The Bruisermania Wrestling Federation--Where Superstars are created and Jabronies are humiliated!

(The show opens inside the Metrapark Arena Billings Montana. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Omaha Civic Arena Omaha Nebraska! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we're gonna have for you tonight!

(Suddenly Tool's Swamp Song blares over the PA system. The lights dim a little bit, but no lasers or pyros go off. Instead, William Black appears on stage along with Spirit. The two slowly make their way down towards the ring. William Black is carrying a microphone wearing his normal (expensive) street clothes. Spirit is dressed like a catholic schoolgirl.)

KING: Ah! What's William Black doing out here with a microphone? He's not scheduled next!

JR: That's right King. I wonder what he's gonna say? William Black is no stranger to a microphone.

(Black and Spirit pose in the corners, before heading towards the center of the ring. William Black spins around slowly, facing all four directions, but then stops when he's facing the Bruisertron. The camera zooms in for a close up of William Black just as he's about to speak.)

BLACK: What's up Montana?!

(He extends the microphone way up in the air, getting a cheap crowd pop. After a few seconds of noise, he brings the mic back down to his mouth, backing up a few steps towards the ring.)

BLACK: Alright, alright... look. I'm still kinda new to this whole good guy thing, so if I come off as a little rough around the edges... believe me, it's not on purpose...

(The Camera quickly pans back to JR and the King.)

JR: That's an honest way to address the crowd.

(The Camera then goes back to William Black.)

BLACK: Having said that...

(He pauses just a second, pointing to the Bruisertron...)

BLACK: I want to take everyone back to two weeks ago.

(The Bruisertron lights up, showing footage of Master Z addressing the audience. It plays the part where Master Z offers a challenge for anyone to come out and take his championship belts from him.)

BLACK: Everyone got that? Everyone see that? Master Z's own words... calling out anyone in the locker room. Who came out? Nobody. Tamer came out and begged Z to give Tyrone a title shot... but given how Tyrone is acting like a giant baby, crying about how he lost his title and how everyone hates him as of late -- which is really stupid by the way, he doesn't count.

(William Black pauses, facing a different direction. He smirks, then paces around the ring slowly, stopping once again in the direction of the Bruisertron.)

BLACK: Now if I can direct everyone's attention once more to that very large screen right there...

(The Bruisertron once more lights up, this time showing Black delivering the Empty Chamber to Master Z two weeks ago. It shows him making the cover and the referee making the count. At the last possible second Master Z kicks out.)

BLACK: One more time.

(The Bruisertron shows the footage backing up... then in slow motion it shows William Black slamming Master Z on the mat with an Empty Chamber. The footage continues in slow motion, showing the referee making the count and Master Z kicking out at the last possible second.)

BLACK: Now look... I've never been one to shy away from the cold, hard, truth.

(William Black paces around the ring, stopping next to Spirit. The two face away from the Bruisertron towards the crowd.)

BLACK: What I'm trying to say is...

(He pauses. When he does so, the camera quickly shifts back to JR and the King.)

JR: I wonder what he's trying to say.
KING: I don't. He's turned into a suck up to the fans. Gah!

(While JR and the King argue about what William Black could possibly say, the camera's view shifts back to the ring. Black and Spirit are now facing towards the entry ramp. Black still has the mic. He addresses the audience once more.)

BLACK: Well, what I've got to say would be so much easier if Master Z were out here, right now... in this very ring, standing face to face with me.

(As Black finishes the last part of his sentence, the crowd starts to light up, coming alive with excitement over what could happen next.)

BLACK: So Master Z... GET YOUR BLEEP OUT HERE NOW!!!

(The crowd starts to cheer.)

JR: William Black just called out the BMWF Champion King!
KING: I know! I heard! That's no way to talk to Master Z!

BLACK: I'm not going to say it again! MASTER Z! COME ON OUT HERE!!!

(A few moments pass with the crowd waiting restlessly. Then suddenly "Victory" blasts over the PA. Master Z steps out with a confused look on his face. He retains this look his whole walk down to the ring.)

JR: The crowd is almost deafening with the appearance of the World AND US Champion, Master Z.

(Black puts his hands up defensively as he comes a little closer to Master Z.)

BLACK: Master Z... I wanted to congratulate you. Face to face, man to man, I wanted to congratulate you.

JR: Congratulate him?
KING: He should be congratulating Master Z!

Master Z: What are you up to Black? Just trying to get your hands on my titles I see!

BLACK: Whether or not you know this Master Z, you have done something that nobody else in the ENTIRE BMWF has done. You've pinned me, fair and square, right in the middle of the ring... twice.

Master Z: Also, just like nobody else in the BMWF, I AM Master Z! I have beaten you twice, and I will beat you again if you so desire!

(Master Z slides his sunglasses off his face, tucks them into his shirt collar, and crosses his arms infront of his massive body.)

JR: How full of himself Master Z is!

(William Black paces around the ring, making a semi-circle after Master Z's response.)

BLACK: But that's not really why I brought you out here Master Z. Master Z, I brought you out here, because I know EXACTLY what these fans want to see...

(William Black takes a step or two closer to Master Z.)

KING: Hopefully these two will fight!
JR: A fight between Master Z and William Black would definitely be interesting!

BLACK: You see... These fans, much like me, don't think you can beat me again. These fans, much like me, know that there is a Pay Per View coming up at the end of the month, and these fans... much like me... think that if you got the testicles, you'll defend that US Title against me in a Last Man Standing Match!!!

(Black Raises the mic high above his head as the crowd cheers at the challenge.)

JR: Wow! William Black just challenged Master Z to a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!
KING: GAH! This is big news!
JR: I wonder what Master Z is gonna say!

BLACK: So what do you say Master Z? You and me, Master Z and William Black, clashing ONE! MORE! TIME! THE LAST MAN STANDING WALKS AWAY WITH THE US TITLE!

(Black drops the mic to the mat and turns, playing to the crowd.)

JR: Wait, Master Z has pulled the US title off of his waist! He's baiting WIlliam Black with it!

*CRACK*

JR: Master Z just hit Black in the face with the title!

Master Z: You want the US title? There, you got it!

JR: What the?! Spirit just grabbed Master Z by the arm!
KING: Gah! Spirit get out of there! That's Master Z!

(Master Z turns around and gives Spirit an evil smile. While Z is focused on Spirit, Black knocks the cobwebs out of his head, turns, and then drops down off the turnbuckles. Master Z immediately pushes himself away from Spirit and then swings at William Black.)

JR: These two are really going at it! Master Z with a right! William Black blocks. Black firing back with some lefts... Master Z is against the ropes. Magnum Punch! Master Z blocked it! Master Z with a right of his own. Another Right! Ano--Black Ducks!

(After ducking the punch, William Black slips behind Master Z... He reaches behind his back with both hands like he's drawing a pair of guns. Black pulls the "triggers" of both "guns" just as Master Z turns around.)

KING: Gah!
JR: EMPTY CHAMBER!

(William Black and Spirit immediately roll out of the ring, escaping up the entry ramp with a quick victory and the auditorium full of obnoxiously loud cheers.)

JR: Wait! Master Z has rolled out of the ring behind Black! He grabs Black by the hair and drags him back into the ring!

Spirit is begging Master Z!

(Master Z takes a moment to clear his mind after that devastating maneuver from Black. He continues to set up Black for the Atomic Driver)

JR: It looks as if Master Z is having equilibrium problems after Black's finisher!

(Master Z falls backwards executing the Atomic Driver on black.)

JR: That didn't look like a normal Atomic Driver, folks! Master Z must be hurting!

(Master Z slides out of the ring and grabs his title belts. He holds his head as he walks back up the entrance ramp.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Fighting out of The Darkside...
Weighing in at 400 pounds...

"The Mastedon" Slayder

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Island of Tonga...
Weighing in at 390 pounds...

Achu

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Slayder chops Achu.
There are lots of chants for Slayder.
Slayder hits Achu.
There are lots of chants for Slayder.
Slayder nails Achu with a powerbomb.
There are lots of chants for Slayder.
Slayder executes the Slayder Bomb on Achu.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is giving Slayder a standing ovation.

*DING DING*

(Brodie Manson’s Volkswagen pulls into a parking space and slowly shuts off. She kicks her door open and climbs out with her backpack slung over her shoulder. She starts to lock up her car when Cherri Runnels and camera crew.)

Runnels: Hello Brodie, I’m Cherri Runnels, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

(Brodie breathes a sigh of relief and shows much appreciation.)

Brodie: Thank God it’s you and not Bole again.

Runnels: You don’t like Michael Bole?

Brodie: It’s not that I don’t like him per say, it’s just that, well, honestly I think he’s stalking me.

Runnels: Really? Why is that?

