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

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen! We witnessed last week a scaffold match that put White LIghtning through table after table after table and almost ended his career!

King:I bet Lowedown is wishing he made it a fifty foot scaffold so he could have put Lightning through even more tables!

JR:Well, this is perhaps the last night Lowedown will hold the BMWF Hardcore title. On one hand, he is defending it against his old friend Scotty Scott!

King:And on the other hand, he is going to give the Hardcore title to the winner of the Battle royal! How twisted is that?

JR:I think it is a very unusual stipulation Lowedown has made for the Hardcore title, but Lowedown apparently is set in his ways here tonight.

King:But if he does lose the belt to Scotty, then he is going to give the winner a quarter of a million dollars! What a lucky person that winner will be!

JR:Folks, the winner will not only receive either the BMWF Hardcore title or $250,000 dollars, but they will be the first member in the LwO!

King:I still think he needs to change the name! He got sued by Master Z over the BWO logo and I'm sure the Latino World Order will be coming for him next!

JR:Folks, let's go to the ring where Michael Bole is standing by to interview the current BMWF Hardcore champion! Anytime you are ready Michael.

(The camera goes up to the BMWF ring where Michael Bole is standing by in the center of the ring...)

Bole:Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring...the man who is handing over the BMWF Hardcore title to the winner of the LwO battle royal...LOWEDOWN!

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown, Flame, and Dozer make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown looks
around the arena as he waves to the cowd and then makes his way to the ring. Lowedown slides underneath the bottom rope and then pops up on his feet as he then holds the
ropes open for Flame. Dozer walks around the other side and climbs into the ropes and makes his way to the corner and watches on. Lowedown raises the Hardcore title up in the
air and then places it over the shoulder of his wife Flame who holds it proudly and stands next to Michael Bole and leans on his shoulder and plays with his hair...)

Bole:The rumors had spread throughout the entire federation and for that matter, around the world about some of the reasons why you would decide to hand the BMWF Hardcore
title to one of the competitors wrestling in the battle royal. We would like to get your thoughts here tonight about this unusual decision.

(Lowedown is about to speak when the crowd begins to chant his name. Lowedown pauses before finally speaking...)

Lowedown:The reason that I decided to put the Hardcore title up is simple. I want to see who has "it" and who doesn't. That's all there is to it Bole. We have alot of talkers and we
have alot of walkers here. And that isn't one of those clever analogies. They walk and talk like everything belongs to them until someone like me steps in their face and then all they
do is shut up and cry like whiny lil' BLEEPS! Well tonight, that stops here! I asked and this is the best we apparently have here tonight who want to become the Hardcore champion!

Bole:What is Scotty Scott is able to defeat you tonight in the Hardcore match though? Are you willing to hand the winner of the battle royal a quarter of a million dollars?

Lowedown:What's money if you can't share it with someone? Look, I am telling each and everyone who is participating here tonight that hanging with yours truly is not just about the
money. It's about prestige and power that spans across the world. Look at my track record and see how famous I am around this business! You can also be one of those people! You can
be worshipped almost like gods in and out of the country! This is what I am offering! This is what I am able to give! I can make us d@mn near unstoppable! All they have to do is show
me what they got! Scotty, you on the other hand are a whole different story.

Bole:What do you mean?

Lowedown:Scotty is spending his time wasting all his precious energy on trying to ruin the Judge's career. Not to mention my half brother Ash. But I tell you one thing here tonight
Scotty. You won't be taking this title from me. You won't be taking anything from me. Except maybe a painful @$$whoopin' old friend.

Bole:What about the mystery person you have mentioned a time or two. Who is it this mystery opponent?

Lowedown:The mystery opponent is someone who you will not expect until it is too late. And no...it's not me. I am talking about one of the greatest light heavyweights in the business!
I am talking about someone with skills and talent! That is all I have to say about that.

Bole:You can't tell us anymore?

Lowedown:I can't say anymore about him. It's too much of a surprise.

Bole:Is there anything else you can tell us about tonight?

Lowedown:I am telling each and everyone one of you sonofableeps that you might be good, but you aren't great right now! You must come to terms with the pecking order here boys
and girls! That is the Lowedown on that!

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

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

Moody: Tonight Dizi, you and I have are being forced to team up. Now earlier on, I promised your twin that I would agree to work with you, unless you somewhat provoked me. Well Dizi, I'm just begging you to provoke me, just give me another reason to knock that stupid smile off your face!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Now I get to step into the ring for the first time with the newcomer, Brodie. Brodie, don't think I haven't noticed what you have been saying about me. The fact of the matter is, I don't have time for worthless punks like you who run their mouths without even thinking about what they're saying. You're calling me an old hag? Let's see who's the old hag tonight when I take you to school!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Tonight the team of Judge Moody and Dizi will defeat Jacklyn J and Brodie, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The crowd boos again.)

Moody: Because if that doesn't happen, Dizi, you will pay dearly.

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

LILLY: Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
At a total combined weight of 305 pounds...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" begins to play and the crowd cheers. Dizi and Donnie appear at the top of the ramp. Pyro begins to go off behind them, startling Dizi, who laughs then begins to clap. Donnie grins at his sister's reaction, then takes her by the hand and leads her to the ring. Donnie climbs the steps and moves through the ropes. Dizi rolls into the ring and bounces to her feet.)

(Dizi removes the Women's title from her waist, then raises it in the air. She shows it to the crowd in each direction, then moves to stand in front of Judge Moody. She smiles brightly at Judge Moody and shows the title to her. The referee steps forward and takes the title from Dizi. Donnie grabs Dizi's arm and pulls her away from Judge Moody, obviously admonishing her to behave herself. The two women eye each other warily as they wait for the match to start.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 288 pounds...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

Her partner...
From Olympia, Washington... weighing in at 145 pounds...
Brodie Manson

*DING DING*

(Dizi looks across the ring at Brodie. She smiles and waves at the other woman. Judge Moody yells something at Dizi who turns towards her and casually flips her off.)

JR: Well, it doesn't seem as though Dizi is that interested in her partner's advice.

King: I'm surprised they haven't killed each other yet.

(Dizi turns her attention back to Brodie and the two women start to move to the center of the ring. They lock up, but in a moment, Dizi has Brodie in a wristlock submission.)

JR: Dizi seems to really like those submission holds.

King: Well, JR, not that you'd know this, but they really take a toll on a wrestler.

(Brodie manages to get close enough to the ropes to get a foot on them. The referee calls for the break. Dizi keeps the hold applied until the referee reaches 4 in his count, then breaks the hold and steps away from Brodie.)

King: See how Dizi keeps the hold on until the last possible second. Every little bit of damage done now, Brodie will feel through the rest of the match.

JR: It looks like Judge Moody wants to be tagged in.

(Dizi glances at Judge Moody, then turns her back on her, grabs Brodie's arm and whips her into the ropes. Dizi bounces off the opposite ropes and catches Brodie with a cross-body block.)

