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

(Tobey is in the back dressed for his match with Couch.)

Couch: Tobey tonight you have a hardcore title match with Lowedown. Now you and Lowedown have met in the ring before, with Lowedown winning. What is your motivation tonight and can you win?

Tobey: You know Bruiser has booked a very interesting match. Right in the midst of all of this TV title controversy yours truly has a match for the hardcore title. Now I know that most people out there watching are probably thinking, Tobey can't win. Tobey has too much going on. Tobey can't beat Lowedown. Normally they would probably be right. But not tonight. See tonight I am going to use Lowedown as a chance to send a message out to Witherspoon and Howitzer. Whether I win the Hardcore Title tonight or not I guarantee one thing. ONE IMPORTANT THING! Lowedown will bleed. I am not taking this match as a warm up for the big Dark chamber match, no no no. I am going into this match to win. To claim my second title. I am not going into that ring tonight saying, if I win great, if I don't I'll make a good show. NO! I am going into it to win and win only. But most importantly I am going into this match with my eyes open and a chance to open my future opponents eyes. Cause when they see Lowedown lose they will know that they don't stand a freaking chance.

Couch: Those are pretty strong words, considering that Lowedown beat you pretty bad last time.

Tobey: Last time, yes. This time. NO WAY! Lowedown, give Flame a goodnight kiss. Cause the next time you see her, you'll be on your back in the hospital.

(Tobey walks away)

Couch: Strong words from the TV Champ. er.The self proclaimed TV Champ.

>>>

(Lowedown steps out of the bWo locker room and throws the Hardcore title over his shoulder when a skinny looking man with glasses walks up carrying a briefcase
that is almost as big as he is. As Lowedown almost passes him by, the lawyer stops and speaks...)

Mr.Smith:Mr.Lowedown? Do you have a moment?

(Lowedown turns around and cocks his head...)

Lowedown:Well, I'm about to go out and whoop Tobey Miliken's @$$ in front of my peeps here Montana. Other than that, I'm free.

Mr.Smith:Well, I am here on behalf of my client Mr.Z and I have this for you.

(Mr.Smith hands Lowedown a letter and Lowedown pauses for a moment...)

Lowedown:Is this something that I am going to enjoy or want to shove down your throat?

Mr.Smith:Please Mr.Lowedown. I am only here to deliver this message to you.

Lowedown:So don't kill the messenger right?

Mr.Smith:Yes. Please don't kill the messenger?

Lowedown:Well, let's see what this garbage is all about.

(Lowedown opens up the envelope and quickly reads it over and then shakes his head...)

Lowedown:You've got to be BLEEPING kidding me! What is this garbage?

Mr.Smith:It is written there in black and white Mr.Lowedown. I suggest you honor the judgement written here or else you will be fined.

Lowedown:Fined? You're gonna fine me?

Mr.Smith:It's not me. It's Master Z and I am only his lawyer.

(Lowedown looks at the paper once again and then folds it up in his pocket and shakes his head again...)

Lowedown:Okay then. I guess we will have to go to plan B.

(Lowedown walks towards the entrance way followed by Dozer and Flame...)

fade...

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore title match


Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Misty
Fighting out of Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken


LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Phoenix, AZ...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
LoweDown

PA:BU..BU...BU..BROTHERHO...SCREEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

(Lowedown's intro cuts off unexpectedly as the crowd looks on at the Bruisertron as the screen turns to snow. No one is sure what is going on...)

JR:Is there something wrong with Lowedown's entrance?

King:You better believe there is! I just got this faxed to me a few minutes before Lowedown's match up! Master Z's lawyer got an injunction against Lowedown using
the BWO introduction! Can you believe it? Lowedown's lawyers lost the case on the BWO logo! He should have got Johnny Cochran or someone better than on the
back of the phonebook! HAHAHA!

(J.R is seen reading over the fax...)

JR:It says here that until Lowedown can pay the licensing fee and the rights to the BWO logo, he has been banned from using the name!

King:What is he going to do with all the merchandise?

PA:LO...LO...LO...LOWEDOWN WORLD ORDER!

JR & King:WHAT?!?

("Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame are seen making their way down to the ring wearing brand new "LwO" t-shirts to the surprise
of the crowd. Dozer and Flame are seen handing out t-shirts to some of the crowd as a group of BMWF staff members are seen handing out t-shirts out to the fans who are
wearing bWo t-shirts. Lowedown looks around as he pulls a microphone out from his back pocket and looks to the crowd...)

KING: YAHH! The Latino World Order is back!

Lowedown:It looks like my lawyers, who I have fired since then, have been unable to defeat Master Z in the courtroom. So, we have been forced to drop the bWo name!

(The crowd boos...)

Lowedown:However, we have decided to do a lil' change here so that I won't get sued by Z and his group of cockroach, bloodsucking lawyers! I introduce the Lowedown
World Order! Started by me and ran by me! That is why we have passed out these shirts so that the peeps who were wearing Z's name brand can change to the real deal that
is...the Hardcore champ himself! Ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:So Tobey, if you manage to survive here tonight...you are still eligible to become part of the newest and greatest thing since sliced bread! The Lowedown World
Order is going to change things around here so get ready for the new kind of pain! That is the Lowedown on that!

(Lowedown slides into the ring and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and sits down as he watches Tobey across the ring and waves to him...)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR:Lowedown and Tobey lock up and...NO! Lowedown caught Tobey with a shot to the ribs and...Tobey is clutching his ribs quickly! What did he do?

