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

 
(Ezekiel is seen getting his head bandaged by the BMWF medical staff)
 
Nurse: You have a very bad cut on the back of your head, you may need some stitches.
 
Ezekiel: For now the bandages will suffice.  So Judge you decided to take some drastic actions.  Now that may have seemed like a good idea initially, however I do not have to wait long to get my hands on you.   You have now made this personal.  Hardcore Harry and Judge take note.  Tonight neither of you are going to be walking away the same, and if Ash, Scotty Scott, or Shane decide to show their faces the Light will shine on them too.
 
For now enjoy your brief moment of success, it will be short lived.

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.
From Boston, MA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Cash Flo

LILLY: His opponent...
From San Quentin Correctional Facility...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Ash

("Last Resort" by Papa Roach as the Bruisertron flashes up Ash’s intro. They pyro goes off by Ash doesn’t come out from the back. The music continues to play as Cash Flo waits in the ring for Ash to arrive.)

JR: Ladies and Gentlemen we still have yet to receive word of Ash’s arrival in the arena tonight, and from my understanding nobody has heard from him or Scotty since their defeat last week and the loss of their tag team belts.

King: What a great week it’s been.

JR: I guess we won’t have a match here tonight…

(As J.R is about to call the match there is a commotion at ringside and the camera pans over to show Ash climbing over the guard rail with a small cloth bag in his left hand and a large piece of wood in the other. Ash slides into the ring and leaves the bag on the mat. Ash winds up and swinging connects with the back of Cash Flo’s skull as he looks towards the entrance waiting on Ash.)

JR: I can’t believe it King, Ash is here, but he seems to have no interest in an actual match.

King: I’d say, it appears he’s bent on carnage here tonight.

(Ash raises the chunk of wood up over his head and brings it viciously down on to Cash’s back breaking it in several pieces. Ash bends down and uses the remaining wood around Cash’s neck and pulls back in a choke hold. Ash chokes Cash for several moments before releasing him and again driving the wood down into the back of his head.)

JR: I can’t understand what Cash Flo could have done to deserve this.

King: I’m not sure it matters at this point J.R.

(Ash stands up and looks ready to attack Cash again but then just walks over to the ropes and signals for a mic.)

Ash: Cash, I came out here tonight with the intentions of ending your career or getting even with this federation for stealing my belt. Whichever came first. Well I just don’t feel like it, which I know is a very half *bleeped* answer, but that’s the truth. I was about to reach into my bag of tricks or drive a few shards of broken wood into your flesh. But then I just thought to myself “What’s the point”.

(Ash pauses and looks at the mat then continues.)

Ash: The truth is there has been a lot of talk from myself lately about being the best of the best, but when it came time to actually walk the walk, I didn’t back it up. The anger and hatred I wanted to take out on you tonight Cash, is only because I can’t take it out on myself. I woke up last Monday, and looking in the mirror couldn’t stand to look at the loser staring back. So It’s time for a new approach.

King: Here it comes JR, more talk about how he’s going to start taking names.

Ash: I know the usual banter requirement at this point is either to promise hellfire and brimstone, or how I’m going to either get serious or get back to the basics, or give some vague promises about how it’s time for a “new” Ash. But I’ve been there and done that and frankly I’ve unexplainably come up short again. So all I can say is continue to watch and see. I’ll see if I can’t make it worth your time. That’s it.

(Ash tosses the mic, rolls out of the ring and heads into the crowd.)

JR: A very strange attack and rant King.

King: You’re telling me.


JR: We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
From Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

(“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 has the TV title up on his shoulder. Tobey enters the ring. Tobey stands in the corner and waits for the bell to ring.)
 
LILLY: His opponent...
From Newark, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

Axe

(The lights in the arena go out and begin a strobe effect immediately starting "New Noise" by Refused to play as the Cincinnati crowd begin to roar with boos.)

JR: Well it's finally arrived Axe versus Tobey Miliken for the BMWF Television Championship Title!

King: I have a feeling Tobey has underestimated Axe's skill in the ring even though he was gone for a few months with an injury.

(Axe appears from behind the curtain dressed in his sleeveless Axe shirt which reads on the front "Over The Border..." and on the back "To Loner's Landing!" along with black Cargo shorts, black elbow pads, black kneepads, white hand tape and black Doc Martins.)

(Axe goes over to each side of the stage forming an "A" shape above his head while soaking in the boos from the crowd and avoiding flying garbage.)

JR: This crowd is letting there hate be heard King.

King: What?! I can hardly hear you!

(Axe proceeds down the ramp talking trash to the BMWF fans before rolling underneath the bottom rope and getting to his feet where he than hops up on the middle turnbuckle doing an "A" shape again only to get booed. He drops his arms and hops down and receives a microphone from the announcer bringing the lights back to normal and the music to stop and creating the crowd to chant.)

CROWD: AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE!

(Axe walks around the center of the ring grinning from ear to ear acting as if it's a good thing. Finally the crowd stop and he brings the microphone to his mouth to speak.)

Axe: Tonight yours truly gets another shot at the TV title and a chance to become the two-time Television Champion!

(The Cincinnati crowd boos.)

Axe: You can boo all you like but there's no denying it. I plan to walk out of this arena the Champion and Tobey Miliken the loser like the rest of you.

(The boos get louder.)

Axe: But you see Tobey thinks he has this in the bag like I am nothing to worry about...just another chump...but what I want is my property back! MY title! I've been sitting around for too long seeing this Championship be put to shame and get passed around by a bunch of undeserving idiots! Namely...Tobey Miliken!

Axe: Oh I almost forgot to mention this (Laughs)...how's your face? I thought I might as well send a message along as help your appearance as...let's be honest...your one UGLY man!

Axe: Not even the best plastic surgeon can do anything to help you so I thought I would. The swelling should go down and if it doesn't well you look like a big enough *Bleep* to begin with. It will be even worse after tonight when your TV title no longer exists.

Axe: Unfortunately for me I am going to need to see someone to craft me another one seeing as you decided to spraypaint over it...you friggin idiot.

Axe: So Tobey come on out and come to terms with losing tonight I can't wait...two-time TV Champion your looking at Ohio!

(Crowd is even louder this time.)

Axe: Whatever. Tobey...I am bringing your *Bleep* over the Border to Loner's Landing!

(Axe tosses the mic to the announcer and goes to his corner where he waits for his opponent and the bell to sound.)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

 
Tobey walks over casually and offers to shake Axe’s hand.
 
