Date : 10/18/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Metrapark Arena Billings Montana

(Master Z is seen sneaking quietly around the back hallways of the arena. It’s quiet and not everyone has arrived yet. Z wears his title belts around his waist, and also a pair of brass knuckles on his fist.)

JR: Uh oh, what’s Master Z up to?
KING: I’m not sure, JR! He always has something up his sleeve!

(Master Z walks over to the back arena entrance and peeks out the window. A smile crosses his face as he puts his back against the wall. The door slowly opens revealing Tamer arriving for the evening’s show.)

*CRACK*

(Master Z pops out from his hiding place and punches Tamer square in his face with the brass knuckles. Master Z quickly sheds the two heavy title belts holding him back. Z continues to jump on the fallen man and pummels him with his brass knuckles.)

*CRACK*

(Master Z talks between punches.)

Master Z: So you dare come out and interrupt my match?

*CRACK*

Master Z: Does Tyrone Smith have you that brainwashed that you’re kissing his *BLEEP* now?

*CRACK*

Master Z: Well I’m gonna knock those *BLEEP* kissing lips right from your face!

*CRACK*
*CRACK*

Master Z: How pathetic!

(Master Z stands up after slamming the back of Tamer’s head into the hard concrete. Z wipes the blood from his face and arm with his shirt before picking up his two title belts and walking away.)

JR: It looks like Master Z is the hunter tonight folks! Someone get Tamer some medical attention!

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('Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare over the PA system as White Lightning walks out from behind the curtain. With him is Big Kev Nash. Both men walk down to the ring area. Big Kev walks around the ring and grabs a microphone as White Lightning enters the ring. Big Kev enters and gives White Lightning the mic.)

White Lightning: Let me tell you something, MONTANA…. SUCKS!!! Montana, not only do you suck, but your hero Lowedown, HE SUCKS TOO!!

(Boos ensue from the crowd.)

White Lightning: Last week, you all saw the demise of Lowedown! Believe me when I tell you that he won't be back in action for a long, long time. After we dragged his @$$ behind that limo for 60 miles, he will never be the same. Lowedown, like I said when I first returned, your @$$ belongs to me! I told you that your life would become a living hell from here on out and each week I have lived up to my word.

(Boos from the crowd.)

White Lightning: And Lowedown, come PPV time, it's gonna be me and you on top of the scaffold. If these last few weeks are a clear representation of what is to come, then I should have a pretty easy time. I think it's fair to say that Lowedown, you are not half the man you once were. I am the superior to you in every facet of wrestling. Lowedown, I hope you now realize that you are stepping into the ring with a legend! Lowedown, I will…END…YOUR…CAREER!

(Boos from the crowd.)

White Lightning: I hope you are now watching your back everywhere you go because you never know when I'll show up. Everywhere you go, Big Kev and myself will find you. You have nowhere to hide, you can't avoid us and like I said, come PPV time, YOUR @$$ BELONGS TO ME!!!!!

(An "@$$-hole" chant begins.)

White Lightning: Now, William Black, you may think you are a great technical wrestler. You may think you have an advantage going into this submission match. You may actually think that you can defeat White Lightning. But the fact of the matter is, that William Black…. YOU…. SUCK!!!

(White Lightning throws down the mic and exits the ring with Big Kev they walk up the ramp to the back as "Rough Ryder's Anthem" begins to blare over the PA.)

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(The camera cuts to backstage where the Judge catches up with Ash and Scotty headed to the locker room. The Judge runs up into their path and stops them.)

Judge: What's the deal? I do what you say and you can't even congratulate me?

(Ash turns to Scotty.)

Ash: Head on inside, I've got this one.

(Scotty shakes his head and laughs to himself as he turns and heads into the locker room. Ash turns and looks at the Judge.)

Ash: Look runt, you did what we told you because you want to win. You want to win, then you'll continue to do exactly what we tell you. We're in this to help you win, if you want more support than that, but a jock strap.

Judge: I didn't mean...

Ash: You're still talking. Ears and eyes open, mouth shut. Understand?

Judge: Yeah.

Ash: Good, now grab your gear and meet us out in the garage at the end of the show. Your training starts tonight.

Judge: Training?

Ash: Yeah, Your *bleep* officially belongs to us now. Welcome to hell runt, this'll be the worst time of your life I can promise you that. But if it kills you, you'll learn what it takes to be a champion in this federation. Now make yourself scare, I'm sick of looking at your ugly mug.

(Ash turns and walks into the locker room closing it in the Judge's face. The judge looks around and then heads towards his locker room.)

(JR is standing in the center of the ring. He has a table and three chairs set out, two on one side and one on the other.)

KING: Wait a minute! JR isn't supposed to do things like this!

JR: Ladies and gentlemen, last week Witherspoon announced the stipulations for the TV title match at our next pay per view. Due to this match being a very highly anticipated, violent match, we here at the BMWF have asked all three of the competitors to come down to the ring and sign a contract waiving the BMWF from bearing any responsibility as to what may and will ahppen in this Darkside Chamber match. So Witherspoon if you would please come down now...

(Witherspoon walks down and enters the ring.)

JR: Tobey Miliken is you would make your way down.

(Tobey walks down to the ring. Tobey does not have the TV Title belt though)

JR: And lastly, if Howitzer would come down to the ring. Howitzer the Television Title Holder.

(Howitzer makes his way down to the ring. The three men stand there looking at each other. Tobey is on the side with the one chair. Tobey sits down first and then Spoon and Howitzer sit down.)

JR: Men you see the contract there. If you would please sign the contract. Witherspoon since you and Howitzer are on the same side of the table here I will ask you two to sign first.

(Witherspoon signs the contract and passes it to Howitzer. Howtizer looks at Tobey and then with a grimmace on his face he signs the contract. Howitzer slides the contract to Tobey. Tobey then signs it.)