JR: And Dizi is going for the cover! One... Two... Kick out by Brodie Manson!

King: Judge Moody is yelling at Dizi to make the tag!

(Dizi climbs to her feet and moves towards the corner. Judge Moody reaches her hand out for the tag. Dizi makes as if she's going to tag Judge Moody's hand, but at the last second steps in closer and slaps her in the face. The referee signals that a tag was made as Judge Moody, furious, moves into the ring and gets in Dizi's face, yelling. Dizi makes a 'here you go' gesture towards Brodie and moves out of the ring.)

JR: Well, that's a unique way of tagging in your partner.

King: It looks like Judge Moody is going to take out her frustrations on poor Brodie.

JR: Judge Moody goes for a snap mare, but Brodie Manson blocks it.
Jacklyne J. enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Dizi enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Brodie Manson and Jacklyne J. whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double fist to the midsection.
Dizi gets back up and lays out Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody and Dizi hit Brodie Manson with a double dropkick.
Dizi leaves the ring.
Judge Moody takes Brodie Manson down with an arm bar.
Dizi enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Judge Moody and Dizi whip Brodie Manson into the ropes.
They hit Brodie Manson with a double fist to the midsection.
Dizi leaves the ring.
Judge Moody goes for a vertical suplex, but Brodie Manson blocks it.
Brodie Manson kicks Judge Moody.
Brodie Manson is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Brodie Manson punches Judge Moody.
The crowd is cheering on Brodie Manson.
Brodie Manson tags out to Jacklyne J..
Brodie Manson goes for a DDT, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Brodie Manson rolls out of the ring.
Judge Moody goes for a DDT, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a kick.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a snap suplex.
Jacklyne J. whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Judge Moody misses with a shoulderblock.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a backdrop.
Judge Moody falls out of the ring.
Jacklyne J. rolls out under the bottom rope.
Jacklyne J. nails Judge Moody with a snap suplex.
Jacklyne J. throws Judge Moody into the ringsteps.
Jacklyne J. takes Judge Moody down with a twisting moonsault.
Jacklyne J. goes for a snap suplex, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Dizi comes over to make it two-on-one.
Brodie Manson comes over and lays out Dizi.
Brodie Manson hits Judge Moody with a bulldog.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a missile dropkick.
Jacklyne J. throws Judge Moody into the ringpost.
Jacklyne J. shoves Judge Moody into the guardrail.
Jacklyne J. goes for a snap suplex, but Judge Moody counters it with
a small package.
Judge Moody uses a snap mare on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody throws Jacklyne J. into the ringpost.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Judge Moody reenters the ring.
Jacklyne J. climbs back into the ring.
Judge Moody hits a dropkick on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody takes Jacklyne J. down with a headbutt.
Judge Moody takes Jacklyne J. down with a dropkick.
Judge Moody is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Judge Moody tags out to Dizi.

(Dizi stares at Judge Moody and it is apparent who Dizi really wants to fight with. Suddenly, Dizi charges across the ring and takes Jacklyn J to the mat with a baseball slide. Dizi quickly scrambles back to the other woman and locks her in an armlock leglock submission.)

King: I can't believe Judge Moody and Dizi aren't fighting yet, JR. These two women hate each other.

JR: I have to say, King, they are showing a surprising amount of restraint towards each other.

King: Except for those tags!

JR: Those are a little vicious.

(Jacklyn J manages to get close enough to grab the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break and Dizi releases the hold and bounces to her feet. She stares at Judge Moody as Jacklyn J climbs to her feet.)

JR: That's one of the few times we've seen Dizi release a submission hold that quickly.

(Jacklyn J finally makes it to her feet and Dizi bounces off the ropes to gain momentum, taking Jacklyn J back to the mat with bulldog.)

JR: Bulldog by Dizi! Jacklyn J looks to be in trouble here.

King: They've got her cut off from her partner. She really needs to make a tag to Brodie at this point.

(Dizi waits as Jacklyn J climbs to her feet, only to send her back to the mat with a dropkick.)

JR: Dropkick to Jacklyn J. Jacklyn is really in trouble here.

King: And she's about to be in more trouble.

(Dizi grabs Jacklyn J by the hair and drags her towards the corner where Judge Moody is reaching for the tag. Dizi looks at Judge Moody for a moment, then reaches out and lightly slaps her hand, tagging her back in.)

JR: I think that's the most civilized tag we've seen between these two all night.

King: Where's the fun in that?

(Judge Moody enters the ring and Dizi passes her as she moves closer to the ropes. Dizi reaches out and slaps Judge Moody in the back of the head, not enough to hurt, but it does have the effect of making Judge Moody even more angry.)

King: That's more like it!

(Dizi grins at Judge Moody as she steps through the ropes and stands on the apron.)

Jacklyne J. tags out to Brodie Manson.
Judge Moody enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Jacklyne J. smacks Dizi with a devastating clothesline .
Brodie Manson uses an airplane spin on Dizi.
There are lots of chants for Brodie Manson.
Jacklyne J. leaves the ring.
Brodie Manson whips Dizi into the turnbuckle.
Dizi comes back and rocks Brodie Manson with an elbow.
Dizi throws Brodie Manson out of the ring.
Dizi goes outside.
Donnie MacPhearson comes from behind, but Brodie Manson nails Donnie MacPhearson
.
Dizi nails Brodie Manson with a baseball slide.
Dizi whips Brodie Manson into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Dizi hoists Brodie Manson high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends B
rodie Manson crashing hard to the mat.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Joe Finch counts: 2.
Dizi gets back into the ring.
Joe Finch counts: 3
Joe Finch counts: 4
Joe Finch counts: 5
Joe Finch counts: 6
Joe Finch counts: 7
Joe Finch counts: 8
Joe Finch counts: 9
Joe Finch counts: 10
Brodie Manson is counted out.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.

*DING DING*

(The referee signals for the bell. He moves to the center of the ring and raises one of Judge Moody's hands and one of Dizi's hands in victory.)

JR: Well, they managed to pull it off. Judge Moody and Dizi have won their match against Jacklyn J and Brodie.

(The two women pull their hands away from the referee and size each other up. Judge Moody moves over to Dizi and stares at her. Dizi moves in closer to Judge Moody, staring right back at the other woman.)

King: You think they'll give each other a nice long hug to celebrate, JR?

JR: I doubt it, King.

(Suddenly, Dizi slaps Judge Moody in the face. Judge Moody immediately swings on Dizi. Dizi retaliates and both women start swinging, neither giving an inch. The referee tries to come between them, but gets knocked aside.)

JR: The referee better get some help to separate these women.

King: Forget that! Let them fight!