King: A nice gesture here on the part of the champion.
 
JR: Yeah, right.
 
Axe looks at Tobey and then looks at the crowd.
 
King: Tobey was right, Axe is stupid. He doesn’t even know how to shake a mans hand.
 
JR: I think Axe just doesn’t know if he should trust Tobey or not.
 
Axe slowly sticks his hand out.
Tobey shakes Axe’s hand.
Axe looks a bit confused and then Tobey pulls him over and nails a right hand upside Axe’s head.
 
King: STUPID it was a trick.
 
JR: Of course it was.
 
King: And Axe was dumb enough to fall for it.
 
Tobey laughs and then kicks Axe in the head.
Axe rolls out of the way and gets to his feet.
Tobey hits the ropes and clotheslines Axe as he comes back.
Axe is on the mat. Tobey walks over and slowly picks Axe up.
Axe hits Tobey in the stomach. Tobey doubles over.
Axe hits the ropes and tries to hit a head scissors on Tobey but Tobey moves as Axe turns around from the missed move Tobey nails him with a punch to the throat.
 
King: Tobey is on his game tonight JR.
 
JR: Axe is certainly going to have to fight better than this if he is going to have any shot at winning.
 
Tobey throws Axe into the ropes and as Axe comes back Tobey hip tosses him back onto the mat.
Tobey then stands on Axe’s chest and poses.
The crowd boos as Tobey then kicks Axe in the head again.
 
King: Give him a break Tobey, Axe is dumb enough already.
 
JR: Tobey picks Axe and german suplexes him.
Tobey then climbs the turnbuckle and leaps and nails Axe with an elbow to the chest

Axe takes full advantage and levels Tobey with a shoulderblock sending him to the mat.

JR: Axe was like a Steam Engine!

King: Yeah and Tobey was the collison! HA! HA!

JR: Miliken quickly getting to his feet only to be sent back down with a dropkick from Axe!

Axe mounts Tobey and begins raining down left hands across the head of Miliken until the referee breaks the count at four. Axe than picks up Tobey by his head and throws him into the ropes. As Tobey returns Axe attempts a clothesline but Tobey ducks and returns only to be caught with a Backspin DDT!

JR: Picture perfect Backspin DDT by Axe!
Axe now choking the life out of Tobey Miliken with his boot while using the ropes Axe stops at the count of four!

Axe picks up Tobey and begins to run his face down the ropes before punting him with a kick to the groin. As Tobey drops to his knees Axe delivers a vicious knee to the head followed by a second one.

JR: Axe is using his dirty tactics!

King: It's not dirty! That's perfectly legal!

JR: Axe hits a powerbomb on Tobey Miliken.
Al Johnson counts: One, kickout.
Axe hits an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle on Tobey Miliken.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Axe hits a swinging neckbreaker on Tobey Miliken.
Axe goes for a backspin DDT, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
Axe misses with an elbow.
Axe hits Tobey Miliken with a powerslam.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Axe nails Tobey Miliken with an elbowsmash.
Axe stands on the middle rope and mouths off to the crowd.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Axe whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Tobey Miliken misses with an elbow.
Axe uses a swinging neckbreaker on Tobey Miliken.
Axe throws Tobey Miliken into the turnbuckle, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Tobey Miliken charges in with the Stinger Splash.
Tobey Miliken takes Axe down with a missile dropkick.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken hits Axe with a punch to the side of the head.
Tobey Miliken nails Axe with a rabbit punch.
Tobey Miliken whips Axe into the ropes.
Axe hits Tobey Miliken with a kick.
Axe stands on the middle rope and mouths off to the crowd.
Some fans are starting to leave.

JR: Axe looks like he has this match wrapped up...

King: Wait! It's the cloaked guy!

JR: He's walking down the ramp, I don't think Axe sees him!

King: The ref does, though! He's trying to wave him off!

JR: He's just standing there, not doing anything! Why would he...look!
Another cloaked man!

King: They're cloning each other! Yahh!

JR: Axe has Tobey set up for the Loner's Landing...no! The cloaked man just
hit Axe in the back with a chair! He's making a quick escape while the other
man finally makes his way back! The ref never saw anything!

Tobey Miliken places Axe on the turnbuckle.
Tobey Miliken hits Axe with Tree of Woe baseball slide.
Tobey Miliken nails Axe with neckbreaker.
Tobey Miliken covers Axe.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken uses a falling headbutt on Axe.
Tobey Miliken hits Axe with a swinging neckbreaker.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Tobey Miliken
and a few others cheering him.

(Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and an eerie green glow fills the darkness. Over the P.A a maniacal voice can be heard laughing)
 
Voice: HAHAHAHAHA!!! THE JESTER IS WATCHING YOU AXE!!!
 
(With that the lights in the arena return to normal)
 
King: YAH! Who was that?
 
JR: No matter who that was, it has certainly taken Axe’s mind off the task at hand.

Tobey Miliken hits Axe with neckbreaker.
A few fans are booing Tobey Miliken, while a few others are cheering him.
Tobey Miliken goes for neckbreaker, but Axe blocks it.

Axe throws Tobey into the ropes and charges towards him connecting with a clothesline which sends Tobey out of the ring to the outside.

JR: What a clothesline by Axe!

King: I think things are going to get interesting JR!

Axe climbs the top turnbuckle and leaps in the air with an elbow drop which connects across the neck of Tobey Miliken!

Ref: 1. 2.

JR: Axe is slow getting to his feet I think that move did some damage to himself as well as Tobey!

Axe drags Tobey back up to his feet and kicks him in the gut causing him to double over. Axe than stuffs Tobey's head between Axe's legs and hoists him up in the air for a powerbomb. However instead of dropping him down on the mat he takes some big steps forward and drops him across the guardrail!

JR: Axe may have broken Tobey Miliken in half with that powerbomb!

Ref: 3. 4. 5.

Axe rolls into the ring and than back out to restart the count as he picks up Tobey and delivers a thunderous knifehand chop across his chest.

King: WHOO! HA! HA!

Axe grabs a hold of Tobey's tights and lifts him in the air for a vertical suplex and drops landing on the padding. Axe than pulls off two more completing a trifecta of suplexes.

Ref: 6.7.8.

JR: Axe with a trifecta of suplexes is now rolling Tobey back into the ring and he follows inside going for the cover! One...Two...NO! Tobey manages to kick out!

Axe hits a Hotshot on Tobey Miliken.
Axe hoists Tobey Miliken high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends To
bey Miliken crashing hard to the mat.
Axe goes for a backspin DDT, but Tobey Miliken blocks it.