King:Look in his hand J.R! He has one of those retractable batons! Lowedown caught Tobey with a hard shot and Tobey wasn't expecting that one! Now Lowedown is slamming
that baton right into the ribs of Tobey over and over again! He's going to break Tobey's ribs in the first five minutes!

JR:Lowedown slams Tobey down to the mat and immediately picks him back up and slams him again to the mat. Lowedown walks around the dazed Tobey and then bounces
against the ropes and delivers a baseball slide dropkick to the side of Tobey's head! Lowedown isn't giving Tobey any room here!

King:He wants to teach Tobey about what the possible pecking order might be for him here tonight!

(Lowedown picks up Tobey and delivers a belly to belly suplex a dazed Tobey and then rolls him over and drills the forhead of Tobey with rapid punches. The crowd is counting
behind each shot until Lowedown stops and waves to the crowd. Lowedown then picks up Tobey and drops him down with a sidewalk slam in the center of the ring. Lowedown
pops back up on his feet and bounces against the ropes and catches Tobey with a legdrop to the chest. Lowedown pops up again and delivers another legdrop. As Lowedown
pops up for a third time, he blows a kiss to his wife and then picks up Tobey and whips him into the corner and follows up with a hard clothesline that rocks his head back.
Lowedown then drops down and begins driving his shoulder into the ribs of Tobey...)

King:Lowedown is ramming that shoulder into the ribs of Tobey repeatedly and now he rises up and nails Tobey with a hard european uppercut Now Lowedown is nailing Tobey
with hard kicks to the gut! I think Lowedown wants to break each rib of Tobey here tonight!

(Lowedown rakes the eyes of Tobey and now he's picking him up again and throws him back into the corner turnbuckle and begins to choke him out with his boot. Lowedown
tosses Tobey out of the corner and nails Tobey with a dropkick to the back of the head. Lowedown backs away and delivers another dropkick to the head of Tobey. Lowedown picks
up Tobey and whips him into the ropes and follows right behind him with a knife edge chop that sends Tobey into the ropes. Lowedown backs up just enough to clothesline Tobey
over the top rope and watches him fall to the fconcrete floor...)

JR:Lowedown is going after Tobey like a rabid dog! Lowedown is not wasting any time on trying to break Tobey down here tonight!

King:If Lowedown doesn't let up, Tobey might need to become a broadcaster for the BMWF. He won't be able to wrestle anymore after this!

(Lowedown slides out of the ring and stands over Tobey and slaps him in the back of the head. Lowedown slaps him a second time and then picks Tobey up off the floor and throws
him face first into the steel steps. Lowedown drives his knee into the side of Tobey's head and then kneels down and grabs the back of Tobey's head and is heard shouting at Tobey...)

Lowedown:YOU THINK YOU GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO BE IN MY GROUP?!? YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO GET BETTER REAL QUICK!

Tobey gets up slowly and as Lowedown is standing over him Tobey lays into the left knee again of Lowedown with a right hand.
Lowedown buckles under and falls.
Misty Rivers grabs for something in the bag. She hands Tobey a ball bat.
Lowedown tries to get up but Tobey hit's Lowedown in the knee with the ball bat.
Lowedown falls back down screaming in pain.

King: Looks like Tobey has a few tricks in his bag.
JR: But will he pay for them later?
King: Tobey is playing this smart, he is going for the knee of Lowedown to take him out.

Tobey walks over and places the ball bat on Lowedown's left knee and pushes all of his weight on the knee.
Lowedown screams in pain again.

King: MY GOSH.HE JUST MIGHT PUSH HIS KNEE OUT OF SOCKET.
JR: No one ever said that Tobey was a compassionate man.

Tobey lifts the bat up and then starts pounding away over and over on the left knee.
Lowedown continues to cry out in pain.
Tobey flips the bat back to Misty and he is starts yelling at her for something else.
Misty winks and goes to grab something else out of the bag.
Tobey picks Lowedown up and whips him into the ropes
As Lowedown goes into the ropes Misty pulls out a ball bat wrapped in barbed wire and nails Lowedown in the back with it.
Lowedown falls down in pain, blood starts to trickle down his back.
Tobey asks for the ball bat wrapped in barb wire.
Tobey starts to hit Lowedown in the knee with the wrapped bat, pulling skin each time he lifts it up.
Lowedown screams as Tobey laughs.
Tobey takes the bat and rubs it on the forehead of Lowedown and starts rubbing it in real good.
Lowedown starts bleeding real bad.
Tobey takes the bat and hits Tobey in the left knee one more time.
Tobey flips the bat back to Misty Rivers.
Tobey picks up Lowedown and nails a german release suplex on him.
Tobey walks over and puts Lowedown in a boston crab.
Lowedown struggles to get to the ropes.
Tobey holds the boston crab on Lowedown as he creeps slowly to the ropes.
After 35 seconds Lowedown has almost reached the ropes.
As Lowedown goes to grab the ropes Misty hits him in the face with the barb wire wrapped ball bat.
Lowedown doesn't grab the ropes and Tobey pulls him back into the middle of the ring.
Lowedown tries to get back to the ropes.
After 45 more seconds Lowedown reaches the ropes and Tobey let's go.

LoweDown gets a full nelson on Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken gets ahold of the ropes after 5 seconds.
LoweDown executes a boot to face on Tobey Miliken.
The crowd is giving LoweDown a standing ovation.
LoweDown runs into the ropes.
LoweDown goes for a flying clothesline, but Tobey Miliken ducks out of the way.
Tobey Miliken goes for neckbreaker, but LoweDown blocks it.
LoweDown runs into the ropes.
LoweDown nails Tobey Miliken with a spear.
LoweDown gets the Crippler Crossface on Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tobey Miliken inches his way towards the ropes after 6 seconds.
LoweDown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd erupts.

