Date : 11/15/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Firstar Center Cincinnati Ohio

(The show opens inside the The Palace Auburn Hills, Michigan. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out The Palace Auburn Hills, Michigan! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler.

KING: Why are we in Cincinnati? We should be in Cleveland!

(Suddenly, some sort of eerie jungle music begins to play.)

KING: YAHHH! What's going on? Don't tell me the Headhunters are back!

JR: No, wait, King. That's the theme from CBS's Survivors!

KING: What?

(Out from the curtains comes none other than...)

JR: Jeff Probt! That's the host of Survivors...Jeff Probt!!

KING: What is that moron doing here?

(Probt gets in the ring and the music stops.)

JEFF: For those of you who are to busy watching that crappy WWFE show Smacked Down on Thursday nights, my name is Jeff Probt and I'm the host of the Survivors TV series on CBS!

(mixed crowd reaction)

JEFF: Now the reason I'm out here is because, on Nov 29, the BMWF will present the Survival 2004 PPV!

CROWD: YAAAY!

JEFF: And since I host Survivors, The BMWF has hired me as the special Survival guest promoter!

CROWD: BOOOO!

JEFF: Now at Survival, there will be a series of Survival elimination tag match. Each team will have 5 wrestlers total including captains.

Captains for the men's teams are:

Master Z (Crowd Boos)
Lowedown (Crowd Cheers)
Hardcore Harry (Crowd Boos)
Ash (Crowd Boos)
Tobey Miliken (Crowd Boos even louder, but not as loud as they did against Z)
Ezekiel (Crowd cheers)

The following is a list of wrestlers available:

Alexi Romanov (Crowd chants, "Who's he?')
Axe (Crowd gives a mixed reaction)
Byron 'the English Hammer' Stamford (Crowd chants, "Who's he?')
Cash Flo (crowd boos almost as loud as Z, but there are so many "Cash sucks" chants that it is a tie)
Dale Anderson (Crowd chants, "Who's he?')
Howitzer (Crowd cheers)
Jackson Roe (Crowd chants, "Who's he?')
Judge (Crowd is mixed)
Kevin Storm (Crowd chants, "Who's he?')
Kolic (Crowd cheers)
Mafioso (Crowd chants, "You can't see me!')
Nate Adams (Crowd chants, "Who's he?')
Ryushi Fujita (The Japanese portion of the crowd cheers, but the rest could care less.)
Scotty Scott (crowd boos)
Shane Perish (crowd boos)
Shodan (Crowd chants, "Who's he?')
Tai Hashi (Crowd cheers)
Tamer (crowd is mixed)
William Black (crowd is mixed)
Witherspoon (Crowd cheers)

KING: Boy, this crowd doesn't like very many people, do they?

JEFF: The rest of the spots will be filled by Low-Carders (Crowd cheers) or mystery opponents (crowd boos). And this stipulation...the survivors of each of of the 3 Survival matches will go on to face each other one final singles elimination match to determine the Sole Survivor of Survival and the winner of $1,000,000.

KING: Wow! A million bucks! Where do I sign up?

JEFF: There will also be a ladies match featuring Brodie and Dizi as Captains. (Crowd cheers except for the one's that no-showed.) And for this match...

PA: MONEY, MONEY, MONEY...MON-EY!!

KING:YAHHH! Look!

JR: My gosh, King! It's DONALD TRUMPET!!

(Trumpet enters the ring.)

TRUMPET (Reading in a monotone from a cue card): Hello, Jeff.

JEFF: Hello, Donald.

DONALD: Well, for the life of me, I can't figure out why my good friend The Bruiser would put you in charge of cleaning toilets, much less in charge of Survival. So, I have a challenge for you. What do you say we get my 5 best Apprentices to take on your 5 best Survivors in a battle of the Reality Shows? We'll see who really is the best!

JEFF: That sounds fine to me! Heck, even my gals could whip your so-called men!

DONALD: And just to make it good, whoever survives the match wins another $1,000,000!

KING: YAHHH! Let me join!

JEFF: You're on! (They shake hands but are interrupted by more familiar music!)

KING: YAHHH! It's Joe Rogaine!

JR: The host of Fear Factored is here again!

ROGAINE: You know, you two are a couple of wimps! Sissies! Have any of your guys ate Buffalo testicles or laid in a pit of scorpions or slipped off a building becaue he was wearing penny loafers?

JEFF: Well, my guys have eaten some pretty nasty stuff!

ROGAINE: Oh, shut up! I want in on this challenge!

KING: Is Fear Factored even a reality show?

JR: It's more of a game show to me.

KING: But they have hotter women! WOO HOO!

DONALD: Fine! I don't mind!

(Suddenly, more familiar music.)

KING: YAHHH! It's Phil Keegan of the two time Emmy winning "The Amazing Racers"!!

PHIL: Now, hold on one minute! My show has won the Emmy for the Best Reality Show for two years in a row! We deserve to have a shot at this!

JEFF: You're right! So, at Survival, it will be "Survivors" vs. "The Apprentices" vs. "Fear Factored" vs., "The Amazing Racers" in a 5 on 5 Survival elimination match!

(The Survivors them begins to play as the hosts stare each other down.)

JR: We'll be right back!!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Miss Linda...
Hailing from Las Vegas, NV...
Weighing in at 228 pounds...

Riki O

(Las Vegas showgirl music plays as Riki O struts seductively to the ring. Once in the ring, he bends over and Miss Linda spanks him with the whip.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Lafayette, LA...
Weighing in at 276 pounds...

Rodney Crack

(Crappy rap music plays as Rodney Crack makes his wayy to the ring.)