Axe throws Tobey Miliken into the corner and than turns him around to face the turnbuckles where he proceeds to slam Miliken's face against the pad as the crowd count along.

CROWD: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!

Tobey staggers out only to receive one more!

CROWD: TEN!

As Tobey goes to fall to the mat Axe catches him from behind with a Belly-to-back suplex.

JR: These two have put on quite the match neither man backing down.
Axe grabs the legs of Tobey Miliken and splits them wide open and OH! He just kicked Tobey in the groin!

King: Nut cracker! HA! HA!

JR: Axe is still holding the legs but he's dropped back sending Tobey into the ropes all tangled up!

Axe walks over and puts his weight on the back of Tobey choking him as the referee begins to count. Axe stops at the count of four.

JR: Axe is now pounding Tobey's head against the mat and he's laughing! What a sick individual!

Axe drags Tobey's leg near the ring post and slides out. He grabs Tobey's right leg and swings it back before connecting against the steel ring post.

*CRACK!*

JR: Axe is looking to do some permanent damage!
Axe takes Tobey's leg again and NO! Don't do it!

*CRACK!*

Axe is forced to come back inside by the ref and he does as he is told to avoid being DQ'ed. He begins to stomp away at the injured right leg and follows in with some elbows as Tobey screams in pain.

King: Tobey may be injured JR.

Tobey comes charging towards Axe only to be caught with a hip-toss followed into an armbar in the center of the ring.

JR: Axe has that armbar on Tobey and it could be over!
Axe has applied full pressure on that arm and Tobey is screaming in pain it looks like he may tap out!

Tobey tries to move his way to the ropes but Axe yells out in strength dragging him back and lifting his hip upwards to try and make him submit. However Tobey starts to fade as Axe doesn't let up.

Axe screams for the ref to check and he does so and lifts Tobey's arm in the air...........it drops. ONE! The referee waits a few moments and lifts the arm again............it drops. TWO! The referee waits and than does it one last time lifting it up...............IT STAYS UP!

JR: Tobey's still alive in this match!
Axe can't believe it and he's still got that hold on tight but Tobey is making his way to the ropes! Axe is trying to drag him back but he's getting closer! Tobey is inches away from the ropes!

Tobey finally grabs the ropes but Axe keeps the hold on as the referee counts but Axe stops at the count of four.

JR: I think the damage might already be done!
Axe is getting Tobey up to his feet and is thrown to the ropes!
Tobey returns and he's caught with a powerslam by Axe and a cover! One..Two..Thre-NO! Tobey manages to get a shoulder.

Axe picks up Tobey by his head wraps his leg around Tobey's and holds his waist before dropping his head back on the mat with a Russian Legsweep!

JR: Axe is now hooking the leg! One...Two...Thre-NO! Tobey managed to get the shoulder yet again!

Tobey Miliken attempts to place Axe on the turnbuckle, but Axe blocks it.
Tobey Miliken takes Axe down with a punch to the side of the head.
Tobey Miliken executes neckbreaker on Axe.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Tobey Miliken

Tobey suddenly goes for his new finisher but Axe dodges out of the way and takes him down with a Backspin DDT followed into a cover.

JR: One...Two...NO! But he managed to avoid that finisher of Tobey's!

Axe picks up Tobey and rakes his eyes followed by several knees to the stomach and a hip-toss. As Tobey goes down Axe hits a dropkick across the back and then goes for a cover again but uses the ropes for leverage!

JR: One...Two...NO! Tobey still managed to get a shoulder despite Axe trying to cheat!

Tobey Miliken executes a flying cross bodypress on Axe.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Tobey Miliken executes a swinging neckbreaker on Axe.

Tobey crawls over to the ropes and is motioning for Misty.
Misty walks over and hands Tobey an object.
Axe walks over and tries to pull Tobey off the ropes.
Tobey is holding on to the ropes with one hand.
Misty walks over and jumps on the ring apron on the other side of the ring and yells for the ref.
The ref walks over as Misty shows a lot of leg and has the ref distracted.
 
King: Now that’s what I call a nice distraction JR.
 
JR: You would say so, you pervert.
 
Axe pulls Tobey off the ropes but as he does so Tobey nails Axe over the head with a lead pipe.
 
JR: That sneaky son of a…
 
King: Watch your language JR, we have children watching.
 
Tobey stands up and nails Axe in the head several times with the lead pipe.
Axe is down on the mat and is bleeding badly.
Tobey picks up Axe and smiling.
 
Tobey: TIME FOR “THE UNEDITED VERSION”
 
King: Here it comes JR. Tobey’s new move, “The Unedited Version.”
 
JR: Oh boy I can hardly wait.
 
Tobey picks up Axe and has both of his arms in his and turns around with Axe’s face facing the mat Tobey executes “The Unedited Version”
With a loud thud Axe the move is executed and Axe is out cold.
Misty jumps down from the ring apron and the ref see’s Tobey pinning Axe.
 

Tobey Miliken is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Tobey Miliken, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING* 

(As the bell rings to signal the end of the match, two
masked figures come out of the crowd carrying baseball
bats. They slide into the ring, one on each side.
One of them nails Axe in the lower back, sending him
to the mat. The other follows suit, striking Axe
while he writhes in pain on the mat. The two masked
figures then take the boots to the fallen Axe,
mercilessly stomping him into oblivion. With Axe
taken out, the two men stand over his fallen body.
One of them produces a microphone and begins to speak,
his voice obviously disguised.)

Masked Man #1: Axe! You have just stepped into a mess
you have no hope of getting out of. You want a war,
boy? You've got it!

(The man throws the mic down in front of Axe, then the
two masked men make their exit, heading backstage.)

LILLY: The winner is Tobey Miliken!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Alexei approached the outside of the U.S. Bank Arena, formerly known as
Firstar Center, and stared at the large structure. The facade was simple,
mostly grey, squared with white and obviously designed with the arena's new
color scheme in mind. Deep reds and blues were obvious around every corner.
Passing into the structure, dragging a small two-wheeled suitcase behind
him, he soon found himself face to face with a BMWF camera. Beside it stood,
albeit well under Alexei's height, one of the BMWF's resident interviewing
personell, Kevin Kellie, grasping a microphone in one of his pale hands.)

KEVIN KELLIE: Alexei! Ladies and gentlemen, we're here with one of the
newest aquisitions to the BMWF, Alexei Romanov. Alexei, what brings you to
the BMWF? Why now?