(Several other referees come out from the back and pull the two women apart. Donnie rolls into the ring and gets a hold of Dizi, pull her towards the ropes. With the assistance of a few referees, he manages to get Dizi out of the ring and headed towards the back as several of the other referees keep Judge Moody in the ring.)

King: They should let them fight it out, JR!

JR: They've already had a match, King.

King: But there can never be too much girl on girl action!!

(Donnie and Dizi disappear into the back and Judge Moody pulls away from the referees and makes her own way up the ramp to disappear behind the curtain.)

(Two loud, rumbling growls from a Bengal tiger echo over the PA, and then an instantly recognizable Randy Rhoads guitar lick.)

PA: OH NO (OH NO)
        HERE WE GO (HERE WE GO NOW)

        OH NO (OH NO)
        HERE WE GO NOW

(“Flying High Again” by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the sound system. The crowd goes absolutely crazy. A close-up picture of a Bengal tiger staring directly into the camera appears on the Bruisertron. At the top of the entrance ramp, three deafening, green pyro pops go off, one after the other. Strobe lights bathe the arena in flickering green light as Howitzer steps from behind the curtain and heads for the ring, wearing his hunter green and yellow-striped wrestling shorts and black boots with his black, shrunk to fit "I DON'T LIKE YOU" t-shirt. Howitzer slaps hands with the fans near the barrier as he makes his way to the ring.)

King: Howitzer!? What the heck is he doing out here? His match isn’t ‘til the end of the night!

J.R.: Looks like the tiger’s out here a little early!

(As Howitzer approaches the ring, a close-in camera shows many cuts and scrapes on his face, and a big fading bruise underneath his left eye. Light burns mark Howitzer’s shoulders and arms.)

King: Didn’t he get the memo about daylight savings time being over? Sheesh, what a dope! Spring forward, FALL BACK!!

J.R.: I’m pretty sure he’s not out here to wrestle yet, King.

King: I’m tellin’ ya, J.R., this guy’s sharp as a bowling ball!

(Howitzer climbs into the ring and leans over the back ropes, holding his arm out for the mic. One of the ring crew hands him one, and Howitzer walks to the middle of the ring. The fans are cheering very loudly and enthusiastically, and Howitzer simply stands in the ring for a moment, hands on hips and holding the mic, soaking it in. He has a big smile on his face.)

J.R.: These fans are solidly behind Howitzer, King. And let me just say how relieved I am to see Howitzer smiling and back to his normal self after that spin into hatred he took during the whole Tobey Miliken saga!

King: Yeah, that’s great J.R. And it’s just like Pennsylvania. Backing a loser!

J.R.: Well he’s no loser in MY book, King.

King:  Too bad he’s a loser in the record books, J.R.! Look it up! “Wheel of Destruction, Darkside Chamber Match – Howitzer LOST the title to the TRUE champion, Tobey Miliken!”

J.R.: That may be so, King but –

(Howitzer holds up his right hand to silence the crowd. Slowly, the settle down so Howitzer can begin speaking. He puts the mic to his lips.)

HOWITZER: First of all, fans, I just wanna say: Thanks for havin’ me in HERSHEY, PENN-SYL-VANIA!

(The crowd gets up on its feet and roars its approval.)

King: If that pop were any cheaper, Howitzer’d have to buy it at Goodwill!

J.R.: I sure don’t hear the fans complaining, listen to this!

(The crowd keeps cheering until Howitzer finally quiets them again.)

HOWITZER: Fans, I hope you saved your ticket stubs, ‘cause after this show, you’re gonna wanna have ‘em framed and put in the book next to your high school diploma and your kids’ birth certificates…or, if framing’s a bit much, you’re gonna at least wanna have ‘em laminated!

King: The heck…is Howitzer drunk?

HOWITZER: Because ta-night, you’re all gonna see the dawn of a new day in the BMWF! Ta-night, the most dominant force in BMWF history, the bWo – call it the LwO if ya want, we all know what it is – teams up with the most dominant force in the BMWF’s future! ME, the big Bengal Tiger!

(The crowd cheers loudly again.)

CROWD: HOW-IT-ZER!! HOW-IT-ZER!! HOW-IT-ZER!!

HOWITZER: That’s right fans. Lowedown’s doin’ it the right way. No engraved invitations, no recruiting…just a straight-up brawl in the middle of THIS…HERE…RING. And the last man standin’ wins the Hardcore Championship AND gets brought into the LwO. And lemme tell you somethin’ fans: YOU ARE LOOKIN’ RIGHT AT THE LAST MAN!!

J.R.: Howitzer is calling his victory tonight in the battle royal! Flashy move, and somewhat uncharacteristically so!

HOWITZER: Well all know that I’m the best of the new breed in the BMWF, and tonight I prove it. I beat two other men at Fallout to win the TV title, so what the hell…why don’t I just beat FIVE other men to win the Hardcore title, right here TONIGHT!!

(The crowd pops big again.)

HOWITZER: Who’s stoppin’ me? Hardcore Harry? Hey Har – you can’t use any barbed wire, or set anybody on fire tonight, my man! You’re a little out of your element! Shame Perish? Next! Witherspoon? Sounds to me like that guy was just IN a battle royal a couple days ago, and he didn’t even win THAT one! Hey ‘Spoon – if you can’t take a group of those pale goth nancies, you ain’t got a PRAYER against me! Tobey Miliken?? Lightning doesn’t strike twice, Tobe. And William Black? Mr. Nunchucks?? Hey Willie! There’s such a thing as liking the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles TOO MUCH!

(As Howitzer finishes up his rant, the crowd laughs and cheers louder with every BMWF Superstar that Howitzer names.)

J.R.: Ha ha!

HOWITZER: And I want all a’you to cheer so loud the roof blows off this place when the ref’s raisin’ my hand! Thank you, and ENJOY THE SHOW!!

King: Might wanna put some ketchup on those words, Howitzer! ‘Cause you might be eating them!

J.R.: I think he’s gonna WIN it, King! Folks, we’ll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From San Quentin Correctional Facility...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Ash

(“Last Resort” by Papa Roach blares over the PA. The Bruisertron flash “Outlaw” and “Keep Separated” across the screen alternating. A blast of pyro lights up the entrance was as Ash steps out form the back. Ash walks out to the top of the ramp and breathes in the crowd as another blast of pyro lights up the space behind him. Ash stretches out his arms showing the “Outlaw” across his chest. Ash begins to make his way down to the ring ignoring the reaction of the crowd. Ash rolls into the ring and declines the mic.)

JR: Ash apparently has nothing to say to the crowd or the Judge here tonight.

King: That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The Judge

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

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains, wearing his "Judge" shirt and holding his gavel. He walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops. The Judge raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the ring and grabs a mic from the ring announcer.)

Judge: Ash, I respect you a hell of a lot, but you do not return that respect to me. The only way I'm going to win that respect from you is to beat you tonight in the middle of the ring, and I plan on doing just that!