JR: WOW I am surprised at how easy that was.

(All three men stand up. Then Howitzer and Spoon jump across the table at Tobey Miliken. JR runs out of the way. The table is over turned and the chairs fall aside as well. Howitzer and Witherspoon grab Tobey who tries to get of the ring and turn him around. Howitzer nails Tobey with a right hand. Witherspoon picks up Tobey and nails him with a left hand. Then Howitzer and Witherspoon run into the ropes and as Tobey slowly gets up they both do a double clothesline sending Tobey over the ropes. Tobey gets up quickly and starts running towards the back.)

Tobey: I AM STILL THE CHAMP...YOU SON OF A GUNS DON'T HAVE THE TITLE... I DO!

(Tobey runs on into the back as Howitzer and Witherspoon stand there.)

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

From Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

White Lightning

("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: Here with go with a submission match between White Lightning and William Black

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


LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 269 pounds...

William Black

(Tool's Swamp Song comes over the PA as the pyros shoot creepy purple flames. William

Black and Spirit both come out. Black and Spirit rush the ring, sliding under the

bottom rope and posing in all four corners.)

PA: My Warning... Meant Nothing... You're Dancing... In Quicksand...

RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing... from Phoenix Arizona... weighing in at 269lbs... and

being accompanied to the ring by Spirit, William Black!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
William Black throws White Lightning out of the ring.
William Black goes through the ropes.
William Black nails White Lightning with a DDT.
William Black uses a DDT on White Lightning.
William Black throws White Lightning back into the ring.
William Black points towards somebody in the audience and talks trash.
The crowd is cheering on William Black.

JR: This early in the match, there is no definite way to predict who is going to win.

These two combatants seem to be exact opposites. White Lightning has Speed and

Quickness and isn't afraid to turn this match into something hardcore while William

Black has the size and strength advantage.
KING: And he claims to be one of the best technical wrestlers in the business.

(Just then, William Black manages to duck a punch from White Lightning before

connecting with a pair of left hands of his own. Black follows the punches up with a

kick to the midsection doubling White Lightning over. Then Black grabs White

Lightning by the left arm and twists it around into an arm wrench before dropping an

elbow across his shoulder. After that, William Black uses another arm wrench to keep

control of White Lightning. Then Black steps on the back of White Lightning's leg,

dropping him down to one knee. William Black twists White Lightning's arm around into

a top wrist lock.)

JR: Black seems to be focused on White Lightning's arm and shoulder King.
KING: Not Me! I'm focused on Spirit's Puppies!
JR: Whatever King.

(After White Lightning refuses to give up from that hold, Black once again uses an arm

wrench to maintain control. Then he twists the arm around into a Hammerlock.)

JR: Look at the pain on White Lightning's face. He looks like he might be thrown off

a bit by this technical style of wrestling!

(With the Hammerlock in place, Black takes a half step forward and hooks White

Lightning up, then delivers a Back Suplex that drops White Lightning right on his

shoulder. After landing, White Lightning quickly rolls out of the ring and paces

around for a few seconds trying to shake some feeling back into his arm.)
 

William Black goes for a DDT, but White Lightning counters it with a low blow.
White Lightning takes William Black down with a double arm DDT.
The crowd is booing White Lightning.
White Lightning goes for a German suplex, but William Black counters it with
a backward kick.
William Black runs into the ropes.
William Black uses a flying forearm on White Lightning.
The crowd is cheering on William Black.
William Black goes for the Empty Chamber '03, but White Lightning
counters it with an elbow to the head.
The crowd is booing White Lightning.

(William Black takes White Lightning down with a Bodyslam. Then he grabs White

Lighting by the left arm and locks in an armbar. After a few seconds of that hold,

Black rolls White Lightning over on his back, shifting the hold into a Hammerlock

again. With White Lightning face down on the mat, Black kicks his feet up into the

air and comes back down driving a knee right into White Lightning's left shoulder. He

waits a second or two, and then does this again.)

JR: William Black has been working White Lightning's Left Shoulder from the beginning

of the match. It doesn't look like he's going to let up on that plan at all.
KING: And I know why too!
JR: Why's that King?
KING: Because William Black uses the Blacklock, a variant of a Cobra Clutch, which

puts a lot of pressure on the shoulder and arm. His attacks are designed to soften

White Lightning Up.

White Lightning takes William Black down with a belly-to-belly suplex.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
White Lightning hits a Russian legsweep on William Black.
White Lightning goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but William Black
counters it with a punch.
William Black uses a DDT on White Lightning.
William Black is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
William Black hoists White Lightning high into the air with a backdrop, then sen
ds White Lightning crashing hard to the mat.
William Black takes White Lightning down with a Northern Lights suplex.
William Black executes a fallaway slam on White Lightning.
William Black nails White Lightning with a flying forearm.
There are lots of chants for William Black.
There are lots of chants for William Black.
William Black whips White Lightning into the ropes.
William Black nails White Lightning with an armdrag takedown.
William Black goes for a DDT, but White Lightning counters it with a low blow.
White Lightning executes corkscrew moonsault on William Black.
The crowd is booing White Lightning.

JR: Wow! White Lightning with some impressive offense! Listen to this crowd!
KING: Gah! The crowd is too noisy!

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

(White Lightning throws William Black into the turnbuckles with an irish whip. Then

White Lightning charges in, but Black gets out of the way just in time.)

KING: GAH!
JR: White Lightning just hit the steel post shoulder first!

(White Lightning staggers backwards, holding his left shoulder where he impacted with

the steel post. William Black is waiting on him though, and as soon as White

Lightning turns around...)

JR: SPINEBUSTER! White Lightning is seeing stars!

(William Black quickly ties White Lightning up with another armbar. While still

keeping White Lightning in the hold, Black pulls White Lightning to his feet. Then

Black slings White Lightning into the turnbuckles. He follows it up with a Running

Clothesline, squashing White Lightning.)