(Lowedown picks up Tobey and spins him around for a moment before finally executing a fallaway slam. Lowedown picks up Tobey and executes a fallaway slame that sends Tobey
out of the ring. Lowedown slides back out of the ring and reaches under the ring and pulls out a pair of garbage can lids and waits for Tobey to get off the floor before driving repeated
hits to the side of Tobey's head as the crowd counts on with each one. Lowedown finally drops the lids down and picks up Tobey and throws him back into the ring and smiles in front of
the camera. Lowedown then slides back into the ring and throws Tobey face first into the turnbuckle and then nails him with a clothesline from behind. As Lowedown looks down at the
body of Tobey before he slides back out of the ring and picks up a steel chair and throws it back into the ring and follows right behind it...)

JR:Lowedown now has a steel chair and he is ready to use it on the body of Tobey!

King:Someone needs to stop this now!

JR:Lowedown holds the chair up high as he's waiting for the perfect opportunity to...GOOD LORD! Lowedown just nailed Tobey in the head with that steel chair right in the chest!

King:I think Lowedown just flattened one of Tobey's Lungs! YAHHH!

(Lowedown smiles as he drives another hard chair shot into the ribs of Tobey. Lowedown then places the steel chair on the chest of Tobey and then leaps up and comes crashing down
hard on the chest of Tobey. Lowedown looks to see blood trickle from the mouth of Tobey as Lowedown begins to smile even wider...)

King:Is it my imagination or is Lowedown related to the Chesire cat?

(Lowedown wastes no time as he drops down to one knee and picks up Tobey by the head and begins slamming his fist down into the side of Tobey's head. Lowedown watches the
forehead of Tobey bleeding as he continues to drive his fist down. Lowedown finally stops and shakes his fist and rises up and waves to his wife one more time...)

JR:It almost seems like Lowedown is bored or something here. What do you think King?

King:Lowedown is looking to teach Tobey a lesson here and I bet Lowedown thinks he's already taught Tobey enough!

(Lowedown then suddenly grabs Tobey by the ankles and drives his knee right into Tobey's groin...)

King:Um...maybe not?

JR: LoweDown whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
LoweDown misses with a shoulderblock.
LoweDown misses with a clothesline.
LoweDown hits Tobey Miliken with a spear.
LoweDown covers Tobey Miliken.
LoweDown pulls the tights.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
LoweDown whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits LoweDown with a shoulderblock.
Tobey Miliken places LoweDown on the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken takes LoweDown down with Tree of Woe baseball slide.
Tobey Miliken is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Tobey Miliken executes a rabbit punch on LoweDown.

(Lowedown hoists Tobey up onto the second turnbuckle and picks up a trash can and slams it across the head of Tobey and then slams it down on the top of Tobey's head so that he
can't see a thing. Lowedown then picks up a steel chair and drives across the side of the trash can. Lowedown watches Tobey as he wobbles on the top turnbuckle and then slams him
again and sends him falling to the concrete floor still wearing the trash can. Lowedown suddenly leaps over the top rope and comes crashing down onto the trash can with a leg drop that
crushes the trash can even more. Lowedown gets back to his feet as he looks underneath the ring once more and pulls out a pair of singapore canes Lowedown looks around as he shakes
his arms out and pretends to play drums on the trash can...)

JR:I don't believe this! Lowedown is using every dirty trick in the book as he pounds those canes down onto the trash can!

King:And he's not leaving out the lower body as well! He just slammed those canes on the knees of Tobey!

JR: Tobey Miliken hits a neck snap on LoweDown.
A fan at ringside badmouths Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken hits a rabbit punch on LoweDown.
Tobey Miliken whips LoweDown into the ropes, but LoweDown reverses it.
Tobey Miliken hits LoweDown with an elbow.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Tobey Miliken uses neckbreaker on LoweDown.
Tobey Miliken is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Tobey Miliken is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken takes LoweDown down with a flying cross bodypress.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken dusts off the abs.
Tobey Miliken is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Tobey Miliken takes LoweDown down with the Rolling Thunder.
A fan at ringside badmouths Tobey Miliken.
Tobey Miliken uses a flying cross bodypress on LoweDown.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken throws LoweDown out of the ring.
Tobey Miliken goes outside.
Tobey Miliken is handed a keyboard.
Tobey Miliken hits him with the keyboard.
Tobey Miliken is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
LoweDown is busted wide open.
Tobey Miliken hits him with a keyboard.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Tobey Miliken hits a swinging neckbreaker on LoweDown.

(Lowedown climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and sets Tobey up for a superplex. As Lowedown hoists him up, Lowedown somehow manages to hold Tobey high up in the air for
a few moments allowing the blood to flow back to his head before coming down to the mat hard. Both men are down on the mat until Lowedown suddenly pops back up on his
feet...)

JR:Lowedown is getting his second wind! He's pumped up!

(Lowedown slides out of the ring and looks under the ring and pulls out a large mirror. Lowedown slides back into the ring and looks in the mirror himself for a moment before he suddenly
drives the mirror right down into the back of Tobey. The glass shatters all over the ring as Tobey screams in pain. Lowedown is handed a broom by Flame as he quickly sweeps some of the
glass away just he doesn't cut himself...)

JR:I can't believe what Lowedown has done to Tobey here!

King:I don't think he is finished yet! He's reaching into his pocket here and...YAHHHH! He's got a stapler!