Brodie: Well it just seems that he’s always running into me apparently on ‘accident’ and I always see him staring at me during my yoga sessions. It’s starting to freak me about a bit.

Runnels: Well you don’t have to worry about me stalking you. I’m married, again.

Brodie: Well good.

Runnels: So, tonight you have former Women’s Champion Jacklyn J. Any thoughts or feelings?

Brodie: Yea. I have nothing against Jacklyn or anything but she seems to have no personality at all. Like this one time I was walking down the hall and I saw her standing there and she had no expression on her face. So I walked up to her and said “Hey Jacklyn, what’s with the long face?” But she didn’t even respond all she did was mutter something in German and walk off. It was so intense.

Runnels: Well Jacklyn IS from Trier, Germany.

Brodie: Well whatever. Next question!

Runnels: Mmmmm, okay (Cherri rummages through her papers until she finds what she needs) So last week you faced Spirit, what was that like?

Brodie: Honestly?

Runnels: Yes, honestly.

(Brodie leans forward and whispers in her ear.)

Brodie: I thought she was going to be a lot tougher than that.

Runnels: You did?

Brodie: Uh huh. Especially since William Black trained her, I was expecting something, you know on Black’s level, but she was too easy. Not that I’m surprised, maybe that’s why Black likes her, because she’s so easy. If you catch my drift...

Runnels: Are you suggesting that Spirit is a --

(Brodie hushes Cherri before she can finish her sentence.)

Brodie: Hush now. There are children watching.

Runnels: But honestly…

Brodie: What? I’m just stating my observations.

(Cherri rolls her eyes and sighs deeply.)

Runnels: Well I better end this before it gets too personal.

Brodie: Ok. Bye Carrie

Runnels: It’s Cherri.

(Brodie waves and heads to the backstage area.)

(close.)

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(Witherspoon is sitting in his locker room, staring at a TV Screen. Howitzer and Tobey’s tag match from last week is being shown. On a table beside him rest two books. “The Art of War” By Sun Zi, and “The Art of Warfare” By Zhuge Liang He turns around in the chair and stairs at the Camera.)

Witherspoon: I only wanted a camera here today. The interviewers here are getting steadily more irritating. The clock continues to countdown to the Pay Per View this month, and I am more then ready to face both Tobey and Howitzer in the ring. I’ve been studying their matches. Learning their strengths and weaknesses. Sun Zi says, “Know yourself, know your enemy. Never know defeat.” So that’s what I’m doing. Prepare yourselves. The Madman is coming.

(FADE)

(Dizi is wandering around backstage, apparently looking for something. She comes across Brodie in the middle of her pre-match yoga session. She watches her for a few moments.)

Dizi: What are you doing?

Brodie: (holding her breath) A little pre-match 'zen'.

Dizi: It looks uncomfortable. Have you seen a belt anywhere? I can't find mine. Or my boots, come to think of it.

(Brodie releases her pose and stands up.)

Brodie: You mean this one?

(Dizi glances at the belt and shakes her head.)

Dizi: No. Mine's gold. That's a nice belt though. You think they'd deliver pizza to the arena?

Brodie: (Whistles) A gold one? Shoot, I got this one at Wal-Mart....Mmmm, but that's a good question. The people around here seem to be real persnickity about their food so I don't know.

Dizi: I know! One time I was eating donuts and Kolic about had a fit! And last week Tamer tried to order me a pizza, but they said they couldn't deliver because the arena wouldn't let them. And Donnie's going to be really mad, because I just won that belt and now I lost it. You know what someone should start? A steak delivery place. I bet that would get a lot of business.

Brodie: Steak! That's brilliant, except I don't eat meat. I'm a vegan. Yeah, I went to a seminar called "Eating Our Nature" led by some skinny bald guy with a John Kerry shirt. I was actually supposed to go to the "Win a Date with Ricky Martin" contest but I got lost and ended up at the Vegan one. I'm glad I went there though; it opened me up to a whole new vision of life.

Dizi: Really? I get lost sometimes. But, I don't think I'd be able to give up eating steak because of it. I thought he was dead? Didn't he die in a plane crash? And he was cute when he was on Ozzie and Harriet, but he's kind of old for you. Even if he didn't die.

Brodie: I don't remember that John Kerry died, I swear I just saw him on TV last Thursday. Perhaps it was a pre-recorded thing or something....hmmmm. Goes to show you how strange the world is.

Dizi: Yeah, it is. And, I tell you there's a lot of strange people here in the fed. There's this guy who's all upset about birds. And there's this Judge Moonie woman who keeps beating up Donnie. And there's a guy running around that likes to urinate on women. And who's John Kerry?

Brodie: Man I hope Judge Moonie doesn't moon me, that would be icky. And isn't John Kerry the guy from Diff'rent Strokes?

Dizi: I don't know. You were the one that brought him up. I thought he was he the bald guy that made you stop eating steak. And she doesn't usually moon people, she likes to hit them with chairs quite a lot though, so be careful if you see her.

Brodie: I will. What does she look like?

Dizi: Like an old hag in judges robes. She usually has a real sour _expression on her face, but I think that's because she's gone through a bad break up. But, you can't blame the guy, who'd want to go out with Judge Loonie if she's always hitting you in the head with a chair?

Brodie: I bet she drinks alot. I heard about women like that at my 'Alcoholics Anonymous' seminar last year.

Dizi: How do the women at your Alcoholics Anonymous seminar know Judge Broody?

Brodie: Maybe they're all psychic. I learned about that when I called Sister Cleo to see if I was going to get the open guitarist slot for the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Dizi: Really? Well, I guess being psychic would be a big help. You'd know Judge Moonie was going to hit you with a chair before she did it, then you could hit her with a chair first. Or a baseball bat. But I hit her with a baseball bat and I haven't seen it since. I think she stole it.

Brodie: Kevin Bacon hit me with his Camaro once, I wish I was psychic then, so I could have moved. But it's not that bad because he gave me $60,000 so I wouldn't press charges.

Dizi: Really? I wish he'd hit me with his Camaro. I owe my Dad a bunch of money because he kept paying for me to go to college, but I kept forgetting to go to class. 'Apollo 13' was a cool movie.

Brodie: I liked the money, but my lawyers were mad at me because I was in the hospital for two weeks and I could've gotten more money if I pressed charges. Pretty cool, huh?

Dizi: Yeah. But, I think you were probably right to not press charges. Because $60,000 seems like enough compensation since you obviously weren't maimed. And the legal system is already overwhelmed with frivolous lawsuits that bog down the entire system and keep more important matters from being tried. It's clearly an abuse of the system stemming from the very fact that it's based on the principle that every person has the right to be heard, no matter how stupid the claim is.

Brodie: That's precisely how I feel.

Dizi: (nods) 'Sleepers' was really good, too, although more disturbing in its content.

Brodie: Yeah, it was, like, Shakespearean.

Dizi: Well, revenge as motivation is a classic theme in almost all literature. Hey, did you see a gold belt around anywhere? I lost mine.

Brodie: You already asked me that. Maybe Judge Scootie took it.

Dizi: She probably did. I think she stole my bat, too. Well, I'm going to go look for it. Maybe I'll check the locker rooms.

Brodie: Be careful. The men get pretty upset when you barge in without knocking, yet they almost always seem to be doing it to me.

Dizi: Really? They never seem to mind when I do it. Hmm. Well, take it easy. Good luck with your Zen thingy.

Brodie: Au revoir.

(Dizi waves vaguely and wanders off.)

FADE

(The scene opens inside Tamer’s locker room. Tamer Is standing in the middle of the room in his wrestling gear.)

Tamer: This roller coaster month is coming to an end quickly. It’s gone pretty well all things considered. But as I’ve fried back up and rolled with the punches through October I’ve seen my partner fade away. Tyrone has lost something it seems. Last week he put me on the spot and I was able to win. I think he still has that fire burning somewhere but it seems to have faded. I don’t know where it is...But its there Or maybe it has burned up once and for all..

(Tamer shakes his head.)

Tamer: But right now. I can’t focus on that. I have to try and focus on other things. One thing that is. Hardcore Harry and The IC title. We will meet at the Pay-Per-View I guarantee it. When we do, I’m going to give every thing I have to win. That is business I plan to suqre away tonight get the details out of the way.

(Tamer picks up The IC title.)

Tamer: Right now. I got a tag match to wrestle. Which means I need to go to my partner, Danielle. So for the sheer fun of it. Tonight Ezekiel and Moody you should...

(Tamer clears his throat and stares into the camera.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!!

(Tamer grins at the crowd interaction and heads for his door.)