JR: Black going to work on White Lightning in the corner. Black with an Irish

Whip--No, Drop Toehold!
KING: Ha Ha! Did you see White Lightning's Face bounce off the mat?
JR: Yes I did King. It looked painful. William Black sizing White Lightning Up.

Time for a trio of signature Fist Drops. White Lightning may be out.
KING: Tell me again why they're William Black's Signature Fist Drops.
JR: Because it's the way William Black does them. And they always come in a series of
three.

JR: We've had one heck of a contest up to this point Ladies and Gentlemen. Both men

have been relentless in attacking each other, softening each other up for a submission

finish.
KING: I want to soften Spirit up. She looks really tense! I could massage those

Puppies!
JR: King, Pay ateention to the match!

(White Lightning starts off with the advantage after blocking a punch and connecting

with a counter punch. Another pair of punches puts Black into the ropes. White

Lightning tries for an Irish Whip, but William Black reverses it, sending White

Lightning into the ropes instead.)

JR: Reversal by William Black. Lightning off the ropes. Black goes for a

clothesline. Lightning ducks. Lightning off the ropes and this crowd once again is on

their feet. Black with a kick -- No, White Lightning catches it. Lightning spins

Black around. Northern Lights Supl--No, William Black blocks it with a Knee to the

Face!

(White Lightning staggers backwards a step after catching a knee right on the chin.

Then William Black grabs White Lightning by his left arm and applies an arm wrench.)

JR: William Black goes back to work on that left arm. Black with an elbow across the

shoulder. White Lightning is down on a knee. William Black is looking around the

arena. He has White Lightning in the middle of the ring. This could be it.

(The crowd sees that William Black has White Lightning in trouble. Slowly a chant

starts forming.)

CAPACITY CROWD: MAKE HIM TAP! MAKE HIM TAP! MAKE HIM TAP!

(After playing to the crowd for a few seconds, William Black drops another elbow

across White Lightning's shoulder and then takes his time about applying the

Blacklock.)

JR: This could be it folks! White Lightning's definitely in trouble! William Black has

him in the middle of the ring, with the Blacklock fully sunk in!
KING: White Lightning's Trying to make it to the ropes!

(To keep White Lightning from getting out of the hold, Black steps on the back of his

leg, driving them both into the mat. White Lightning is trying desperately to make it

to the ropes.)

JR: White Lightning is really close to the ropes Ladies and Gentlemen! Will he make

it?

(Just as White Lightning's free hand grabs the ropes, Spirit climbs up on the apron,

distracting the referee. With the referee distracted, William Black rolls over,

pulling White Lightning with him, placing them both back in the middle of the ring

just before the referee turns around.)

KING: Gah! That Wench! She cheated! How is this fair? White Lightning had the ropes!
JR: She's just trying to help out King! Lightning's really in trouble! There's

nowhere for him to go! Is he gonna tap?!

(Just then as White Lightning starts tapping out, Big Kev Nash climbs up on the apron,

distracting the referee.)

KING: White Lightning's Tapping out but Big Kev made the save by distracting the

referee! I knew he was good for something!
JR: Now that is cheating King!

(Black sees Big Kev up on the apron and quickly breaks the hold, climbing to his feet.

He then charges over, but before he gets there, White Lightning gets up too.)

JR: White Lightning is on his feet! William Black doesn't see him. Lightning charges!

Wait! Black moves out of the way! White Lightning collides with Big Kev, knocking Big

Kev off the ring apron!
KING: GAH! TURN AROUND!

(White Lightning turns around, a look of shock on his face. Just then William Black

fires off with a group of left hands. He takes a step back, cocks his left hand like

it's a gun and connects with a huge haymaker that sends White Lightning bouncing into

the ropes. Before White Lightning hits the ground though, Black grabs him and pulls

him into the middle of the ring and re-applies the Blacklock, forcing them both down

to the mat again.)

JR: BLACKLOCK! Right in the middle of the ring! No Big Kev! Nowhere to go! What's

White Lightning going to do?
KING: You can see him turning bright red with pain!

(The Camera closes in on the situation in the middle of the ring. White Lightning's

trying to reach for the ropes, but Black prevents him from going anywhere by putting

all of his weight on White Lightning's lower back and pulling up.)

JR: You can hear White Lightning screaming in pain from here! The referee is in

position! He's asking Lightning for a decision! Right Lightning tries once more to

reach the ropes!
KING: He's too far away!

JR: Big Kev has distracted the referee!

Big Kev makes the save.

White Lightning exits the ring and grabs a steel chair
White Lightning re-enters the ring

JR: What is he gonna do with that chair? The ref is stil distracted!

*SMASH*

White Lightning nails William Black over the head with the steel chair
William Black immediately falls to the ground
Just as he does, the blood begins to gush out of his head

JR: OH MY! White Lightning just knocked William Black's head clean out of the ballpark!

White Lightning throws the chair out of the ring as the referee turns around
White Lightning immediately locks in the camel clutch

JR: William Black is unconscious and it doesn't appear he we awaken any time soon

White Lightning wrenches on the neck and back of Black with the camel clutch
The referee checks William Black and realizes he is unconscious
The referee lifts his arm…it falls
The referee lifts it a second time…it falls

JR:Wait a minute! What's going on here? The lights are beginning to flicker here!

King:I'm scared of the dark! YAHHH!

As the lights are flickering on and off, a figure begins to rapel down from the top of the building and begins to make his way above White Lightning. As the lights come back on, Lowedown
is seen with steel chains wrapped around both fists. Lowedown suddenly leans down and slams Lightning right in the right side of the head with the steel chain. As Lightning begins to fall
to the side, Lowedown catches him with another hard shot that sends him down to the mat. Lowedown looks to the crowd as he unravels one of the steel chains and wraps it around the neck
of Lightning and begins to choke him out. Dozer suddenly begins throwing tables into the ring one after another. William Black catches Big Kev with a pair of numchucks that staggers the big
man to one knee. The back of Big Kev's head begins to bleed as Dozer suddenly comes from around the corner and levels Big Kev with a big boot to the side of the head...)

