z just stand with his arms on his hips.)

JR: Master Z kicks Witherspoon in the stomach!

Master Z powerbombs Witherspoon

(Master Z drops to the mat placing his right knee across the throat of his opponent. Master Z finally breaks the hold after a four count.)

KING: I can’t watch this anymore! I’m embarrassed for Witherspoon! What’s he doing in there with the most seasoned veteran this federation has?

JR: Master Z picks up Witherspoon by his hair then shoves him hard in the chest.
Witherspoon falls to the mat not moving

Master Z goes for a sleeperhold, but Witherspoon blocks it.
Witherspoon nails Master Z with a German suplex.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Witherspoon punches Master Z.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Witherspoon.

JR:  Witherspoon and Master Z are staring levelly at each other!
 
(Witherspoon grabs his shirt in both hands, tearing it off of his body as he continues to stare into Master Z’s eyes.  He tosses the shredded shirt to the side, his gaze never leaving Master Z’s.)
 
King:  Look at these two trying to stare each other down!
 
JR:  Master Z lashes out with a right
Witherspoon and Master Z are trading punches in the ring
Witherspoon battles Master Z to the turnbuckle
Witherspoon rams his shoulder into Master Z
Witherspoon lays into Master Z with a chop
Witherspoon suplexes Master Z from the top rope
Witherspoon goes for a headlock on Master Z
Master Z quickly battles out of it
Master Z and Witherspoon lock up in the center of the ring
Master Z hits Witherspoon with a head but
Witherspoon hits Master Z with a head but
They exchange head buts in the center of the ring
 
King:  They’re gonna dash their brains out JR!
 
JR: Witherspoon pushes Master Z away
Master Z goes to punch Witherspoon, but Witherspoon reverses into an arm bar
Master Z reaches for the rope
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Master Z fights free
Master Z hits Witherspoon with a gorilla press
Master Z hits Witherspoon with a sidewalk slam
Master Z gouges Witherspoon’s eyes
Master Z goes for a leg drop but Witherspoon rolls out of the way
Witherspoon hits Master Z with a big boot to the face
Witherspoon follows up with a boot choke
The ref counts “1..2..3..4”
Witherspoon releases at the 4 count
Witherspoon hits Master Z with a head but
Witherspoon slams Master Z in the gut with a haymaker
Witherspoon slams Master Z’s skull into the mat with a crucifix
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2... kick out!

Witherspoon punches Master Z.
Witherspoon kicks Master Z.
Witherspoon is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Witherspoon whips Master Z into the ropes, but Master Z reverses it.
Master Z gets a chokehold on Witherspoon.
Bart Farinus warns Master Z to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
Master Z goes for a bodyslam, but Witherspoon counters it with an elbowsmash.
Witherspoon gets a hangman on Master Z.
Master Z grabs the ropes after 7 seconds.
Witherspoon goes for a clothesline, but Master Z counters it with a hiptoss.
Master Z nails Witherspoon with a DDT.
Master Z puts Witherspoon in a sleeperhold.
Witherspoon grabs the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.

(Master Z puts Witherspoon in a headlock, but walks over to the rope and begins to push his opponents head towards the ropes.)

JR: Master Z is rubbing the eyes of Witherspoon up an down the top rope!

(Witherspoon falls to his knees holding his burning eyes!)

JR: Master Z once again grabs Witherspoon by the hair and begins to grind his eyes into the second rope now! This is sick!

(Master Z lets go of the head of Witherspoon. Witherspoon drops to the mat holding his face.)

KING: Talk about ropeburn! WOW! HA HA!

(Master Z executes a baseball slide into the side of the head of Witherspoon.)

Master Z goes for a powerbomb, but Witherspoon blocks it.

Master Z whips Witherspoon into the ropes
Master Z catches Witherspoon with a clothesline
Master Z locks in a choke hold
Witherspoon fights free
Witherspoon and master Z exchange blows in the middle of the ring
Master Z gouges Witherspoon’s eyes
Witherspoon hits a suplex on Master Z
Witherspoon keeps holding onto Master Z and hits another Suplex on him
Witherspoon suplexes Master Z again
Witherspoon continues the momentum, suplexing Master Z for the fourth time
Witherspoon locks in a head lock on Master Z
Master Z is fighting to escape
The ref checks on Z
 
JR:  Witherspoon just hit four Suplexes on Master Z and followed up with a headlock!
 