(There is a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

Judge: Ash, tonight you will learn just how deserving I am of your training, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge drops the mic and waits for Ash.)

(Ash charges the Judge and the two lock up. Ash forces Judge back into the corner and upon impact drives his knee into the Judge’s stomach winding him momentarily. Ash grabs two handfuls of the Judge’s hair and slinging him out of the corner throws him into the middle of the ring. The Judge rolls backwards as Ash yells for him to get to his feet.)

JR: Ash with a vicious moving throwing the Judge across the ring by his hair.

King: I guess that proves the Judge isn’t sporting a hairpiece.

JR: Ash executes a ropeburn on The Judge.
Ash goes for a slap, but The Judge reverses it.
The Judge nails Ash with a scissor kick.
The crowd is cheering on The Judge.
The Judge goes for a clothesline, but Ash ducks out of the way.
Ash runs into the ropes.
The Judge hits Ash with a big boot to the face.
The Judge nails Ash with neckbreaker.
The Judge is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
The Judge takes Ash down with neckbreaker.

JR: The Judge has been taking it to Ash!

King: Yeah JR, I don't think Ash expected this much resistance!

JR: The Judge knocks Ash down with a dropkick to the chin.
Judge picks Ash back up but Ash elbows Judge in the stomach.

(Ash goes for The Lethal Injection, but The Judge reverses it into a schoolboy pin!)

JR: The Judge has Ash in a roll-up pin! 1...2...NO!

King: The Judge almost had Ash there!

The Judge goes for a DDT, but Ash counters it with a low blow.
Ash goes for a chokehold, but The Judge counters it with a facerake.
The Judge takes Ash down with a piledriver.
The Judge is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The crowd is cheering on The Judge.

JR: Scotty has rushed down to the ring!!!

King: The Judge may be in more trouble now!!!!

JR: Scotty is pushing Ash and Judge apart.

King: I think Scotty has a microphone.

Scotty: Ash... Judge... Ya's beaten the hell outta each otha tanight... What has it gotten ya's? 'Lot of blood spit... 'Lot of pain delievered... But have ya's gotta what the otha wanted?

(Ash grabs the mic and wipes his mouth with the back of his had. Ash looks down at his hand and sees the streak of blood across it. Ash spits out a mouthful of blood onto the mat.)

Ash: This isn't over Scotty. Grab a seat if you want to be down here, but I aint leaving till this match is over.

(Scotty takes the mic back and looks to the Judge. The Judge grabs the mic.)

Judge: It's cool Scotty, we've got to finish this. You understand?

(Scotty takes the mic back and looks at the two men who are still locked in on each other. Scotty shakes his head and rolls out of the ring. Ash and the Judge circle each other once before locking up again in the middle of the ring.)

JR: The Judge executes a belly-to-belly suplex on Ash.
The Judge is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, in the ropes...
The Judge runs into the ropes.
Ash hits The Judge with a kick.

(The Judge is knocking back Ash with a series of blows to the head. Ash staggers backwards but as the Judge goes for a vicious right Ash ducks it and shoves the Judge in the back. The Judge spins around and comes back at Ash but is caught by a charging Ash with vicious clothesline.)

JR: The Judge spins around only to come on the business end of a clothesline from Ash.

King: When they say to keep your head on a swivel, that’s not what they mean.

(Ash drops a knee in the back of the Judge’s neck then raises up and again drops the knee down into his neck. Ash gets to his feet and then drives the heel of his boot into the neck of the Judge.)

JR: King I can’t tell if Ash is trying to send a message to the Judge, or end his career?

King: Career? I think the fact that the Judge is working with Ash and Scotty shows he doesn’t have much of a career.

JR: The Judge goes for a DDT, but Ash counters it with a low blow.
Ash hits The Judge with a bodyslam.

(Ash whips the Judge into the corner and follows in with a knee into the Judge’s back. He reaches in and grabs the Judge around the waist and hoists him overhead into a german suplex release that sends the Judge crumpled in the center of the mat. Ash turns around and crawls over for the cover.)

Ref: 1….2…kickout

JR: Ash almost puts it away King. Judge just barely makes the kickout.

King: I wish this match had been previously recorded so I could fast forward through it.

JR: Ash knocks The Judge over the top rope and they're taking this thing to the outside!

(Ash grabs The Judge by the hair and smacks his face into the ring barrier. He goes to do it again, but The Judge blocks it and then smacks Ash's face instead!)

King: The Judge is taking it to Ash!

JR: The Judge clotheslines Ash on the outside as the ref begins the count out.
The Judge rolls into the ring and re-starts the count.
Judge goes over to Ash, but Ash kicks him away.

(Ash attempts to ram The Judge into the outside of the turnbuckle, but Judge reverses it and sends Ash flying into the turnbuckle head first!)

JR: The Judge just sent Ash crashing into the turnbuckle!

(Ash grabs the Judge by the hair and pulls him backwards into a reverse headlock. Ash drags a thumb across his throat signaling for the Lethal Injection.)

JR: Ash signaling for it, this could be all she wrote King.

(Ash grabs a handful of the Judge’s ring attire and hoisting him up slightly drops backwards into the Lethal Injection.)

JR: Lethal Injection! Ash is going for the cover.

(The ref makes the count.)

Ash goes for a kneelift, but The Judge side-steps and Ash only hits air.
The crowd is really behind The Judge.
The Judge hits a scissor kick on Ash.
The crowd is really behind The Judge.

JR: The Judge kicks Ash in the stomach and then runs against the ropes and hits a scissors kick!

King: We know what's next! Judge is heading for the top rope!

(The Judge goes to the top turnbuckle and as Ash slowly gets to his feet, The Judge leaps off the turnbuckle...)

JR: GAVEL SMASH! It could be over here!

(The Judge covers Ash.)

JR: Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING*

(Scotty rolls back into the ring and helps Ash and the Judge to their feet.)

Scotty: Ya's gotten this ou ya system now? Ya's seen what each others got, what now?

(Ash looks at the Judge and slowly begins to shake his head up and down. He looks over at Scotty and grabs the mic.)

Ash: Aight kid, maybe you've got something after all. We'll train ya, but if you don't keep this level up from here on out. I'll drop you back down to light heavyweight so fast you'll never knew what hit ya. Understand?

(Ash extends his hand. The Judge looks at it momentarily then reaches out to shake it. Scotty puts his hand on the two shaking and looks very pleased. The three men leave the ring at the same time and head to the back.)

(We cut to a video from earlier today where a long black limo pulls up to the Hersheypark Arena. The driver gets out and opens the door and a man dressed in an Armani suit walks out first, looks around and is followed by a man in a muscle shirt and mirrored sunglasses. The second man surveys the area and waves out a third man but just before we get a glimpse of the last man in the limo the muscular man puts his hand over the camera's lens and we cut to static.)