JR:Lowedown is choking the life out of Lightning right in the middle of the ring and Dozer and Black are beating down Big Kev outside the ring!

King:Look at this! Flame and Spirit are starting to put the tables up in the ring! They're setting up one table on top of the other!

JR:They have three sets of table two tables inside the ring and Lowedown and Lightning are caught in the middle of all six of them! What are they trying to pull here?

King:I don't know, but it doesn't look good for Lightning at this rate! Hang on here!

(Lowedown pulls out another steel chain with a handle on it so he can pick up Lightning easier and places it around Lightning's neck. Lowedown picks up Lightning up off the mat and slowly
rises up off the mat.)

JR:Lowedown is looking to show Lightning an example of what a scaffold/table match is all about!

(Lowedown hangs onto the Lightning as they are almost over the first set of tables. As Lowedown dangles Lightning over the tables, they are both raised almost ten feet over the tables. As
the crowd watches on, Lowedown suddenly drops Lightning right through the first set of tables. Lightning crashes through both tables and lands right in front of Flame and Spirit. Lowedown
smiles as he hovers above Lightning's body and notices Flame holding a microphone in her hand as she throws it up to him. Lowedown somehow manages to catch the microphone as
he tries to keep himself from swinging...)

Lowedown:HEY LIGHTNING! I thought you might like a sneak peek at what you're getting into ya jack@$$! You want to drag me around me a parking lot? Well, I guess I need to drive you
down straight through the d@mn mat! Let's do it again!

(Lowedown is slowly dropped back down to the mat as he grabs a hold of Lightning with the steel chain and wraps it around his neck and begins to rise up once again. Lightning struggles
a bit, but is barely conscious as Lowedown is almost over the next set of tables. Lowedown continues to hold Lightning up as Flame douses the second set of tables with lighter fluid as Spirit
throws a match and sets it ablaze. Lowedown watches the flames burn as he is positioned over the tables and then suddenly drops Lightning right into the flaming tables. One of the referees
manages to grab an extinguisher and puts Lightning out. Dozer wrenches the extinguisher out of the referee's hand and watches the referee leap over the railing and into the crowd...)

JR:GOOD LORD! Lowedown is using Lightning like a puppet on a string as he is pointing towards the third set of tables!

King:What is he going to do for the third set of tables? He set the second ones on fire! YAHHHH!

(Flame and Spirit slide underneath the ring and come out a moment later with a bucket of glue and a couple of pillows. Black slides into the ring with a bag of thumbtacks and places them on
the second table as Spirit rips open a pillow and spreads the feathers on the table on top of the thumbtacks. Flame climbs up on top of Dozer's shoulders and is handed the bucket of glue as she
begins to pour it onto the top table. Lowedown finally is raised over the final set of tables and then looks up as he nods towards someone in the back and suddenly Lowedown is raised even higher
in the air as he smiles sadistically to the crowd...)

JR:Somebody stop this! This doesn't need to happen here! This has gone too far!

King:Did anyone tell Lightning that when he drug Lowedown around the parking lot? I don't think so!

JR:Hold on! Dozer and Black are throwing Big Kev into the ring and Dozer is sliding Big Kev in between the two tables!

King:He has to slide him sideways because Big Kev is almost seven feet tall!

JR:Hang on King! If Lightning lands on Big Kev like that, he could snap him in half! That would make him the same size as Lightning! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown looks down at Lightning as he finally releases Lightning from fifteen feet above the tables as he watches him fall right into the glued table. However, the table somehow does not
break. The glue accidently held the table partially together as Lowedown can't believe his own eyes. Lowedown smirks as he then reaches up and grabs a hold of the release cable and looks
down at Lightning...)

JR:Lowedown wouldn't do it! Would he?

King:He is the Hardcore champion J.R!

(Lowedown pulls the release cord and falls from the rope and lands right on top of Lightning with a frog splash and sends both of them right through the tables and on top of Big Kev. The crowd
erupts as all three men are seen lying in the ring in a pile of broken table, feathers, and thumbtacks. Lowedown slowly rises up from the rubble and pulls a few feathers off of his shoulder along with a few extra thumbtacks in his chest. Flame walks over and hands the microphone to her husband...)

Lowedown:OH MAN! DID THAT FEEL GOOD OR WHAT?!? Lightning, while you sit there bleeding and broken up...think about what you did to me last week! Think about what happens to
lil' punks like you who think they have what it takes to knock me down! I didn't just put you through one table, I just put your @$$ through six tables ya melee mouth sonofableep! And the
most fun thing about it is...I did it without anyone else touching you Whitey! I whooped your sorry @$$ all by my lonesome! I didn't have anyone jump ya! I didn't have anyone hit ya with a
lead pipe! I just had them set up furniture for me! And now your monkey boy just got a taste of the pain just for being associated with you! You and I are going up a scaffold and you will be
falling twenty feet down on your @$$! That is the Lowedown on that!

(Lowedown leans down and slaps Lightning in the face and then speaks one last time...)

Lowedown:Ya feel me Whitey?

(Lowedown drops the microphone down on Lightning's chest and raises his hands high in the air and gives the Wolfpac signal to the crowd. Lowedown looks towards Black and Spirit as he slides
out of the ring. Flame and Dozer follow behind him as Black and Spirit are left in the ring standing above Lightning...)

JR:I can't believe what we just saw here! Lowedown just put White Lightning through six tables from fifteen feet in the air! Lightning could seriously be injured here!