(Lowedown takes the stapler and rams it against the side of Tobey's head. Lowedown holds the stapler up high before he drives it down onto the forehead and starts ramming staples into
the head of Tobey over and over. The crowd is counting behind each shot as Lowedown staples several shots into the forehead of Tobey. Lowedown finally drops the stapler and bounces
off the ropes and nails and drives an elbowsmash down onto the chest of Tobey. Lowedown tosses the stapler over to Flame who places it behind her...)

Lowedown is struggling to walk.
Tobey get's up and grabs Lowedown from behind and whips him into the turnbuckle.
Lowedown hit's the turnbuckle at a great speed and flips over the turnbuckle and onto the concrete outside the ring.
Tobey get's out and grabs Lowedown's leg places it on the steel steps.
Tobey grabs his ball bat and with a big swing nails Lowedown's knee on the steel steps.
Lowedown screams in pain.
Tobey then grabs Lowedown and rolls him into the ring.
Lowedown tries to get up but can't.
Tobey grabs a big black bag and jumps into the ring.
Tobey spills the content of the bag all over the ring.
It is broken glass.
Tobey asks for a box in the wheel barrel.
Misty hands it to him.
It is a box of salt.
Tobey pours the salt all over the ring.

JR: What is Tobey doing?
King: I don't know for sure JR, but I know I don't like the looks of it.

Tobey climbs the turnbuckle and stands there waiting.
Lowedown slowly gets up but he is wobbling.
Tobey leaps and bulldogs Lowedown on the broken glass and salt head first.
Tobey also falls on the broken glass and salt.
Both men are bleeding and in pain.

King: YEAH..THAT HAS TO HURT.
JR: Talk about rubbing salt into the wounds.

Tobey gets up and walks over and slaps the directors choice on Lowedown.
Lowedown tries to crawl to the ropes but he is crawling through broken glass and salt making it painful and slow.
Lowedown is screaming in pain and bleeding badly.

Lowedown makes it to the ropes!

(Lowedown executes a german suplex on Tobey whose head lands on the steel chair. Lowedown slowly rises up and smiles and calls for the "Going Down" finisher...)

JR:Lowedown just delivered a german suplex on Tobey who landed on the steel chair! Lowedown slowly gets back to his feet as he looks to the crowd and he's looking to make it to the top!

King:I think Tobey is unconscious already! Lowedown should put him away already!

(Lowedown makes his way to the top turnbuckle and paints the picture before coming down right on the sternum of Tobey with the Going Down flying elbowdrop. Lowedown rolls over his stomach
and crawls behind Tobey and locks on the Downtime submission maneuver. Lowedown places the arm of Tobey behind his leg and adds additional pressure on the neck and head of Tobey...)

JR:Lowedown is looking to end this now!

King:I think Tobey passed out five minutes ago!

JR: Maybe!

King: JR…look!

(Coming down the ramp with a steel chair is White Lightning. Behind him is Big Kev Nash.)

JR: Dear God! These two men decimated Lowedown last week!

White Lightning slides into the ring and swings the chair at Lowedown's head

*SMASH*

White Lightning puts the chair on the canvas and lifts Lowedown up
White Lightning drives Lowedown's head into the chair connecting with the Flash

JR: OH NO! The Flash on the Chair!

White Lightning lays the chair near the turnbuckle
Big Kev lifts Lowedown into the air and puts him on the top turnbuckle
White Lightning climbs up with him
White Lightning grabs his head and jumps off

*CRASH*

White Lightning connects with the Flash off the top turnbuckle
Lowedown is bloodied badly in the head and face and appears to be unconscious
White Lightning motions something to Big Kev
Big Kev immediately grabs Lowedown
Big Kev lifts Lowedown into the air

*THUD*

Big Kev drives Lowedown into the canvas with a jackknife powerbomb

JR: This is an assault!

White Lightning motions something to Tobey Miliken
Tobey Miliken covers Lowedown as White Lightning and Big Kev exit the ring area.

JR: Thank god they are out of here!

One, two...kickout!

JR: Tobey hits a swinging Neck breaker on Lowedown
Tobey slams Lowedowns face into the mat with a double arm DDT
Tobey knocks Lowedown out of the ring with a drop kick.
 
King: Tobey’s really heating up JR! He might actually win this.
 
JR: Yes, I suppose he might. He seem’s to be battling back.
 
(Tobey struts around the ring as the crowd Boo’s loudly, He grins widely and climbs up onto a turnbuckle, posing. Suddenly two Pyros go off on the Stage and “Kashmir” By Led Zeplin blares from the Speakers. Tobey whirls around to look up at the stage as Witherspoon walks out from back.)
 
*Minor Crowd pop*
 
(Witherspoon shrugs out of his trenchcoat and rips his Witherspoon shirt in too. Tobey stares down at him, a worried expression on his face. He mouths “Oh *bleep!*”. Witherspoon smirks and then takes off running down to the ring.)
 
JR: Witherspoon is running right for Tobey!
 
King: YEAH! Run Tobey!
 
(Witherspoon slides into the ring and grabs Tobey’s leg as he tries to escape the ring. Witherspoon throws him into the ropes by his leg and catches him with a clothesline that spins his body around in the air. Witherspoon slides out of the ring and grabs up a chair. He Slides back in and nails Tobey in the face with it as he struggles to get back to his feet. Witherspoon slams the chair against Tobey’s back several times before he tosses it away. Misty climbs up onto the ring apron and points at her, shouting something. She quickly jumps down.)
 