(The song “Vertigo” by U2 plays and the lights in the arena flicker on and off.)

JR: What the…

King: That song doesn’t sound familiar.

(The numers 1…2…3….4.. show on the bruisertron like a movie is about to show then the letters T…O….B….E….Y…. flash on the Bruisertron and Tobey Miliken comes walking out wearing a brown suit with a black tie and the TV title with his name still spray painted on it, wrapped tightly around his waist. Tobey makes his way to the ring. Misty is in front of him wearing a black evening gown. She holds the ropes as Tobey enters the ring. Tobey takes off his belt and throws his shades into the crowd as he tosses the belt over his shoulder.)

Tobey: Last week it became official. Spoon sucks, Howitzer can’t beat his master and I TOBEY MILIKEN AM THE GREATEST TV CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF THE BMWF.

(The fans boo)

Tobey: You know it’s true. For goodness sake I brought respect back to the title. Before I started pursuing this belt, no one cared about the TV title. At the ppv the match that was talked about the most was not for the world title, not the tag team titles no it was the TV Title match. The Darkside Chamber match. I brought this title the recognition it needed and then I walked away beating two men to a bloody pulp and still was holding this title at the end of the night. I AM THE GREATEST… you can’t deny it.

(The fans start to get rowdy and yell and boo more.)

Tobey: So here I stand in the middle of the ring, in one of the biggest battleground states that will determine the next president of the United States. I don’t know Misty judging by these goofs I would have to say that America is in trouble.

(The fans start to throw litter into the ring.)

Tobey: HEY, keep it up and I will take the prettiest thing to hit this state since chocolate out of this ring and pack up for Hollywood where all the really beautiful people are.

Misty: Thank you for that compliment Tobey.

Tobey: Baby I wasn’t talking about you, I was talking about my title.

Misty: Oh…

Tobey: (adjusting his tie and wiping his belt off after a piece of paper hits it.) Yeah you bunch of Hershey loving fat slobs can just kiss my Hollywood butt. Tonight I am going to show you just what the Hollywood Idol can do when he is determined. Last week I stood and watched Howitzer and Spoon beat each other to a pulp and then jumped in when I was ready and in the end I pinned Spoon and Howitzer and in one heck of a match I showed that I am the greatest. But tonight you rednecks get to see me throw I don’t know how many men over the top rope and claim my spot beside one of the BMWF’s old legends and make a BIGGER name of Tobey Miliken. So Lowedown, whether you like it or not, I am winning this match and you and Flame are going to have to make room for the next hot couple in the BMWF.

Misty: That’s right Tobey and Misty are the best looking couple in the BMWF. They are the hottest couple….

Tobey: Shut up Misty, you don’t know what you are talking about. The hot couple I am talking about is me and my belt.

(Tobey holds the belt up high as the crowd boo’s.)

Misty: What about me?

Tobey: Baby you know I find you attractive. You are the one that I bed every night. I mean who makes you make higher screams that only a dog can hear. Me babe, me. But you got to know that this belt is just so pretty. It really looks great around my waist. While you, you look good under my waist.

Misty: No argument there baby. But I think it’s you that makes us both look good.

Tobey: And I won’t argue with you there. You Pennsylvania Penheads stick around. You are going to see one heck of a show tonight.

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Shane sitting in the back looking at the list of the participants in the battle royal. Couch walks up.)

Couch: Shane I was wondeirng if i could get your thoughts on the participants in battle royal tonight?

Shane: Sure Couch. Here we'll go down he list.

(Shane takes his paper and and points to the first name on the list.)

Shane: William Black! No don't get me wrong here this young superstar has a great deal of promise. But.... He isn't ready to beat me in anything yet. Let alone a Battle Royal with such stakes. Plus he irritates the hell out of me so i Think I'll have to elminate him.

Couch: What about Tobey?

Shane: Tobey Miliken....He's got guts for someone who can't wrestle and has no real backup. I'm going to make sure he leaves this battle royal a loser.

Couch: Witherspoon....

Shane:...Is a bit of a problem. He came rela close in a few of our matches but has yet to beat me. So I'll have to look after him tonight to make sure he doesn't suprise me. He could turn out to be a pain in the neck if he doesn't find his spot.

Couch: What about...

Shane: Here I'll just finish, Howitzer beat me once never again. Needs to realize who top dogs are and thats he's juts a pup who's in my way right now.

(Shane pauses and looks at the camera.)

Shane: Now Harry is the one person who is going to give me the most toruble alone. This man and I have an understanding right now but again like the past few weeks when we get in that ring are no longer friends but competitors and I will do what it takes to keep him out of my way. No matter what is may be.

Couch: Well thank you for your comments Shane.

Shane: One more thing Couch. There is a war coming. Everyone should choose their sides carefully.

(Shane walks off as the camera centers on Couch.)

JR: Shane just put the BMWF on notice!!!

FADE

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore title match

Introducing first...

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott steps out to the boos of the crowd once again. He stares into the ring. The infamous tattered black towel draped over his head. His half of the BMWF World Tag Team titles is straped around his waist as he walks down to the ring. He stares a hole into Lowedown as he steps through the ropes. He stares down Lowedown as he steps into the ring and walks to the center of the ring. Once in the center of the ring, Scotty folds his arms and drinks in the boos of the fans.)

Scotty: Lowedown... We been here before but neva for the Hardcore title... We've had Hell in a Cell matches... Flaming Table matches.... regular matches... Tag Team matches.... But neva a Hardcore match... I rememba when ya first started in the BMWF ya looked ta me as a hero... Ya even said that ya wanted ta take the Hardcore title from me when ya forst started but then I took ya unda wing 'coz everyone else took ya as a joke... I made ya what ya are taday... And ya know... I have ta say this... Yer still a joke... Yer still a shell of what ya could've been... Ya come out here and tella few jokes... Get these idiots ta cheer for ya... And think ya done somehtin'... Rasslin' ain't no joke Lowe... I tried ta teach ya that... I tried muh best ta teach ya that.... But ya neva learned... All ya learned back then was that Scotty Scott would do thin's ta make the fans cheer him... Scotty Scott would say thin's ta make the fans cheer him... BUt ya know deep down I hated it... I hate tryin' ta make these fools out there happy... It took me a long time for me ta learn from muh own mistakes.... But did ya eva learn? I thought ya id when ya turned yer back on me... I thought ya saved yerself from muh own mistakes when ya went runnin' ta DDT and joined the Fold... But ya didn't... I thought when ya joined the bWo.... Ya learned.... But ya didn't.... Open yer eyes man.... These people don't give a d@mn 'bout ya.... All they want is ta have ya make them laugh... Make them happy... And what do ya do? Ya bow down ta them.... Now tanight... Ya become like so many othas... Yer 'bout ta become just anotha victim.... So Lowedown... I said this earlier tanight... I say it once more.... Beat me... If ya can.... Survive.... If I let ya....