King:If he's not injured, then he is a robot! Big Kev might need a brain transplant thanks to those numchucks that William used on him!
 

>>>

(Backstage)

(The scene cuts to Kolic sitting alone in a room somewhere in the back. He
pauses in thought before he speaks.)

Kolic: The BMWF, as usual, seems to be in chaos. Most people are either
disappointed by what they don't have or unsatisfied by what they do. Some
had the one thing they always desired, only to lose it and have everything
come crashing down. Others have what they want, but are forced into paranoia
because of others who want to take it. No one has what they need, and few
even have what they want.

(Kolic takes a breath before continuing)

Kolic: I, however, am not one of those people. See, in accepting Jesus
Christ into my life, I got everything I ever needed. This...(Kolic holds up
the All-American title)...this is a reward for faith and hard work. I don't
desire this any more than I desire power or wealth. Therein lies the
problem. Others see titles as goals, vindications of their suffering, when
really they are rewards. There is one goal for life, and I am the one to
have found it.

Witherspoon, good luck tonight. God willing, I will keep my title, but if
not, that's fine. May the better man win, and if what I've seen is any
indication, I won't lose this title for a long time.

Fade

(A voice on the PA begins to speak.)

Voice: Remember the date...for he is coming...coming to take what is his...what he deserves...what he thirsts for! He is coming..Coming!

10.25.04.

JR: I'll be glad when the Pay-Per-View arrives because I am getting sick of this!

King: For once I agree with you JR!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

The BMWF All-American Champion...
Kolic

(The Bruisertron shows two clocks that, after a few seconds, reach noon. The
clocks spin in a circle, fast enough to meld into a continuous white circle.
The letter fades out, revealing KOLIC in white letters as "Time and Time
Again" by Chronic Future plays.)

PA: Inspiring, shining, heh, rising,
And when you're in my way I'm not dividing
Me from you cause we're working together...

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


LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

(The arena lights turn off as a steady drum beat begins.  Two Pyros shoot from the stage and the lights flare on as “Kashmir” By Led Zeplin blares from the speakers.  Witherspoon walks down the stage and ramp to the ring as the crowd Boos him loudly.)
 
JR:  Tonight Witherspoon will have a chance at the All American Title One week before the PPV.
 
King:  Just think JR, Witherspoon could have two titles by the end of next week!
 
JR:  First he has to beat Kolic though.
 
(Witherspoon slides into the ring and shrugs out of his coat, tossing it to a stage hand.  He goes to each turnbuckle and throws his right fist into the air, his left fist beating against his chest.  He drops down and pulls his shirt off, tossing it to the side.)
 

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Both men lock up in the ring!
Kolic struggles to gain control
Witherspoon Pushes him across the ring
Witherspoon pushes Kolic into the corner
Witherspoon slams his shoulder into Kolic’s midsection several times
Witherspoon Lays a few chops into Kolic
Witherspon hits a superplex from the top rope
Witherspoon goes for the cover, lifting Kolic’s leg up
The ref counts “1…2…thr kick out!
 
King: Yea! That was close JR
 
JR: Kolic is going to have to draw on all of his ability in this match. Witherspoon has him on size and power, and he has a good amount of kill in the ring too.
 
King: I don’t think Kolic can do it! The match has hardly started and Witherspoon has almost pinned him!
 
JR: Witherspoon stomps away at Kolic
Witherspoon lifts Kolic up and whips him into the ropes
Witherspoon hits an atomic drop on Kolic
Witherspoon catches Kolic in a Boston Crab
Kolic fights to break free
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Kolic tries to reach the ropes
Witherspoon pulls him to the center of the ring
The ref checks on Kolic
Kolic fights to the ropes after 32 seconds
Witherspoon stomps on Kolic
The crowd boos Witherspoon
Witherspoon hits Kolic with an Ax kick
Witherspoon Throws Kolic into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Kolic with a Big Boot to the face
Witherspoon follows up with a boot choke
The ref begins the count
1..2..3..4 Witherspoon releases the hold

Witherspoon executes an ax kick on Kolic.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Witherspoon.
Witherspoon hits Kolic with a German suplex.
Charles Robertson counts: One, shoulder up.
Witherspoon executes an ax kick on Kolic.
Witherspoon nails Kolic with haymaker.
Witherspoon uses an ax kick on Kolic.

Witherspoon is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Witherspoon gets a hangman on Kolic.
Kolic gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Witherspoon sends Kolic into the turnbuckle, but Kolic reverses it.
Kolic charges in with a clothesline.
Kolic goes for spinning headscissors, but Witherspoon throws him off.
Witherspoon runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Witherspoon with a kick.
Kolic executes spinning headscissors on Witherspoon.

JR: Kolic is really heating up here! If he can just keep Witherspoon down then he should be able to keep his belt!
 
King: Yeah, but first he’s gotta keep him down!
 
JR: Kolic kicks Witherspoon
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes
Kolic hits Witherspoon with a clothesline
Kolic hits a karate kick to Witherspoon’s gut
Kolic hits a drop kick on Witherspoon
Kolic uses a take down to bring Witherspoon on the middle rope
Kolic hits a 619 on Witherspoon
Kolic hits a frog splash on Witherspoon
Kolic goes for the pin
1..2.. kick out!
 
King: Yea!
 
JR: Kolic has just hit a massive assault of moves on Witherspoon, and he’s still not out!
 
King: I told you JR! Witherspoon is a monster! I don’t think Kolic can do it!
 
JR: Kolic hits a Slide rule on Witherspoon
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes and goes to bounce of the ropes himself
Witherspoon hit the mat! Kolic is out on his back! Witherspoon just barely avoided the Binary Blaster!
Witherspoon lifts Kolic up
Witherspoon suplexes Kolic
Witherspoon keeps a hold on Kolic and Suplexes him again!
Witherspoon goes for a third Suplex
Witherspoon hits a fith Suplex and follows up with a head lock
 
King: Did you see that JR! Witherspoon just hit 5 suplexes in a row! It’s over!
 