JR: Witherspoon is really letting loose on Tobey Miliken tonight!
 
King: I can’t watch!
 
(Witherspoon drags Tobey over to the ropes and ties him up in them. He slips a pair of brass knuckles on and slams his fist into Tobey’s face orepeatedly, causing blood to pur forth from several cuts on his forehead. Witherspoon pulls a flask of Whiskey from his pocket, takes a swig of it and then sprays the contents into Tobey’s face. Tobey screams as the Whiskey burns his eyes and wounds. Witherspoon slides from the ring and slides a table into the ring, followed by a section of the ring steps. He slides back in and sets up the table over the steps.)
 
JR: Someone call the paramedics out here!
 
(The ref yells at Witherspoon as he drags Tobey over to the turn buckle and lifts him on to it. He lifts Tobey into the crucifix position and turns to the table.)
 
JR: Witherspoon is out to kill Tobey!! He’s finally snapped!
 
King: YEAH!
 
(Witherspoon jumps from the turnbuckled, driving Tobey’s head through the table and into the ring steps.)
 
*GONG!*
 
Crowd: HOLY *BLEEP!*!! HOLY *BLEEP!*!!
 
(Witherspoon pushes the items away. Slowly staggers into the ring as Tobey lays unmoving on the mat, a pool of blood forming around his head. Paramedics rush down the ramp. Witherspoon smirks and then nails Lowedown with a massive clothesline. He lifts Lowedown up in a crucifix and slams his head into the steel steps as well. Lowedown begins to bleed from a cut in his head as Witherspoon grabs him and dragging him over on top of Tobey. The ref drops down and counts as Witherspoon raises a finger for each number.)
 
1…2…3
 
*DING DING*
 
Lilly: The winner is… Lowedown!
 
(Witherspoon grabs a microphone from a stage hand and lifts it up.)
 
Witherspoon: Tobey, I’m sick of your boasting. I’m sick of your mouth. I’m sick of you saying that the TV title belongs to you when you have never won it in a match. No one really cares Tobey. Now, I hope your stay in the hospital will allow you to think about your actions and wisely change your mind.
 
(Paramedics load Tobey onto a stretcher and Witherspoon turns to Lowedown, crouching next to him.)
 
Witherspoon: Lowedown. You sat and talked all about how I would never prove that I belonged in the bWo. You downright disrespected me. However, I’m standing without a scratch on me, and you’re the one laying on the mat bleeding. Maybe now your memory has been jogged when you faced me in the ring before. About how I don’t play.  I didn’t want to be in your little bWo tournament, but I figure it might be fun, so what the hell. Never disrespect me again Lowedown. Ever.
 
(Witherspoon drops the microphone on the mat as “Kashmir” begins to play over the speakers. The crowd boos loudly as he slides from the ring and stops by Tobey’s stretcher. Witherspoon pulls a white rag from his back pocket and drapes it over Tobey, covering his face. He then walks up the ramp, grabs up his coat and walks into the back.)

(Tobey and Misty are walking back up the ramp after the Hardcore match with Lowedown. Tobey is holding his head where blood is pouring forth and moving with a slight limp.)
 
King: Shame on Lowedown! Tobey has one of the most depraved matches in BMWF history next week for the TV title, and Lowedown really hurt him! And you seem to be enjoying that, J.R.!

J.R.: Well can you blame me??
 
(As J.R. and the King argue, the roar of a Bengal tiger is heard over the PA. The crowd erupts in bloodthirsty delirium. Howitzer dashes from behind the curtain and comes running down the ramp at full speed. He has a heavy length of black iron chain in his right hand.)
 
J.R.: OH MY GOD!! IT’S HOWITZER!!
 
(“Flying High Again” bursts from the speakers as Howitzer closes the gap on Tobey. Tobey, eyes wide with fear, tries to sidestep Howitzer, but the tiger is too quick. He nails Tobey with a running elbow smash, and Tobey hits the metal entrance ramp in a heap. Misty runs for the back.)
 
King: Somebody get out here! Howitzer’s going to kill Tobey a week early!
 
(Howitzer takes the length of black iron chain and swings it around his head a few times, a homicidal look in his eyes. Then, he brings it down on Tobey’s chest and shoulders, lashing his hated rival over and over with the rough metal. Tobey howls in agony.)
 
J.R.: Howitzer is beating Tobey Miliken within an inch of his life with that heavy chain! It’s only been a week since Tobey was powerslammed off the top of a big rig! How much more can he take??
 
(Howitzer wraps the chain several times around his fist, and starts pounding Tobey’s face with it. Tobey’s face is soon a mask of red. Howitzer drags him by the hair off the ramp, then hooks him around the neck and delivers a Cobra Clutch Bomb.)
 
King: Oh no, a Cobra Clutch Bomb onto the metal ramp! Tobey’s getting killed!
 
(Referees and security personnel rush out from the back and try to stop Howitzer. Before they can reach him, Howitzer starts swinging the chain above his head again, and the end comes dangerously close to the approaching men. They stay back. Howitzer starts to lash Tobey with the iron chain again.)
 
J.R.: Nobody can stop him! He’s got that weapon, and he knows what he’s doing with it!
 
(The camera picks up Howitzer’s voice as he yells at Tobey while beating him with the chain.)
 
HOWITZER: Think about THIS all week, you [BLEEP]!
 
(Howitzer wraps the chain around Tobey’s neck and starts dragging him towards the ring. Tobey chokes and gags on the iron and tries desperately to loosen the grip around his windpipe. When Howitzer gets to the ring, he throws both ends of the chain around the ringpost and wraps them around it, pulling the chain tighter around Tobey’s neck and keeping “The Hollywood Idol” tied to the steel post.)
 