Tamer: Let’s rock and roll

FADE

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Brodie Manson

("Cherry Lips" by Garbage starts to play over the sound system. As the vocals start, the curtain separates and a figure appears in its place. Out steps Brodie Manson, wearing a pale blue dress and blue angel wings. She is also carrying two red roses which she gives to two twin boys sitting in the front row. She reaches ringside, and Brodie climbs the steps and slips into the ring. Following up, Brodie strides to the center of the ring and completes three neat spins on the tips of her toes before her music cuts off.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Hailing from Trier, Germany...
Weighing in at 143 pounds...

Jacklyne J.

("Points of authority" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Jacklyn comes out from behind the curtain and walks down the ramp. She rolls in the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle. Jacklyn taunts to the crowd and does a backflip off the turnbuckle and waits for Brodie to come out.)

JR: There's the bell!
Jacklyne J. takes Brodie Manson down with a swinging neckbreaker.
You could hear a pin drop.
Jacklyne J. throws Brodie Manson into the turnbuckle, but Brodie Manson
reverses it.
Brodie Manson nails Jacklyne J. with a monkey flip.
Brodie Manson executes a shoulderblock on Jacklyne J..
Brodie Manson nails Jacklyne J. with a knee to midsection.
Brodie Manson hits a fireman's carry on Jacklyne J..
Brodie Manson whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes, but Jacklyne J. reverses it.
Jacklyne J. uses a monkey flip on Brodie Manson.
Jacklyne J. locks Brodie Manson in a sleeperhold.
Brodie Manson gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Jacklyne J. goes for a missile dropkick, but Brodie Manson side-steps and
Jacklyne J. only hits air.
Brodie Manson hits a monkey flip on Jacklyne J..
Brodie Manson executes flying headscissors on Jacklyne J..
Brodie Manson leaves the ring.
She returns with a chair.
Brodie Manson sets up the chair.
Brodie Manson hits Jacklyne J. with a DDT onto the chair.
A few fans are cheering on Brodie Manson.
Jack Slone removes the chair from the ring.
Brodie Manson throws Jacklyne J. out of the ring.
Brodie Manson goes outside.
Brodie Manson whips Jacklyne J. into the guardrail.
Brodie Manson takes Jacklyne J. down with a jawbreaker.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Brodie Manson gets back into the ring.
Jacklyne J. rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Brodie Manson hits Jacklyne J. with a snap mare.
Brodie Manson executes flying headscissors on Jacklyne J..

(Brodie kicks Jacklyn in the gut and then drives her down to the mat by the hair. She drops an elbow across Jacklyn’s back then asks her to get back on her feet. Brodie smiles as she locks up with Jacklyn again and then nails her with a forearm to the chin and then catches Jacklyn with a standing monkey flip. Brodie then straddles her self on top of Jacklyn and then begins to beat her head into the mat repeatedly.)

JR: Brodie really is taking care of business tonight!

King: Why can’t I ever get any of the diva’s to do that to me, JR?

JR: Do you really want me to answer that, King?

King: Not really.

(Brodie throws Jacklyn into the corner and follows behind her with a body splash. Brodie whips Jacklyn into the other corner and catches her again with another body splash. Brodie finally brings Jacklyn out of the corner with a snap mare and then catches Jacklyn with a dropkick to the side of the head. Brodie looks around and shrugs her shoulders to make the "this is too easy" motion and then nails Jacklyn with a knee across her face.)

JR: Well Brodie seems to be pretty confident out there.

King: And she also said Jacklyn has no personality.

JR: I remember that, King.

(Brodie grabs Jacklyn’s feet and begins to spin her around in circles executing a Giant Swing. After sending Jacklyn flying, Brodie grabs Jacklyn and applies a sleeper hold.)

King: That Giant Swing almost hurt MY back, JR.

JR: Brodie Manson goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
You could hear a pin drop.

*DING DING*

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(In a locker room backstage, Dizi is sitting on the floor, rummaging through a large leather bag. Ezekiel enters the locker room behind her.)

Ezekiel: What are you doing?

(Dizi looks over her should at Ezekiel and smiles brightly.)

Dizi: Someone left a bag of stuff in here... I was just seeing what there was.

Ezekiel: See anything you like?

Dizi: Well, some stuff... like this... (pulls out the hair dryer) My hair dryer broke. It keeps stopping in the middle and I'm left with half my hair wet.

(Ezekiel looks around the room, then back at Dizi. He sets his chair against the wall and walks over)

Ezekiel: Quality is important

(Dizi shoves the hair dryer back in the bag and keeps rummaging.)

Ezekiel: Whatever it is you wish to achieve, the best is always called for.

Dizi: I think so, too. You know, I think this must be the handy man's bag. There's all kinds of tools in here. Hammer, screwdriver, staple gun... Oh! I think he has a drinking problem.

(Dizi pulls out a bottle of whiskey and shows it to Ezekiel.)

Ezekiel: The obvious answer is not always the right one. The Truth is much more elusive than that.

Dizi: Like finding the perfect cheesecake. I love cheesecake. Tamer was supposed to make me one, but he never did. I think he forgot. He tends to not have a very good memory.

Ezekiel: Tamer has created many dilemmas in recent times. First he destroys my Intercontinental match against Harry for his own purposes, now he fails on a promise to yourself. I fear that Tamer is being consumed by the shadows.

Dizi: I don't know. I think he's just forgetful. He forgot me in Vegas once, but that's okay, because I got to be a showgirl for a while.

Ezekiel: We all face obstacles in our journey. It is through these obstacles that we learn.

(Dizi pulls out a blowtorch and starts looking it over.)

Dizi: Really? What kind of obstacles you learned from?

Ezekiel: Never to trust a person holding a blowtorch.

(Dizi nods thoughtfully, pulls the lighter from the bag and smiles at Ezekiel.)

Dizi: Well, in Vegas, I learned how to walk like a showgirl.

(Ezekiel keeps a close eye on the lighter as Dizi starts flicking it on and off. He goes to take a step forward but pauses.)

Ezekiel: I am sure that an item could go astray from that bag with no one noticing

Dizi: Good point. And you know, someone could end up hurting themselves with something in here. This guy could end up losing his job if his supervisor finds out he left his tools laying around. Or, that he's an alcoholic. Hey, do you think there's a good steakhouse around here? I mean, we're in Montana, that's cowboy country. They should have a good steakhouse, right?

Ezekiel: There is one beside the theatre in town. The local company is showing 'A Midsummer Nights Dream'

(Dizi shoves the blowtorch back into the bag, then drops the lighter in.)

Dizi: Really? Shakespeare in Montana. Bet that's an experience. Where are you from? You have an accent, but I can't quite place it.

Ezekiel: I have traveled far and wide seeking the truth. Seen every continent. The vast ice covered land in the Antarctic, and the blazing hot deserts of the Sahara. Where I am from, well I cannot say. The truth is it is no longer important.

Dizi: Oh. I'm from Florida.

(Dizi climbs to her feet and picks the bag up.)

Dizi: Well, I think I'm going to try and find the handy man and give him his tools back. I think I'll look up the phone number for the local chapter of Alcoholics Anonymous. Just in case he's ready to admit he has a problem.

(Ezekiel steps aside to let Dizi past)

Ezekiel: Just make sure you look after everything.

Dizi: Okay! Hey, you're a wrestler, too, right?

Ezekiel: That is true, I will be seeing Tamer later on.

Dizi: So will I! As a matter of fact, I'm going to see him right now. But, hey, good luck in your match tonight!

(Dizi slings the bag over her shoulder, waves at Ezekiel, and leaves.)

FADE

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(The camera goes backstage where we see The Judge standing in the middle of the Metrapark Arena parking lot. He looks all around him and then back down at the paper in his hand. He then looks at his watch and frowns.)

Judge: Where the hell are they?

(The Judge is about to turn to leave when he almost walks right into Ash!)

Ash: You going somewhere kid? You in a hurry or something?

(Judge starts to answer when Scotty Scott appears on the other side of The Judge and starts talking.)

Scotty: Great ta see ya Judge. Welcome ta the first day of a new era.

Judge: Thanks Scotty, but I have to admit, I'm still a little bit unsure of this. But if you two can take me to the World title, I'm definitely in.

Ash: We aren't going to TAKE you anywhere. But we'll give you the knowledge and the tools to get their yourself. But if you're going to follow us, you're going to have to be willing to make sacrifices.

Judge: What do you mean, sacrifices?

Scotty: We want ya to get rid your title. But not eventually, we want ya ta get rid of it tanight... Ta Ravven.

Judge: Listen guys, I'm not really big on laying down for my opponent.

Ash: Look, if you're as serious as you say about moving to the big leagues, it's time for you to put your LH past behind you. You will lose that title tonight, if you're serious about a change.

Judge: I'm not so sure about this...

Ash: Look, YOU wanted this. If you aren't willing to listen to us, and treat our word as if we were speaking the word itself, then we're done with you.

Scotty: Look Judge... Ya got two choices... Either ya wit us... Or ya 'gainst us... And ya should know what it is like ta be 'gainst me.