King:  Witherspoon wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to bring it to the ring
 
Master Z tries to reach the ropes
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Master Z is fading
The ref lifts Master Z’s arm and it drops
The ref lifts Master Z’s arm again and it drops
The ref lifts Master Z’s arm for a third time and it stays up
Master Z battles free from the hold
Witherspoon german suplexes Master Z
Witherspoon locks in a Boston Crab
 
King: Yeah!
 
JR:  Witherspoon is not letting up on The World Champion!
 
Master Z tries to reach the ropes
Witherspoon drags him to the center of the ring
Master Z screams in pain
The ref checks on Master Z
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Master Z fights his way to the ropes after 20 seconds.
Witherspoon tries to lock in another boston crab but Master Z kicks him into the ref, flooring the ref
(Master Z smirks and fits on a brass knuckle.  He flexes for the crowd.)
 
King:  Here it comes JR!
 
(Witherspoon stumbles slightly on the mat, gaining his bearings.  Master Z runs at Witherspoon, when Witherspoon pulls his hand from his pocket revealing a brass knuckle on his own hand.  He nails Master Z in the middle of the face, driving him down to the mat, blood pouring from his nose.  Witherspoon quickly tosses the brass knuckle on his hands away.  He steps on Master Z’s wrist and removes the brass knuckle from his hand and tosses that as well.
 
JR:  Master Z just got a taste of his own medicine!
The ref is beginning to stir.
Witherspoon slams Master Z’s head into the mat with a crucifix
Witherspoon goes for the cover
One… Two…thr… Kickout!
 
King:  YEAH!  That was close!

JR:  Master Z has Witherspoon by the turnbuckle and his beating him with closed fists!
Master Z hits a sidewalk slam on Witherspoon
Master Z wipes his bleeding nose
Master Z slams into Witherspoon with a shoulder block
Master Z nails Witherspoon with a drop kick
Master Z flexes his muscles for the crowd
Master Z locks in a scorpion death lock
Witherspoon screams in pain
Witherspoon fights to break free
The ref checks on Witherspoon
Witherspoon fights to the ropes after 9 seconds
 
King:  Master Z is really hammering Witherspoon!

(Master Z grabs Witherspoon by the tights and lifts him up in a “wedgie-like fashion” pacing him on the top rope!)

JR: The power of Master Z is amazing! He’s throwing witherspoon around like a rag doll!

Master Z climbs up onto the ropes with Witherspoon and executes an Atomic Driver!

This one has been long over folks!

Master Z throws Witherspoon out of the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Master Z!

KING: HA HA! Z didn't even bother to pin Witherspoon!

JR: The match has ended, but it looks as if Master Z isn’t done yet!

(Master Z slides out of the ring under the bottom rope. He tosses Witherspoon back into the ring. He doesn’t grab his belts, but instead grabs a folding chair!)

JR: Master Z is back in the ring! He’s stalking Witherspoon with that chair!

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

(Master Z repeatedly hits Witherspoon in the face with the folding chair until he begins to bleed!)

JR: Witherspoon is unconscious but Master Z refuses to stop the beating!

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

(Master Z finally slams down the chair when he is grossly outnumbered by BMWF officials. Master Z is covered in blood and Witherspoon isn’t moving in the center of the ring.)

JR: Master Z has asked for a microphone!

Master Z: Nobody can stop me! I dare anyone! Come out here now and challenge me! I’m right here! I’m the world champion some one DO SOMETHING about that!

KING: Will nobody answer Master Z’s request?

JR: Master Z just wants to hurt more people! Get him out of here!

KING: YAHHHH!

(Master Z laughs as he accepts the BMWF World and US titles which he drapes over each shoulder....and we fade...to...black...)
 

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