(Interrupted in his tracks, Alexei glared down at the little man and then at
the camera lens, tilting his neck to either side until he heard a quiet pop.
Then, straightening his gaze, he focused on the little man before him.)

ALEXEI: Mr. Kellie, I've come here tonight to begin the catalyst. What takes
place here, at BMWF Bedlam, will be the first step in what will become a
significant event.

KK: A significant event?

ALEXEI: I cannot say what the people here in this arena have or have not
seen in their lives. Nor can I say the same for the talent this organization
promotes. But tonight, Mr. Kellie, begins a promise to the fans and the
personel here at the BMWF. That promise is that, from this moment forth, I
will do whatever it takes to make every one of them not only respect me, but
admire me. I don't demand fear, Mr. Kellie. If fear is a byproduct of what I
can accomplish, so be it. All I demand is the decency to honor what I will
accomplish in that ring, night in and night out. And it is those who deny me
that respect that will force me to change their minds.

KK: How do you plan to change their minds?

ALEXEI: By any means necessary, Mr. Kellie. By any means necessary.

(With one final glance at the camera and a vague grin on his lips, Alexei
passes by the BMWF staff and heads toward the locker room, leaving an
intrigued and slightly nervous Kevin Kellie and cameraman in his wake.)

>>>

KING: What you mean this isn't the Firstar Arena anymore?

JR: Well, it ain't been renamed in the BMWF universe!

KING: YAHHH!

(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing next to none other than The Judge!)

Bole: Judge, tonight...

Judge: Bole...let me handle this.

(The Judge takes the mic from Michael Bole and looks into the camera.)

Judge: Tonight, a new era begins in the BMWF. Tonight is all about The Judge. All of my fans in the arena will witness me winning the unified title here tonight. But the one message I want to get clear to all my critics is, I'm getting through tonight's match on my own. I haven't seen Scotty Scott or Ash all week, since they lost the Tag Team titles to LoweDown and The Rock. They haven't answered my phone calls or anything. So that when I win tonight, it proves one thing...I can win on my own. I know a lot of you in the back are thinking that I need Scotty and Ash to win. Well tonight I prove that is not true.

(The Judge grins.)

Judge: Tonight, I am going to win the unified title, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge walks off as we fade.)

>>>

(The camera shows Howitzer, still in his wrestling attire, walking carefully down the hallway.  He is carrying a big pair of gleaming steel scissors.  Ring crew members say hi and try to joke around with him him, but he just nods politely and puts his finger to his lips.  He looks in all directions, then stops as he comes to a door.  The name on the door says “WILLIAM BLACK” and beneath it says “SPIRIT.”  Howitzer opens the door and walks inside.)
 
HOWITZER:  Let’s see now…where would it…be.  Jackpot, there it is!
 
(Howitzer’s eyes light on a zipped-up garment bag hanging from a rack in Black’s dressing area.)
 
HOWITZER:  Best Dressed Man, huh?  Let’s see if you can pull off some fringe, ace!
 
(Howitzer unzips the garment bag to reveal the perfectly tailored suit and Black arrived in.  He holds the scissors up and looks at them with a smile, opening and shutting them a few times for effect.  He takes the suit jacket by the collar and looks at the label.)
 
HOWITZER:  Whhoo!  This must’ve cost one mighty tall pile’a swag!  Isn’t that a shame.
 
(Howitzer holds the coat up by the hangar and takes the scissors to it, shredding it inch by inch.  After a few moments, he puts it back on the hanging rack, still on the hangar, and steps back to admire his work.  The suit is completely destroyed and shredded, just a bunch of strips of silk hanging to the ground.)
 
HOWITZER:  Ha!  Oh man! 
 
(Howitzer finds a pad of paper and a pen lying on a small table in the room and scrawls a note.  He pins it to the ruined suit.  He then leaves the room, laughing heartily.  The camera zooms in on the note.  It reads:
 
Hey Willie!  You really shouldn’t wash your suits in a wood-chipper!  Bad for the fabric!  Your buddy, Howitzer.)
 
(The camera feed goes to J.R. and the King.)
 
King:  I don’t believe it!  Howitzer just shredded William Black’s suit!  Do you know how much that had to cost, J.R.??  Black doesn’t wear stuff off the rack like Howitzer!  I’ll bet that was a $1000 suit that Howitzer just cut up with those scissors!
 
J.R.:  I’m crying buckets King.

>>> 
 

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 269 pounds...

William Black

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

Scotty Scott


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Scotty Scott whips William Black into the ropes, but William Black reverses it.
William Black goes for a spinebuster slam, but Scotty Scott counters it with
a kneelift.
Scotty Scott hits a scissor kick on William Black.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.

JR: Scotty's got the advantage so far, King.
KING: Yeah. He's taking it to William Black. I hope this match isn't boring and that the best dressed man starts some offense soon.

(Just then, William Black falls out of the back of a Verticle Suplex, landing behind Scotty Scott. Black hooks Scotty up and plants him on the mat with a Back Suplex. Both William Black and Scotty Scott get up to their feet quickly though. Scotty throws a hard punch but it gets blocked. William Black ducks a second punch from Scotty and then throws him into the corner. Black follows Scotty in with a Running Clothesline.)

JR: Ow! William Black just smashed Scotty Scott in the corner with that clothesline. William Black has got some momentum going. Black goes to work with a group of shoulders right into Scotty's ribs. Those shots from the shoulder would crush the ribs of a lesser man.
KING: Instead they only hurt here in the BMWF! Haha!

(Black then drops to a knee and tees off with a hard left hand right into Scotty cott's solar plexus. Then, Black quickly gets back up to his feet and punches Scotty Scott twice in the face. William Black is pulled back by the referee as Scotty staggers off to the side gasping for air. Just then Spirit jumps up on the Apron and grabs Scotty Scott by the head. She jumps off of the apron dropping Scotty throat first across the top rope.)

JR: That JEZEBEL! She just dropped Scotty Scott throat first across the top rope! What blatant cheating from William Black!
KING: No, Spirit cheated! Not William Black!

(When Scotty staggers backwards, Black pushes away from the referee and rolls him up with a quick pin and grabs a handful of tights in the process. The referee slides into position and starts to make the count, not even seeing the blatant cheating. Scotty kicks out on a two count.)

KING: Now THAT was cheating from William Black.