Judge: Alright, I know what I have to do.

(The Judge walks into the building as Scotty Scott and Ash continue to talk.)

Ash: You think he'll do it?

Scotty: He'll do it. If he knows what's good for him... He'll do it.

(Scotty Scott and Ash walk into the building as the camera fades.)

J.R.: Folks, we’ve just gotten word from the Billings Police Department that Howitzer has been released and will, in fact, be able to wrestle tonight, at Bedlam, against Awesome Mike. Our cameras were rolling as Howitzer left the police precinct house today. As you can see, Howitzer’s state of mind is…less than stable. Let’s have a look.

(The Bruisertron picks up the video feed. The camera is showing a large, gray concrete building with two large metal doors in front. A crowd of reporters is gathered outside. They burst into sudden activity as the doors open, and Howitzer walks down the steps with two policemen at his sides. Howitzer is wearing a heavy pair of black boots, dark blue boot-cut jeans, and a heavy black wool sweater. Howitzer and the cops try to wade through the mass of reporters, boom mics, and cameras as the media shouts question after question at him.)

Reporter #1: Howitzer! Howitzer! Can you tell us what happened between you and the other three men this morning?

Reporter #2: Howitzer! Do you think you’ll be suspended by the BMWF for this?

(Howitzer’s face becomes knotted with rage and frustration. He tries to ignore the reporters and make his way towards his rental car to get back to the hotel.)

Reporter #3: Howitzer! Why are you a free man right now? My sources tell me that assault charges were pressed against you by all three men you put in the hospital!

(The throng of media presses in closer, and the policemen struggle to keep them all back. Soon, they are only able to move one short step at a time. Howitzer loses it.)

HOWITZER: WOULD YOU [BLEEPING] RATS GET OUT OF MY WAY!!?? I’VE GOTTA WRESTLE TONIGHT AND THAT MEANS I’VE GOTTA GET TO THE ARENA!! SO CLEAR OUT BEFORE YOU ALL GET HURT!!

(The camera zooms in on Howitzer’s face. It is completely devoid of humor. His jaw is set in a bitter line that looks carved out of rock. Howitzer’s eyes are cruel slits with violence radiating from them.)

Policeman #1: Folks, it’s like the man said…clear out or we will clear you out. And Mr. Murphy, you’d better settle yourself down. Those charges might have been dropped but there’s no reason more can’t be filed.

(A reporter is bumped from behind and falls hard into Howitzer. That sets Howitzer off. He grabs the man by his coat lapels and lifts him clear off the ground. With a mighty heave, Howitzer throws the man forward into the crowd. About a dozen people either fall down under the weight of the man or get tripped up by those who fell.)

HOWITZER: WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU IDIOTS??

Policeman #2: Well, at least he cleared a path for us.

(The group of downed reporters crawls to either side, allowing Howitzer and the two policemen to walk to the car unmolested. As he walks by the reporter who fell into him, Howitzer breaks stride and steps on the man’s ankle. The man screams in pain as Howitzer grinds his boot heel on the ankle.)

Policeman #1: What the hell, Howitzer?

HOWITZER: I guess one’a these microphone jockeys stepped on his foot. Come on, let’s get to the damn car.

(The camera fades to black. The feed goes back to the announcer’s table.)

King: Did you see Howitzer’s face, J.R.??

J.R.: It didn’t even look like him, King! That didn’t look like Howitzer, that looked like a man who has had all the good nature, all the enjoyment, all his usual self sucked right out of him!

King: What do you think that means for Howitzer?? He looks like he’s about to have a psychotic episode!

J.R.: I think it means that Tobey Miliken has released a very deadly genie from its bottle, and he’s going to regret it at the Pay Per View!

(The scene opens in the hallway. Dizi is walking back to her locker room, smiling. She opens the door and stops dead in her tracks. She walks slowly into the room with a befuddled look on her face. The camera follows her in and we now see Tamer and Donnie playing cards.)

Donnie: Do you have a Jack?

Tamer: Go fish. Hey babe...

(Donnie sighs and pulls a card from the stack on the table. He glances at his sister as he adds the new card to his hand.)

Donnie: Where have you been?

Dizi: What are you doing?

Donnie: We're playing cards. (looks at Tamer) It's your turn, by the way.

(Dizi wanders over and kisses Tamer on the cheek.)

Dizi: Do you have a match tonight?

(Donnie frowns and throws down an ace.)

Dizi: I was... looking...

(Tamer smiles grabbing the ace then putting down his pair.)

Tamer: What were you looking for?

Dizi: Just stuff. You know, I think the handy man lost his stuff. And there's this girl that wants to date Ricky Nelson. I tried to tell her he's dead. Oh, and he has a drinking problem.

(Donnie glances at Dizi, then smirks at Tamer.)

Donnie: Make sense of that, if you can.

(Tamer pulls Dizi down and kisses her.)

Tamer: Okay so lets see here. You were looking for someone got lost and went into the janitors closet and then ran into a mirror?

(Tamer and Donnie laugh)

Tamer: Your turn, man.

(Dizi kisses Tamer on the nose, then glances at his hand.)

Dizi: King.

Donnie: Do you have a King?

(Tamer hands the King over looking at Dizi.)

Tamer: Okay, I deserved that. So are you ready for our match?

(Dizi looks at Tamer and grins.)

Dizi: We have a match against each other?

Donnie: It's a tag match, Diz.

Dizi: Oh? Who's my partner?

(Tamer lays his cards face down on the table and stands up. Tamer walks behind Dizi and wraps his arms around her.)

Tamer: That'd be me. We're facing Ezekiel and...Moody

(Dizi leans back against Tamer, tilting her head back to look up at him.)

Dizi: I don't know them.

Donnie: You don't know him. You know her.

Dizi: I do?

Donnie: Judge Moonie?

Dizi: Oh! Her. I think she stole my bat.

(Tamer kisses Dizi on the forehead.)

Tamer: I also think she might have beaten your brother to a pulp with it...

(Dizi thinks about that for a minute.)

Dizi: No... she used a chair for that. Which she really had no right to do.

(Donnie leans over and peeks at Tamer's cards.)

Donnie: My ribs still hurt from that.

(Tamer glances over and sees Donnie. Tamer gets a grimace on his face.)

Donnie You've been cheating!

Tamer: Only a little...

(Donnie shakes his head and throws his cards down.)

Tamer: You cheated when we played Old Maid!

Donnie: That's different.

Tamer: Anyway...You ready for this match Danielle... I know it won't be easy facing her but you gotta be pumped...

Dizi: You were playing old maid? How come I never get to play cards?

Donnie: Because you always forget what game we're playing.

Dizi: You think there's any place that delivers steak dinners? Because that would be really cool. I bet they'd make a.... Won't be easy facing who?

Tamer: Alright, Hun, I need you to focus. Tonight you have to face Moody, Moonie. You have to face Moonie. Are you ready for that? You need to get her back for what she did. Its hard sometimes facing someone when there's all that emotion there.

(Dizi nods slowly.)

Dizi: It's not hard. I'm going to go in there and kick her @$$.

Donnie: Get a little payback.

Dizi: That's right!

Tamer: Tonight we're gonna go out there and what are we gonna do?

Dizi: Get a steak dinner?

Donnie: You need to be a little more specific...

Tamer: Focus. Tonight in our match against Zeke and Moonie what are we gonna do!?!

Dizi: Who's Zeke?

(Donnie grins at Tamer.)

Tamer: Not important. Moonie, she attacked your brother. She's the important one. What are you gonna do together in that match!

Dizi: I'm going to kick her @$$.

Donnie: Get some payback. She didn't just hit your brother, she hit your twin.

Dizi: That's right!

(Donnie catches Tamer's eye, nods at Dizi and flashes the 'keep it rolling' motion.)

Tamer: She wants everything you have. She wants your title, She wants to hurt your brother again, And Moonie even wants to steal your sweets.

(Donnie looks at Tamer with a "what the hell" expression. Tamer shrugs.)

Dizi: That *bleep*!! She already stole my bat. And my belt! And she keeps beating up Donnie! He's not a wrestler! She has no right to lay her hands on him! She thinks she can just steal everything that's mine!

Donnie: Your belt? Diz, I've got your belt...

(Dizi slaps Tamer on the chest.)

Dizi: You're probably next. She's gonna try and steal you! But, it won't work, cuz you don't want her wrinkled old hide. So, you know what, she's probably gonna beat you up with a chair- like she did to Donnie. Twice!

(Donnie starts looking a little alarmed.)

Donnie: Um, Dizi... I'm fine. It barely hurts anymore...

Dizi: Well, that's it. I'm done. Tonight I'm ending it with that wrinkled up old hag!!

