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

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

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

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

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

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Ravven...
At a total combined weight of 295 pounds...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody
Her partner...
From Brooklyn, NY... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Francine

*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Brodie Manson whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Brodie Manson with a shoulderblock.
Judge Moody locks Brodie Manson in ankle lock.
Brodie Manson inches her way towards the ropes after 12 seconds.
Judge Moody throws Brodie Manson out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, Brodie Manson reenters the ring.
Judge Moody hits a huricanrana on Brodie Manson.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody misses with an elbow.
Brodie Manson hits Judge Moody with a backdrop.
Brodie Manson tags out to Jacklyne J..
Francine enters the ring and throws Brodie Manson out of the ring.
Judge Moody and Francine whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Jacklyne J. with a double elbowsmash, but she counters
it with a duck-down move.
Jacklyne J. hits them with a double clothesline.
Francine enters the ring and lays out Brodie Manson.
Judge Moody and Francine hit Jacklyne J. with a double eye gouge.
Francine leaves the ring.
Judge Moody whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with a backdrop.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. misses with a kick.
Judge Moody smacks Jacklyne J. with a devastating clothesline .
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with an eye gouge.
Judge Moody whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes, but Jacklyne J. reverses it.
Judge Moody smacks Jacklyne J. with a devastating clothesline .
Francine enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Judge Moody and Francine whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double elbowsmash.
Judge Moody and Francine hit Jacklyne J. with a double eye gouge.
Francine leaves the ring.
Judge Moody locks Jacklyne J. in ankle lock.
Jacklyne J. manages to grab the ropes after 5 seconds.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with a snap mare.
Judge Moody uses a dropkick on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody covers Jacklyne J..
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Judge Moody goes for a headbutt, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. hoists Judge Moody high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Jud
ge Moody crashing hard to the mat.
Jacklyne J. hits Judge Moody with a monkey flip.
Jacklyne J. hits a snap suplex on Judge Moody.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. goes for a dropkick, but Judge Moody side-steps and Jacklyne J.
only hits air.
Judge Moody tags out to Francine.
Francine hits Jacklyne J. with an eye gouge.
Francine takes Jacklyne J. down with a hair pull.
Francine throws Jacklyne J. out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,
Jacklyne J. reenters the ring.
Francine goes for a kick to the midsection, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. goes for a monkey flip, but Francine blocks it.
Francine runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. and Francine get hit with a double clothesline.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. hits Francine with a kick.
Jacklyne J. hits Francine with a dropkick.
Jacklyne J. tags out to Brodie Manson.
Judge Moody enters the ring and lays out Jacklyne J..
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Francine and Judge Moody whip Brodie Manson into the ropes.
They hit Brodie Manson with a double fist to the midsection.
Judge Moody leaves the ring.
Francine executes a monkey flip on Brodie Manson.
Francine executes the Evenflow DDT on Brodie Manson.
Francine further incites the crowd.
Francine goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Francine goes for an eye gouge, but Brodie Manson blocks it.
Brodie Manson executes flying headscissors on Francine.
Brodie Manson tags out to Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody enters the ring and lays out Brodie Manson.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Francine and Judge Moody whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double clothesline.
Judge Moody leaves the ring.
Francine goes for a series of slaps, but Jacklyne J. side-steps and Francine
only hits air.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. uses a huricanrana on Francine.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. nails Francine with a bulldog.
Jacklyne J. covers Francine.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Francine hits Jacklyne J. with a clothesline.
Francine goes for an eye gouge, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. uses a dropkick on Francine.
Jacklyne J. goes for a sleeperhold, but Francine counters it with a jawbreaker.
Francine tags out to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody and Francine whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double clothesline.
Francine leaves the ring.
Judge Moody executes a DDT on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody puts Jacklyne J. in ankle lock.
Jacklyne J. makes it to the ropes after 6 seconds.
Judge Moody puts Jacklyne J. in ankle lock.
Jacklyne J. is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Jacklyne J. reaches the ropes after being trapped for 9 seconds.
Judge Moody uses a huricanrana on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody executes a dropkick on Jacklyne J..
Francine enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Judge Moody and Francine whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double backdrop.
Brodie Manson enters the ring and throws Francine out of the ring.
Brodie Manson goes for a bulldog, but Judge Moody counters it with a back suplex
.
Brodie Manson rolls out of the ring.
Jacklyne J. hits the opponent with the 619.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Jacklyne J..
She goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Jacklyne J. goes for a bulldog, but Judge Moody throws her off.
Judge Moody executes a headbutt on Jacklyne J..
Judge Moody takes Jacklyne J. down with a huricanrana.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with a snap mare.
Francine enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Judge Moody and Francine whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double fist to the midsection.
Brodie Manson enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Judge Moody and Francine whip Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
They hit Jacklyne J. with a double backdrop.
Francine leaves the ring.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with an eye gouge.
Judge Moody goes for a headbutt, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. gives the sign for the Code Red.
Jacklyne J. executes the Code Red on Judge Moody.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, Francine doesn't make it in time... three.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Jacklyne J..

*DING DING*

(Slim Jim Sullivan is shown walking backstage, microphone in hand. He's looking a little nervous since he hasn't had any interviews in a while.)

Sullivan: I have got to get an interview this week. It's been too long since I've had some air time.

(As Sullivan frets about getting an interview, he doesn't notice a man walking towards him and collides with him, knocking some papers to the floor.)

(Sullivan crouches down and retrieves the papers, which look to be copies of a signed BMWF contract. He looks them over as he rises and hands them over to the unnamed man.)

Sullivan: Sorry about that. So you're a new guy to the BMWF? I'm Jim Sullivan, what's your name?

(The man stuffs the papers in his back pocket as he answers.)

Roe: Name's Jackson Roe.

(Sullivan extends his hand as if to shake, but Roe just looks disgustedly at him until Sullivan withdraws.)

Sullivan: All right then. Would you mind if I got an interview from you?

Roe: Make it quick.

Sullivan: How do you feel about coming to the BMWF?

(Roe rolls his eyes.)

Roe: Sullivan, I signed the damn contract to work here. What else do you need to know? I'm not going to give you some flowery crap about how it has been my dream like some other guys. It's an opportunity, plain and simple. And I plan to take full advantage of it.

Sullivan: Fair enough, Jackson. How do you feel you can contribute here in the BMWF?

Roe: Are you serious? You consider these interview quality questions? This interview is over, Sullivan, but I will tell you one thing. I didn't come to the BMWF to make friends or pander to the fans. I came here to kick some BLEEP and win some titles. And if you kick enough BLEEP , the titles will certainly follow.

Sullivan: One final question, Jackson. Is there anyone in par...