JR: Scotty Scott goes for a German suplex, but William Black counters it with
a backward kick.
William Black executes a fallaway slam on Scotty Scott.
William Black executes a bodyslam on Scotty Scott.
William Black hits a DDT on Scotty Scott.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black hits Scotty Scott with a bodyslam.
William Black points towards somebody in the audience and talks trash.
The crowd is behind William Black all the way.
William Black executes a flying elbowdrop on Scotty Scott.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black complains about a slow count.
William Black hits a low blow on Scotty Scott.
William Black hits Scotty Scott with a bodyslam.
William Black hits Scotty Scott with a fallaway slam.
William Black has the crowd going wild.

William Black goes for a fisherman suplex, but Scotty Scott blocks it.
Scotty Scott whips William Black into the ropes.
William Black hits Scotty Scott with a clothesline.
William Black locks Scotty Scott in a triangle choke.
Scotty Scott is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Scotty Scott reaches the ropes after 5 seconds.
William Black goes for a fallaway slam, but Scotty Scott counters it with
a forearm smash.
Scotty Scott takes William Black down with a low blow.
Scotty Scott sends William Black into the turnbuckle, but William Black
reverses it.
Scotty Scott comes back, but is met with an elbow.
William Black nails Scotty Scott with an armdrag takedown.
William Black uses a spinebuster slam on Scotty Scott.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black goes for a fisherman suplex, but Scotty Scott counters it with
a small package.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Scotty Scott goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but William Black
counters it with a bulldog.
William Black has the crowd going wild.
William Black points towards somebody in the audience and talks trash.
The crowd is going crazy.
William Black runs into the ropes.
William Black misses with a kick.
William Black hits Scotty Scott with an elbow.
William Black hits Scotty Scott with a Russian legsweep.
The crowd is behind William Black all the way.
William Black executes the Empty Chamber '03 on Scotty Scott.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black goes for a flying elbowdrop, but Scotty Scott
rolls out of the way.
Scotty Scott takes William Black down with a chop.
Scotty Scott executes a low blow on William Black.
Scotty Scott hits William Black with a dropkick.
Scotty Scott is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: After a thumb to the eyes and a cheap Low Blow while the referee was distracted at ringside from Spirit, William Black has the advantage. Fisherman's Suplex! One! Two! Shoulder up. William Black drags Scotty to his feet. Bodyslam. Black with a pair of kicks for good measure. Lateral Press. One! Two! Shoulder up! William Black seems to be growing impatient here King.
KING: Yeah! I can tell! He's blatantly choking Scotty Scott!

(Aggrivated because he hasn't gotten a pinfall yet, William Black starts to choke Scotty. The referee counts to four and then Black breaks the hold. Right after he breaks the hold though, William Black goes back to choking Scotty Scott. Black breaks the hold again on a four count. He punches Scotty Scott twice, and then drags him to his feet.)

JR: William Black has Scotty Scott up on his feet. Black slowly scoops Scotty up. It looks like he may be setting Scotty up for something big here! SILENCER! William Black with a beautiful bridge. One! Two! Thr--Shoulder up! Wow that was close! I can't believe it!
KING: Neither William Black! He's livid!

(Black gets up to his feet quickly and gets in the referee's face, complaining about a slow two count, turning his back to Scotty Scott.)

JR: Scotty Scott uses a powerslam on William Black.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Scotty Scott hits a dropkick on William Black.
Scotty Scott hits a German suplex on William Black.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Scotty Scott locks William Black in a chokehold.
Rick Patrick warns Scotty Scott to let go.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Scotty Scott hits William Black with a dropkick.
Scotty Scott is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Scotty Scott executes a DDT on William Black.
Scotty Scott is being booed out of the building.
Scotty Scott goes for a snap suplex, but William Black counters it with
a small package.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, in the ropes...
William Black hits Scotty Scott.

JR: William Black ducks a punch. Irish Whip puts Scotty into the ropes. SPINEBUSTER!!! That shook the ring! One! Two! Thr--Shoulder up! Here's something we haven't seen in while! William Black is in the corner with his arm raised high in the air! Listen to this capacity crowd!
KING: They really hate William Black here!

CAPACITY CROWD: William Sucks! William Sucks! William Sucks!

JR: William Black doesn't seem to mind them though. Scotty's slowly getting to his feet. He seems a little groggy here. Flying Forearm connects! Scotty Scott is down! William Black slaps Scotty Scott in the back of the head and then drags him to his feet. Black stops to trash talk a fan in the front row. Scotty's in serious danger folks! Empty Chamber!!! Empty Chamber '03 on Scotty Scott! Black hooks the leg! The referee is in position!

Scotty Scott nails William Black with Brass Knuckles.

Jack Slone calls for the disqualification.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner by DQ is William Black!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

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

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

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)
 
P.A: THE TRUTH – THE LIGHT – THE FUTURE
 
(Suddenly flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and ‘In the Shadows’ by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak.  In one hand he carries the chair, and in the other an ominous looking duffel bag.  Over his shoulder lies the Intercontinental strap)
 
CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!
 
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…
 
JR: Ezekiel’s head heavily bandaged, his still soaked with blood.  Revenge will indeed be sought here and now!
 
(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring.  Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the duffel bag on it.)
 
P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…
 
(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre.  The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a black leather kilt and black boots.)

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

Hardcore Harry

("Back Up" by 12 Stones blares over the PA system as Hardcore Harry comes
walking out onto the entrance ramp and Extreme Hardcore Entertainment
flashes across the bruisertron! Harry is wearing a black "New" Union shirt
as he walks down to the ring taking sips from his water bottle, Harry tosses
the bottle into the crowd and slides into the ring calling for a mic)

Harry: Well hello once again! Tonight I will lock up with two mean I know
very well here in the BMWF to get back a title I should have never lost in
the first place!

(The crowd boos)

Harry: For one, Judge, I have probably fought you more times than anyone
else in this federation! We both know each others every move. In the past
you got the best of me in certain matches like the Trax Training Facility
Match which you keep brining up. Well that was almost a year ago and I am a
very different man since then.

(Harry hits his chest)

Harry: I am the man who took Dreadnaught to the woodshed several months ago,
Dread was one of the greatest World Champions to appear in the BMWF and what
did I do? I sent him to the hospital and we haven't seen him since! Oh and
how about the man everyone thought I would lose too last month, Tamer, I
hung him by barbwire right there in front of the entire crowd putting him
out for several weeks!