Fighting out of Phoenix, AZ...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
LoweDown

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

("Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way down to the ring to a huge ovation. Lowedown is seen holding a microphone as he keeps
his eyes on Scotty in the ring...)

Lowedown:Well, it looks like Scotty has finally come back to the playground huh? It's nice to see you back in the saddle again.

(Lowedown continues to make his way down to the ring until he comes a few feet from the ring apron...)

Lowedown:Scotty, you and I are not strangers and I hope you would have done the smart thing and joined the tournament and teamed up with your old friend again. But I guess the
cobwebs just still stayed locked in your head and cloud your judgement huh? You'd rather spend time playing with the Judge's head and keeping my half brother Ash from his true
calling which is with his real family. Not some messed up situation you got going on now!

(Lowedown begins to walk towards the steel steps and climb up to the ring apron and stands in the corner...)

Lowedown:If you want to keep doing all this relaxed mid carder bullbleep Scotty, that's fine with me. But don't you think for a split second that I'm not going to play all nice nice and
bring out the tea and crumpets. This is all about what we do best isn't it Scotty? Hardcore rules? Blood spilling everywhere? Trash cans? Singapore canes? I think you and I can give
these people here a definite show! Playtime is over!

(Lowedown drops the microphone and leaps over the top rope and immediately rushes at Scotty and takes him down to the mat. Lowedown begins throwing wild rights and lefts towards
the head of Scotty and refuses to give Scotty any chance to throw a solid punch. Lowedown begins choking Scotty as he slams the back of Scotty's head against the mat...)

JR:Good Lord! Lowedown is immediately going after Scotty with reckless abandon!

King:He wants to be able to give the title away to a jobber instead of losing it to Scotty!

(Lowedown picks up Scotty and catches him with a sharp jab to the side of the head and then follows up with a knife edge chop. Lowedown whips Scotty into the ropes and follows behind
him with a high knee lift that catches Scotty by surprise. Lowedown picks up scotty again and delivers a belly to belly suplex that stuns Scotty and then rolls him over and drills Scotty with a
dropkick to the side of the head. Lowedown then picks up Scotty 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 stops just inches from Scotty and begins to mock him by standing like Scotty would in the corner and makes fun of him...)

JR:I don't know if that is a good idea!

King:I think Lowedown wants to prove a point here!

(Lowedown rakes the eyes of Scotty 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 waves to his wife
as he releases Scotty and then nails Scotty with repeated kicks to the stomach.

JR: Scotty Scott chops LoweDown.
Numerous fans are using Scotty Scott for target practice.
LoweDown punches Scotty Scott.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Scotty Scott punches LoweDown.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Scotty Scott chops LoweDown.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
LoweDown punches Scotty Scott.
LoweDown hits Scotty Scott.
LoweDown kicks Scotty Scott.
Scotty Scott kicks LoweDown.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Scotty Scott chops LoweDown.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Scotty Scott takes LoweDown down with a scissor kick.
Scotty Scott is being booed out of the building.
Scotty Scott uses a German suplex on LoweDown.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Scotty Scott executes a low blow on LoweDown.
Scotty Scott kicks LoweDown.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Scotty Scott punches LoweDown.
The crowd is vociferously booing Scotty Scott.
Scotty Scott kicks LoweDown.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Scotty Scott runs into the ropes.
LoweDown hits Scotty Scott with a clothesline.

JR: These two have already done enough to each other to end the career of many BMWF grapplers' careers.

King: Look JR!!!!

JR: Scotty has rolled out of the ring.

King: He is looking under the ring for something.

JR: Scotty has a hangman's noose!!!!

King: He is back in the ring!!!

JR: Scotty just hit Lowedown with the rope!!!!

King: Lowedown is down!!!!

JR: Scotty is now just rubbing the rope into the eyes of Lowedown!!!!

King: You can hear Lowedown's screams all through the Hershey Park Arena!!!!

JR: Scotty has put the noose around Lowedown's neck and is picking him up!!!!

King: Scotty just threw Lowedown over the top rope!!!

JR: D@MN HIM!!! SCOTTY IS TRYING TO HANG LOWEDOWN!!!!

They're brawling inside the ring area.
LoweDown throws Scotty Scott over the guardrail.
They're brawling behind the guardrail.
LoweDown whips Scotty Scott into the guardrail.
LoweDown nails Scotty Scott with an arm bar.
They're brawling up the aisle.
LoweDown whips Scotty Scott into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Scotty Scott nails LoweDown with a punch to the head.
Scotty Scott is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.

(Lowedown whips Scotty out of the corner and nails Scotty with an elbowsmash. Lowedown backs away and then nails Scotty with a baseball slide dropkick. Lowedown picks
up Scotty and whips him into the ropes and follows right behind him with a knife edge chop that sends Scotty to the mat. Lowedown picks up Scotty and nails with him a right hand that staggers
him against the ropes. Lowedown backs up just enough to clothesline over the top rope and watches him fall to the fconcrete floor...)

JR:Lowedown is now heading out to the floor to get at Scotty!

King:I think we are going to see some blood now!

(Lowedown slides out of the ring and goes right after Scotty by slamming his head into the steel steps. Lowedown quickly follows up with a scoop slam down to the floor and then leaps up to the
ring apron and comes down on Scotty with a leg drop. Lowedown grabs his backside as he rises up off the floor. Lowedown then grabs a steel chair and holds it high in the air before he slams it
down onto the back of Scotty. Lowedown doesn't hesitate as he slams the chair down again...)

JR:Lowedown isn't giving Scotty the opportunity to get back on his feet!

King:I wouldn't let Scotty get that Scottamission on me if I had that steel chair!

(Lowedown drops the steel chair and throws Scotty back into the ring and tosses the chair in behind him. Lowedown then goes underneath the ring and pulls out a trash can and tosses it over the
top rope and watches it fall on the back of Scotty. Lowedown quickly slides back into the ring and picks up the trash can...)

JR:Lowedown is going to take out the trash!

King:Don't let Scotty hear you say that!

(Lowedown picks up the trash can and slams it down on the back of Scotty. Lowedown then drops it and picks up Scotty just long enough to drive Scotty into the trash can with a powerslam...)

JR:Lowedown just molded that trash can around the body of Scotty and now he's sliding back out of the ring and he's grabbing...oh no!

King:SLEDGEHAMMER! YAHHH!

(Lowedown climbs back in the ring and slides behind Scotty just long enough to catch him with a shot right into the rib cage with the sledgehammer and then drives a hard shot to his back of
Scotty. Scotty drops to the mat as Lowedown then places the sledgehammer to the back of Scotty's thigh and then lifts it up...)

JR:OUCH! Lowedown just drove the head of the sledgehammer into the hamstring!

King:He doesn't want Scotty to even be able to stand up!