(Roe just shakes his head and walks away as the scene fades)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
Fighting out of Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Mafioso

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

Achu

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Mafioso goes for a superkick, but Achu ducks out of the way.
Achu goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but Achu blocks it.
Achu punches Mafioso.
The crowd is going "We want Bart Farinus !".
Achu kicks Mafioso.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu hoists Mafioso high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Mafioso
crashing hard to the mat.
Achu hits Mafioso with a chop.
Achu whips Mafioso into the ropes, but Mafioso reverses it.
Achu hits Mafioso with a clothesline.
Achu throws his arms into the air and yells, "AAAGGGHHHH!".
Achu is met with a "Hogan, Hogan,..." chant.
Achu takes Mafioso down with a bodyslam.
Achu sends Mafioso into the turnbuckle.
Achu hits a kick to the midsection on Mafioso.
Achu uses flurry of punches on Mafioso.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu nails Mafioso with a headbutt.
Achu executes a piledriver on Mafioso.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu throws his arms into the air and yells, "AAAGGGHHHH!".
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Achu runs into the ropes.
Mafioso misses with an elbow.
Mafioso hits Achu with a spinebuster.
Mafioso is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso nails Achu with a spinebuster.
Mafioso nails Achu with a reverse neckbreaker.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Mafioso whips Achu into the ropes.
Achu hits Mafioso with an elbow.
Achu throws his arms into the air and yells, "AAAGGGHHHH!".
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Achu hoists Mafioso high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Mafioso
crashing hard to the mat.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Achu executes the Tongan Death Grip on Mafioso.
The crowd is going "We want Bart Farinus !".
Achu goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
Fighting out of Clearwater, Florida...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays over the PA system. Dizi comes out wearing her blue and black ring attire. Donnie, wearing his usual suit, is walking next to her. Dizi wanders down the aisle towards the ring, lightly hitting the fans hands as she does. She stops several times to sneeze.)

(They finally make it to the ring and Dizi rolls in under the bottom rope. Dizi steps on the bottom rope and grabs the top rope with one hand, waving at the crowd with the other. She steps off the ropes and sneezes twice. A few people in the audience shout "Bless you" which brings a huge smile to Dizi's face.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Fighting out of Concord, North Carolina...
Weighing in at 149 pounds...

Spirit

(Once again Garbage’s “Cherry Lips” plays over the public announce system. Both Dizi and Spirit look up towards the stage in wonder. Brodie Manson steps out from behind the curtain and slowly makes her way down the ramp, with a water bottle in her right hand. Spirit glares at Brodie and motions for her to go back.)

JR: Looks like Brodie isn’t welcome here!

King: Spirit better run for the hills!

(Brodie continues down the ramp and arrives down to the ring. She grabs a chair from the Lilly Garcia and takes a seat just in front of the audience. She motions for Dizi and Spirit to continue the match.)

JR: Looks like Brodie is just going to watch this one.

King: It’s a good idea; it gets into the head of your opponent, hope Spirit keeps an eye on her.

JR: Well, maybe Brodie wants to bury the hatchet with Spirit.

*DING DING*

(The bell sounds and Dizi and Spirit lock up in the center of the ring. They each try to force the other back into the corner, Dizi finally pushes Spirit back, breaking the hold. Dizi holds up her hand, then sneezes. Then sneezes again. She sneezes a third time.)

King: Dizi had better be careful or she's going to blow her brains out!

JR: I'm not sure she should be wrestling in her condition.

(Dizi goes over to the ropes and leans through. Donnie hands her a tissue and she takes a minute to blow her nose. Spirit turns and starts to yell at the referee who makes a 'what am I supposed to do' gesture. Dizi hands the used tissue back to Donnie who immediately drops it.)

King: Eeewwww.

(Dizi turns back to Spirit and gestures that she's ready to continue. A waistlock takedown by Dizi puts Spirit on the mat where Dizi applies a hammerlock. A few people in the front row applaud. Dizi releases her hold and stands up smiling at the crowd. She turns her back to Spirit and waves out to the fans.)

Dizi chops Spirit.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dizi.
Dizi hits Spirit.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dizi.
Dizi chops Spirit.
A few fans are cheering on Dizi.
Dizi goes for armlock, but Spirit counters it with a go-behind.
Spirit goes for armlock, but Dizi counters it with a go-behind.

(Spirit whips Dizi into the ropes and follows it with a running clothesline that sends Dizi over the top. Spirit slides out after Dizi. Spirit then picks Dizi up and bounces her head off of the ringsteps before sliding her back inside the ring and
going in after her.)

JR: Ouch! Spirit must be taking all of her frustrations from Brodie out on Dizi!
KING: Poor Dizi!

(Spirit then picks Dizi up and Bodyslams her in the middle of the ring. Spirit bounces off the ropes and drops an Elbow across Dizi's throat. She hooks the leg and goes for the pin.)

JR: Nice Elbow Drop from Spirit. Spirit hooks the leg. The champ's in trouble.

One! Two! Kickout!
KING: That was close!

JR: Dizi puts Spirit in a wristlock.
Spirit gets ahold of the ropes after 7 seconds.
Dizi executes a dropkick on Spirit.
Dizi is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, kickout.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Spirit with a shoulderblock.
Dizi goes for a high kick, but Spirit blocks it.
Spirit goes for a clothesline, but Dizi counters it with a crucifix.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.

(Dizi whips Spirit into the ropes, catching her with a clothesline as Spirit bounces off the ropes. Spirit hits the canvas hard.)

JR: What a clothesline! Dizi almost took Spirit's head off with that one!

(Dizi moves behind Spirit and executes a series of back suplexes.)

JR: A back suplex by Dizi! She's not letting go! Another!

King: Spirit's head is bouncing off the mat like a tennis ball!

(Dizi executes a final back suplex releasing this one.)

JR: The question now is whether Dizi is going to be able to capitalize on the situation.

(Dizi climbs to her feet, smiles and waves at the audience. Then she sneezes.)

King: No, the question is, whether Dizi is going to remember she's in a match.

JR: Dizi takes Spirit down with a snapmare.
Dizi nails Spirit with a high kick.
A small "Dizi" chant is being started.
Dizi whips Spirit into the ropes.
Spirit misses with a kick.
Dizi executes a drop toehold on Spirit.
Dizi takes Spirit down with a headlock takedown.
Dizi hits a high kick on Spirit.
Dizi punches Spirit.
A few fans are cheering on Dizi.
Dizi kicks Spirit.
A small "Dizi" chant is being started.
Dizi goes for armlock, but Spirit counters it with a hammerlock.
Spirit executes a superkick on Dizi.

JR: Dizi's in control of the match. Dizi off the ropes. SPEAR--Wait, Spirit rolled through! Nice counter. Spirit with a topmount position on Dizi. Spirit unloads with a flurry of right hands.
KING: Gah! Spirit's violent tonight!

(While Spirit continually punches away at Dizi, Dizi tries to cover up. Finally the referee pulls Spirit off of her, admonishing her for using closed fists. Dizi gets up looking a little stunned. Spirit pushes the referee away, turns Dizi around, kicks her in the belly, and then hits her with a DDT that shakes the ring.)

JR: Wow! That shook the ring!
KING: I bet Dizi is dizzy now, haha!
JR: What--Cover! One! Two! Thr-Shoulder up!

Spirit executes a DDT on Dizi.
The crowd is going crazy.
Spirit goes for an elbow drop, but Dizi rolls out of the way.
Dizi goes for a vertical suplex, but Spirit blocks it.
Spirit whips Dizi into the ropes.
Spirit goes for an armdrag takedown, but Dizi blocks it.