JR: Riki O attacks Rodney Crack before the bell.
Riki O goes for a backbreaker, but Rodney Crack blocks it.
Rodney Crack goes for an overhead belly-to-belly suplex, but Riki O blocks it.
Riki O hits Rodney Crack with an elbowsmash.
Riki O goes for a back suplex, but Rodney Crack blocks it.
Rodney Crack executes an elbowsmash on Riki O.
Rodney Crack hits a full nelson slam on Riki O.
Rodney Crack hits Riki O with a forearm to the back.
Rodney Crack hoists Riki O high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Riki O
crashing hard to the mat.
Rodney Crack hits Riki O with a forearm to the back.
Rodney Crack smacks Riki O with a devastating clothesline .
Riki O bumps into Bart Farinus.
Riki O nails Rodney Crack with a savate kick.
Riki O is going for the pin.
There is no referee to count.
Riki O takes Rodney Crack down with a swinging neckbreaker.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.
Riki O skips around the ring like a little girl.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.
Riki O uses a kick to the midsection on Rodney Crack.
Riki O nails Rodney Crack with a swinging neckbreaker.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.
Riki O uses a Northern Lights bomb on Rodney Crack.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.
Riki O skips around the ring like a little girl.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.
Riki O goes for a moonsault, but Rodney Crack gets his knees up.
Bart Farinus is back on the job.
Rodney Crack runs into the ropes.
Riki O takes Rodney Crack down with a chop.
Riki O nails Rodney Crack with a backbreaker.
Riki O nails Rodney Crack with a shoulderbreaker.
Riki O whips Rodney Crack into the ropes, but Rodney Crack reverses it.
Riki O hits Rodney Crack with a thrust kick to the head.
A small "Riki O" chant is being started.
Riki O executes a shoulderbreaker on Rodney Crack.
Riki O whips Rodney Crack into the ropes.
Riki O nails Rodney Crack with a roundhouse right.
Riki O hits a flying axhandle on Rodney Crack.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.
Riki O is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Riki O runs into the ropes.
Riki O executes the Gypsy Kick on Rodney Crack.
A small "Riki O" chant is being started.
Riki O goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is cheering on Riki O.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Riki O!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up in the BMWF Superstar parking lot outside the Firstar Center in Cincinnati, Ohio as we see Axe come roaring into a parking space in his black 1969 Pontiac GTO. The engine shuts off and the door opens as a pair of Converse All-Star sneakers touch the ground followed by a pair of light brown Dickies and a black Dickies jacket. He grabs his duffel bag from behind the driver's seat and locks up the vehicle before sitting on the hood.)

(He places his duffel bag on the ground and goes to pull out a cigarette from his pack of Marlboro Reds but shakes his head stuffing the pack back in his jacket pocket.)

Axe: It would be a total waste if I had a cigarette after all the hard training I've put myself through. Should think about quitting sometime but we're not here to talk about my addiction to nicotine. We're here to talk about my other addictions...

King: He's not thinking what I am thinking is he JR?!

Axe: The BMWF Television Championship title and wrestling.

JR: Does that answer your question King?

King: Whew!

Axe: Tobey you have something of mine that I want back and tonight that Television Title is coming home to it's rightful owner...ME! You may want to think different with your "new" and "devastating" finisher but like I've said it's going to take a lot more than one move to keep me down...I am a pest...that annoying bug that won't leave you alone until it gets what it wants.

Axe: I think you've worn your welcome with that title and let's be honest if I didn't get screwed by a little son of a *bleep* by the name of Tamer in my match against Witherspoon I would still be holding that title. And then to add insult to injury no pun intended I could put on the shelf for a few months before coming back and getting some revenge.

Axe: So Tobey you may think your so great and how that title really suits you and your personality since you consider yourself a movie and Television actor but I think you should make up your mind. Either you wrestle or you act. Personally you suck at both but if you stick with the BMWF get use to being titleless after tonight.

Axe: And if you still think you got a chance of winning...let's hope you trained more than one time. I am ready Tobey...and I hope you got your bags packed and ticket to go over the Border...To Loner's Landing!

(Axe gets off the hood of his GTO and picks up his duffel bag making his way to the entrance of the arena as the scene fades out.)

JR: That is one determined man King.

King: I can definitely see Axe taking the gold home!

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(The camera fades in, as we see Kevin Storm is busy kicking away at a punching bag in his locker room. Michael Bole enters the room.)

Michael: Hey Kevin, could you spare a moment.

(Kevin stops kicking the bag, and walks over to where Michael is)

Kevin: Sure. What did you need?

Michael: Why are you kicking a punching bag?

Kevin: I'm training.

Michael: But it's a punching bag.

Kevin: Yeah, I've always wondered why it's called a punching bag when many people kick it... Besides, I'm not a boxer. But your not here just for that.

Michael: No. I'm here for what you think of your first match against Scott Driggs.

Kevin: Scott Driggs... I've never heard of the name, but he must be pretty good just to be here. However, I have been training for this match. I believe that, with God's help, I can win this match.

Michael: Hey, have you heard that the BMWF has just signed ten new low-carders?

Kevin: Why must you relegate them to low-carders? Are they not good enough to win titles?

Michael: Uh...

Kevin: I believe that they should be shown more respect then what they are getting now by being shoved into "low-card" status.

Michael: Hey, I'm just a reporter.

Kevin: I know, it's not your fault. I'm not blaming you. Now if you will excuse me, I must be going...

Michael: Oh sure. See you later.

Kevin: See you later.

(Kevin Storm leaves the room, as the camera fades to black...)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Nowhere...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kevin Storm

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Savannah, GA...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

Scotty Driggs

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Kevin Storm uses a Yakuza kick on Scotty Driggs.
Kevin Storm uses crescent kick on Scotty Driggs.
A small "Kevin Storm" chant is being started.
Kevin Storm is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kevin Storm whips Scotty Driggs into the ropes.
Kevin Storm goes for a clothesline, but Scotty Driggs counters it with
a crucifix.
Al Johnson counts: One, kickout.
Scotty Driggs goes for a flying axhandle, but Kevin Storm counters it with
a fist to the midsection.
Kevin Storm whips Scotty Driggs into the ropes, but Scotty Driggs reverses it.
Scotty Driggs misses with a shoulderblock.
Kevin Storm hits Scotty Driggs with a Yakuza kick.
Kevin Storm goes for a vertical suplex, but Scotty Driggs slides down his back.
Scotty Driggs goes for a backflip cradle, but Kevin Storm sits down on him.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kevin Storm chops Scotty Driggs.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Kevin Storm.
Scotty Driggs hits Kevin Storm.
Scotty Driggs kicks Kevin Storm.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Scotty Driggs kicks Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm chops Scotty Driggs.
The crowd is starting to get behind Kevin Storm.
Scotty Driggs hits Kevin Storm.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Kevin Storm nails him with a Backdrop Piledriver.
A few fans are cheering on Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm executes the Between Worlds on Scotty Driggs.
A small "Kevin Storm" chant is being started.
Kevin Storm goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is starting to get behind Kevin Storm.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Kevin Storm!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up on Dale in the backstage locker room putting on his shirt. The camera shifts to the left as someone comes pushing through the doorway. By all surprisement it's Bole. Micheal puts the microphone into view and before able to speak is interupted by Dale.)

Dale: You live to make my life hell don't you? I hate people who pester me when I am trying to get ready for something. And it is kind of strange that you show up when I am about to go to the ring.