JR: Kolic is struggling to break free
The ref checks on Kolic
Kolic is fading
The ref lifts Kolic’s arm up once and it falls
He lifts Kolic’s arm up twice and it falls
The ref lifts Kolic’s arm up a third time
Witherspoon grabs Kolic’s arm and rolls him over into an Arm bar
Kolic screams in pain
 
JR: Witherspoon is not letting up on Kolic here. He came close to getting hit with a binary blast and he doesn’t want it to happen again
 
King: This is it JR! It’s over. Kolic has lost the initiative!
 
JR: Kolic fights to break free
Witherspoon pulls tighter on his arm
The ref checks on Kolic
The ref asks if Kolic wants to quit
Kolic shakes his head no
Witherspoon pulls harder on Kolic’s arm
Witherspoon screams in agony.
Kolic grabs the ropes after 25 seconds
 
JR: Kolic is on his feet again and he looks groggy. He’s favoring his right arm as well. I think the damage has already been do

Kolic smacks Witherspoon with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic nails Witherspoon with a punch.
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Witherspoon smacks Kolic with a devastating clothesline .
 
JR: Kolic Kicks Witherspoon
Kolic hits a karate kick to Witherspoon’s left arm
Kolic hits a karate kick Witherspoon's gut
Kolic hits a karate kick to Witherspoon’s head
Kolic hits a dropkick to Witherspoon
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes and throws himself against the ropes
Witherspoon nails Kolic with a massive clothesline.
Witherspoon hits Kolic with a head but
Witherspoon hits Kolic in the gut with a haymaker
 
King: Here it comes JR!
 
(Witherspoon drives Kolic’s skull into the mat with a powerful Crucifix. Kolic’s body drops down to the mat weakly.)
 
King: HA HA! I wonder how Kolic liked that!
 
JR: Witherspoon hits a german suplex on Kolic
Witherspoon grabs Kolic up in a side bearhug
Kolic screams in pain
The ref checks on Kolic
Witherspoon shakes Kolic back and forth
Witherspoon throws Kolic to the mat
Witherspoon whips Kolic into a corner
Witherspoon drives his shoulder into Kolics gut
Witherspoon lays a few chops into Kolic’s chest
Witherspoon hits a superplex from the top rope
 
JR: Witherspoon is just dismantiling Kolic here!
 
King: We are gonna see a new All-American Champion tonight JR, Just you wait!

JR: Witherspoon attempts an axe kick, but Kolic catches it! Kolic sweeps
Witherspoon's leg out from under him! He's laying into Witherspoon with
punches to the head! He picks up Witherspoon and whips him into the corner,
then follows in with a clothesline!

Kolic chokes Witherspoon with his heel, he lets go at 4.
Kolic climbs the turnbuckle and delivers a 10 count punch.
Kolic hits a hurricanrana on Witherspoon.
Kolic hits a frogsplash.
Kolic goes for the pin.

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: What a double clothesline! Both men are down!

Ref: (and crowd) 1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!

King: This may be a double countout!

8!
9!

JR: Wait! Kolic just hit a kip up! He probably wasn't knocked out, he just
wanted to add drama!

King: He must have picked that up from Vernon Vanderbilt!

JR: Kolic's signaling for the Binary Blast! He picks up Witherspoon, Irish
Whips him into the ropes, and hits it! He goes for the pin!
The crowd is wildly cheering Kolic with only a few scattered boos audible.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The Lights go out. The sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena."Step Up" BY Drowning Pool begins..)

PA: One, Two, Three, GO!

( A huge explosion of fire shoots up across the stage leaving a huge cloud of smoke. Red and Blue lights begins to strobe. Tamer walks out from behind the cloud of smoke. Tamer has the Intercontinental Championship over his shoulder. Tamer slaps the fans hands on his way down. Tamer climbs the steps and enters the ring. Tamer grabs a mic from ring side.)

Tamer: Week, after week, after week, after week... I challenge Hardcore Harry. I make things clearer each time. Now I’m doing it public. So its simple Harry come out. Lets settle the terms...

JR: Do you think Harry will show?

(The crowd is buzzing.)

Tamer: Come on Harry! Where are you? Look How many times do I have to say it. You come down and agree to a match. Agree to face me in a match at the Pay-Per-View for this Intercontinental Championship...

(Tamer raises the belt in the air as the crowd cheers, Tamer rest it back on his shoulder looking at the ramp.)

Tamer: Okay... So I’m guessing good ole Hardcore Harry... Is afraid. You don’t want to lose this title. Maybe you figure if you don’t come out here and get it back then you can never really lose it. Like tonight when you face Shane Perish. Is that what’s gonna happen Harry? After all this time you’re just gonna punk out? What should I expect from a washed up, piece of crap like you! I can wait till Perish beats you, I mean he’s probably man enough to defend his belt. It’s a sad thing when a champion turns out to be nothing but a scared little *bleep*

(All of a sudden the a darkened green glow falls upon the arena and Extreme Hardcore Entertainment flashes across the bruisertron. "Back Up" by 12 Stones erupts over the PA system and Hardcore Harry comes walking out onto the entranceway with a microphone in his hand and a cocky grin on his face. Harry slowly makes his way down to the ring ignoring all the fans and
centering all his attention on his BMWF Intercontinental Title that Tamer has. Harry walks up the steps and steps into the ring as the lights go back to normal and Harry's music fades away)

Harry: I see you have been taking good care of MY title there. You know something? This is as close as I have been to you while you held my title...So if you were a smart man you would hand it over.

(Both men just stare into each others eyes and Harry's grin is wiped off of
his face)

Harry: NOW!!!

(Tamer looks right into Harry’s eyes and smiles.)