JR: They're outside of the ring!
They're brawling inside the ring area.
LoweDown shoves Scotty Scott into the guardrail.
LoweDown nails Scotty Scott with a pumphandle slam.
The crowd is giving LoweDown a standing ovation.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
LoweDown climbs back into the ring.
Scotty Scott rolls back in under the bottom rope.
LoweDown smacks Scotty Scott with a devastating short clothesline .
The crowd is giving LoweDown a standing ovation.
LoweDown executes a Gorilla Press on Scotty Scott.
LoweDown uses a spinebuster on Scotty Scott.
LoweDown catches Scotty Scott in the Crippler Crossface.
Scotty Scott is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Scotty Scott gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 8 seconds.

(Lowedown catches Scotty with a superkick that drops him to the mat. Lowedown in a burst of energy leaps up to the top rope and doesn't hesitate by leaping off the top rope and comes crashing
down on the chest of Scotty with the "Going Down" elbowsmash. Lowedown clutches his arm in pain as he then looks down and rolls behind the head of Scotty and locks on the Downtime on him
in the center of the ring...)

JR: LoweDown executes the Downtime on Scotty Scott.
Scotty Scott is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Scotty Scott is struggling to reach the ropes.
Scotty Scott is barely hanging in there.
Charles Robertson asks Scotty Scott if he's had enough.
Scotty Scott shakes his head.
Scotty Scott gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 23 seconds.

JR: Scotty has just taken the time keeper's bell!!!!

King: Scotty is going to end the career of Lowedown right here!!!

JR: Scotty is going to the top rope.... Lowedown is not moving.... Scotty just jumped off the top rope!!!!

King: YES!!!!

JR: Scotty just drove that bell into the throat of Lowedown!!!

King: Lowedown is rolling around the mat in pain!!!

JR: Scotty has a chair in the ring now.

King: He is yelling at Lowedown to get up!!!

JR: Lowedown is slowly getting up....

SMASH!!!!
JR: Scotty just nailed Lowedown over the head of Lowedown!!!

King: He is not through with that chair just yet.

JR: Scotty has put the chair around Lowedown's neck!!!

King: What is he about to do?

JR: SCOTTAMISSION WITH THE CHAIR!!!!

King: I can't believe it!!!

JR: Lowedown is fading fast!!!

King: He is falling forward!!!!

JR: That chair just drobve itself into Lowedown's neck!!!!

King: Lowedown is on his knees but is only supported by that chair!!!!

JR:Lowedown is trying to keep that arm away from him! If Scotty locks this on, Lowedown could lose the Hardcore title!

King:The Latino World Order is going down! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown in a desperation attempt, catches Scotty with a mule kick and then spins around and sprays the Crimson mist into the eyes of Scotty...)

JR:CRIMSON MIST! I can't believe it! Lowedown just barely escaped the Scottamission!

LoweDown nails Scotty Scott with the Stinger Splash.
The crowd erupts.
LoweDown hits Scotty Scott with a dropkick.
LoweDown smacks Scotty Scott with a devastating short clothesline .
LoweDown hits Scotty Scott with The Going Down.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for LoweDown.

*DING DING*

JR: Master Z is out here! What is he doing?

KING: Maybe he's come to congratulate his fellow wrestler!

JR: Somehow I doubt it!

(Master Z hits the ring and immediately brushes Scotty Scott to the side. Master Z hits Lowedown with a Massive football-like tackle sending Lowe's head bouncing off the ground. Master Z kneels up and rains down hard brass knuckle shots to the face of Lowedown.)

JR: Lowedown just had a pretty hard core match! He can't take this beating right now!

KING: I think that's the point! It's no secret that Master Z hates Lowedown's guts!

(Master Z grabs Lowedown by the hair and lifts him to his feet. The blood from Lowedown's face and head drips down Z's arms. Master Z smiles in Lowe's face before launching him out of the ring over the top rope.)

JR: This is sick! Master Z is strutting around in the center of the ring! What in the world is Master Z's motivation for this attack

>>>

(Shodan is strolling around backstage punching the air, looking to be in a confident mood when suddenly he notices something in the corner of his eye. Shodan walks towards William Black who appears to be having a discussion with Spirit. The two seem to be waiting around for the Battle Royal match to start. William Black is leaning heavily on a cane and he still looks a little roughed up from the Wheel of Destruction. He's holding a lit cigar in one hand and a tumbler full of Bombay Sapphire in the other. Spirit is standing right next to him wearing a pair of black leather pants, a tank top, and a mesh shirt over it.)

SHODAN: "Hey William."

(William Black slowly turns. Both Spirit and Black stop speaking. The two do not look happy about being interrupted. Black shifts his attention to Spirit and then takes a long, hard drag from the cigar, exhaling through his nose.)

SPIRIT: "It's Mister Black."

SHODAN: "Sorry about your loss at Wheel of Destruction, perhaps you werenâ€™t that ready yet for such a big match. You fought well though, it was a good match, maybe next time youâ€™ll be more ready."

(Spirit takes a step back, looking William Black. He takes a half step closer to Shodan, getting in his face looking more then a little irate.)

BLACK: "Now you listen here, jackass. You haven't even had a match and you're telling me I'm not ready for such a big match? Son, you're smoking crack. That match, that Main Event at Wheel of Destruction was arguably one of the biggest matches of the year against arguably the greatest champion in the history of the BMWF. I did not win. I got blown up. You're right about that. But where you're wrong is that the match was not good. It wasn't even great. It was brilliant. It was nearly perfect. That jackass Tyrone wanted to walk out on the match but neither Master Z nor I would let him. That sorry sack of BLEEP wanted to go home and cry like a little baby. It didn't matter though because Master Z and I still were the highlight of the show. "

(Black downs his tumbler in a single gulp then slams the glass down on nearby. He gets even closer to Shodan.)

BLACK: "You're lucky I'm not cleared for action until next week. Were I cleared for action, I'd slap the taste right out of your mouth and kick you to the curb like the no-nothing rookie that you are."

(Black Snorts.)

BLACK: "Spirit here's got more skill in her right hand then you've got in your whole body. So go buzz off and pester somebody else, kid, 'fore you BLEEP me off."

(William Black and Spirit both shoo Shodan away.)

(The scene opens to show Ezekiel in the locker room, lacing up his boots)

Ezekiel: The Future is now. A lot of people try to undermine the efforts of those who choose to journey the path of light. I am being tested at every crossroad. Nonetheless I have taken one step closer, by securing the All American Title. For now Kolic has earned deference. More men should follow his example.

Things are getting interesting. We have a new TV Title holder in Tobey Miliken. It has been some time since we were acquaintances, and there is certainly no amicability now. It is however good to see that his in ring work has greatly improved. If only if it was six months ago when we were fighting for the tag team titles.

Lastly Master Z and his seemingly unstoppable domination. The light is not yet strong enough, but one day the truth will reign.