Bole: I am sorry. Bruiser told me to come give you an interview right now. He wanted me to do it so you can get the feel of interviews. He wanted it to happen before your match.

Dale: I understand. But say sorry to this camera guy now. You could of broken his very expensive equipment. Or worse, you could of hurt him, and cause a lawsuit.

Bole: I didn't mean to. I was in a hurry. I am sorry.

Dale: Now give me the frickin interview.

Bole: I am sure everyone wants to know how you feel about having your very first match.

Dale: I am very excited. I will be able to fulfill my destiny and show off my skills. I have been waiting for this ever since I came here. I understand I am going against Little Geeko. I have no idea who that guy is, but I am sure he will do his best in our match. I am expecting that as he would expect the same from me.

Bole: So your a guy who believes in power at the max and true competitiveness.

Dale: That's right. I believe that my opponents, unless injured, should do their best. Competitiveness is what BMWF is all about as I am sure. I am a very competitive person.

Bole: We understand you have a move called the Bronx Buster? Can you please tell us the move and what it is like.

Dale: Well, I am not sure I should tell you. It would ruin the surprise. Besides I am sure the audience wants to see it in the ring of the Firstar Center in CINCINATTI OHIO! I will tell you what the feeling is like. Think of being in a car wreck. Think of the pressure and pain being put into you body as the car crashes. The whiplashing is injuring your neck and spine. The whole body is in so much agony you can't move. That is what it feels like.

Bole: Wow. I take it you are well prepared for your match?

Dale: Hell yes. I have been training all weekend long and I have been practicing with my brother. I have been ready since the day I was produced. I came out a full two months early. I was completely healthy and I still am.

Bole: Well, you are quite energetic.

Dale: Who wouldn't be before their first match? I mean, people would be stupid if they just stood their huffing and puffing, all tired out, and not ready for their match. That would just be a little over working!

Bole: Are you at all in pain or tired from training and practicing?

Dale: Not enough to affect my match. I am ready for my match with Little Geeko. I am ready to give that dude a match he will never forget.

Bole: Well don't let me hold you from it any longer! Go out there and show us what your made of!

Dale: Oh, I will. Tonight I am looking to make an impact. Oh, and that impact is coming up soon!

(Dale walks off, leaving camera view, and going to his match. The scene fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Parma, Ohio...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Little Geeko

(The "Leave it to Beaver" theme plays as the only wrestler dumber than Eugene and Assassinator combined, Little Geeko, waddles to the ring. He tries to get into the ring, but can't find the front door.)

KING: What? They give morons like Geeko entry music, but they don't give these new guys any?

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Little Geeko uses a ropeburn on Dale Anderson.
Little Geeko runs into the ropes.
Little Geeko hits Dale Anderson with a clothesline.
Little Geeko takes Dale Anderson down with a punch.
Little Geeko executes a facebite on Dale Anderson.
Little Geeko nails Dale Anderson with a chop.
Little Geeko nails Dale Anderson with a facebite.
Little Geeko kicks Dale Anderson.
You could hear a pin drop.
Dale Anderson chops Little Geeko.
A small "Dale Anderson" chant is being started.
Dale Anderson hits Little Geeko.
Dale Anderson executes a scoop slam on Little Geeko.
Dale Anderson sets up Little Geeko on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson hits Little Geeko with a top-rope neckbreaker.
Dale Anderson places Little Geeko on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson executes the Bronx Buster on Little Geeko.
Dale Anderson goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Dale Anderson.

KING: Well, it took Anderson forever to get into the BMWF, but he's on a winning streak!

JR: You sound like you like this kid, King?

KING: I don't like anybody! They're all morons! Even you're a moron, JR!

JR: I beg your pardon!

KING: You can beg all you want to...

JR We'll be right back!

>>>
 
(The words ‘Earlier Tonight’ scrolls along the bottom right-hand corner of the screen. The night sky has now covered a blanket of darkness across Cincinnati, Ohio and the stars were now looking down at the state that decided George Bush’s fate. The parking lot is now getting quite full with all kinds of automobiles ranging from your traditional car to motorbikes, pick-up trucks and even mopeds! Suddenly, the sound of an engine roaring can be heard and then the screech of rubber against concrete, a silver Ferrari 360 comes to a halt in a parking space. The engine becomes silent. The door opens and out steps the returning “Rock Star” Tai Hashi. Tai is wearing a black BMWF t-shirt with green cargo pants. He has his Lonsdale gym bag slung over his shoulder. Tai takes a sniff of the Cincinnati air.)
 
Tai Hashi: “It’s great to be back here again! Back in the BMWF.”
 
(Tai walks out of view but suddenly we hear him off camera.)
 
Tai Hashi: “Ahh *bleep* I forgot something.”
 
(Tai turns back into camera view, sticks the keys into the back door of the car and then pulls out his electric guitar. He wraps it around him, closes the door, locks it and walks back out of view. We hear him muttering to himself out of camera view.)
 
Tai Hashi: “You never know when it may come in handy.”
 
(The scene fades to black.)

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(A rental car pulls up and Donnie MacPhearson gets out of the driver's side. He goes to the trunk and pulls out Dizi's bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He slams the trunk shut and waits for a minute. Finally he goes to the passenger's side door and opens it. Dizi looks at her brother and sneezes.)

Donnie: C'mon Diz. Let's find your locker room and get you settled in.

Dizi: I don't feel good. (sneezes again)

Donnie: I know. But you've got to defend your title against Spirit this week.

(Dizi climbs out of the car and trails after her brother.)

Donnie: Now, I know you don't feel well, but you've got to stay focused tonight.

Dizi: (sneezes) Okay.

Donnie: Your match isn't until later, so you just rest until it's time.

Dizi: (sneezes) Okay.

Donnie: I'll get you some chicken soup, that'll help.

Dizi: (sneezes) With Ritz crackers?

Donnie: Of course.

Dizi: (sneezes) You never say 'Bless you' when I sneeze.

Donnie: Bless you.

Dizi: (sneezes) Too little, too late.

(The siblings disappear down the hall as the camera FADES.)

(The scene opens up in the Bedlam backstage interview area, “The Rock Star” Tai Hashi is drinking a bottle of water as Slim Jim Sullivan straightens the remaining hair on his balding head. Slim realises the camera is now rolling and starts speaking towards the camera.)
 
Slim Jim Sullivan: “I am standing next to ‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi, the former Light-Heavyweight Champion made his return to the BMWF last week. Tonight, he gets his return match against Larry Flinn.”
 