Tamer: Whoa...Whoa..there. You gotta be calm out there. Never fight angry...

Dizi: That's it! It is OVER!! I'm done playing with her! I'm going to beat that old witch until there's NOTHING left of her to beat!!

Donnie: Okay, Dizi... Calm down.

Dizi: You know what... I know where the handy man's tools are. (nods her head) Oh, yeah. She's gonna learn not to mess with what is Mine.

Tamer: Oh... Um Danielle... Um uh... *bleep*

Dizi: Oh, yeah. Old Judge Moonie better get ready, because I'm coming for her tonight! And hell will be following with me!!

Donnie: Tombstone?

Dizi: I'm gonna go find the handy man's tools.

(Dizi turns on her heels and storms out of the locker room. Donnie stares after her for a moment, then looks at Tamer.)

Donnie: Well done.

Tamer: Hey, that's not my fault. But I'm gonna have to be the one that stops her from committing homicide

Donnie: Yeah. Best of luck.

(Tamer grabs the IC title and picks up Dizi's Women's title and puts them on his shoulder. Tamer gives Donnie a middle finger.)

Tamer: I'll go get her...This match will be...fun.

Donnie: I think I better come with you. You're gonna need all the help you can get.

(Tamer tosses the Women's title to Donnie)

Tamer: You might have to protect yourself. Oh and... Don't get hurt out there.

(Donnie catches the title and nods.)

Donnie: I'll do my best. Let's just try and keep Dizi from killing anyone.

(Donnie stands up and makes an 'after you' gesture towards the door.)

(Tamer nods and they walk out together as we fade.)

FADE

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

Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
At a total combined weight of 393 pounds...
From Tucson, AZ... weighing in at 263 pounds...
Tamer

His partner...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. A huge explosion of fire shoots up across the stage leaving a huge cloud of smoke. "Gonna Make You Sweat" By C&C Music Factory. Tamer walks out from behind the curtain laughing. Dizi follows him with the Women’s title on her shoulder waving at everyone. Donnie is right behind her shaking his head. Donnie is holding the leather bag Dizi borrowed from Ezekiel. Tamer does some dancing at the top of the ramp then runs down smacking the fans hands. Dizi follows in her usual distracted way. Donnie guides her into the ring. Tamer is up on a turnbuckle and pounds his chest then points to the fans as Dizi stands on the ropes waving with a smile on her face.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 417 pounds...
From 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)

(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)

PA: All rise for the honorable...JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the stage. Judge Moody appears from behind the curtains and walks down the ramp as the crowd boos. Judge Moody enters the ring and takes the mic from the ring announcer as the crowd continues to boo.)

Moody: Shut up, all of you! I just wanted to make it clear that there is no way I am apologizing for my attack on Donnie MacPhearson a few weeks ago! That moron cost me my title, and he deserved everything he got! Now Dizi, I can understand you having a problem with that, but you know what, there's nothing you can do about it! The fact is, you have my title, and I WANT IT BACK!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: So Dizi, if you think the attack I carried out on Donnie was bad, just wait and see what I have in store for you!

(Judge Moody tosses down the mic and waits for her partner and opponents.)

JR: Dizi attacks Judge Moody before the bell.
Dizi whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Dizi hits Judge Moody with an elbow.

JR: Dizi is going for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Dizi whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Dizi hits Judge Moody with a backdrop.
Dizi gets distracted by the crowd, seems genuinely happy to see them all, smiles
, waves, talks to them as if she knows them.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dizi.
Jacklyne J. and Francine come to ringside.
Dizi goes for a wristlock, but Judge Moody reverses it.
Dizi is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Dizi is inching her way towards the ropes.
Dizi reaches the ropes after holding out for 21 seconds.
Judge Moody nails Dizi with a headbutt.
Judge Moody chops Dizi.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Dizi punches Judge Moody.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dizi.

JR: Tamer has Ezekiel in the corner, good kicks and punches to the body of Ezekiel. Big right hand to the side of Zeke’s head, Tamer sends Ezekiel to the opposite corner, Tamer follows in…

JR: …drop toe hold, Tamer’s head just snapped off the bottom turnbuckle. Ezekiel still hanging onto the leg drags Tamer to the middle of the ring, he’s got a modified Achilles hold locked on Tamer

JR: Ezekiel using some combination shoot submission wrestling here tonight, I heard that he has had some shoot fight experience in the past.

King: I don’t want to know anything about him JR, what about Tamer one-half of the former tag team champions, and the future Intercontinental Champion?

JR: Ezekiel takes Tamer down with a bulldog.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Ezekiel whips Tamer into the ropes.
Tamer executes an Asai moonsault on Ezekiel.
Earl Hepner counts: One, kickout.
Tamer goes for an Asai moonsault, but Ezekiel counters it with
a tombstone piledriver.
The crowd erupts.
Ezekiel hits Tamer with gutwrench powerbomb.
Ezekiel catches Tamer in a rear naked choke.
Tamer is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tamer breaks the hold with an elbowsmash after 5 seconds.

JR: Ezekiel sends Tamer to the ropes… rolling butterfly lock, does not look like he has got it locked in properly

(Ezekiel breaks the hold and locks in a headlock. After some time Tamer manages to make his way to his feet)

(Tamer makes it back to the corner and tags in Dizi. She climbs through the ropes and looks at Ezekiel then points to Judge Moody still on the apron. Judge Moody extends her hand for the tag and Ezekiel backs towards the corner, tagging his partner in. As Judge Moody enters the ring, Dizi drops off the apron.)

JR: Well, now where is Dizi going?

King: She's scared of Judge Moody!!

(Dizi retrieves the black, leather bag she came to the ring with.)

JR: What's that she's got?

King: Doesn't that look like Ezekiel's bag?

(Dizi rolls into the ring and sets the bag in the neutral corner, she reaches into the bag and pulls out a screwdriver.)

JR: She's got a screwdriver! What is she going to do with that?

(Dizi turns and looks at Judge Moody, then down to the screwdriver in her hand, then back at Moody. A slow smile spreads across her face. Outside the ring, Donnie is yelling at his sister and shaking his head no. The referee steps between Dizi and Judge Moody, telling Dizi to put the screwdriver down. Dizi pushes past the referee and starts to close in on Moody.)

JR: Dizi is going to stab Judge Moody with that screwdriver!

King: Save yourself, Moody!

(Judge Moody quickly tags Ezekiel back in and gets out of the ring. Ezekiel steps through the ropes and looks over to the other corner.)

King: Hey, she listened to me!

(Tamer enters the ring, grabs Dizi around the waist with his left hand, and relieves her of the screwdriver with the right. Dizi turns around, protesting, but Tamer doesn't pay any attention to her. He moves back to the corner and hands the screwdriver to Donnie.)

JR: Well, that's more like it.

(Judge Moody, seeing that Dizi has been disarmed, tags herself back in. Tamer starts to head over and grab the bag, but the referee starts ordering Tamer out of the ring.)

JR: Dizi's still the legal wrestler in this match.

King: Tamer better get out of the ring so the referee can keep an eye on Dizi.

(As Tamer and the referee argue, Dizi goes back to the bag in corner, she reaches in and pulls out a hammer. Judge Moody tags Ezekiel back in and drops to the floor. She starts to yell at the referee pointing to Dizi holding the hammer. Ezekiel looks at Judge Moody, then steps back into the ring.)

JR: I think Ezekiel is getting annoyed by all the tagging.

King: It's hard to tell with him.

(Dizi drops to the floor and starts to walk towards Judge Moody, still holding the hammer. Judge Moody backs away, then turns and runs, Dizi chases her around the ring, but as Moody passes the far corner, Tamer drops off the apron and grabs Dizi. He manages to get the hammer away from her.)

Tamer: What are you doing?! You can't hit her with a hammer!

Dizi: She hit my twin with a chair!

(Tamer turns and hands the hammer to Donnie. He turns back to say something to Dizi, but she's already back in the ring. She looks at Judge Moody still on the floor on the far side of the ring and makes a 'bring it' gesture. Judge Moody climbs the stairs, keeping an eye on Dizi and reaches out to Ezekiel for the tag. Ezekiel slaps her hand and steps through the ropes. Judge Moody climbs through the ropes and turns to Dizi just in time to see Dizi back in the corner rummaging through the leather bag.)

JR: What's she pulling out of that bag now?

King: It looks like a... is that a blow torch?

(Dizi grabs the lighter and fires up the blow torch. She turns in the direction of Judge Moody nodding her head yes, slowly. Donnie starts jumping up and down and screaming at Tamer.)

Donnie: BLOW TORCH!! BLOW TORCH!! SHE'S GOT A BLOW TORCH!!

King: He sounds like you, JR!

JR: Someone get that blow torch away from her!