And tonight I face White Lighting. I doubt that I could find a more challenging opponent, I look forward to your test tonight.

(fade)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

The BMWF All-American Champion...
Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)

P.A: THE TRUTH – THE LIGHT – THE FUTURE

(Suddenly flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and ‘In the Shadows’ by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak. In one hand he carries the chair, and in the other an ominous looking duffel bag)

CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!

P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…

(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the duffel bag on it.)

P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…

(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre. The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a white leather kilt and white boots.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

White Lightning

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ezekiel whips White Lightning into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits White Lightning with a shoulderblock.
Ezekiel whips White Lightning into the ropes, but White Lightning reverses it.
White Lightning hits Ezekiel with a roundhouse kick.
White Lightning goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Ezekiel counters it with
a punch.
Ezekiel puts White Lightning in an armbar submission.
White Lightning is valiantly trying to break the hold.
White Lightning reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.

(Ezekiel forces White Lightning to the outside, and dominates White Lightning outside of the ring. When they come back in, Ezekiel tries to lock in another guillotine. After locking it in he grabs White Lightning’s arm and hyper-extends it in an armbar)

JR: Ezekiel looking to do some damage to that left arm of White Lightning with some interesting combination submission holds, looks like he’s come out with a game plan tonight.

Ezekiel nails White Lightning with a legsweep.
Ezekiel takes White Lightning down with a left hook.
Ezekiel hits White Lightning.
The crowd is giving Ezekiel a standing ovation.
White Lightning punches Ezekiel.
White Lightning is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Ezekiel punches White Lightning.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Ezekiel chops White Lightning.
The crowd erupts.
Ezekiel punches White Lightning.
The crowd erupts.
Ezekiel whips White Lightning into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Ezekiel with an elbow.
White Lightning goes for a fireman's carry, but Ezekiel counters it with
a choke sleeper.
White Lightning inches his way towards the ropes after being trapped for 8
seconds.

JR: Ezekiel quick off the mark, a combination of lefts and rights on White Lightning. White Lightning in the corner, a couple of stiff boots to the gut of White Lightning. White Lightning thrown to the outside, Ezekiel follows and throws White Lightning into the steel steps. White Lightning’s leg crashed into the metal steps there. Ezekiel with a couple of kicks to the back of the leg, followed by an elbow drop. Ezekiel rolls in and out the ring to break the ref’s count.

(Ezekiel throws White Lightning’s left leg into the ring steps once again, then throws him into the ring.)

JR: Ezekiel back to his feet, he’s not looking too happy.

(Ezekiel starts stomping on the inside of White Lightning’s leg)

JR: Doesn’t look like Ezekiel wants to waste any time today. White Lightning has been steam rolling his way through the roster, Ezekiel wants to get this one finished quickly. Ezekiel lifting White Lightning to his feet, White Lightning seems to be favouring his leg.

JR: A big right hand from Ezekiel knocks him straight back down again. Ezekiel dragging White Lightning to the ring post.

King: This looks like it going to hurt.

*CRACK*

JR: That was a sickening noise King. Ezekiel is putting all his effort into damaging that leg.

Ezekiel executes a legsweep on White Lightning.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Ezekiel with an elbow.
White Lightning nails Ezekiel with a double arm DDT.
White Lightning further incites the crowd.
White Lightning hits Ezekiel with a belly-to-belly suplex.
White Lightning uses a fireman's carry on Ezekiel.
White Lightning sends Ezekiel into the turnbuckle.
Ezekiel comes back and rocks White Lightning with a kick to the midsection.
Ezekiel hits a legsweep on White Lightning.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits White Lightning with a shoulderblock.
Ezekiel sits on the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring when opponent has been
knock for six, looking somewhat dissapointed of his opponent.
The crowd is giving Ezekiel a standing ovation.

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

*CRUNCH*

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

(Ezekiel turns the hold into a leg lock)

JR: Ezekiel using some combination shoot submission.

White Lightning goes for a German suplex, but Ezekiel counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Ezekiel executes a drop toehold on White Lightning.
Ezekiel sits on the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring when opponent has been
knock for six, looking somewhat dissapointed of his opponent.
The crowd erupts.
Ezekiel whips White Lightning into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Ezekiel with a kick.
White Lightning throws Ezekiel out of the ring.
White Lightning goes through the ropes.
Ezekiel is starting to bleed.
White Lightning executes a double arm DDT on Ezekiel.
White Lightning goes for a bodyslam, but Ezekiel counters it with an elbowsmash.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Ezekiel executes a left hook on White Lightning.
Ezekiel gets back into the ring.
White Lightning climbs back into the ring.
Ezekiel nails White Lightning with a savate kick.
Ezekiel uses a drop toehold on White Lightning.
Ezekiel whips White Lightning into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Ezekiel with a kick.
White Lightning executes a German suplex on Ezekiel.

JR: Ezekiel on the mat, White Lightning’s slapping him on the back of the head

(White Lightning helps Ezekiel to his feet and immediately knocks him down again)

JR: Big right hand by White Lightning, Ezekiel down again.

(White Lightning turns to the crowd and raises his arms)

JR: White Lightning with Ezekiel back up, swings… no! Ezekiel ducks – Inquisition!!!! Out of nowhere! Both men on the ground. Ezekiel rolls onto White Lightning

Jack Slone counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Ezekiel throws White Lightning out of the ring.
Jack Slone counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ezekiel.

*DING DING*

(The scene cuts to Michael Bole standing with Kolic)

Bole: I'm standing here with Kolic, the former All American champion, who
lost his belt to Ezekiel in a well-fought match. Any feeling of
disappointment for losing?

Kolic: Not at all. I did my best in the match, just as Ezekiel did. That
night he came up the winner.

Bole: Really? You don't care that you lost?

Kolic: Nope. Rather than blame God for losing the title, I instead thank him
for letting me hold it for a month. Besides, it's petty to become so
obsessed with a title that when you lose it, you become broken inside. It's
just a strap of leather with some gold and writing, despite the prestige
attached to it.

Bole: So you're saying that winning a belt is worthless?

Kolic: I didn't say that. I just said that people shouldn't build their
lives around a title. Sure, they should work hard to win it, because it is a
big accomplishment. I'm just saying there are more important things in life.

Bole: So what will you do now that you don't have the title?

Kolic: I heard a rumor that Tobey Miliken is offering a shot at his title.
Tobey, if you see this, consider this my acceptance.

Bole: Do you think he'll accept? I mean, you and Kate did some horrific
things to him in the past.

Kolic: Yes, and I am truly sorry about that. I let my anger and hate control
me, as well as greed for winning Vernon Vanderbilt's contest. It was wrong,
and I apologize to you Tobey. Anyway, I have to go prepare for Master Z for
the, what is it, 10th time? I'll see ya Bole.

(Kolic walks back to the locker rooms as the camera fades)


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