(Slim Jim turns towards The Rock Star who puts his water bottle down on the floor, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins at Slim.)
 
Slim Jim Sullivan: “Tai Hashi, firstly, welcome back to the BMWF. Do you think there’ll be any ring rust tonight as you’ve been out of the ring for so long?”
 
Tai Hashi: “I will answer your question, Slim, but I won’t answer it right now, there’s something I need to do and that is…CINCINNATI, OHIO….
 
The Crowd and Tai Hashi in unison: … “YOU ROCK!”
 
(Loud cheers from the Cincinnati crowd in attendance.)
 
Tai Hashi: “Now back to the question about ring rust.  I’m facing Larry Flinn; basically, even Foonaki can beat him with ring rust…I’m not Foonaki…and I don’t have any ring rust. I’m not saying this is going to be an easy encounter but what I’m saying is that it’s Larry Flinn, when was the last time this guy won a match? He is basically unknown in the world of wrestling, who on God’s green Earth has a poster of Larry Flinn? No one. Who on God’s green Earth has a poster of Tai Hashi? Well, The Hashi Army certainly have. Just so you remember Slim, The Hashi Army is the name for the legion of Tai Hashi fans all over the world.  Are there any members of The Hashi Army in attendance tonight?”
 
(About three-quarters of the crowd cheer loudly and raise whatever Tai Hashi sign they have.)
 
Slim Jim Sullivan: “Well, the next question was going to be do you still think your fans, or The Hashi Army, will still be behind you after such a lengthy absence, but I guess it’s been answered.  So I’ll go onto my next question, what’s next for Tai Hashi now that you’re back in the BMWF?”
 
Tai Hashi: “What’s next? More battered opponents, more electrified and mesmerised fans, a much louder Hashi Army as you can tell and also more Championships in the Hashi camp! DIG THAT!”
 
(Tai walks away from camera view as Slim Jim talks to the camera.)
 
Slim Jim Sullivan: “The Rock Star makes his return match to BMWF later tonight against Larry Flinn!”
 
(The scene fades away.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Huntington Beach, California...
Weighing in at 248 pounds...

"The One Winged Angel" Shodan

KING: Has this guy flown the coop already?

LILLY: His opponent...
From Denver, CO...
Weighing in at 222 pounds...

Too Bold Stupido

(To the tune of the old Too Cold Scorpio theme)

PA: TOO BOLD...STUPIDO!
TOO BOLD...STUPIDO!
TOO BOLD...STUPIDO!
TOO BOLD...STUPIDO!


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Too Bold Stupido executes an enzuigiri on Shodan.
Too Bold Stupido goes for a flying cross body press, but Shodan
counters it with a powerslam.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
A small "Shodan" chant is being started.
Shodan runs into the ropes.
Too Bold Stupido executes spinning headscissors on Shodan.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Too Bold Stupido goes for a somersault splash, but Shodan rolls out of the way.
Shodan hits Too Bold Stupido with a dropkick.
Shodan runs into the ropes.
Shodan goes for a flying lariat, but Too Bold Stupido ducks out of the way.
Too Bold Stupido nails Shodan with a flying cross body press.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Too Bold Stupido gives the sign for the 450 Splash.
Too Bold Stupido executes the 450 Splash on Shodan.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Too Bold Stupido!

KING: I think Shodan is the wingless angel now! HA HA!

JR: We'll be right back!

J.R.:  Welcome back to Bedlam folks, we’ve just gotten word that Cheri Runnels is standing by backstage with former BMWF TV champion Howitzer, and they’re…?  Where?
 
King:  What the HECK are they doing out there?
 
J.R.:  Well folks I apologize, Cheri and Howitzer are NOT backstage, Howitzer is giving THIS interview from the crowd!
 
King:  Not a good idea!  You see how the Reds and Bengals play, J.R.??  Cincinnati’s loserville!  It might rub off on the Bengal tiger if he hangs out with these people too long!
 
J.R.:  King, you are ridiculous…let’s throw it over to Cheri Runnels, who is standing by with Howitzer, from the crowd here in the Firstar Center!
 
(The camera feed switches to Cheri Runnels, dressed in a short pleated skirt and a denim bikini top, standing next Howitzer with a microphone.  Howitzer is out of his street clothes and is already in his wrestling gear.  His tiger stripe and heavy chain tattoos stand out sharply on his torso.  He has his hands on his hips, and a big smile is on his face.  The crowd around him is jumping up and down, pumping their fists and cheering wildly.  Dozens of people are patting Howitzer on the back.)
 
Cheri:  Well I guess my first question, Howitzer, is why are we doing this interview in the middle of the crowd?
 
HOWITZER:  Because, Cheri, I may live in Chicago now, but I was born and raised in CINCINNATI, O-HI-O!!
 
(The crowd erupts with civic pride, and every fan in camera range gets to his or her feet.)
 
HOWITZER:  So before I say anything else, THANKS FOR HAVIN’ ME… BACK… HOME!!!
 
(The crowd gets even louder and starts chanting Howitzer’s name.  King cuts in off-camera.)
 
King:  Born in Cincinnati, lives in Chicago, Lily announces he’s from Chicago…who does this guy think he is, Chris Benoit?
 
HOWITZER:  So first off, I wanted to give this interview right in the middle of the people who live in the Queen City!!  AND…there’s another reason I don’t feel like doin’ this backstage, besides the fact that if you start harassing me sexually again, Cheri, I’ve got the entire paid crowd as witnesses.  That reason is this:  “Backstage” might as well be code for “a good place to get jumped” here in the BMWF.  Specifically, a good place for a yellow CHEAT named William Black to smash me over the head with a liquor bottle before my match with his fellow Family man, Ryan Fajita.
 
Cheri:  I think his name’s Ryushi –
 
HOWITZER:  SWEET PEACHES IN MAMA’S HOT COBBLER, CHERI!!  I DON’T CARE WHAT HIS NAME IS!!
 
(The crowd pops big at the insult.)
 
Cheri:  So you’re out here to avoid an attack by The Family. 
 
HOWITZER:  Well now Cheri, I didn’t say that, exactly.  I’m out here to avoid an ambush from William Black.  I don’t know about The Family.  Do they let each other fight their own battles if there’s a legitimate beef?  Or are they gonna throw any sense of honor die-RECTLY in the crapper and gang up on me?  I like to think that Lowedown knows I don’t have a problem with him, or Rikishi Frappucino for that matter.  This is between Willie and myself.
 
Cheri:  Well let’s talk about Rikishi…Ryushi Fujita.  Last week in his return to Bedlam, he said before the match began that he hoped you were taking notes.  Did you heed his advice?
 