(Tamer pulls out his bullwhip and, with precision, cracks it, wrapping it around the blowtorch and pulls it out of her hand. Tamer catches the blowtorch and turns it off, then passes the blow torch out to Donnie.)

Donnie: I never thought I'd be grateful to find out my sister's boyfriend was proficient with a bullwhip.

JR: Thank God for Tamer. He's got to get her out of there.

King: What are you talking about? This is the best match I've seen a long time!

JR: This isn't a wrestling match! This is a... a... I don't know what this is!

King: It's hilarious!

JR: It's not Tamer's job to prevent Dizi from blowtorching Moody.

King: Yeah! Her manager should be doing that. Get in there, Donnie!

JR: Moody just might owe Tamer her life...

(Judge Moody watches as Dizi is disarmed again, then jumps onto the apron and slaps Ezekiel on the shoulder, tagging herself back in. She steps into the ring and turns to see Dizi rummaging through the leather bag again. Dizi pulls out a bottle of whisky, but before she can contemplate how to use it, Tamer grabs it from her hand. He starts to hand it out to Donnie, but stops, opens the bottle and takes a swig.)

King: he's drinking on the job!

JR: Well, wouldn't you be at this point?

(Tamer hands the bottle of whisky out to Donnie, who takes a swig, then recaps it and puts in the pocket of his suit jacket.)

King: You see that, JR? She's driving her boyfriend and her brother to drink!

JR: She's going back into that bag. Tamer should just take that bag away from her!

King: When? He's too busy saving Moody's life!

(Dizi grabs the leather bag and rummages through the contents for a moment. She pulls out a familiar staple gun and raises it over her head. The crowd roars it's approval. Dizi turns to Judge Moody, the staple gun still raised high over her head. Dizi smiles brightly at the other woman and starts to head across the ring.)

King: Look out, Moody! Dizi's got a staple gun and she's not afraid to use it!

(Judge Moody quickly turns and slaps the hand Ezekiel has resting on the top rope. She drops to the canvas and rolls out to the floor. Ezekiel contemplates Judge Moody for a moment then moves back into the ring.)

Dizi: Come on, Moonie! You and me! You started this, you better be ready to finish it!!

(Tamer moves up behind Dizi and tries to take the staple gun from her, but she refuses to let go. As the couple try to wrestle the staple gun from each other, they go down in a heap. The sound of the staple gun being fired is heard and Tamer claps a hand to his posterior.)

Tamer: You shot me in the @$$!!

Dizi: Oops!

Tamer: (yells out to Donnie) She shot me in the @$$!!

Donnie: Yeah, but, you took it like a man!

(The referee, finally having had enough, signals for the bell. He leans over to Lilly Garcia and says something to her.)

Lilly Garcia: The referee has disqualified the team of Tamer and Dizi. Your winners are Ezekiel and Judge Moody.

(Judge Moody yells at the referee for a minute, then at Tamer and Ezekiel, then she storms from the ringside area and heads backstage.)

JR: Judge Moody doesn't seem too happy with the match.

King: She should just be happy to come out alive.

(Ezekiel steps through the ropes and drops to the floor, he starts to head towards the back.)

King: How do you think Ezekiel feels about how the match turned out?

JR: It's hard to say. What I want to know is why he let Dizi have that bag knowing he was teaming with Moody against Dizi and Tamer AND knowing the history between the two women.

King: Everyone likes a good cat fight, JR.

(Tamer grabs the staple gun Dizi is still holding and shoves it in the black, leather bag. He moves over to the ropes and gestures to Donnie. A moment later Donnie and Tamer are shoving all the various weapons back into the bag. Donnie pulls the bottle of whisky out of his pocket and starts to put it in the bag, then reconsiders and puts it back in his pocket.)

King: Did you see that? Donnie is stealing Ezekiel's whisky!

JR: I think he may need it.

(Tamer picks up the bag and calls out to Ezekiel. Ezekiel turns slowly and looks at Tamer who is still in the ring. Tamer zips the bag up, then throws it over the top rope at Ezekiel as hard as he can. Ezekiel catches the bag, looks at Tamer for a moment, then walks up the ramp and disappears backstage.)

JR: Tamer doesn't seem too happy with Ezekiel.

King: Well, JR, how happy would you be if you were shot in the hiney with a staple gun?

(Tamer turns slowly and looks at Dizi. Dizi looks at him and smiles. Tamer slowly shakes his head then steps through the ropes, he makes his way slowly down the metal stairs. Donnie moves over and makes as if to offer him a hand, but Tamer waves him away angrily.)

JR: Tamer doesn't seem too happy with Dizi or her brother.

King: JR, why are so concerned with Tamer's happiness?

(Tamer heads slowly up the ramp and Donnie falls in step next to him. Donnie takes the bottle of whisky out of his pocket and offers it to Tamer who accepts it and takes another swig. Dizi rolls out of the ring and trails Donnie and Tamer up the ramp.)

JR: We'll be right back!

(The scene opens backstage and Tamer is storming down the hallway. Tamer comes to a locker room door and kicks it open. Tamer steps inside. He camera follows. We now See Ezekiel standing up obviously alarmed by his door being kicked down.)

Tamer: What in the hell is wrong with you!?

Ezekiel: Before making accusations you must look within yourself Tamer. What do you see?

Tamer: You're joking right...

Ezekiel: Joking is the want of the foolish and inept. I am sure that you are not suggesting that?

(Tamer shakes his head.)

Tamer: Listen buddy I don't have time for this. You gave Danielle a bag full of weapons. That's all I need to know.

Ezekiel: Danielle took the bag of her own account. I am not the one who looks after her. How many does it take? The Truth is you need examine your own failings before displacing you anger onto others.

(Tamer stops and thinks about that for a second.)

Tamer: The bag was yours was it not? We know the answer to that. You allowed her to acquire the bag so the result is of your own accord.

(Tamer smiles.)

Ezekiel: It looks as if it is only you and Donnie who have a problem. Dizi can make her own choices. She appeared happy with the choice she made. It seems that this comes down to the fact that you lost control, control over Dizi.

Tamer: Control is not something I want. I love Danielle because of her free mind. But she lost control of herself...She would have done something she'd regret. A mistake I've made and learned too much from. I couldn't let that happen to her.

(Tamer stops and looks a little distressed then looks at Ezekiel.)

Tamer: Anyway who are you to be questioning me? What kind of man has a blowtorch!? What are your damn intentions? You say your searching for the light yet you walk a path of darkness.

Ezekiel: You are the one demanding answers to questions, that you yourself are unable to answer. I am just helping you to find the answers.

(Ezekiel points to his chair, which is leaning against the wall)

Ezekiel: The reason behind them. Do you deserve a reason? The Truth is that I do not have to answer to you. Nonetheless from time to time they provide an alternative option in this journey. This is not an easy road to travel along.

Tamer: No road is easy. That’s what makes life so interesting. I can see you’re not answering anything. But you should know I’m watching you...

(Tamer walks to the doorway. Tamer glance back and smiles.)

Tamer: Oh yeah, Stay away from my girl.

(Tamer winks and exits as we fade.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Howitzer

(Two loud, rumbling growls from a Bengal tiger 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.)

KING: Wasn't Randy Rhodes a Dusty Rhodes look-alike wrestler from the early 1990's?

J.R.: Well folks, after being arrested on Sunday for taking part in a street fight outside his hotel, Howitzer has finally been released, just in time for this match against Awesome Mike…and King, he does NOT look happy.

King: That’s ‘cause he’s still missing his belt! Haha! And if you ask me, J.R., Howitzer should be SUSPENDED for making the BMWF look bad by getting arrested yesterday. He should be taken out of the Darkside Chamber Match! And I would say that he should be stripped of the TV Title, but he’s not even the real champ! Tobey Miliken is!

J.R.: Oh SHUT UP King! This thing shoulda been settled at Fallout, when Howitzer pinned Witherspoon clean in the middle of the ring after a BFG! But I can tell you this, ladies and gentlemen…this war between Howitzer and Tobey Miliken WILL be settled at the Pay Per View in the Darkside Chamber Match! And if you ask me, Howitzer is going to prove to everyone that the belt truly belongs to him!

King: What about Witherspoon, King? He INVENTED this match! Between the Minnesota Madman and Tobey, Howitzer doesn’t stand a chance!

J.R.: Oh you’re hopeless King! Let’s get this thing going…I wouldn’t want to be Awesome Mike right now!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Awesome Mike nails Howitzer with a punch.
Awesome Mike runs into the ropes.
Howitzer hits a face rake on Awesome Mike.
Howitzer punches Awesome Mike.
Howitzer chops Awesome Mike.
Howitzer kicks Awesome Mike.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.witzer blocks it.
Howitzer whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Howitzer hits Awesome Mike with a shoulderblock.
Howitzer whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Howitzer hits Awesome Mike with a shoulderblock.