Tamer: No...

Crowd: OOH!

Tamer: Maybe you weren’t listening to me. First we come to terms on the match. Then you get to have the belt...

(Harry looks to the ground as another grin appears on his face)

Harry: Now you say I get to pick the stipulations in this match between us, and no matter what you will agree to my terms?

(Tamer gives Harry a nod and he continues)

Harry: Alright then Mr. Bigshot, you got yourself a damn deal. Now you know when you have Hardcore Harry name any match stipulation you are in for a ride of a life time so don't be anticipating a little cakewalk! I have had this match idea in the back of my mind for a while now but I haven't had the chance to unleash it yet until the perfect time arose, and now seems to be that time.

(The crowd remains silent waiting to hear the match stipulations)

Harry: Just the name is going to put butts in the seats my man, listen to this….. a 30-Minute Ultraviolent Challenge!

(The crowd lets out a big pop as Harry continues)

Harry: The rules are simple Tamer my man, the match will fall under the basic Iron-man match rules except for a few changes. For one the match will not be an whole hour long, no, the match will only last thirty minutes and whoever has the most pin-falls only will be the winner. Now that isn't all, you know I will have nothing less than mayhem in my matches so there will be the works at ringside. I'm talking barbed-wire, tables, chairs, ladders, thumbtacks, staple guns, baseball bats and my personal favorite, fluorescent light tubes!!!

(The crowd makes an even bigger pop this time)

Harry: So now what do you say Tamer? Are you ready to just back out now and hand me my title and spare one night that could be your last or do you want to go toe to toe with the King of Extreme himself in a match you have very few chances on winning?

(Tamer is thinking. Tamer lays the IC title down on the mat and shakes his head. Tamer begins to walk away as the crowd boos. Harry picks up the Intercontinental title smiling. Tamer stops at the ropes and turns around with a smile on his face.)

Tamer: Of course I accept!

(Crowd cheers.)

Tamer: You’re on Harry. You and Me at the Pay-Per-View. We’re gonna settle this thing between us once and for all. I do hope you enjoy your final week as champion. I’m letting you walk into the match with that title, But I guarantee you wont walk out with it.

(Tamer drops the mic as the crowd cheers. Tamer exits the ring and heads up the ramp as "Step Up" By Drowning Pool plays over the PA system .)

>>>

JR: Ever since Tyrone lost the world title to Master Z, he has been quiet,
depressed and unmotivated to wrestle. And it appears as though he has once
again gone missing.

King: He's ashamed to even show his loser face!

JR: The past few months, Tyrone has used this tactic before with great
success. However, given his current mental state, I really don't believe
that Tyrone's late entrance is in preparation of his match tonight where he
teams up with the man that beat him for his world title.

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Hardcore Harry

(A darkened green glow falls upon the arena as "Back Up" by 12 Stones blares
over the PA system and Extreme Hardcore Entertainment flashes across the
bruisertron. Hardcore Harry comes walking out with the BMWF Intercontinental
Championship around his waist.)

(As Hardcore Harry is making his way down the rampway, the Bruisertron lights up to show a group of old men are seen playing poker and smoking cigars. As they pan around the group of
players, an old man wearing a Hardcore Harry mask is holding his cards very close to his face and then mocks the voice of Harry...)

OldManHarry:I see your five...

(Harry pushes five little blue pills into the center of the table and then pauses...)

OldManHarry:...and I raise you five more lil' pills of senior citizen excitement!

(Four out of the other five other players fold in disgust as the fifth one keeps focused on Harry...)

OtherOldMan:I see your bet and I raise you my girlfriend down the hall.

OldManHarry:You mean the one who has the secret supply of tapioca pudding tucked underneath her bedpans?

OtherOldMan:None other! She still has all her original teeth left.

OldManHarry:Are you serious?

OtherOldMan:Absolutely! She keeps them in a jar next to the Preperation H in the bathroom cabinet! What more could you ask for?

(Harry taps his finger to his chin and then pushes the rest of his Viagra into the middle of the table...)

OldManHarry:I'M IN!!! What do you got?

(There is a dramatic pause as the other old man finally drops down a pair of threes...)

OldManHarry:That's it? I have a full house and you tried to play me for a pair of threes?

OtherOldMan:I knew you had a better hand! I just wanted to get rid of her!

(Harry pauses and then rakes in all the Viagra into a big bowl...)

OldManHarry:Well, it looks like I'm all set for Bingo night on Thursday! WOO-HOO!

(The Bruisertron shuts off rather abruptly as the crowd is heard laughing hysterically throughout the entire arena...)

King:Who is doing this to Hardcore Harry? Putting his real life on the Bruisertron! HAHAHA!

JR:You know that's not really Harry! Someone is just having fun with him!

King:Well, I'm laughing that's for sure! HAHAHAHA!

 (Harry walks down the ramp and stops in the
middle looking down to his title brushing it off and shinning it up. Harry
slides into the ring calling for a microphone)

Harry: Wheelin' and dealin'... apparently that is what this federation has
come down too. I guess people get so desperate to get a title shot they
steal titles and won't give them back until you agree to matches. Well you
know what, that is fine by me because I told everyone when I got this title
I won't turn down one challenger!

(The crowd don't know how to react to Harry at this point)

Harry: Oh and how kind Tamer is, he gives me my title tonight just so I can
defend it against Shane. Oh and don't even put a dime on Shane because last
week was nothing, absolutely nothing. Don't get me wrong, Shane is.. decent
but a Intercontinental Title shot, HA!

(The crowd lets out a soft boo)

Harry: Shane I understand you can be confident after last week but being
cocky, that is what costs you your life when you face me, the Ultraviolent
Icon! Shane I wish you good luck and Godspeed because these next couple of
minutes, I am going to make an example out of you boy. I am going to show
Tamer and the rest of this world that the Ultraviolent Icon does not play, I
am here for a win and a win only, no matter how many broken bodies, no
matter how much blood, I am going to walk out tonight with not only my title
but with respect!!!