(Howitzer’s brow furrows as if he’s trying to remember something.  He answers Cheri’s question is a distracted voice at first.)
 
HOWITZER:  Oh yeah…yeah, notes…I was taking notes.  Where’d…where’d I put them…
 
(Howitzer starts patting himself down as though he’s looking for the notes in a hidden pocket or something.  Suddenly his head snaps up, his eyes wide and mischievous.)
 
HOWITZER:  That’s right, I forgot!!  I DID takes notes…and then I wiped my dog’s @$$ with ‘em!!  Fajita, was I supposed to be IMPRESSED with your match last week?  Was I supposed to be QUAKING in my BOOTS??  Hey Rye – you beat a guy named “El Pansio!”  Now, I ain’t much good at speaking el español, but I’m pretty sure his name doesn’t mean “tough guy.”  Eh?  Eh?  You know?  Huh?  You had a two-minute snoozer against a jobber.  Oh boy!  I’ll bet Master Z was ready to just march on down to the ring and surrender his World Title right then and there!  Please.
 
Cheri:  I don’t know Howitzer, if you keep talking like this, The Family might just decide to take it personally.
 
HOWITZER (looks all around at the Firstar Center crowd):  Well if they do, Cheri…then everybody here in CINCINNATI has GOT MY BACK!!!
 
(The crowd’s cheering becomes defeaning.)
 
HOWITZER:  Ryan Fajita – it’s time
 
(The crowd joins in.)
 
HOWITZER & CROWD:  TO LATHER UP AND SHAVE YOUR @$$!!!
 
Cheri:  Sounds like Howitzer and this crowd are ready to go!  Back to you guys!
 
(The camera feed goes back to J.R. and the King.)
 
King:  Howitzer’s thisclose to crossing the line, J.R.!  The Family can’t be happy with that interview!
 
J.R.:  Well you had to know that Howitzer isn’t going to back down from anybody!  Folks, that match is later on tonight on Bedlam, we’ll be right back!

>>>

(Michael Bole walks around the backstage area like usual as he searches for someone to pester. He looks around the refreshments area in curiosity but no superstar is around. As he begins to walk away he turns right into the body of “The Complete Package” Nate Adams. Michael looks at Nate in the eyes then backs up a bit. Nate has on a pair of training pants and a black sleeveless shirt revealing his muscles. His hair is gelled up in a spiked manner as well.)
 
Michael: Nate Adams?
 
Nate: Last time I checked that was my name Mike.
 
Michael: You really are a piece of art…
 
(Nate smiles at Michael.)
 
Nate: Already hitting on me are ya’?
 
Michael: That wasn’t intended Nate, I was just admiring your physique.
 
Nate: Well I guess I’m used to that. I mean, everyone would love to have a body like this but hell, I haven’t seen any of these fans from Ohio with it.
 
(The fans boo at the statement but some cheer at the fact that Ohio was mentioned.)
 
Nate: God, the moment I state a fact I’m booed by you all, why is this?
 
Michael: I’m not too sure Nate but some did cheer.
 
Nate: Yeah, all these guys are jealous of me whether they’d like to think it or not. The girls say to themselves “I wish I had a man like that” as the guys say “Where does he work out?”
 
Michael: Where do you work out?
 
Nate: (Laughing) No need for me to tell you Mike, you’re nearly hopeless to help.
 
Michael: (Frowning) Ok…could I ask you a few questions Nate?
 
Nate: Go ahead and shoot, I know you’re just dieing to know about ‘the complete Package’.
 
Michael: Well first off I guess I’ll ask you about the fed. How do you like it? Is the BMWF your big chance?
 
Nate: I can’t lie to you, the place seems like it has potential to be a good home for a guy like me. The only down part in my mind is actually the traveling. Of course I like to go to new places but not to places like Cincinnati Ohio. This is like a black hole that sucked out all the fun. No good places to actually go.
 
(Nate gets a boo from the crowd as they show anger toward his statement.)
 
Nate: Shut up you wannabes!
 
Michael: Wannabes?
 
Nate: You heard me right Michael, wannabes. They are all booing because they know that they will never and could never be Nate Adams. Now about your other question, is this my big chance? You see, my big chance will not be tonight for sure. How can I show anything off in a town that churns butter? Next to that I don’t even have a match here, what is this?
 
(Michael shrugs)
 
Nate: What it is is jealousy. That’s right, jealousy. The board of directors and Bruiser himself are jealous of what I have. They see me and wish that they were me. With that in mind they figured that they’d punish me for my perfect physique by not giving me a match.
 
Michael: Ok, I guess that makes sense…in a way. My next question is actually about some of our superstars. Who do you find the best here? Who makes you angry? Who do you see working with?
 
Nate: There’s a good one. The best here at the moment in my mind is Master Z. The guy is our champion for GOSH that must mean something. When I say for the moment I mean that once I get a match from those jealous folk I’ll be ranked up with the best you guys have. The thing about people angering me is that I’m OK with everyone here at the moment. We’ll see how that goes but for now, I’m just fine. Now who do I see working with? TOBEY MILIKEN! Tobey is a real superstar here who isn’t afraid to show off a mean side.
 
Michael: Well that is….
 
Nate: You know what Michael, I don’t care. I have better things to do then talk to a guy from in-stink.
 
(With that said Nate starts walking away toward a woman standing around. He stops near her and starts to talk to her as Michael looks on in sadness. Michael had been trying to talk to her earlier but she ignored him. The scene then fades out.)

ON YOUR FEET!

YOUR BMWF HERO'S HAVE ARRIVED!

(A series of explosions rock the stage as golden
sparks rain down from the rafters on both sides of the
entrance. The BruiserTron shows highlights from
pervious Cash matches to the hammering beats of
Eminem's " Monkey See, Monkey Do." Stepping out onto
the stage is the BMWF Hero, the Super Megastar of
Professional Wrestling, the REAL King of Bling, and
all around good guy Cash Flo. Wearing his gold plated
sunglasses, a pair of dark green tights with gold
colored knee braces, black boots, and gold colored
grappling gloves, Cash looks simply Flo-tastic! To his
right is Mr. Flawless. Dark hair pulled back into a
pony tail, Flawless appears wearing dark red tights,
black arm and kneepads, and has his hands tapped up to
his elbows. Unlike in pervious engagements, he looks
more serious. Behind them is Skiz " The Skizo" Skizzy.
He's wearing a pair of jeans and a hatchet man
t-shirt.)