(The crowd starts booing Harry louder now)

Harry: I am a man on a mission and my mission is to walk out of this ring
tonight with that title no if, ands, or buts!!! Judge, your going to get a
rude awakening when you step into this ring boy thinking you are getting the
old Hardcore Harry!

(Harry walks over to the ropes and peers out over the crowd)

Harry: And Ezekiel! You a win over me last week and you think you are just
the best thing in the world don't you? Well tonight we are going to put that
to the test! Ezekiel when you come down to this ring keep this in mind, I am
without a doubt the most dangerous man on this roster and to BLEEP me off
would not be a good idea so your best bet would be to just lay down and give
me the win!

(The crowd boos Harry as Ezekiel chants start throughout the arena)

Harry: Boys get ready because tonight isn't going to just be a push over, I
am going to bring everything I got! Prepare to take a trip to the woodshed
you'll never forget!

LILLY: Their opponent...
Hailing from Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...


The Judge

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

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains, wearing his "Judge" shirt and holding his gavel. He walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops. The Judge raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the ring and raises his gavel in the air to get a mixed reaction from the crowd. The Judge takes off his judge robe and gets ready for his opponents.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Ezekiel, Hardcore Harry and Judge all in the ring. Who’s going to make the first move?
 
(Hardcore Harry and Judge back Ezekiel into a corner. Ezekiel connects with a stiff right hand on Judge that sends him straight to the canvas. Hardcore Harry jumps in quickly taking advantage of the situation)
 
JR: Hardcore Harry whips Ezekiel to the ropes, short lariat by Harry. Ezekiel down. Harry with a couple of stomps. ACHILLES LOCK! A fast reversal by Ezekiel, Ezekiel is stretching the Achilles tendon of Hardcore Harry!
 
King: NO! He needs that to walk!
 
JR: Ezekiel breaks the hold, couple of stomps on the ankle. Turning his attention to Judge. Judge with a right, Ezekiel with a right…
 
(Ezekiel and Judge start to trade lefts and rights)
 
JR: Duck by Ezekiel, pin in the back suplex. Ezekiel has hung on, another pin in the back suplex. He’s going for a third. Ezekiel with Judge down.
 
Hardcore Harry back to his feet, kick to the back of Ezekiel. Harry takes Ezekiel outside.
 
Harry pulling up the protective matting.
 
King: He is the Ultra Violent Icon!
 
JR: Boot to the gut, no! Hardcore Harry is going for the Hardcore Hell onto the concrete floor. This will surely put Ezekiel down for the rest of the night.
 
King: YAH! He’ll wish Judge put him out of this match!
 
JR: There’s Judge! He’s broke the move, Harry sent head first into the steel steps.
 
King: Aww, why did he do that?!?
 
JR: I don’t know but, look behind you Judge. Ezekiel with a snap suplex, Judge’s back just cracked off that bare cold concrete

Hardcore Harry takes Ezekiel down with a choke slam.
Hardcore Harry covers Ezekiel.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry whips Ezekiel into the ropes, but Ezekiel reverses it.
Hardcore Harry hits Ezekiel with a clothesline.
Ezekiel falls out of the ring.
Hardcore Harry goes outside.
Hardcore Harry hits a choke slam on Ezekiel.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Hardcore Harry nails Ezekiel with a legdrop.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Hardcore Harry shoves Ezekiel into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
Hardcore Harry goes for a side suplex, but Ezekiel blocks it.
Ezekiel climbs back into the ring.
Hardcore Harry climbs back into the ring.
Ezekiel nails Hardcore Harry with a belly-to-back suplex.
Ezekiel whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits Ezekiel with a kick.

The Judge takes Ezekiel down with a DDT.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.
The Judge uses a big boot to the face on Ezekiel.
The Judge nails Ezekiel with a legdrop.
The Judge goes for neckbreaker, but Ezekiel blocks it.
Ezekiel executes a bulldog on The Judge.

 
JR: Ezekiel and Judge fighting in the ring. Judge got a slight edge on speed over Ezekiel, but the opposite can be said for power.
 
Ezekiel whips Judge to the ropes. Leapfrog by Judge, rebounds and Ezekiel hits the canvas, Judge rebounds again, DROP TOE HOLD, at the pace Judge was moving his head shattered off the canvas.
 
Ezekiel working quickly, with an impressive efficiency. Guillotine choke locked into Judge. Judge is flailing looking for the ropes.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
The Judge uses a scissor kick on Ezekiel.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Judge goes for a piledriver, but Ezekiel counters it with a kneebar.
The Judge is struggling to reach the ropes.
The Judge tries to escape the hold.
The Judge makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 7 seconds.

Hardcore Harry goes for the Sky High, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge executes a powerbomb on Hardcore Harry.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
The Judge goes for neckbreaker, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits The Judge with a shoulderblock.
Hardcore Harry takes The Judge down with a big boot to the face.
Hardcore Harry further incites the crowd.
Hardcore Harry executes a side suplex on The Judge.
Hardcore Harry hits the Sky High on The Judge.

JR: Ezekiel starting to take control of the match, Judge and Harry down. Ezekiel lifts Judge, pin in the belly suplex. A high impact move, Judge looking dazed.
 
Ezekiel turns his attention to Hardcore Harry, rolling him out of the ring. Ezekiel has locked in a headlock, BULLDOG ON THE EXPOSED CONCRETE!

The Judge hits a big boot to the face on Hardcore Harry.
The Judge takes Hardcore Harry down with a piledriver.
The Judge nails Hardcore Harry with neckbreaker.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Judge goes for a piledriver, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.

JR: Hardcore Harry knocks Judge from the ring!

(Hardcore Harry grabs Ezekiel and hoists him up for the Hardcore Hell.)

JR: HARDCORE HELL! IT COULD BE OVER!

(The Judge slides into the ring and breaks up the pinfall.)

JR: Hardcore Harry charges at The Judge but Judge kicks Harry in the mid-section. Judge then runs against the ropes and hits a scissors kick on Harry!

(The Judge heads to the top rope as both Harry and Ezekiel get to their feet...)

JR: DOUBLE GAVEL SMASH! A GAVEL SMASH TO BOTH EZEKIEL AND HARRY AT THE SAME TIME!

King: Who's The Judge going to pin?

JR: The Judge thinks for a second before pinning Hardcore Harry.

One, two...Ezekiel makes the save.
 
JR: Hardcore Harry coming back strong. Over-powering Ezekiel in the ring, a big lariat sends Ezekiel to the canvas.
 
King: Only a matter of time before Harry gets his title back!
 