(Harry slams the mic into the mat and gives a cut throat signal as he hands
his title belt to the referee)
*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Hardcore Harry talks trash to the crowd.
The cheers for Hardcore Harry are drowning out the boos.
Hardcore Harry hits a big boot to the face on Shane Perish.
Hardcore Harry hits a Russian legsweep on Shane Perish.
Hardcore Harry goes for an atomic drop, but Shane Perish counters it with
a bulldog.
A portion of the crowd is booing Shane Perish.
In turn, Hardcore Harry counters it with a throw-off.
Hardcore Harry uses a side suplex on Shane Perish.
Hardcore Harry takes Shane Perish down with an elbowdrop.
Hardcore Harry whips Shane Perish into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits Shane Perish with a clothesline.
Shane Perish falls out of the ring.
Hardcore Harry goes through the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits a Russian legsweep on Shane Perish.
Hardcore Harry reenters the ring.
Shane Perish follows him back in.
Shane Perish brings the table into the ring.
Hardcore Harry goes for a legdrop, but Shane Perish rolls out of the way.
Shane Perish hoists Hardcore Harry high into the air with a backdrop, then sends
Hardcore Harry crashing hard to the mat.
Shane Perish goes for a sidewalk slam, but Hardcore Harry counters it with a DDT
.
The cheers for Hardcore Harry are drowning out the boos.
Shane Perish gives him the Clothesline From Hell.
Shane Perish executes the Perisher on Hardcore Harry.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Shane Perish.
Shane Perish goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, kickout.
Shane Perish nails Hardcore Harry with a superkick.
Shane Perish goes for a gutbuster, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish hits Hardcore Harry with a kick.
Shane Perish hits a gutbuster on Hardcore Harry.
Shane Perish is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Shane Perish beats on his chest.
Shane Perish is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Shane Perish goes for a brainbuster, but Hardcore Harry counters it with
a small package.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Hardcore Harry hits a big boot to the face on Shane Perish.
Hardcore Harry goes for the Hardcore Hell, but he can't do it.
Shane Perish whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits Shane Perish with a kick.
Hardcore Harry goes for a side suplex, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish takes Hardcore Harry down with a spinebuster.
Shane Perish whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes, but Hardcore Harry
reverses it.
Shane Perish hits Hardcore Harry with a shoulderblock.
Shane Perish hoists Hardcore Harry high into the air with a vertical suplex, the
n sends Hardcore Harry crashing hard to the mat.
A portion of the crowd is booing Shane Perish.
Shane Perish nails Hardcore Harry with a superkick.
Shane Perish runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish almost takes Hardcore Harry's head off with a clothesline
Shane Perish whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes, but Hardcore Harry
reverses it.
Shane Perish smacks Hardcore Harry with a devastating clothesline .
Shane Perish is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Shane Perish goes for a backbreaker, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry nails Shane Perish with a big boot to the face.
Hardcore Harry hits a big boot to the face on Shane Perish.
Hardcore Harry goes for a sidewalk slam, but Shane Perish counters it with a DDT

JR: Shane really wants that Intercontinental Championship, you can see it in
his eyes.

KING: He just will not give up! Harry is hitting him with everything he's
got but Shane is still fighting to stay alive!

(Harry is up on the middle rope taunting the crowd as Shane is getting up
behind him in the middle of the ring. Harry turns around and leaps off the
top rope but Shane gets his leg up and connects with a brutal superkick
taking Harry's head off! Harry falls to the mat and Shane fall down right
beside him)

KING: Shane is going for the cover, this could be it for Harry and his short
title reign!!!

(Shane throws his arm over the chest of Hardcore Harry, 1.2.)

JR: NO!!! Harry gets his shoulder up just at the last second!

KING: That was very close JR, I thought he had him!

(Shane gets up and slowly picks Harry up, Shane calls for the end and the
crowd jumps up to their feet beginning to cheer. Shane grabs Harry and
executes a perfect Perisher!!!)

JR: PERISHER!!!

KING: That is it!!!

(Shane rolls over on top of Harry pinning his leg up into the air as the ref
drops down to the mat to make the count, 1.2....)

JR: No Three!?!

KING: Look!!! It's Tamer!!!

(Tamer pulls the referee out of the ring and clubs him in the back of the
neck knocking him out on the outside. Shane doesn't see what is going on and
stands up looking for the ref. Tamer grabs a chair and slides into the ring
back behind Shane)

JR: Look out Shane!!!

(As Shane slowly turns around with a tired and confused look on his face
Tamer cracks him directly in the skull echoing a sickening thud throughout
the arena. Shane drops to the mat with his eyes glazed over!!!)

JR: What the hell!

KING: WHOA!!! What is Tamer doing!?!

(Tamer pulls Hardcore Harry over top of Shane Perish then slides out of the
ring and grabs the referee and throws him into the ring. The groggy ref
looks at Harry on top of Shane and makes the count)

*DING DING* 

JR: I just can't believe this!

(Tamer grabs the BMWF Intercontinental Championship and slides back into the
ring. Tamer lifts up the referee and gives him a superkick sending him
tumbling over the ropes and out of the ring to the floor below. Tamer then
looks down at Hardcore Harry who still is unconscious)

KING: Wait a minute, Harry is still the champion, Tamer is a genius!

(Tamer walks over to Harry mumbling some words down to him then places his
right foot across the chest of the Intercontinental Champion and raises
Hardcore Harry's belt high up into the air showing off. After taunting for a
minute Tamer drops the title back down on top of Harry and he walks over
jumping out of the ring and slowly walking up the ramp with a smirk on his
face as mixed reactions pour out from the crowd)

 JR: We'll be right back!

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