(Strutting like the men they believe they are, Cash
Flo and Flawless head to the ring while little Skiz
waves at the fans behind them, completely out of
character. Reaching the ring, Cash takes his time
climbing the stairs, since he doesn't want to rob the
world of his awe-inspiring intro. Flawless on the
other hand, enters the ring with the assistance of
Skiz. While Cash posses on the ring post, Flawless
starts to pose in the center of the ring, while Skiz
waves at the fans from his perch on the ropes. Cash
gestures for a mic. Once he gets it, the music dies
down and the ranting begins.)

Cash: Last week we witnessed a horrific tragedy here
in the BMWF. My brother and me worked all week on our
Jesus skit. We went out and rented the costumes and
actually built a cross to make the skit more realistic
and fun for all you Cash-oholics! And for what? JUST
TO HAVE IT GET CENSORED by the powers that be! And
that simply sucks!

Flawless: Sucks!

Cash: Now one might thing having a human waste dumped
on you would be worse, but it isn't. Nothing hurts a
real actor like me than having something he worked on
is edited from the show, knowing how much the fans
that night, in the arena, loved the skit!

Flawless: Loved!

Cash: (Shrugs) Oh well, I suppose I'll just move on.
Tonight I have a few special announcements to make.
First up and about to be severely slapped back to the
Stone Age is a guy called Silver Spoon.

Flawless: That's Witherspoon.

Cash: Don't speak Flawless. You of all people should
know you never EVER interrupt the King of Bling! To
the world at large, he may be called Witherspoon, but
to me he's nothing but a Silver Spoon wedged tightly
in the clinched butt crack of an angry water buffalo!
Now let me ask you a question, what kind of name is
Witherspoon anyway? I mean is it a question? Is he
asking the masses if we wither use a spoon or fork?
What! Come on, inquiring minds would really, really,
really like to know Silver Spoon! But the question I
really want to have answered is this, WHO IN THE HELL
ARE YOU, REALLY? I don't even know who you are except
a new thorn in my Flo-tastic side! Here's some advice
for your son, how about you mind your own damn
business before I hop down to your level, that's
jobber for those wondering, and kick the living hell
out of your pathetic @$$! And that you can take to the
bank.

Flawless: Amen.

Cash: Whose next on the list Flawless?

Flawless: I believe its Kolic.

Cash: Cool, Captain Christian! Now I will give you
props for a good match last Monday kid, but that
didn't stop the Cash-rific Flo laying your @$$ out. We
may have both been counted out, but everyone knows
that it was only a matter of time before Cash got the
1-2-3.

Flawless: True. Cash, if he's a goody-goody Christian
then why is he hanging out with his personal Mary,
Kate Green?

Cash: Good question man. Kolic, who exactly is Kate
Green? Having tasted her and a countless other hotties
all over this Flo-tastic planet, I can honestly say
that Kate Green is a freak! Which leads me to wonder
why Captain Christian is hanging out with a freak?
Hmmmm. Something tells me that you're a SINNER!
SINNER!

(Boos)

Cash: Next Flawless?

Flawless: Your favorite Monkey, Tobey Be Milkin'.

Cash: Why do we keep hounding this kid Flawless? I
don't seriously don't understand why we are playing
his sorry @$$ games. I mean, he is just down right
lame! I'm the King of Bling and he's the Queen of
Lame. His promos are weak and his wrestling skills are
utterly abysmal. What does he have that I don't?

Flawless: Money?

Cash: SHHHH, I got that in spades.

Flawless: Hollywood connections?

Cash: You mean access to a director's who work for
peanuts making films nobody wants to see? Hell, he can
keep that crap. What does someone like me want to
socialize with that sort of riff raff?

Flawless: Cars?

Cash: Don't even go there Flawless.

(They both laugh.)

Flawless: The TV title?

Cash: That's it. The one thing he has that makes my
skin crawl with envy. Not because I really really want
the title, but because it makes me sick knowing
someone as talent less as he has it. Not just that,
because he has the NERVE to call himself the greatest
TV champion of all time when the whole world knows
that Mr. Showtime was that!

Flawless: Mr. Showtime?

Cash: You remember him right? He was one of the boys
in your ultra pitiable stable, Prime Time. Now him and
me never crossed paths, but I respected what he could
do in and out of the ring. This Tobey Suck @$$ hasn't
done a damn thing to impress me except steal attacks
from other people.

Flawless: He claims you stole that attack we did to
him last last week.

Cash: BUT WE HAD A LOBSTER SQUEEZE HIS NIBBLETS!!!
That's the original twist. What did he do besides
blast me with his favorite drink?

Flawless: What?

Cash: Austin likes beer, so he shot people with beer.
Right? Kurt Dangle loves milk and so blasted people
with milk. Tobey shoots waste, what does that tell you
Flawless?

Flawless: You make a very good point.

Cash: Of course I do, I'M CASH FLO!!! I always make
good points. The best damn points Flawless! The only
ones that really freakin' matter in this fed.

(Boos)

Cash: SHUT UP YOU NOBODIES!!! How can people be so
damn cold Flawless? Trying to steal the shine from the
two brightest stars in this federation on national
television! What are they, brain dead retards like
Tobey Be Milkin? Come on Flawless, we got things to
do.

Flawless: Cool; besides the stench of these losers is
affecting my nose!

(The music hits as Skiz helps the two men out of the
ring. As they head up the ramp, a fan dumps a beer on
Cash Flo. Cash immediately jumps the rail and starts
to fight with the fan. Two other fan's jump in to help
the beer dumper and all hell is breaking lose.
Flawless and Skiz jump the rail next and now an all
out brawl is breaking out.)

JR: Look at that King!

King: They hate him.

(Security guards quickly rush over to the wrestler's
aid, locking the unruly fans in headlocks and ushering
them out. Skiz, Flawless, and Cash hope back over and
finish going up the ramp. Reaching the top, Cash faces
the fans and flips them a bird.)

>>>

 
(Brodie walks through the backstage area, her black duffel bag slung over her left shoulder. It is obvious that she has a bit of a hop in her walk as she turns the corner and heads down the hallway. She walks just a bit down the hall, shaking her head to her headphones, before she runs into Cherri Runnels. Brodie jumps back a few inches and removes her headphones.)
 
Brodie: Oh, my apologies Cherri. You startled me.
 
Cherri: Sorry, my fault. What are you doing anyway?
 
Brodie: Oh, I just got here and I was listening to some music. Are you okay? I didn’t scare you when I came in?
 
Cherri: No, I’m fine. But –
 
Brodie: You want to interview me, right?
 