J.R.: Tobey is practically hanging by that chain from the ringpost!
 
(The refs and others come running down the ramp, but Howitzer picks up the ring steps and holds them over his head. He advances on the refs menacingly and motions as though he is going to throw the steps on them. They retreat, and Howitzer spins around and slams the steps down on Tobey’s head. Tobey, whose face is turning blue, goes limp. Howitzer smiles and walks back up the ramp. The refs swarm past him to attend to Tobey. Howitzer gets to the top of the ramp just as they get Tobey free of the chains. The tiger roar sounds over the PA again as Howitzer points at Tobey, then walks behind the curtain.)

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(The scene opens showing Tamer walking backstage. Tamer stops a crew member.)

Tamer: Have you seen Tyrone?

Crew Man: He hasn’t arrived yet.

Tamer: You gotta be kidding me.

(Tamer pulls out his cell phone and dials. Tamer puts the phone to his ear.)

Tamer: Hi...Who do you think it is?....Elvis...Very funny. Where in the hell are you?...Almost here....Your match is almost next......You don’t care!...What the *bleep*... What about what Z did?....I went out there for you and Master Z hit me from behind like a little punk... What do you mean, so what? Its like you don’t care anymore...What happened to stopping the bull*bleep*, what happened to taking a stand?...You’re not like everyone else...Don’t say that.... Just get here...I’m not trying to be your "dad" Fine...*bleep* you.

(Tamer hangs up the phone and looks at it.)

Tamer: What happened to you man?

FADE

>>>

(Scotty is sitting in a chair looking at a mirror. He looks coldly into it. Ash walks into the room.)

Scotty: Ya talk ta him?

Ash: Yeah, gave him the rundown. He'll be outside after the show to start the program. If he's not, then our helping him will be a very short program.

Scotty: Good.... He'll do what we say. I know he will... And when he does come inta bein' what we want from

him... We'll have the beginin' of the Syndicate.

Ash: It'll be a good start if we can turn him around. I guess if it'll take hand building the squad we want around us, then so be it.

Scotty: But ya know what I can't wait for?

Ash: what's that?

Scotty: Tanight we face Master Z and Tyrone Smith.... They are a time bomb waitin' ta explode and ya know that

they will neva make it through a whole match as a team.

Ash: <Laughing> I guess that might be true. Better to face two guys that hate each other, than to face a solid unit.

Scotty: I got issues wit both Z and Tyrone. Z ran 'round here thinkin' that he was leadin' the Brotherhood that

last run they had when it was really me... Tyrone.... I made him what he is taday... Do ya think he eva thanked

me?

Ash: I'd doubt it.

Scotty: Exactly, he neva thanked me... The lil'ingrate.... If it weren't for me, he would still be runnin'

'round here wit that stupid mask and thinkin' that he was anotha Pain.

Ash: <laughs>

Scotty: But tanight, we show them that they are just a couple of guys that do not deserve ta be in the ring wit

us.

Ash: Hey it's about go time, let's cut the act and get down to business.

Scotty: Let's do this.

Ash: Can't say I've acutally seen you focusesd without being unreasonable angry in a while. Hope this isn't the start of a new trend.

(Camera fades as Scotty shakes his head at Ash's comment.)

>>>

JR: I'm getting word that something is going on backstage

(The camera cuts to the parking lot. A red and black Diablo GTR is sitting
in at the curb near the loading dock)

JR: That's Tyrone's car!! Tyrone is here!!!! AND HIS MATCH IS COMING UP
NEXT!!!

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

At a total combined weight of 698 pounds...
From Cleveland, Ohio... weighing in at 288 pounds...
"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

(“Victory” blasts over the PA. The crowd instantly gets to their feet hissing and booing the US and World Champ Master Z!)

JR: Here comes our US and World champion, Master Z!

KING: These ungrateful people! How can they boo such a great champion? You know what I think?

JR: No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me

KING: I think that nobody will ever be able to beat Master Z for that title! It’ll be around his federation for as long as the federation exists!

JR: I’m sure it will not, King!

(Master Z slowly struts out to reveal himself, and stops at the top of the entrance ramp. Z flexes and shines up the gold wrapped around his waist. He slides the sunglasses off his face and shoots an ice-cold stare towards the ring.)

JR: Master Z walks down to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope.

Master Z: It’s amazing how agile he is even wearing those two title belts! Those things must weigh 40 lbs!

(Master Z is tossed a microphone from the outside. He keeps his back to the turnbuckle and keeps his distance from all 3 men in the ring.)

Master Z: It seems as if Tyrone Smith has pulled himself out of the gutter I left him in at the pay per view! Tyrone, I beat you like you’ve never been beat before! I embarrassed you in front of all those people! But more importantly, I LET you walk from that ring under your own power! That’s right; I could have put you in the hospital indefinitely! With nothing around us but that cold hard steel cage, and you having no hope of being saved by anyone, I could have grated you into parmesan cheese!

(Master Z smiles and starts to pace back and forth while talking.)

Master Z: I let you live, Tyrone! You know it, I know it, and everyone here knows it! How do I get repaid for my generosity? First, how dare you bring your ugly face down to this ring today! You should be on your knees right now kissing my feet not standing shoulder to shoulder with me! Secondly, all of this after having your good friend Tamer come down to my match last week and beg me for a rematch with you!

KING: HA HA! He did do that and god his lights knocked out for it!