(Awesome Mike is slumped against the ropes, nearly unconscious. Howitzer is stalking the ring, his facial expression furious. The fans are chanting for him, but, for once, he does not respond to the crowd. Instead, he stares at his opponent, then stalks over to him and grabs him by the head. With a rough motion, he throws Awesome Mike’s head down to the canvas.)

J.R.: Howitzer is taking Awesome Mike apart, King. Normally Howitzer has a pretty good sense of fair play, but this match against Awesome Mike borders on, well, cruel!

(Howitzer bounces off the ropes and takes to the air.)

J.R.: Bunker Buster!!! A 10-point landing on the Bunker Buster! King, I think Howitzer could put this thing away right now.

King: I wish he would! Howitzer’s putting me to sleep as usual!

J.R.: Hey King, how about I just call the match and you look at the monitors for some puppies to ogle.

(Howitzer scoops Awesome Mike off the mat and hits a fallaway slam. He grabs Mike off the mat once again and delivers a flawless German suplex.)

J.R.: Howitzer with the German! Awesome Mike looks like a rag doll out there! Howitzer now, drags Mike up by the arm off the mat, slings him against the ropes…catches him and drops a front piledriver! Piledriver! Awesome Mike has been beaten to a pulp out there!

(Howitzer straddles Awesome Mike’s chest and starts delivering punch after punch to the face, closed fist. Mike’s head flops around like a punching bag, and blood starts to pour from his nose and lip. The ref finally jumps in and squeezes between the two men, threatening Howitzer with disqualification. Howitzer rolls of Mike, but then kicks him viciously in the abdomen.)

King: Howitzer should be disqualified for those closed-fist punches, J.R.! See, this is why he should be suspended. He’s clearly out of control! He’s becoming a raging Bengal tiger out there, and nobody in a ring with him is safe! Or out of the ring for that matter!

JR: Howitzer gets a Boston crab on Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike breaks the hold after 7 seconds.

J.R.: Well in a match that was basically over before it began, Howitzer has absolutely torn Awesome Mike apart here, and has done so with a viciousness and a single-minded thirst for blood that, heretofore, we haven’t seen from the rookie! This match has been a car wreck, with Awesome Mike playing the Mini Cooper to Howitzer’s Bradley Fighting Vehicle! Wait, it’s about to get worse!

(Howitzer walks a circle around Awesome Mike, then goes over to the far turnbuckle, and sets himself up in a catcher’s stance on the middle turnbuckle. In a predator’s crouch, he waits for Mike to stir. Finally, Awesome Mike gets to his feet and heads towards Howitzer, mostly in a daze. Howitzer springs from the ropes and tackles Awesome Mike, wrapping his arms around Mike’s torso and driving them both to the mat. Howitzer springs up.)

J.R.: There’s that new move again! We STILL don’t know what he’s calling that, but it sure as hell is effective! The wind has been knocked completely from Awesome Mike! And now…and now Howitzer’s going for the pin!

Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
Some fans are starting to leave.

*DING DING*

J.R.: Howitzer didn’t even bother with the BFG! That…unidentified move of his was enough, and Howitzer just mercifully ended this match with Awesome Mike! Folks, Howitzer has just sent a powerful message to his opponents next Monday with this dismantling of Awesome Mike!

>>>

(The lights suddenly go out in the Metrapark Arena leaving the sold out crowd bathed in darkness.)

JR: This happened last week and now it's happening again and I'll tell ya King this is starting to tick me off!

King: I am still trying to figure out who it is and the person all of this!

(A flatline plays from the speakers which lights up the Bruisertron revealing something in bold black lettering.)

10.25.04.

(The flatline begins to beep as though coming back to life. After a few moments it abruptly stops and a voice is heard on the PA.)

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

(Everything returns to normal as the lights come back up and the Bruisertron shuts off leaving the crowd in mystery. The camera switches to the announce table.)

JR: Yet again that date which is this month's Pay-Per-View is shown but who it is I have no idea.

King: It could be anyone!

(The Judge is shown sitting in his locker room, taping up his wrists. The BMWF Light-Heavyweight title is shown lying on a table next to him.)

Judge: This title is how I got my start. I have been the most successful with the Light-Heavyweight belt, and now Ash and Scotty Scott are asking me to give it up like it was nothing? I really want to join with them, it's about time the BMWF World title was around my waist and they can bring me there. But why do they want me to forfeit my Light-Heavyweight belt, a belt I worked hard to get?

(The Judge sighs and stands up.)

Judge: I don't know if I'm willing to throw it all away for them. What if they stab me in the back, how can I honestly trust them? Maybe it was all a mistake...

(The Judge picks up the Light-Heavyweight title and looks into it for a moment.)

Judge: I know what I have to do...

(The Judge walks out of the locker room as the camera fades.)

JR: We’ve just received word that Howitzer has been attacked in back!!

(The view switches to a camera man in Howitzers locker room. The place has been torn apart. Howitzer lies near a dented folding chair, bleeding heavily from a cut on his forehead. Paramedics are checking over him as he moans in pain. The camera pans up to the wall were a message is written with Red Spray paint.)

“You are never going to get MY title!”

(The camera fades out on the message.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...

Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Fighting out of Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 235 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.)

KING: Ravven has lost 10 pounds this week just to be able to qualify for this match!

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

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
The Judge

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

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

King: The Judge has a lot on his plate right now.

JR: Yeah, he has to choose between giving up the Light-Heavyweight title in order to train with Scotty and Ash, or keep the title but make enemies out of those two!

King: I definitely wouldn't want to make Scotty and Ash angry!

(As the match is about to start Scotty and Ash walk out from the back without any entrance music. They stop and stand at the top of the ramp with their arms crossed and watch the Judge's match.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
The Judge and Ravven stare at each other from opposite corners.

King: Ravven is not sure what to do! Is Judge going to give up the belt or what?

(The Judge walks to the center of the ring as the crowd cheers, "KICK HIS @$$!")

King: Scotty Scott and Ash don't look too happy! The Judge better do it!

(The Judge gets down on his knees and then lies down in the center of the ring as the crowd erupts with boos.)

JR: This isn't right! Look what Scotty and Ash are making this youngster do!

(Judge yells for Ravven to make the cover and he does so. The ref counts...1...2...3!)

Lilly: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEW LH CHAMP...RAVVEN!

JR: How humiliating for The Judge! I hope Scotty and Ash are proud!

(The Judge suddenly jumps up and nails Ravven from behind! The Judge grabs Ravven by the hair and tosses him out of the ring!)

King: Judge is taking his frustrations out on Ravven!

(The Judge grabs a steel chair and smacks it across the back of Ravven several times as the crowd begins to boo. The Judge then kicks Ravven in the face.)

JR: This is unneccesary! What did Ravven do?

(The Judge looks towards the top of the ramp and begins to walk toward Scotty Scott and Ash.)

(As the Judge makes his way up the ramp towards Ash and Scotty turn and walk to the back. The Judge looks confused but hurries to follow them into the back.)

JR: We'll be right back!

(A long black limo pulls up. The driver steps out first and is about to open the door when Howitzer comes from behind to attack whoever is stepping out of the door. It appears to be Tobey Miliken. Howitzer grabs him out of the limo and throws him against the limo and starts beating on him. Tobey falls to the ground and Howitzer starts kicking him in the ribs. Misty Rivers jumps out of the limo and takes off running. Then from behind the limo driver nails Howtizer from behind with a red brick. The brick breaks over Howitzer's head and Howitzer falls to the ground. The limo driver takes off his jacket and hat and it is revealed that Tobey Miliken is the limo driver.)

Tobey: Way to go Howitzer, you can beat up my limo driver. See Howie, it's called brains, you need to go find some. I am too smart for you. Now go on scarecrow and ask the Wizard for a brain. Misty, let's go.

(Tobey walks off and Howitzer is laying on the ground, his head gashed open and bleeding and particles of the brick laying on the ground next to Howizers head.)

King: Tobey has once again one upped his prey.

JR: Tobey may be smart now, but in that ring of doom, the darkside chamber match or whatever it's called, Tobey will need more than wits to win that match.

>>>

(The crimson red limousine pulls into the Metrapark arena as Slim Jim Sullivan is seen waiting by the door to get an interview with Lowedown. As the limo driver walks to the side
Flame steps out first to a thunderous ovation along with Dozer Phillips. Dozer slowly extends his arm out and helps out Lowedown who is wearing a tank top. Lowedown's
back is wrapped up along with his shoulders and waist. Lowedown slowly looks up at Slim Jim and smiles...)

Lowedown:Looks like someone pulled the wool over Lowedown's eyes last week huh Slim?

Slim:I can't believe what White Lightning and Big Kev did to you by dragging you around the parking lot like that! Are you alright?