Cherri: No, actually I was looking for one of the new recruits but I can’t find him. Have you seen anyone when you came in?
 
Brodie: Can’t say I have but I was too busy listening to Annie Lennox to notice anyone.
 
Cherri: I can tell.
 
Brodie: Yeah. I’m a big fan of her earlier work, I mean I like her solo albums and all but I don’t think that they capture of the old Eurhythmics albums. Don’t you agree?
 
Cherri: I guess. But seriously you haven’t seen anyone back here?
 
Brodie: Can’t say I have but I was too busy listening to Annie Lennox to notice anyone.
 
Cherri: You said that already.
 
Brodie: I did? Really?
 
Cherri: Yep.
 
Brodie: Imagine that. Anyway, have fun and if you see Shodan ask him why the crowds are cheering him on more than me, ok?
 
Cherri: I will, if I see him.
 
Brodie: Thanks. And watch the Women’s title match tonight, I guarantee it will be a night to remember. I bit smelly I might add.
 
Cherri: Oh my gosh what do you have planned?
 
Brodie: (Grinning.) You’ll see.
 
(close.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi

(‘Remedy’ by Cold begins to blast throughout the Firstar Center. The fans in attendance, especially The Hashi Army, jump onto their feet and hold up their signs. ‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi strolls out on stage with his trademark grin spread across his face and his guitar wrapped around him. He holds the guitar up in the air as the crowd cheer.)
 
JR: “Tai Hashi may have been absent from the BMWF for a few months but the fans certainly haven’t lost their appreciation for the fan favourite.”
 
(Tai Hashi walks down the ramp, slapping the fans hands on the way down. Then he climbs the steel steps and walks along the ringside. Tai pulls of his BMWF t-shirt and throws it into the crowd; they begin scrambling for it like vultures scavenging food. Tai climbs into the ring, places his guitar at ringside and awaits the bell.) 

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Larry Flinn

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Tai Hashi whips Larry Flinn into the ropes, but Larry Flinn reverses it.
Tai Hashi takes Larry Flinn down with a jumping knee.
Tai Hashi takes Larry Flinn down with straight kick.
The crowd is going "We want Bart Farinus !".
Tai Hashi uses a bulldog on Larry Flinn.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
Tai Hashi is met with a "Tai Hashi sucks" chant.
Tai Hashi goes for a bulldog, but Larry Flinn counters it with a back suplex.
Larry Flinn is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Larry Flinn locks Tai Hashi in a half Boston crab.
Tai Hashi is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tai Hashi manages to grab the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Larry Flinn whips Tai Hashi into the ropes.
Tai Hashi nails Larry Flinn with a jumping knee.
Tai Hashi is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, kickout.
Tai Hashi hits a stiff karate kick to the head on Larry Flinn.
Tai Hashi uses straight kick on Larry Flinn.
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Larry Flinn hits Tai Hashi with an elbow.
Larry Flinn is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Larry Flinn whips Tai Hashi into the ropes.
Tai Hashi hits Larry Flinn with a shoulderblock.
Tai Hashi covers Larry Flinn.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Tai Hashi nails Larry Flinn with toe kick.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.

KING: I thought they bought enough hot dogs and cold ones during the Cash Flo promo!

JR: Tai Hashi hits Larry Flinn with a stiff karate kick to the head.
Tai Hashi hits Larry Flinn with straight kick.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
Tai Hashi is met with a "Tai Hashi sucks" chant.
Tai Hashi attempts to place Larry Flinn on the turnbuckle, but Larry Flinn
blocks it.
Tai Hashi hits a stiff karate kick to the head on Larry Flinn.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Tai Hashi!

JR: Tai Hashi has returned and he’s defiantly not lost his flare!
 
(Tai rolls out of the ring; he’s hardly broken a sweat in this match. Tai grabs his guitar from ringside and also a microphone. As his music dies down Tai rolls into the ring and awaits some quiet from the crowd.)
 
Tai Hashi: “There is something that you people, The Hashi Army, have not seen in a long time. The Rock Star is back, and so…is…THIS!”
 
(Tai smashes the electric guitar over the head of Larry Flinn. Shrapnel flies off the guitar as it smashes Flinn’s skull, Flinn falls to the floor in a heap as Tai Hashi raises the arm of the remaining segments of the guitar in the air. Finally, he throws that into the crowd and leaves.)

JR: We'll be right back!

(Suddenly "Cherry Lips" by Garbage starts to play over the sound system. As the vocals start, the curtain separates and a figure appears in its place. Out steps Brodie Manson, wearing a black t-shirt that reads “Captain Brodie” in silver writing and a pair of black angel wings. She stands on the stage looking out and acknowledging the groups of people that are cheering her.)
 
JR: Well this sure is unexpected, isn’t it King?
 
King: Yes, but it is a welcome interruption JR! It’s Captain Brodie coming to the ring! We should salute her!
 
JR: Yes, King, it will be Team Brodie versus Team Dizi at Survival.
 
King: And I bet she looks better in Military uniform than Lowedown!
 
(Brodie makes her way down the ramp and shakes a few of the fans hands on her way. She climbs up the steps and walks along the apron, waving to more of members of the audience. She finally climbs in between the ropes and walks to the center and receives a microphone from the stage crew.)
 
Brodie: Hello my darlings, how wonderful it is to be in Cincinnati! How great it is to be in the Rock and Roll Capital of the world! Or is that Cleveland? Hmm, anyway all I know is that it is so refreshing to see such a better-looking crowd than Snores-ville, Michigan!
 
King: Haha! Snores-ville!
 
JR: It wasn’t that funny, King.
 
Brodie: No, I’m just playing Michigan rocks, but not like you guys. Am I right?
 
(Crowd cheers.)
 
Brodie: Alright enough with this cheesy introduction. How many of you guys are absolutely stoked for Survival?! Now tell me honestly, I’ve overheard some talk of the show and I can tell you this is going to be one heck of a night!
 
(The crowd erupts into louder cheers.)
 
JR: That’s true King, it is going to be a historic night.
 
King: Stoked?
 
JR: What’s that, King?
 
King: She said ‘stoked’ what does that mean?
 
JR: I dunno must be some of that hippity-hop lingo that kids today are so into. You know like ‘tyte’ and ‘playa’.
 
King: True.
 
Brodie: Yes, I mean there’s going to be teams led by Master Z, Lowedown, and Hardcore Harry! You might as well warn the people in front of you that you’re going to whizz in their head just thinking about it! But let me take the focus of our men and onto the women! As you can see I have come out here to support my team (she points to her t-shirt) and help ensure victory at the pay per view. That also means I should be thinking about my team. My first candidate is Flame, you guys know her I’m sure.
 