Master Z: What kind of a man are you? I destroy your hopes and dreams, I embarrass you, and most importantly I make it obvious that you are not a champion. That isn’t enough to keep you away from me? You gotta get your little sissy friend to come out and beg me for a rematch? You can’t do it yourself?

(Master Z’s expression gets dead serious as he stares into the eyes of Tyrone Smith.)

Master Z: I own you Tyrone! I am Master Z! How dare you even look in my eyes! How dare you even speak to me through someone else!

(Master Z slaps Tyrone Smith across the face! Tyrone Smith tries to retaliate but Master Z has backed off and the referee jumped in his way.)

Master Z: That’s right Tyrone! You watch your back tonight! I may be your partner, but I am not your friend!

(Master Z throws the mic at Tyrone Smith barely missing the side of his head. This infuriates Tyrone even more. The referee is having trouble restraining the big man from going after Master Z.)

JR: Oh great! I can see where this is going! Master Z and Tyrone will never be able to work together for this match!

(Master Z removes his title belts and steps out of the ring.)

LILLY: His partner...
From Kingston, Jamaica... weighing in at 410 pounds...
Tyrone Smith

(no music, and no entrance)

JR: Where is Tyrone?!

King: I told you, he's ashamed to come out here.

LILLY: Tyrone Smith

(still nothing)

JR: Tyrone has left Master Z high and dry for this match!

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 510 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
From San Quentin Correctional Facility... weighing in at 240 pounds...
Ash
His partner...
From Sturgis, SD... weighing in at 270 pounds...
Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out. He stares into the ring through the

tattered black towel draped over his head.His half of the BMWF World Tag Team titles strapped around his waist.

He stares at Master Z and Tyrone. Suddenly, "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blasts and Ash walks out with his half

of the BMWF World Tag Team titles draped over his shoulder. Together they walk down to the ring and step

through the ropes. They walk past Z and Smith as they walk to the center of the ring. Scotty folds his arms and

stands there as Ash holds his half of the belts up.)

Ash: It's quite a collection of talent you have in this ring tonight. Four former World title holders, a collection of horrific and dangerous stunts and matches. But surprisingly it's not every man for himself tonight. No, it's Scotty and I as an organized and tight unit against a team that doesn't know each other, doesn't want each other around, and most importantly doesn't trust each other. Get what you have off your chest Scotty.

(Ash tosses the mic to Scotty.)

Scotty: Ya know... We been down this road so many times... Z... Our history is stuff that makes legends... How

many times have we faced each otha for a title? More times than Tyrone has had pieces of <bleep>.

(Ash begins to laugh.)

Scotty: And Tyrone... I made ya... If it were not for me... Ya would still be a nobody that no one would eva

take serious... Ya owe me... Ya owe me big time... Ya neva should me the respect that ya should have... Ya neva

have. That is what gets muh blood boilin'. But afta tanight, yer gonna respect me... Yer gonna respect us...

Yer gonna be our <bleep>. But ya know... It is gonna be almost funny... Funny seein' if the two of ya's can

trust each otha long enough ta be a team... Let me see.... If muh memory is correct... Z beat Tyrone for the

title... Tyrone has been mad eva since. But afta tanight.. Yer both gonna be just like the rest... Just anotha

couple of victims.... So all I have ta say now is Beat us... If ya's can... Survive... If we let ya's....

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Scotty Scott nails Master Z with a dropkick.
Master Z begs off.
Scotty Scott catches Master Z in the STF.
Master Z is struggling to reach the ropes.
Master Z makes it to the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Scotty Scott goes for a missle dropkick, but Master Z blocks it.

JR: Master Z uppercuts Scotty Scott!

Master Z puts a bear hug on Scotty Scott

(Master Z squeezes tight lifting Scotty completely off the ground. Scotty looks helpless against Z’s strength.)

JR: Ya know Master Z has been taking it easier on Scotty Scott than he has on his one teammate Tyrone Smith tonight!

KING: I guess Z and Scotty are still on good terms!

JR: Scotty Scott and Ash whip Master Z into the ropes.
They hit Master Z with a double elbowsmash.
Ash leaves the ring.
Scotty Scott uses a belly-to-belly suplex on Master Z.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Scotty Scott.
Scotty Scott nails Master Z with a Death Valley Driver.
The cheers for Scotty Scott are drowning out the boos.
Scotty Scott hits a low blow on Master Z.
Master Z begs off.

Scotty tags out.

JR: Ash has Master Z collar and elbow tie up.

King: Classic wrestling.

JR: Irish whip into the ropes as Master Z is slung into the ropes... Scotty just grabbed Z by the hair from

outside the ring!!!

King: I love this!!!!

JR: Scotty comes and ash leaves without a tag.

King: The referee didn't see it.

JR: Scotty just hit Master Z below the belt and this referee has been distracted the entire

time!!!

King: Scotty is going for the cover!!!!

Referee: 1
2
KICK OUT!!!!

King: I can't believe it!!!

JR: Neither can Scotty!!! Scotty makes a quick tag to Ash.

JR: Master Z grabs Ash by the face and pushes him down on his back!

Master Z drops a knee into the groin of Ash

Master Z slides to the mat and put a headlock on Ash!

(Master Z squeezes around the chin for a while, but soon slides his arm down across Ash’s throat.)

JR: Get in there ref! Master Z is choking Ash out!

(Master Z breaks the hold before the four count, but that doesn’t stop him from getting an eye gouge in on his way to his feet.)

JR: Master Z is arrogant! Look at him strutting around the ring while Ash lies on his back and is attended to by the referee!