JR: Ezekiel is by no means out of this.
 
(Harry kicks Ezekiel on the back of the head, which draws a reprimand from the referee. The bandage on Ezekiel’s head is now a crimson read)
 
JR: Ezekiel pulling himself up on the ropes. Hardcore Harry charges, Ezekiel drops down, he’s pulled the top rope down as well, Harry goes flying over the top!
 
King: Look JR, Judge to the top, this could be the end…
 
(As Judge becomes airborne, Ezekiel steps to the side and hits the Inquisition as Judge comes down)
 
JR: INQUISITION! A big move, Judge’s feet never hit the mat. Ezekiel with the pin…

Hardcore Harry pulls Ezekiel out of the ring.
They're brawling up the aisle.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner by countout is The Judge!

JR: We'll be right back!

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown, Flame, and Dozer appear on the Bruisertron to a huge ovation. Lowedown looks around
and then raises both BMWF tag team titles above his head and then points to the BMWF Hardcore title draped over Flame's shoulder.)

KING: Lowedown is live from Hollywood via satellite!

JR:Lowedown appears to be pretty happy right now!

King:He and the Rock won the tag team titles and the Rock gave Lowedown the opportunity to pick his own partner! What a nice guy the Rock is!

JR:Lowedown still appears to have a smile on his face even though him and Master Z had an altercation last week in the parkin lot and backstage!

King:These guys still hate each other after a brief hiatus!

(Lowedown is about to speak when the crowd begins chanting the Family name as he pauses for a moment. Finally, Lowedown brings the microphone back up...)

Lowedown:CINCINNATI! Time to discuss family business here tonight! Ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Last week, I walked right up to Master Z and got face to face with his sorry @$$ and told him what the deal was! And what did that chump do at the end of the
night, one more cheap shot just like the rest! But I guess he didn't expect me to handle his cheap chair shot and come back and knock him around did he? Well, all Z did
was BLEEP me off! You see Z, I left that World title alone so that some of these crybabies who can't cut it could get a shot at that belt of yours. But for some reason, you don't
want to leave me alone do ya? Maybe I know the reason why you keep coming back to me.

JR:This should be interesting.

King:I sense a TV spin off here!

Lowedown:Maybe I am the adrenaline that shoots through your veins Z! Maybe I am the one who keeps you alive in this ring! Without me, you wouldn't have any real competition
from anyone else in the BMWF! Could it be that you're still upset that I burned you a while back and took the World title from you? Showed the world that you aren't as big and bad
as you say you are huh? I showed my dominance and it BLEEPED you off! Well, I am very proud to say that you have officially BLEEPED me off and I am very happy to tell all the people
here tonight and around the world watching at home that I am coming after you Z! I am coming after you!

JR:Oh my! Lowedown and Master Z are going to go at it one more time!

King:This isn't going to be pretty at all!

Lowedown:You see Z, I am not the one who is going to bring your career back to life. I am the one who is going to end it! I am sick and tired of watching you cheap shot me like a no talent,
low class, mid-carder sonofableep that you are! Tonight, if you want a piece of me...you meet me in the ring like a man and stare me in the eyes...like a man! Ya feel me on that one Z?

(Lowedown stops as he listens to the crowd begin to chant "Z Sucks!" over and over again. Lowedown finally begins to speak once more...)

Lowedown:But before I blow a gasket here totally, I am looking to say something to Hardcore Harry and his confusion with his own name. Allow to explain if I may...

(Lowedown pauses as he watches the Bruisertron llight up and shows pictures of Lowedown facing Hardcore Harry and Lowedown dropping Harry almost on the back of his neck with a
powerbomb and then placing him in the Downtime submission...)

Lowedown:Now as you know, Hardcore Harry has always claimed to be the Ultraviolent Icon of the BMWF right? Well, allow me to say that this is the biggest pile of BLEEP the world has
ever heard! At least, that's just my opinion.

(Lowedown points to the Hardcore title...)

Lowedown:I always say, if you have a nickname...have something that relates to your personality. Why not have a name that suits who you really are. Maybe something like...

(The Bruisertron as it reads..."SOFTCORE HARRY!" It then cuts back to Lowedown.)

Lowedown:I've seen you in hardcore matches Harry and you dance around your opponent like a ballerina. If you want the ballet, go to ballet school. You want to wrestle, you show up in
my ring! Now, I had another one here that you may like more.

(The Bruisertron lights up again to show the name, SUCK@$$ HARRY!)

Lowedown:This one here kind of shows your personality to follow behind everyone you've ever worked with. You never stepped up and took a leadership role in anything here! You sat in the
background and took whatever was left over! You are the dog that took the table scraps from what was dropped on the ground! You think for a single second that the Union has any stroke
around here? We'd have better luck having all the jobbers in the back re-forming the bWo and winning every title at a pay-per-view than see you run things around here!

King:HAHAHA! He's so right!

JR:I think Lowedown is having fun at Harry's expense!

Lowedown:Harry, you challenge me for the Hardcore title here tonight and think you have a chance? Well, allow to clear up any chances of success here in Ohio. You don't stand a shot in hell
of being the Hardcore champion here tonight or any night! I hate to steal a catchphrase from someone who was supposed to be my "partner" last week...

(Lowedown pauses...)

Lowedown:Harry....YOU SUCK! That's all there is to it! You and me will step into this ring soon and you will be carried out of here on a stretcher! That is the Lowedown on that Suck@$$!

(Lowedown pauses as he listens to the crowd chant "Harry Sucks!" until Lowedown walks over and places his hand on one of the tag team belts...)

Lowedown:Now before I go, I would like to say that I appreciate the Rock allowing me to pick any partner I want for these tag team belts. But choosing the right person for the job is not that easy
to be honest. I know my brother here would be an excellent partner without question. He on the other hand is my protection so he's only on the back up list for now. And, I would hate to choose
someone who is going to up and leave the moment one of us gets in a bind. So I will definitely have my selection picked next week. In the meantime, if anyone feels that they are qualified to be my
partner, feel free to call me on my cell phone or send me a message and one of the Family will get back to you. Nuff said? Time's up!

("Lean Back" begins to play again as Lowedown takes the belts off of Dozer's shoulders and holds them high in the air...)

JR:Lowedown and Harry soon!

King:I think that will be a painful night for both men!

JR:We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

The BMWF World Champion...
"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

(“Victory” blasts throughout the arena. Master Z slowly emerges from behind the entrance curtain wearing the World Titles around his waist. Master Z spins a few times to show off while he flexes. The crowd boos loudly which Master Z seems to feed off from it and get more pumped up.)