(The crowd, primarily that men, explode into deafening cheers.)
 
Brodie: Calm down, she’s married boys. Or at least I think she is, I’m not quite sure she about her relationship with Lowedown. Anyway, she’s a former women’s champion, has managed the World Champion many times and is one of the fieriest redheads I’ve ever seen. I think she’d be great for my team. Alright, next is Judge Moody. Any thoughts?
 
(The cheer quickly become strident boos.)
 
Brodie: I thought so. She deliberately disrespected Dizi and her brother and has numerously caused emotional and physical pain on the both of them. She is one of the crabbiest, meanest, malicious, violent, short-tempered woman that I’ve ever seen wear a judges robe.  That’s why I think she is another perfect for the job. She’s also held the Women’s Title multiple times. The next on my little list here is a tramp that goes by the name of Spirit, what do you guys think?
 
(Once again, the men in the crowd burst into rowdy cheers.)
 
Brodie: Oh please don’t cheer that trashy piece of used jewelry on; she really isn’t worth the BMWF’s precious television time. As far as I can tell, this woman is short-tempered like Moody but she is also a dirty, conniving, two-faced little skank and I hope a safe falls directly on her head. And during her match later tonight please feel free to throw all of your leftover garbage at her, I’m sure she would appreciate it. I sure hope Dizi can handle her because she sure as heck isn’t going to be on my team. So I guess all I have left is Jacklyn J.
 
King: She really hates Spirit doesn’t she?
 
JR: Seems so, but do you really care?
 
King: Not really, it makes the catfights so much better. MEOW!
 
(The crowd continues to cheer.)
 
Brodie: The kung fu-masta! (Brodie strikes a karate pose) Heeeya!!! …Anyway, so she seems to be a good contender, given her background. She’s from Germany so you know she’s going to be stern, and I like that. I know I left off the new WWFE women, but I could care less which ones I get. I think Dizi feels the same. I guess it doesn’t really matter because Team Brodie will win right?
 
(The crowd cheers.)
 
Brodie: Thank you and goodnight!
 
(“Cherry Lips” plays and Brodie returns the microphone to the stagehand and exits the ring.)
 
King: I almost forgot about the new girls! Who are they, again?
 
JR: Kim Gail, Nittia…
 
King: Woo hoo!
 
JR: …and Dazz.
 
King: Ugh. Well 2/3 aint bad. And we can’t forget Francine, YAH! What a night Survival is going to be!

>>>

(Flawless is sitting on a couch with Skizzy, when
there is a knock at the door.)

Skizzy: Come!

Flawless: (Jumping to his feet) Come? Are you freakin'
crazy? You don't just say come to a complete stranger,
not when you've managed to anger half the freakin'
federation Skiz! What if the person knocking is an
enemy?

Skizzy: Why would they knock?

Flawless: I suppose you got a point.

(In comes Bole.)

Flawless: Bole? What do you want?

Bole: (Looks at his watch) What do I want? How about
my interview with Cash Flo? He booked me for a one on
one for his match with Ash tonight and he no shows!

Flawless: No shows? That's insane. He would never pass
up an opportunity to boast about himself.

Bole: Where is he?

Flawless: He's been here all night.

Bole: (Looking around) Where is he?

Flawless: Toilet.

Bole: What?

Flawless: Yeah. I think that attack by Tobey is
finally taking affect on his Flo-tastic immune system.
Ever since we finished that promo, he's been in there.

Bole: Is he all right?

Flawless: Don't know. I'm sure the Taco Bell we had
before we got here didn't help things much.

(You can hear some nasty POOTing going on in the
background, followed by someone screaming.)

Bole: Nasty.

Flawless: You don't even know the half of it dude.

Cash: (Off camera, voice muffled) SKIZ!!!

Skizzy: Yeah?

Cash: Toilet Paper. Now! And Bring me another
magazine! This is going to be a long damn night! Who
you guys talking to out there?

Bole: It's me, Michael Bole!

Cash: Cool. You still want to interview me? I can
speak through the door!

Bole: A comment is all I need!

Cash: Cool. (POOTing) Ah man! This sucks! This is how
I felt after watching Tobey Be Milkin' win his
television title! I feel like I've let lose everything
but my brains! (More POOTing) Oops, there they go! Oh,
the interview! Give me a second.

Bole: Take five. Uh, back to you JR!

>>>

("Victory" blasts throughout the arena as Master Z emerges from behind the curtain. Master Z walks down the entrance ramp witht he World Title proudly strapped around his waist.)

JR: What is Master Z doing out here?

KING: He obviously has something to say and it's in your best interest to listen, JR!

(Master Z continues to walk down to the ring and enter. Master Z is tossed a microphone from the outside. He stands not speaking for several moments soaking in all the boos from the unhappy audience.)

Master Z: I don't get it! Why would you people boo the man who made this federation what it is today? Why would you boo Master Z? Without me, this federation would be nothing but nap time!

JR: THese fans really hate Master Z! Listen to them booing!

Master Z: Do you expect your loved Lowedown and his stupid little "family" to come out here and try to do something about my title reign? It's not going to happen! Lowedown has nothing on me!

KING: It's true JR! Master Z dominates!

Master Z: As a matter of fact, why don't we just bring Lowedown out here right now!

(The crowd cheers.)

Master Z: Hey Lowedown! I know you're sitting in back watching me speak! Come out here, punk! I'm calling you out!

JR: Lowedown hasn't even arrived at the arena yet, King!
KING: How do you know?

Master Z: As you can see folks, Lowedown is terrified of me! He won't even come out here and discuss our differences like civilized men!

JR: THere's nothing civilized about Master Z!

Master Z: Lowedown is a coward! I call him out and he doesn't show! How can you even want to see any title around that waist of his? Don't you see that Master Z is the biggest force this federation has ever seen? It is my destiny to wear this title! Not Lowedown!

JR: Lowedown is out in Hollywood filming a cameo in the Rock's newest film "The Monster That Ate Phoenix'.

He isn't here tonight and Master Z is making a mockery of him and his title reigns!

(Master Z shines up the world title before speaking agian.)

Master Z: Lowedown you sorry excuse for a man! I called you out tonight and you chickened out! If you decide you need a whooping you know where to find me!

("Victory" once again plays as Master Z struts back up the ramp. Z disappears behind the curtain with the crowd still booing him loudly.)

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