JR: Spirit with the advantage after a few punches. Spirit throws Dizi into the corner with an Irish Whip. Dizi's in trouble. Spirit charges in with a head full of steam. Clothesline connects. Spirit sets Dizi up on the top rope. It looks like she's going for some type of Superplex.
KING: I know! Hey JR. This is weird. My sources haven't found out yet what she's calling this! I'll definitely know by next match she has!
JR: Whatever King!

(Spirit has Dizi up on the top rope. She looks to the left and right first..)

Dizi nails Spirit with a high kick.
Dizi hits a bulldog on Spirit.
Dizi is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

(Spirit bounces off the ropes and tries to clothesline Dizi. Dizi slips to the side and takes Spirit to the mat with a drop toe hold, then quickly applies an armlock leglock submission)

King: Dizi sure likes those submission moves. I wonder what Tamer thinks about that?

JR: I'm sure that's none of your business, King.

(Dizi yells at the referee ask Spirit if she wants to give up. The ref checks Spirit who shakes her head no.)

JR: It looks like Dizi's getting a little frustrated.

(Dizi begins coughing. She releases the hold and climbs to her feet.)

King: I think that cold is going to cost Dizi her title.

(Dizi grabs Spirit by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Dizi sets Spirit up for a vertical suplex, hoists her high into the air, then sends her crashing to the mat.)

JR: Dizi's still on top of the match.

King: She'll probably sneeze herself off Spirit the next time she tries for a pin.

(Dizi looks out at the crowd, smiles and makes a 'watch this' motion. Dizi pulls Spirit to the middle of the ring and applies the Dizi Sleeper.)

King: She's got the Dizi Sleeper on Spirit!

(The referee checks with Spirit who holds on for several seconds, before finally submitting.)

JR: Spirit is giving up! Dizi wins!! Dizi wins!!
Spirit submits after 18 seconds.
Dizi is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

*DING DING*

(After the match Brodie rises from her seat and slides into the ring. Spirit and Boride star each other down and begin to inch closer and closer together. Brodie takes a swig from her water bottle and extends her hand towards Spirit. Spirit refuses to shake Brodie’s hand, and Brodie quickly spits the water from her mouth into Spirit’s face.)

King: Ewww! Spirit just got sprayed!!

JR: Looks like Brodie isn’t planning on forgiving Spirit.

(While Spirit is caught off guard, Brodie quickly takes Sprit down with a DDT. With Spirit laying in the middle of the ring she grabs a mic from a stagehand.)

Brodie: Hey Spirit, who’s the stupid one now huh? It doesn’t surprise me that it I always seem to find you lying flat on your back. You think you’re tough by mouthing off at me but look what happens, Spirit. You’re ridiculous, you’re a joke; you’re nothing but a 2-cent stripper who has to run to her big tough boyfriend whenever she’s in a pickle. Well I’m not afraid of your insignificant boyfriend and I sure as heck am not afraid of you! In fact I think you’re down right … stinky!

King: Stinky?! That’s the best insult she could come up with?

JR: Wait a minute King, where is Brodie going?

(The camera cuts back to Brodie where she is outside of the ring digging under the apron, in search of something. A few seconds go by before Brodie comes out from under the ring carrying a can of something. She holds it up for the entire audience to see.)

King: What is it, JR?

JR: It looks like Cheese Whiz.

King: Sheesh! We have everything under there don’t we?

(Brodie climbs back into the ring and raises the microphone back to her mouth.)

Brodie: So, in regards to your “cheesy” actions at Wheel of Destruction and your “Stinky” attitude this weekend I thought I would teach you a lesson by … covering you in cheese!

JR: What the?

(Brodie smiles and sprays the Cheese Whiz on Spirit, covering nearly her entire body. Spirit squirms and tries to get away but Brodie holds her down with her foot.)

Brodie: Now doesn’t that look nice?

(Brodie bends down and spreads the Cheese all over Spirit’s face.)

Brodie: The next Miss America ladies and gentlemen! Oh and Spirit if you say anything else about me, I’ll come back and blow up your toilet. Understand? Good.

(Brodie drops the mic and eventually leaves the ring before playing to the crowd for a while.)

>>>

(The Bruisertron comes alive as Bole is seen standing outside Axe's locker room which immediately gets the crowd to roar with boos. Bole continues to knock until a voice is heard inside.)

Axe: Who is it?!

Bole: It's Michael Bole I was wondering if I could do an interview with you?

Axe: Let yourself in!

(Bole opens the door to find Axe doing some push-ups.)

Axe: I am almost done...close the door behind you and we'll start this.

(Bole does as he is told and Axe does one last push-up before getting up and shaking out his arms and legs and grabs a nearby towel to dry off. He is in his wrestling gear consisting of his sleeveless "Axe" t-shirt and denim Cargo shorts with black Doc Martins. Once ready Axe nods his head as the interview starts...)

Bole: Tonight Axe you face Tobey Miliken for a chance at winning the BMWF Television Championship title for the second time. Now Tobey seems very confident in retaining this title and thinks that your going to lose.

Axe: You see Bole your actually dumb enough to believe that a guy like Tobey is capable of defeating me in the ring. He's really unsure of himself and uses his cockiness as a defense mechanism. I bet you right now when the cameras aren't on him he's scared like a little girl and would like nothing more than to just forefeit this match.

Axe: But you won't see that because Tobey digs deep in his make-believe world that he's going to win and I am nothing but a loser like all these fans of the BMWF.

(The crowd shakes the arena with boos.)

Axe: I'll agree that the fans are losers....but not me....I am a winner and I plan to show him tonight in that very ring that I want the title back.

Bole: Are you worried about Cash-Flo interfering in your match as those two have been going at each other as of late?

Axe: Well I'll repeat again for Cash-Flo and his cronies to remember, you can do whatever you want BEFORE the match or even AFTER but you CANNOT....and I'll repeat that again just in case...CANNOT interfere during the actual match. You don't want a third wheel in your current situation.

Bole: Let's say if you did win the Television title w-

Axe: Excuse me? I am going to win the TV Title Bole. No if's I will!

Bole: Okay...when you do win the TV title are you going to give Cash-Flo a shot at the title?

Axe: We'll see when the time comes as it all depends if he listens to me...simple as that.

Bole: Also as I almost forgot...at the PPV supposedly there is a match in the works or planned for Tamer to go against you in a four on four elimination match? One team being Tamer's with three people where some have already expressed interest and than yours.

Axe: Yes and I hope Bruiser accepts this match as I have some unfinished business with Tamer as you probably know.

Bole: Can you tell us who your partners will be?

Axe: Ahh I have an announcement to make later on perhaps you'll find out then. Now Bole if you excuse me...I'd like to continue my workout so just get out.

Bole: Oh um okay.

(Bole leaves the room as Axe goes back to his workout this time doing sit-ups as the Bruisertron blinks out.)

JR: So Axe has an announcement to make later tonight King!

King: Maybe we'll find out who his partners are then!