Lowedown:Am I alright? I wanted to show the peeps of Montana my brand new tank top and this is the only way I could do it for my peeps here in Tana! Unfortunately, someone who
goes by the name of candy@$$ Lightning screwed things up! Look at these bandages on me Slim! Do they look good on me? HELL NO THEY DON'T! I am not part of Boris
Karloff's Mummy pictures! I am the Hardcore champion Slim and I think some respect would be appreciated!

Slim:Well, you know I respect you right?

Lowedown:I know you do Slim. That's why I like you more than Bole! Besides being bald, you have great taste!

Slim:About your match tonight with the first possible new BWO member...Tobey Miliken. What do you think is going through his mind right about now?

Lowedown:Right about now? I think right about now he's shaking in his boots thinking about the major @$$whoopin' he going to get tonight! The only real problem is that
I owe this match to another young lad who I beat down like a government mule a few weeks back.

Slim:You're referring to Ezekial correct?

Lowedown:Absolutely Slim! I beat him up and down and all around like a rollercoaster to teach him some manners and through some unfortunate paperwork on my part, we
have not had the match set up. Hence why he tried to come down and screw things up in the tag match. You've got to give points for that one I will admit. Not alot of brains,
but guts nonetheless. Hey Cameraman! Peep this would ya?

(Lowedown leans into the camera...)

Lowedown:Zeke, I promised you a match and you will get that match somehow, someway, and somewhere here. Just be ready for the way I lay it down on ya! Ya feel me on
that one peeps?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:But let's get down tonight to the big deal shall we? Tobey Miliken versues the Hardcore superstar known as...me. I know it's not the top billing, but what can you do
when you're wrestling a nobody. It brings down your perverbial average. Know what I mean Slim?

Slim:Um...I...

Lowedown:Of course you do Slim. It's alright though because I fully intend on making this small match into the biggest thing to hit this arena since Rikishi at a fast food mexican
resaurant bathroom! Tonight, I fully intend on giving Tobey the hardcore BLEEPslapping of a lifetime! You see Slim, I'm the type of guy who either forgives and forgets or simply
doesn't forgive ever. Tobey, you may or may not win the battle royal coming up and become the first new bWo member, but you will still be the man who has hit footprint tattooed
on his @$$ because of me!

Slim:I am curious about your upcoming pay-per-view match with White Lightning in what can only be labeled as one of the most dangerous match in wrestling history. You are
also having tables underneath the ring so that whoever falls off the scaffold will fall through table after table after table!

Flame:Stop it Slim. You are giving me goosebumps just thinking about how broken up Whitey is going to be! I might need to take my man somewhere for some fun before his
match up.

(Slim blushes as Flame snuggles up to her husband only to touch his taped up shoulder and then grimaces in pain as she quickly backs up and whispers how sorry she is...)

Slim:Are you going to be able to face Tobey here tonight in the Hardcore match? You still appear to be a great deal of pain from what Lightning did to you. Will you have to...

Lowedown:Have to what? Take the night off? You gotta be kidding me right? Even if I broke both my arms and legs and pulled a groin muscle right in the middle of sex and I
would still somehow manage to slide in the ring and whoop Tobey's sorry @$$ all over Montana! Then again, who couldn't whoop his @$$? I think even you could beat Tobey
down Slim.

Slim:I couldn't do that. I'm not a wrestler.

Lowedown:I'm not a real wrestler either Slim.

Slim:You're not?

Lowedown:Nah! I just like to fight. Just like when I beat Tobey tonight...I watch William Black score an upset over Lightning. If you'll excuse me, I need to get inside and chill for
a while. I like to be relaxed before I slap someone. Know what I mean?

Slim:I...I think so.

Lowedown:Good job Slim. Interview...over.

(Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame make their way towards the entrance way to the locker room area. Lowedown looks around for a moment and then walks into the locker room area...)

(Pomp and Circumstance plays. Tobey Miliken walks out wearing a black suit and silver tie. Misty Rivers is walking by him wearing a red sequence dress low cut and a slit up the side. Tobey has the TV Title draped over his shoulder as he enters the ring.)

Tobey: Last week.

(The crowd is chanting, "YOU SUCK" "YOU SUCK")

Tobey: Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Last week in this ring, Witherspoon came out and introduced us all to this sick match that he has up his sleeves. A Darkside Chamber match or whatever the heck you want to call it. He gave all the gross devilish details and then talked about how he would win this, his type of match. First of all Spoon, this is not a Darkside chamber match, but what I would like to call a Wizard of Oz match.

First you have Howitzer, who is looking for brains. Then we have you Spoon, looking for courage. Cause only a cowardly man would make up this type of match so he can hopefully see his opponents beaten by each other and left in a bloody mess so he, that being you, could win easily. Then you have Dark Lord, reffing this match, this dude has no heart. I certainly wouldn't want to get on his bad side. And then you have me, you can just call me The Wizard. Cause I am going to show you what brains are. I am going to show you TRUE courage, and certainly I will show you that I AM ALL HEART.

(The crowd chants, BULL.. BULL.)

Tobey: You see Spoon at the PPV you might very well get all of these crazy and stupid stipulations, but in the end you are going to find yourself, alone, bleeding and still without MY television title. Now speaking of this title, there seems to be a lot of controversy over who it belongs to. So let's show the people at home who it belongs to.
First there was Howtizer, who entered this fed a nobody.

(Picture of Howitzer's first day in the fed)

Tobey: Look at the guy, he barely knows what's going on. He gets a match with some nobody, wins the match and boom boom, he is still a nobody. But then comes along a great man to show him the way.

(Picture of Tobey Miliken smiling ear to ear.)

Tobey: GOD AM I GOOD LOOKING OR WHAT! I come to Howie's rescue. I am willing to show him the ropes and help him along his merry old way. Howitzer joins me and the Young Guns are born along with Myers that sick demented little twit who doesn't like to show up for anything. Howitzer teams up with us a while and then decides he has had an attack of conscience. And leaves me in the ring when Spoon attacks me from behind.

(Picture of Howitzer standing at the entrance way watching as Spoon is sneaking into the ring and beating Tobey from behind.)

Tobey: Now that was low. Even I wouldn't stoop that low.well maybe I would. See the next week Howie and I were to fight Spoon in a tag team match. I left Howie in the ring with Spoon and his partner and they gave him a good old fashioned butt kicking. But alas that would not be the end of my little tumultuous feud with Spoon or Howitzer. See Howie was not scheduled to fight for the TV title, but when he saw that my feud with Spoon was reaching new heights, especially after I had been beating Spoon up, week after week after week, setting Spoon up to lose his title at Fall Out, then Howie the goody two shoes wants in.
So at Fall Out after I had milked Spoon for a fall, just look at these sneak attacks.

(Tobey shows his attack on Spoon at the pay per view Summerslammed, where he caused the Summerslammed sign to fall on Spoon and then where Tobey, Howitzer and Myers took Spoon behind the arena to the back where all three of them left Spoon alone in an ambulance and Myers dumped a truck load of bricks into the ambulance burying Spoon in the ambulance under them all.)

Tobey: Now as you all could plainly see, HOWITZER WAS WITH ME.WHEN WE FIRST STARTED ATTACKING SPOON. See I have accused Howitzer of being stupid, but maybe he is smarter than I have gave him credit for. He started it with me in wearing Spoon down. Now the next week.

(Shows clips of the attack of Tobey dressed as President Bush and attacking Spoon in the ring.)

Tobey: You know Spoon, that was really my favorite attack. And where were you at Howitzer, hiding in the back thinking of ways to screw me and take away my future big win at the ppv against Spoon. Then the third week after Spoon and Black had a great match with Howitzer and beat the heck out of him, when Spoon came into the back I attacked him and brought him to the ring where I attacked him some more.

(Shows clips of Witherspoon bleeding from his mouth and EMT's putting him on a stretcher to take him to the hospital.)

Tobey: See folks, I had it all set up. Spoon was going to go down. AND THEN HOWITZER GOT IN THE WAY. But see even at the PPV I still had it all set.
BUT HOWIE GOT AWAY WITH MURDER!

(Shows clip of Tobey laying on the mat and bleeding while Howitzer pins Spoon.)

Tobey: YOU NEVER PINNED ME. I WAS THE CHAMP. I HAD SPOON BEAT AND YOU SCREWED IT OUT OF ME. Well what I did two weeks ago was getting my just desserts. And at the pay per view I am going to show everyone just how great the Hollywood Idol is. You will just have to wait and see. But till then Howie, I am holding MY BELT.Cause I am the one that rightfully owns it. I AM THE TV CHAMPION. whether you fans up here in COWBOY country like it or not. Git over it ya'll. Cause Tobey Miliken is the man.BABY!

(Tobey throws the mic down and he and Misty leave the ring.)


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