JR: Master Z is quite possibly the most glorified champion the BMWF has ever seen! We’ll see tonight what he’s prepared to do to keep all that gold around his waist!

KING: He's going to make Shane Perish cry little a little baby tonight!

(Master Z takes off his sunglasses and t-shirt before climbing the steps and getting into the ring. Z pulls out a microphone.)

Master Z: What a sad sad day it is today! You see, folks, the BMWF realized that every match they put me in I would dominate my opponents. So what do we have? The BMWF has given up on trying to get this gold from around my waist! They stick my in a match with anyone, tonight it is Shane Perish, because they know anyone who I'm put into the ring with will get destroyed!

KING: It’s true, JR! Master Z is the god of this sport!

JR: Oh, Stop it King!

Master Z: With that said, I'd like to give Shane Perish the chance to walk out of this match right now! I mean think about it Shane... I ended the career of Tyrone Smith. I make Lowedown look like a wimp week in and week out! How do you even have the slightest chance of beating me?

JR: None of this is true!

KING: Sure it is, JR!

(The crowd boos again)

Master Z: What nobody understands is that this gold is going to stay here no matter what! So tonight, I predict a victory and a celebration afterwards! Let’s get this match going!

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

(The lights in the arena dim to complete darkness. Suddenly a blinding flash goes off with a thunderous boom.)

PA: We are the UNION!!!

("Superstar 2" by Saliva hits the PA system. Blue laser lights trace the crowd accompanied by golden strobes. Shane walks from behind the curtain followed by Jacklyn J.. The two walk down the ramp and Shane slides in the ring. He taunts to the crowd and looks over to Master Z. Shane smirks and cracks his knuckles.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Shane Perish runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish almost takes Master Z's head off with a clothesline
Shane Perish is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, kickout.
Shane Perish whips Master Z into the ropes, but Master Z reverses it.

JR: Master Z kicks Shane Perish in the groin!

Master Z begins to bit the forehead of Shane Perish!

This match must be no holds barred, cause Z is certainly not holding back!

KING: The referees are too scared of Z to DQ him!

(Master Z gouges the eyes of Shane Perish for good measure before turning and flexing for the crowd. Shane drops like a ton of bricks. Master Z quickly begins to stomp on the throat of the Shane Perish.)

JR: This is gruesome! Master Z is trying to send this man to the hospital!

KING: Well he warned them! The belt is his!

JR: Shane Perish hits Master Z with a kick.
Shane Perish hits Master Z with a sidewalk slam.
Shane Perish hoists Master Z high into the air with a vertical suplex, then send
s Master Z crashing hard to the mat.
Shane Perish throws Master Z out of the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, Master Z
reenters the ring.
Shane Perish goes for neckbreaker, but Master Z blocks it.
Master Z goes for a punch, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish takes Master Z down with a sidewalk slam.
Shane Perish runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish misses with a kick.
Shane Perish hits Master Z with an elbow.
Shane Perish is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Master Z grabs Shane Perish by the throat and lifts him off his feet! He continues to drop him on the mat. Master Z turns and once again taunts the audience.
The power of Master Z is extraordinary!

Master Z is hit across the back by Shane Perish, but Master Z just turns and smiles

(Master Z gives Shane Perish a kick to the groin!)

JR: Master Z breaks the choke hold and struts around with his opponent lying on the mat hurting.

Shane Perish inches his way towards the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Master Z hits Shane Perish with a sidewalk slam.
Master Z covers Shane Perish.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Master Z takes Shane Perish down with a low blow.
Master Z hits Shane Perish with Low blow kick.
Master Z nails Shane Perish with a bulldog.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Master Z takes Shane Perish down with finger stomp.
Master Z whips Shane Perish into the ropes.
Shane Perish almost takes Master Z's head off with a clothesline
Shane Perish is going for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Shane Perish runs into the ropes.
Master Z nails Shane Perish with a legsweep.
Master Z executes Low blow kick on Shane Perish.
The crowd is wildly cheering Master Z with only a few scattered boos audible.

(Master Z rebounds off the ropes. On his return he lifts a knee into the midsection of Shane Perish. He continues to rebound off the other side. Z grabs Shane Perish by the hair and flings his body out of the ring. Master Z turns his back to Shane and starts to harass the referee.)

JR: Master Z turns and sees Shane Perish on the offensive!

Master Z catches Shane with a brass knuckle shot!

Master Z slips the brass knuckles back into his pocket!

Master Z hits Shane Perish with a leg drop!

(Master Z rips Shane to his feet by the hair. Z continues to gorilla press Perish and send him flying out of the ring over the top rope!)

KING: This isn’t a battle royal is it?

JR: No, but Master Z has thrown his opponent out of the ring! Master Z is dominating!

Shane gets back into the ring at the 9 count.
Master Z hits Shane Perish with a back rake.
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish hits Master Z with a backdrop.
Shane Perish hits reverse suplex on Master Z.
Shane Perish puts Master Z in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Master Z manages to grab the ropes after 8 seconds.
Shane Perish executes the Perisher on Master Z.
Shane Perish is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Shane Perish goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.

KING: YAHHH!

JR: Master Z has Shane Perish by the hair! He’s picking him up on his shoulders and walking towards the turnbuckle!

KING: I know what he is up to!

JR: Master Z still keeps the large body of Shane Perish on his shoulder.

(Shane Perish begins to resist Master Z and slips off his shoulders. Master Z meets Shane Perish’s resistance with a fist to his face. Shane Perish falls flat on his back.)

JR: What a cheater! Now Master Z is dragging Shane Perish up to that turnbuckle by his leg!

Look at the trail of blood Shane Perish is leaving on the ground!

(Master Z sizes up Shane Perish and then lifts his limp body to the top turnbuckle

JR: He has him!

(Shane Perish hangs unconscious on the rope)

(Master Z falls backwards Atomic Driving Perish into the hard mat. Master Z drags the limp body of Perish into the center of the ring.)

JR: Master Z executes the Atomic Driver on Shane Perish.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Master Z goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Master Z!

JR: Get medical attention out here!

(Master Z gets to his feet slowly accepting the World Title from the referee and allowing his arm to be raised in victory.)

JR: Where is Lowedown? Who can stop this man?

(Master Z backs up the ring looking at a battered Shane Perish being treated by ENT's inside the ring as we fade...to...black...)

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