(“Vertigo” blasts through the PA as up on the Bruisertron we see the numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 rolling like a movie and then the letters T…O…B…E…Y go up and then Tobey Miliken with Misty Rivers comes walking out. Tobey is wearing a black pin striped suit and blue tie. Tobey has a pair of shades on walks on down to the ring with the TV title around his waist. Tobey takes off the belt and hands it to Misty)

Tobey: Well….HELLO Cincinnati Ohio. Home of the LOSERS! Home of the Cincinnati BUNGLES.

(The crowd boos)

Tobey: Home of the Cincinnati Red Necks. Ooops I meant Reds.

(The boos get louder.)

Tobey: Don’t worry tonight I have a match against a guy that is such a loser he makes the Bengals look good. The man is simply known as Axe. Of course I think around other parts he is known as THE AXE HOLE.

(The crowd chants AXE HOLE…AXE HOLE…AXE HOLE)

Tobey: Hold on a second folks this title is really weighing my shoulder down, Misty hold this for me.

(Tobey hands the title over to Misty.)

Tobey: Now I could go on and on about how badly I am going to beat Axe tonight. I could stand up here and tell you how bad he is. How much he sucks and you would all would probably laugh and some would boo and others would just be bored. So you know what I am going to do. JUST THAT!

Axe I don’t know how you got booked for a shot at this.

(points at the TV title.)

Tobey: I don’t know who you had to sleep with and I don’t really want to know, in order to get a match with me. You are without a doubt the worst wrestler in the back. First of all your moves are horrible. Your moves are so bad that I have seen better moves on at Disco, amateur night. Your moves are so bad that a slug has more moves than you Axe. But not only are Axe’s moves bad, he is just stupid. That’s point two.

Axe is so stupid that he thought a micro chip was a new type of Dorito. Axe comes to the arena each week with that dumb look on his face and walks around the back and trust me folks that ain’t no show when he comes out here with his mouth open wide looking around like, DUH WHERE AM I TONIGHT. That is the real Axe people. Dumb through and through.

Thirdly Axe the reason I am going to tear you up one end and down the other is simply this. I AM BETTER. God look at me in this suit. What do you come to the arena dressed in? Your daddy’s hand me downs? Last week Axe was wearing a REO Speedwagon shirt. I didn’t have the heart to tell you this Axe, but they ain’t around no more. By the way neither are “The Go Go’s “ you hapless fool.

Don’t tell me Axe, I need to tell you what hapless means don’t I. Well just look in the dictionary and you will see a big picture of you beside it. But enough ragging on Axe, let’s talk about the ppv.

At the ppv I have already issued a contract for a fatal four way elimination match. Because as your TV champion I feel I need to be creative. So at the ppv this is what I have asked Bruiser for. In one corner you have Howitzer. In the other corner, Cash. In the third corner Kolic. And finally in the fourth corner the GREATEST TV CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF THE BMWF… YOUR HOLLYWOOD IDOL….TOBEY MILIKEN.

I know it sounds a bit insane, but you see as your TV CHAMPION, I want to boost the ratings. No one wants to see a boring match like Tobey VS Axe. You want excitement. You want fun. You want thrilling. You want to see me naked but that ain’t going to happen.

(The crowd boos)

Tobey: So at the PPV I will win in another HUGE way. I will keep my title and secure once and for all that I am the greatest ever. See ya all in a few minutes.

(Tobey gets up and walks out of the ring. The fans boo as Tobey smiles and walks back to the back.)

>>>

(Earlier this week, at Kolic's house)

Kolic: (On the phone) Hey Kate, have you seen my match request form?

Kate: Not lately, did you lose yours again?

Kolic: Yeah, I can't seem to find it. (Hangs up) Second week in a row...I
could have sworn I had it with me to mail to Bruiser. Let's see...I picked
it up to take to the mailbox, the mailman met me there, we talked for a
minute, I got my mail, and...it must have fallen out of my hand!

(Kolic runs down the stairs out to his house. He looks into the street and
sees an envelope lying past his mailbox. He runs to get it, when to his
horror a dump truck runs over the envelope, crushing it beyond recognition.)

Kolic: NO! I only get one a week. Sigh...can't wait to see who Bruiser has
me facing this Monday. I gotta remember to send those in early...

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Howitzer

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

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

        OH NO (OH NO)
        HERE WE GO NOW

(“Flying High Again” by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the sound system. The crowd goes absolutely crazy. 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.)

J.R.: And here comes Howitzer, King, ready for his match against Ryushi Fujita.

King: At least YOU pronounce it right, J.R.! That’s real disrespect, the way Howitzer mocks Fujita’s name like that!

J.R.: That’s Howitzer’s style King, he doesn’t bow down to ANYONE, especially somebody allied with William Black!

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

("Battle Without Honor Or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei starts to play as the fans in attendance look towards the entrance area. A good sized pop greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area followed by Kojima. The former Light Heavyweight Champ works the crowd before making his way down to the ring area. Once inside Fujita sends Kojima to ringside as he is handed a mic.)

Ryushi Fujita: What's up Cincinnati Ohio?

(crowd pop)

Ryushi Fujita: Tonight you fine people here at the Firstar Center are going to watch one of the premiere wrestlers walking the planet, myself take on one tough sob, Howitzer. Now I see that my comments have gotten you all riled up there big boy and rather than keep running my mouth and stay away from ya I figure we'll just settle this like men, in this ring, one on one. I promise no outside interference from Kojima, William Black or Lowedown.

(Looks at Howitzer.)

Ryushi Fujita: So big man, if you're ready, let's do this.

(Fujita hands the mic back and gets ready to start the match.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Howitzer goes for a headbutt, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita takes Howitzer down with an inverted DDT.
The crowd is behind Ryushi Fujita all the way.
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a clothesline, but Howitzer ducks out of the way.
Howitzer nails Ryushi Fujita with a powerslam.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer goes for a bearhug, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a punch.

Fujita grabs Howitzer and tries to bodyslam him only to have Howitzer throw him away. As he gets to his feet Fujita is greeted by a stiff forearm shot to the head by Howitzer staggering him backwards. Howitzer connects on several more forearms before sending Fujita into the ropes. Fujita ducks the clothesline attempt and springboards off the ropes catching Howitzer and delivering a reverse DDT that brings the crowd to life.

Ryushi Fujita goes for a clothesline, but Howitzer ducks out of the way.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Howitzer hits Ryushi Fujita with an elbow.
Howitzer executes a running elbow smash on Ryushi Fujita.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.

(Howitzer whips Fujita into the turnbuckle. Fujita sags, and Howitzer follows in fast. He jars Fujita with a shoulder tackle.)

J.R.: Oohphf, that one had to hurt a little bit!

King: Hard to say who’s gonna come out on top, the high-flying technician or the brawler! Fujita’s gotta be a little rusty…but Howitzer sucks! I’m going with Ryushi!

J.R.: Howitzer does NOT suck…oh never mind, I don’t know why I respond to you at all.

(Howitzer pulls Fujita out of the corner and throws him over his shoulder, then plants him with a powerslam.)

J.R.: Powerslam! Looks like it’s the powerhouse brawler so far, King! And Howitzer now, getting Fujita off the mat, they lock arms…Howitzer gets the upper hand and delivers a full-nelson slam! The full-nelson slam puts Fujita right back on the mat!