KING: He shouldn’t have gotten himself into a match with Master Z!

JR: Ash tags.

Scotty Scott hits Master Z with a chop.
Scotty Scott hits Master Z with a belly-to-back suplex.
Scotty Scott whips Master Z into the ropes, but Master Z reverses it.
Master Z misses with an elbow.
Master Z hits Scotty Scott with an elbow.
Master Z flexes for the crowd.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Master Z hits Scotty Scott with a hair pull.
Master Z executes finger stomp on Scotty Scott.
Master Z tags out to Tyrone Smith.
Master Z executes a dropkick on Scotty Scott.

JR: Scotty has Master Z backed up in the corner.

King: just where he wants him.

JR: Z is fighting back with punches.

King: This is not what Scotty wanted.

JR: SCOTTY IS BITING MASTER Z'S NOSE!!!!

King: Hahaha!!!

JR: Blood is pouring out of the gash on Master Z's nose.

King: Z looks like he is getting mad!!!!

JR: Z misses with a mild swing!!!

King: Scotty is biting the forehead of Master Z now!!!!

JR: Scotty is trying to make Z's face a crimson mask!!!!

King: Looks like he is doing a good job at it.

JR: Z is having trouble seeing with that blood flowing into his eyes.

King: Look at Scotty smiling!!!!

JR: That d@mned sadistic smile on Scotty's face... He just hit Z in that fresh wound!!!!

Scotty tags in Ash.

JR: Master Z gorilla presses Ash high in the air!

(Master Z walks around the ring slowly pumping Ash up and down above his head.)

JR: Master Z lets Ash fly!

Ash slams face first into the turnbuckle!

Master Z flexes for the booing audience

JR: Somebody's coming through the crowd!

King: Well, look who finally shows up!

JR: IT'S TYRONE!

Tyrone's on the ring apron. He tags himself in without Master Z realizing
it.

*SLAM*

JR: Ganja Drop on Ash

*SLAM*

JR: Ganja Drop on Scotty Scott

Tyrone is pointing at Master Z. But he isn't attacking.

King: Tyrone is scared of Master Z! HA!

JR: Tyrone walks out of the ring! He's still the legal man! Tyrone's getting
counted out on purpose!

KING: What a big sissy!

JR: What is Master Z doing? He’s grabbing the US title and running after Smith!

(Master Z, with a scowl on his face charges at Tyrone Smith.)

*CRACK*

JR: Master Z just decked Tyrone Smith in the face with that US belt!

Master Z is up to his feet first!

(Master Z kicks Tyrone Smith in the groin, grabs him by the hair, and slams him face first into the ringpost!)

JR: Master Z picks up that US title again and is beating Tyrone Smith in the face with it!

(Tyrone Smith drops to his knees, and then eventually falls flat on his back. Master Z continues the shots to the face until blood is splattered all over the belt.)

KING: Blech! What a mess! Luckily Master Z has the World Title safely away from all the blood! HA HA!

(Master Z holds the bloody belt high in the air. And starts to walk away.)

JR: NO! Master Z turned around and is beating Tyrone again! When will he stop!

(Security hits the ring! Master Z grabs a chair and begins to slam it into the teeth of Tyrone! A few moments later security restrains Z, but not before the damage is done.)

JR: Look at Master Z smiling! That’s sick!

(Master Z yells towards Tyrone as security pushes him in the opposite direction.)

Master Z: That’ll teach you to get Tamer to do your begging!

JR: We're outta...

*KER-RASH!*

(Suddenly, the sound of crashing glass is heard. The Stone Cold theme song blares and the crowd erupts as Stone Cold Bruiser steps through the curtain and stomps to the stage.)

JR: It's BMWF Owner The Bruiser!

KING: And he has a mic! YAHHH!

(Bruiser two-ends-of-the-stage salute to the fans.)

BRUISER: AH AH!

(the music stops.)

BRUISER: THIS JUST AIN'T GONNA CUT IT!

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: Ya, see, we got a problem here!

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: No, it ain't the fact that Z just clobbered that jackass Tyrone!

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: It ain't the fact that Tyrone is gonna get docked a month's pay for making cameo appearances!

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: It's the fact that that sorry bleep Master Z has two titles and two jackasses wanting shots at them!

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: So...

CROWD: WHAT?

(Bruiser pulls out the Wheel of Destruction from behind the curtains.)

KING: YAHH! THE WHEEL OF DESTRUCTION!

BRUISER: I'm gonna spin this wheel and see what kind of match you...Master Z...will have next week at the Wheel of Destruction PPV!

CROWD: WHAT?

(He spins the Wheel...)

JR: What's it going to land on?

(It finally stops...)

BRUISER: It's gonna be Master Z...

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: ...defending BOTH his titles...

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: against William Black...

CROWD: BOOOO!

BRUISER: ...and Tyrone Smith...

CROWD: YAAAY!

BRUISER:... in a 2 falls match...

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: ...1st fall for the US title....

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: ...2nd fall for the World...

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: ...and it'll be NO HOLD BARRED...

CROWD: WHAT?

KING: YAHHH!

BRUISER: ...and that's the bottomline...

CROWD: WHAT?

BRUISER: ... 'cause Stone Cold said so!!

CROWD: YAAAY!

(Bruiser's music plays again as Z clobbers Tyrone again.)

JR: I can't believe it! Master Z vs. Tyrone Smith vs. William Black in a 2 falls match for the World and US titles next week at Wheel of Destruction!

KING: YAHHHHH!

(Master Z badmouths a prone Tyrone as we fade...to...black...)
 

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