(The crowd cheers as Howitzer points out at the crowd and does a 360 spin standing in place. He then bounces off the ropes, hopes over the down Fujita, bounces off the ropes again, and then takes to the air, doing a 180 and hitting the Bunker Buster.)

King: Oh no! Bunker Buster!

J.R.: Bunker Buster with a little mustard on it! Looks like Howitzer’s been watching tapes of The Rock lately King! And you’ve gotta hand it to the tiger right now, he is playing this really smart, keeping Fujita on the mat and always on the defensive so he can’t employ his usual arsenal!

King: Yeah yeah yeah. Which makes the match boring as usual with him!

(Howitzer goes over to Fujita and appears to attempt the Boston Crab, but Fujita kicks wildly, forcing Howitzer to back off. Fujita gets to his feet and rushes Howitzer, but Howitzer side-steps it and grabs Fujita from behind and gives him a face buster.)

J.R.: Facebuster from Howitzer puts Fujita right back down! Folks, if this keeps up, Fujita’s not gonna have a chance! Maybe Lowedown should’ve asked Howitzer to be in The Family instead!

King: HAHAHA! Howitzer in The Family? Please!

JR: The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.
Ryushi Fujita whips Howitzer into the ropes.
Howitzer hits Ryushi Fujita with a kick.
Howitzer hits Ryushi Fujita with a running elbow smash.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.

(Fujita slowly lifts Howitzer to his feet and then drives him to the mat with a snap suplex. He then moves him towards the corner and quickly executes a split legged moonsault. Fujita pauses for a second before grabbing Howitzer and driving him to the mat with a vicious ddt.)

Ryushi Fujita chops Howitzer.
Howitzer punches Ryushi Fujita.
Howitzer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

(Howitzer and Fujita trade punches back and forth, hard rights and lefts landing on their faces.)

J.R.: Closed fists from both men here King! This favors the Bengal tiger for sure!

King: Yeah, what are you doing Fujita?? Well, see there it is! See what I mean??!

(Howitzer gets a hand up to block Fujita, and punches Ryushi hard in the gut. Ryushi Fujita doubles over, and Howitzer grabs him, locking him in a tight bear hug.)

J.R.: Fujita’s already got the wind knocked out of him from that gut punch Howitzer just gave him! Now Howitzer’s looking to choke the life out of him! This one could conceivably end right here with this bear hug!

King: Fight it, Fujita!! Fight it!!

(Fujita tries to struggle, but breathing is such an effort that his flailing becomes weaker and weaker. The ref starts to ask if Ryushi wants to submit, but he shakes his head “no.”)

J.R.: He’s not ready to throw in the towel just yet!

(Fujita starts to fade, and his eyes close. Howitzer pulls tighter on the bear hug. The ref holds up Fujita’s right arm and lets it drop. He does it again. Again, the hand drops. The ref raises it a third time.)

(DROP)

CROWD: 4!

(The ref raises the arm again.)

(DROP)

CROWD: 5!

(The ref keeps raising Fujita’s hand until he reaches a count of eight. On the ninth try, Fujita keeps his hand up in the air. In a desperation move, he knees Howitzer in the stomach, and Howitzer breaks the hold.)

J.R.: Fujita found a second wind and got out of Howitzer’s bear hug! He’s trying to get his breath, Howitzer is doubled over from that knee…oh! And Howitzer swings over and connects with a headbutt! Fujita is hanging over the ropes, sucking wind and holding his brow!

(A thin trickle of blood starts to flow from a cut that has opened from the head butt.)

J.R.: This isn’t a First Blood match, but that’s exactly what Howitzer has drawn! Fujita’s split open!

Ryushi Fujita punches Howitzer.
Ryushi Fujita hits Howitzer.
The crowd is giving Ryushi Fujita a standing ovation.
Ryushi Fujita uses a T-Bone Suplex on Howitzer.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.

Fujita climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off with a double axhandle attempt, but he is caught in mid air by Howitzer who locks him in a bear hug. Fujita tries to escape by reaching for the ropes before finally raking the big man's eyes causing Howitzer to release the hold. As Fujita gets to his feet Howitzer charges with a clothesline attempt only to have it countered into a single leg take down into a one legged Boston Crab by Fujita. Howitzer breaks the hold by grabbing the bottom rope.

Ryushi Fujita goes for an inverted DDT, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer hits a cobra clutch suplex on Ryushi Fujita.
Howitzer nails Ryushi Fujita with a running elbow smash.
Howitzer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.

J.R.: This has been one hell of a match, folks! Fujita is still bleeding from that cut Howitzer gave him, and Howitzer has been taken just about to his limit by Fujita’s athletic offensive style! He’s not used to dealing with these quick mat wrestlers!

King: What’d I tell you?? Howitzer’s not good enough to win this match!

J.R.: It ain’t over yet, King! Fujita now, grabs Howitzer’s wrist, going for an armbar…Howitzer reverses! He reverses, OH AND ANOTHER HEAD BUTT!! Fujita is reeling, holding his head in pain…COBRA CLUTCH BOMB!! Fujita is rolling around on the mat in extreme pain, bleeding freely from that cut!

King: Stop the match ref! Fujita’s bleeding!

J.R.: I don’t think the ref will have to do that King! This one looks just about over, look at Howitzer!!

(The crowd is screaming and cheering as Howitzer walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and pounds his chest, bellowing to the fans. He crouches down, waiting for Fujita to get up.)

J.R.: I think it’s BFG time!!

(Fujita, after a long time on the mat, gets unsteadily to his feet. As he does, Howitzer rushes at him across the ring and nails him full in the face with a running elbow smash.)

J.R.: The elbow smash catches Ryushi Fujita right in the face! He’s near out cold, and that’s the beginning of the end folks!

(Howitzer drags Fujita off the mat and sets up on the middle turnbuckle. He raises Fujita over his head and then drop-slams him to the mat with the BFG.)

J.R.: BFG!! BFG!! BFG!! Put this one to bed, it’s over!

(Howitzer comes down from the turnbuckle and makes the cover.)

Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
Howitzer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

*DING DING*

(“Flying High Again” by Ozzy Osbourne blasts over the PA as the ref raises Howitzer’s hand in victory, Howitzer smiling broadly.)

J.R.: It’s official now! The big Bengal tiger beats Ryushi Fujita 1,2,3! What a match! We’ll be right back!

>>>

(We see a bathroom door and Bole standing outside it
with a mic.)

Bole: This has got to be the strangest interview in
the history of the BMWF. I'm sure that makes you proud
Cash.

Cash: Not really. You know all my enemies should take
this opportunity to jump me! I'm so damn vulnerable it
makes me sick!

Bole: Tonight you're facing Ash. How do you feel about
that Cash?

Cash: No problem! I whooped his stupid @$$ once before
to win my first ever US title. Or was it the IC title?
It's hard to remember things when you just crapped out
your brains! But I'm doing my best here man, so please
bear with me. Tonight the world is going to see Cash
Flo and all his shine as I once again take out one of
the vets in this business! Ash is a has been that
never was, while Cash Flo is still super flying his
way to the top! And that he can take (POOT) to the
bank! Ah man, can someone please get me some freakin'
toilet paper!!!

Bole: What about Tobey? Are you done with him?

Cash: Nope, not at all. I'm just happy management
stepped in and knocked him down, by placing all the
people he's been trying to control in different
matches! He's trying to act all big and bad now that
he's got gold and it's not working. And now he's
stealing my catch phrases! White Lightning did it when
he first came here, saying this sucked and that sucked
and now his stupid candy @$$ is doing it. When is Cash
Flo going to get some credit form these @$$ monkeys?

(Skiz appears with toilet paper)

Skiz: I got Charmens!

Cash: Cool. Don't squeeze it!

Skiz: To late.

Cash: Well don't just stand out there dude, toss it to
me.

(Skiz opens the door and tosses the roll to Cash,
quickly closing the door after letting it fly. Both he
and Bole shake their heads in disgust.)

Bole: What the HELL is that?

Cash: All right Bole rub it in! Now how about you get
the hell out of here. This isn't the proudest moment
in Cash Flo's freakin life! AHHHHH!

Fade

KING: Why didn't the producers censor this smelly stuff? I mean, this really stinks!

JR: Well, I guess there's a difference is someone mocking The Lord and someone POOTing!

(Howitzer is seen backstage just about to enter his locker room when all of the sudden William Black runs up behind him and knocks him to the ground by taking his knees out from under him with a wooden baseball bat. With Howitzer down on the ground, Spirit jumps in too, kicking him twice in the head. Howitzer tries to get up but gets shoved back down on the ground with a kick from William Black. Black raises the baseball bat high over his head and brings it down smashing Howitzer across his right shoulder. Howitzer grabs his arm to try and protect it, only to have Spirit kick him in the face. While Howitzer tries to cover up, William Black takes a golf swing with the baseball bat that connects to Howitzer's side with a sickening thud.)

**INSERT RANDOM SICKENING THUD SOUND #26042 HERE**

(Howitzer groans and then slumps over against a wall. William Black uses the baseball bat to shove Howitzer over on his back. He raises the baseball bat high above his head again and brings it smashing down on Howitzer's left knee. Satisfied with the crunching sound the bat is making, Black takes three or four more swings smashing them all on Howitzer's knee. This seems to wake Howitzer up out of his daze as he immediately starts rolling around holding the injured limb. Black sizes Howitzer up for one final swing and then swings... but he stops just an inch away from Howitzer's nose. With a look of shock, Howitzer blinks. Black then uses the end of the baseball bat to to push Howitzer flat on his back.)

BLACK: Hey Howie... how's it feel to be jumped? Sucks doesn't it? Maybe now you'll learn. You don't BLEEP with the Family. But most importantly, you don't BLEEP with William Black.

(William Black leans over just a little bit, using his hand to show Howitzer he was "This close". Black then steps on Howitzer's throat and looks down at him smiling.)

BLACK: Spirit, lets finish this clown off for now.

(Spirit doesn't say anything, but instead she grabs each of Howitzer's legs by the feet and lifts them up. All at once in a sudden motion, She jumps up and then stomps with both feet on Howitzer's groin. William Black and then Spirit both arrogantly walk away, celebrating their backstage victory while Howitzer writhes in pain.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

(A guitar riff rumbles from the speakers of the arena as the crowd stands on their feet and boos)
PA: AIEIEIE!
(The guitar rift repeats itself and laughter echo’s from the speakers. The rift repeats for a third time.)
PA: LET’S GO!! (LET’S GO!!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT LET ME KNOW!! (LET ME KNOW)
WE GONNA *BLEEP!* YOU STRAIGHT UP, LET’S GO!! (LET’S GO!!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT LET ME KNOW!! (LET ME KNOW)
WE GONNA *BLEEP!* YOU STRAIGHT UP, LET’S GO!! (LET’S GO!!)
(Trick Daddy’s "Let’s Go" blares from the speakers as Witherspoon walks out onto the stage. He’s wearing a black skull cap with green flames around it and the word’s "Minnesota Madman" written on the front, his black trench coat, his "Witherspoon" shirt, black fingerless glove on his left hand, black pants, and leather boots with metal buckles that go up to mid calf. He has a black leg brace on his left knee. He slowly makes his way down the stage, limping slightly as the crowd boos him loudly. He slides into the ring and stands with the help of the ropes. He slides his trench coat off and tosses it to the side, his cast clearly visible. He slowly pulls his shirt off and tosses it with his coat. Lastly he removes his skull cap and tosses it with the rest of his things. Witherspoon paces across the ring, waiting for the match to start)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

(A bright flash of light suddenly fills the arena, revealing a brown cross
on white background on the Bruisertron. A smooth guitar riff kicks in,
followed by drums and a spoken voice)

PA: YOU MOCK ME BECAUSE I'VE CHANGED...

(The same riff and drums sound)

PA: I PITY YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T...

(Pyros flash as the rest of "In Me" by Kutless plays. Kolic walks out to
thunderous applause and cheers. He runs down to the ring and slides under
the ropes. He climbs a turnbuckle and raises his fist to the audience, then
jumps down and waits for the match to start.)

*DING DING*

JR: Both men lock up in the ring!
Kolic struggles to gain control
Witherspoon Pushes him across the ring
Witherspoon pushes Kolic into the corner
Witherspoon slams his shoulder into Kolic’s midsection several times
Witherspoon Lays a few chops into Kolic
Witherspon hits a superplex from the top rope
Witherspoon goes for the cover, lifting Kolic’s leg up
The ref counts “1…2…thr kick out!

King: Yea! That was close JR

JR: Kolic is going to have to draw on all of his ability in this match. Witherspoon has him on size and power, and he has a good amount of kill in the ring too.

King: I don’t think Kolic can do it! The match has hardly started and Witherspoon has almost pinned him!

JR: Witherspoon stomps away at Kolic
Witherspoon lifts Kolic up and whips him into the ropes
Witherspoon hits an atomic drop on Kolic
Witherspoon catches Kolic in a Boston Crab
Kolic fights to break free
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Kolic tries to reach the ropes
Witherspoon pulls him to the center of the ring
The ref checks on Kolic
Kolic fights to the ropes after 32 seconds
Witherspoon stomps on Kolic
The crowd boos Witherspoon
Witherspoon hits Kolic with an Ax kick
Witherspoon Throws Kolic into the ropes
Witherspoon catches Kolic with a Big Boot to the face
Witherspoon follows up with a boot choke
The ref begins the count
1..2..3..4 Witherspoon releases the hold
Witherspoon executes an ax kick on Kolic.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Witherspoon.
Witherspoon hits Kolic with a German suplex.
Charles Robertson counts: One, shoulder up.
Witherspoon executes an ax kick on Kolic.
Witherspoon nails Kolic with haymaker.
Witherspoon uses an ax kick on Kolic.
Witherspoon is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Witherspoon gets a hangman on Kolic.
Kolic gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Witherspoon sends Kolic into the turnbuckle, but Kolic reverses it.
Kolic charges in with a clothesline.
Kolic goes for spinning headscissors, but Witherspoon throws him off.
Witherspoon runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Witherspoon with a kick.
Kolic executes spinning headscissors on Witherspoon.

JR: Kolic is really heating up here! If he can just keep Witherspoon down then he should be able to keep his belt!

King: Yeah, but first he’s gotta keep him down!

JR: Kolic kicks Witherspoon
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes
Kolic hits Witherspoon with a clothesline
Kolic hits a karate kick to Witherspoon’s gut
Kolic hits a drop kick on Witherspoon
Kolic uses a take down to bring Witherspoon on the middle rope
Kolic hits a 619 on Witherspoon
Kolic hits a frog splash on Witherspoon
Kolic goes for the pin
1..2.. kick out!

King: Yea!

JR: Kolic has just hit a massive assault of moves on Witherspoon, and he’s still not out!

King: I told you JR! Witherspoon is a monster! I don’t think Kolic can do it!

JR: Kolic hits a Slide rule on Witherspoon
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes and goes to bounce of the ropes himself
Witherspoon hit the mat! Kolic is out on his back! Witherspoon just barely avoided the Binary Blaster!
Witherspoon lifts Kolic up
Witherspoon suplexes Kolic
Witherspoon keeps a hold on Kolic and Suplexes him again!
Witherspoon goes for a third Suplex
Witherspoon hits a fith Suplex and follows up with a head lock

King: Did you see that JR! Witherspoon just hit 5 suplexes in a row! It’s over!

JR: Kolic is struggling to break free
The ref checks on Kolic
Kolic is fading
The ref lifts Kolic’s arm up once and it falls
He lifts Kolic’s arm up twice and it falls
The ref lifts Kolic’s arm up a third time
Witherspoon grabs Kolic’s arm and rolls him over into an Arm bar
Kolic screams in pain

JR: Witherspoon is not letting up on Kolic here. He came close to getting hit with a binary blast and he doesn’t want it to happen again

King: This is it JR! It’s over. Kolic has lost the initiative!

JR: Kolic fights to break free
Witherspoon pulls tighter on his arm
The ref checks on Kolic
The ref asks if Kolic wants to quit
Kolic shakes his head no
Witherspoon pulls harder on Kolic’s arm
Witherspoon screams in agony.
Kolic grabs the ropes after 25 seconds

JR: Kolic is on his feet again and he looks groggy. He’s favoring his right arm as well. I think the damage has already been done

Kolic smacks Witherspoon with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic nails Witherspoon with a punch.
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Witherspoon smacks Kolic with a devastating clothesline .
Witherspoon nails Kolic with a brainbuster.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Witherspoon.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".
Witherspoon is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Witherspoon goes for the Binned, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic goes for a punch, but Witherspoon reverses it.
Witherspoon throws Kolic out of the ring.
Len Stanley counts: one, two, three, four, Kolic reenters the ring.
Witherspoon hits a spinebuster on Kolic.
Witherspoon whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic almost takes Witherspoon's head off with a clothesline
Kolic is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, shoulder up.
Kolic uses a Russian legsweep on Witherspoon.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Kolic.
Kolic executes a frog splash on Witherspoon.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: Witherspoon runs at Kolic for a clothesline, but Kolic ducks and back
body drops him over the top rope! Witherspoon manages to land on the apron!
Kolic jumps on the turnbuckle and spin kicks Witherspoon to the floor!

King: Yahh! 'Spoon landed hard!

JR: Kolic's doing his handstand on the top rope, it must mean...the Slide
Rule! Kolic landed dead center into Witherspoon, and both men are out!

JR: Kolic and Witherspoon are out! Wait, Kolic just hit a kip up! He's
signaling for the Binary Blast! He grabs Witherspoon, Irish Whips him into
the ropes...

Witherspoon ducks.
Witherspoon kicks Kolic.
Witherspoon is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Kolic hits Witherspoon.
The cheers for Kolic are drowning out the boos.
Kolic punches Witherspoon.
The cheers for Kolic are drowning out the boos.
Kolic hits Witherspoon.
Witherspoon hits Kolic.
Witherspoon is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Witherspoon hits Kolic.

JR: Kolic Kicks Witherspoon
Kolic hits a karate kick to Witherspoon’s left arm
Kolic hits a karate kick Witherspoon's gut
Kolic hits a karate kick to Witherspoon’s head
Kolic hits a dropkick to Witherspoon
Kolic whips Witherspoon into the ropes and throws himself against the ropes
Witherspoon nails Kolic with a massive clothesline.
Witherspoon hits Kolic with a head but
Witherspoon hits Kolic in the gut with a haymaker

King: Here it comes JR!

(Witherspoon drives Kolic’s skull into the mat with a powerful Crucifix. Kolic’s body drops down to the mat weakly.)

King: HA HA! I wonder how Kolic liked that!

JR: Witherspoon hits a german suplex on Kolic
Witherspoon grabs Kolic up in a side bearhug
Kolic screams in pain
The ref checks on Kolic
Witherspoon shakes Kolic back and forth
Witherspoon throws Kolic to the mat
Witherspoon whips Kolic into a corner
Witherspoon drives his shoulder into Kolics gut
Witherspoon lays a few chops into Kolic’s chest
Witherspoon hits a superplex from the top rope

JR: Witherspoon is just dismantiling Kolic here!

JR: Witherspoon has Kolic up on his shoulders!
SubZero! Witherspoon just hit Kolic with a SubZero!
He goes for the cover!

Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

(An up close view of Cash's face is seen. Slowly the camera pulls away and as Cash is starting to wake up the camera shows that Cash is stripped down to a pair of leopard skin bikini briefs and he is tied up to the flag pole outside the arena. Cash can't move and starts to scream.)

Tobey: Well I guess we have answered the question boxers or briefs.

(Cash squirms and continues to scream at Tobey.)

Tobey: Man it's a bit chilly out here in Cincinnati Ohio tonight. I think I am going to go back in where it's warm. Oh wait before I leave I have something else for you Cash.

(Tobey walks over and spray paints on Cash's chest. JACK CASH in red.)

Tobey: See ya later, JACK CASH!

fades on Cash still screaming and squirming.

King: That Tobey is something else.

JR: I think this feud is just starting.

("New Noise" by Refused plays from the speakers as the crowd begin to rain down boos. Axe appears from behind the black curtain and is wearing his ring attire as he makes his way down the ramp enjoying every minute of the boos. He manages to avoid the garbage flying his way and walks up the steel steps before entering the ring. He is handed a microphone and makes a cue to cut the music as it stops abruptly. Before the crowd can start up the chant he begins to speak in his gritty tone of voice.)

Axe: I WANT ALL OF YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTHS AND LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!

(The crowd replies by booing very loudly.)

Axe: I HAVE SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT TO SPEAK OF SO SHUT UP!

(The crowd just repeat themselves as Axe just waits until they finally die down.)

Axe: As some you idiots are probably already aware of Tamer and I hope to have a match at this upcoming PPV. It will be four on four in an elimination survival match. It will be Team Tamer with three of his choice and then Team Axe with my three choices and I have three I am interested in mentioning right now.

KING: Wait a minute! What's he talking about? It's 5 on 5 and there are no Team Tamer's or Axe's!

JR: Don't ever advertise a match before it's posted!

Axe: They are....

(The crowd seem to be stirring with excitement...)

Axe: WITHERSPOON!

Axe: ASH!

(Crowd boos.)

Axe: SCOTTY SCOTT!

JR: OH MY!

(Crowd gets louder with boos.)

Axe: And last but definitely not least your favourite....

King: This suspense is killing me!

Axe: JUDGE!

JR: Ash, Scotty Scott, and Judge what a combination!

Axe: Now Spoon...Ash...Scotty...Judge I need some partners and I thought who better than these three? So all you have to do is think about it and than announce that your on board! That's all I have to say!

("New Noise" starts up again as Axe leaves the ring to a round of boos as he makes his way up the ramp and to the back.)

JR: So Axe has announced the teammates he would like and they are Spoon, Ash, Scotty Scott and Judge!

King: That match is going to be great JR!

(The camera fades in to show the locker room of The Union. The door opens
and Harry comes slowly walking out of the room. Just then Michael Bole comes
running up with a microphone to ask Harry a few questions)

Bole: Harry, I know you have a big match tonight but we were wondering if
you were gonna tell us who that masked man was last week!

Harry: Things didn't go quite to plan that night and our man was a little
busted up so you will know soon enough.

Bole: Alright, fair enough, but what about the pay per view coming up soon,
you are a captain, do you have any picks in mind already?

(Harry smiles)

Harry: Well you would be a damned fool if you don't know I am picking up my
man Shane first in the draft. Then after that.. Who knows what could happen.

Bole: Well thank you Harry and good luck tonight with your huge match.

Harry: No need to worry, Bole, I have this bad boy planned out perfectly.

(Harry walks off laughing to himself as the camera shows Michael with a
confused look on his face)

Face..

>>>

(We see Tobey Miliken with Misty Rivers walking down the halls backstage when out of nowhere Axe appears wielding a steel chair! He cocks it back and swings forward connecting across Tobey's head creating a vicious sound...)

*CRACK!*

(Misty tries to stop Axe from doing any further damage but he manages to push her out of the way causing her to fall on the ground. He drops the steel chair and picks up Tobey by his hair before greeting his face into the wall speaking as he does so.)

*SLAM!*

Axe: THAT!

*SLAM!*

Axe: TV!

*SLAM!*

Axe: TITLE!

*SLAM!*

Axe: IS!

*SLAM!*

Axe: MINE!

*SLAM!*

(Axe let's go off a bloody Tobey who crumples to the ground. Axe picks up the Television Title and looks at it giving an evil grin before dropping it on Tobey's chest and leaving the scene as the camera fades to black.)

JR: Axe is doing whatever necessary to win that title!

King: Did you see Tobey's face after his encounter with the wall?! Yuck!

(The arena lights fade)

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

(Suddenly, ‘In The Shadows’ by The Rasmus blares over the P.A. and flash flares erupt from the ringposts.)

JR: Here we go King, time to see what belt the Unified champion Ezekiel is keeping.

King: I’ll bet you Hardcore Harry is looking for some revenge later on tonight. That’s twice now that Ezekiel’s sneaked out with a win over him now.

JR: And the Judge is also looking to capture some gold

King: This could be as short as his last two title reigns. I didn’t think he could beat the two week reign with the All American title.

JR: Well King he may decide to keep the All American title.

(Ezekiel is dressed in a black leather kilt, with a shirt and black suit jacket. His hair is now a shocking white. In one hand he carries a briefcase, the other his trusted chair)

JR: Listen to the capacity crowd, solidly behind Ezekiel. A favourite here in Cincinnati.

King: What do these guys know?

(Ezekiel rolls in the ring, drops the chair and walks to the middle of the squared-circle, briefcase in hand. He looks around the crowd, and pulls a microphone out of the suit jacket)

Ezekiel: Unificare…

(He pauses)

Ezekiel: …to unify, to make whole. This Journey has provided eleven hard months. The BMWF was on the brink of being overrun by the shadows of darkness. Now lighter times prevail. That is not to say, by any measure, that my journey here is over, far from it. There are going to be many tests ahead for us all, but if you all seek the Truth within yourselves, we shall all succeed.

King: What on earth is he talking about?

JR: Maybe if you listen King, you’ll learn something!

(Ezekiel paces around the ring)

Ezekiel: Last week Bruiser set a match to unify the Intercontinental, United States, All American, and Light Heavyweight titles. Four champions, narrowed down to one.

(Crowd pop)

Ezekiel: Now by Bruiser’s good grace, I have a very weighty responsibility to decide which belt should be retained. For a start the Light Heavyweight title is to be discarded. The title has become redundant. The past challengers have all moved on upwards, to tougher obstacles.

The All American title is the most recent addition to the BMWF. A hard title to retain, due to the belt not being able to be defended by getting disqualified. Tobey, this is not a title you would want to hold.

(Boos can be heard from the crowd on the mention of Tobey’s anme)

The United States title has a long tradition following it. Most recently Master Z the current World champion held the belt. Past champions include Scotty Scott, Lowedown, Tyrone Smith, and Vernon Vanderbilt. All men who have faced numerous challenges in their Journeys.

King: Can he not just say what belt he is keeping? He’s starting to bore me.

JR: King, this is a historic moment!

Ezekiel: And finally we have the Intercontinental belt. Steeped in just as much history as the United States title. The decision is indeed tough, I know that tradition is a Truth in itself. One that is very hard to break. Five years of history, five years of champions, comes down to one man’s choice.

(Ezekiel holds up the briefcase)

Ezekiel: This case represents the Future. It embodies the Truth that is driving through the BMWF. Inside is the belt, which will act as a stepping-stone. Like those that have come before me, this belt will be a podium. A podium that shall see the light grow and grow.

(Ezekiel unclasps the locks on the briefcase)

Ezekiel: Tonight you…

JR: Look over there King, there’s Judge coming out of the crowd behind Ezekiel!

King: Don’t look now Zeke!

Ezekiel: …will see…

JR: Judge is in the ring behind Ezekiel!

King: With Zeke’s chair in hand!

*CLANK*

JR: Judge just hit Ezekiel over the head with his own chair!

King: This is great!

JR: Ezekiel’s out cold!

(Judge hits Ezekiel a couple of more times for good measure, blood highlighting Ezekiel’s white hair. He picks up the microphone, and bends over and opens the briefcase.)

Judge: So this is the title you decided to give me? I can't say it's a bad choice...it's probably what I would have picked. But Ezekiel, I actually feel a little bad for you, you get to have all this TV time just to pick out a title that you aren't going to even keep for an hour. Anyway, let's show the world what title you're going to be handing over to me tonight...

(With those words, Judge pulls out the Intercontinental Title and throws it onto Ezekiel)

JR: Well we now know that Ezekiel decided to hang onto the Intercontinental title, but what a vicious attack by Judge.

King: YAH! I was about to go down there if he kept talking.

JR: Sure you were King. I just hope that Judge knows full well the ramifications of his attack. Ezekiel will be baying for blood tonight!


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