Date : 11/22/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Key Arena Seattle Washington

(The show opens inside the Key Arena Seattle Washington. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Key Arena Seattle Washington! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and we are only one week away from what is shaping up to be one heck of a pay per view--Survivor 2004!

KING: Yeah, but I can't believe that Master Z's team is made up of rookies and low-carders! I should have been on Z's team! I could have cheated my way to the $1,000,000!

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown is seen holding both tag team title belts
as the Hardcore belt is around his waist. Flame leads the brothers down to the ring as the crowd stands on their feet and watches Lowedown make his way up the steel steps and walks along the ring apron and holds both tag team belts high in the air. Dozer and Flame slide into the ring and hit opposite turnbuckle as the crowd continues to chant the Family name...)

King:I can't believe he is holding onto both tag team titles!

JR:Well, Lowedown last week said he was going to choose a tag team partner to hold the tag team titles with him here tonight.

King:I hope he doesn't pick me. We'd hold onto those belts forever!

JR:I don't know about that one King.

(Lowedown looks around the arena before climbing into the ring and walks over to the ring announcer and asks for the microphone. Lowedown places the belts on Dozer's shoulders as he grabs the microphone and looks around once again...)

Lowedown:I see before me a whole hell of a lot of Family members here tonight in Seattle!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:Here tonight, we have some family business and some personal business to discuss so let's get down to some shall we?

(Lowedown pauses for a moment as he wipes the hair from his eyes and continues...)

Lowedown:Next monday night, we have the Survival Series. We have six teams fighting in this ring for one million dollars and to be called Surivors. Well, maybe I should rephrase that. Five teams are fighting for one million dollars. My team, my team isn't fighting for one million dollars. My team...is fighting because we like to fight. We are going into Survival Series as a team of big time, primo talent, smooth talkin', whoop @$$ machines! Ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Now, I don't want to brag about my team...however, I feel that my team has already won the Survival Series. I think Bruiser should hand over the cash right now to our team tonight.

JR:What?

King:What is Lowedown smoking? He thinks that he's already won Survival Series!

Lowedown:Allow me to explain. Look at all the other teams that are standing in our way here! We have Team Ezekial...

(Lowedown pauses...)

Lowedown:and Team Ezekial consists of Captain Zeke, Tamer, Kolic, the Sandmann, and some mystery partner who nobody cares about. Do you think for one minute that any of the Family members give a rat's @$$ about the money as much as Zeke's team does? First of all, Zeke would get a new trailer and pay someone to help take the wheels off of it. Kolic would probably be the guy who gets paid to take the wheels off of Zeke's trailer. Tamer would hunt down some dangerous plastic, pink flamingos to out in the front yard. The Sandmann would spend all day in the bathroom drinking beer and reading the articles of every Playboy ever written in Zeke's trailer!

(Crowd laughs...)

JR:This isn't very nice!

King:Oh come on! He's just trying to rib those guys!

Lowedown:Oh and the mystery guy...the Family don't care who you are! So do yourself a favor and not show up at all! I guarantee that if you are able to step into this ring, you won't be stepping out of it! Just a lil' friendly advice from the Family.

(Pause)

Lowedown:Next, we have the team of Tobey Miliken, Tai Hashi, Nate Adams, Axe, and Jackson Roe.

(Lowedown looks over at Dozer...)

Lowedown:Wasn't Jackson Roe the name of the lawyer who screwed up my bWo deal?

(Dozer leans in...)

Dozer:Sounds like it.

Lowedown:Anyways, we all know what kind of leader Tobey is. The boy has no common sense and no ability to lead. Why did they put him as the captain in the first place? To simply show that even Bruiser has a sense of humor. Tobey, you're nothing but a joke in this federation and you are going to be the biggest joke of Survival Series just like the team you're in charge of! Well, maybe not Tai Hashi. Tai, if you ever get tired of playing in the minors and stepping up to the big leagues, you should give the Family a call sometime. Your career will skyrocket the moment you put your pen to the paper. Nate and Jackson Roe, I don't know you, but I bet you know me. So know what kind of reputation I have for the new kids on the block who step up before they have gotten their feet wet!

(Pause)

And as for you Axe, I think the crowd can pretty much say it for me. What do you think peeps?

(The crowd begins to chant "Axe-hole" as Lowedown holds the microphone out to the crowd...)

Lowedown:Well, need I say anymore about that? No? Let's move on then! Hardcore Harry's team. This is the one I expect to see suck the best out of all the Survivor Series! Because we all know that the moment the big show comes up and the main event is ready to go...Hardcore Harry...is no show! I don't think anyone here will disagree with me! Even Harry's team would agree with me! Shane Perish, Mafioso, Cash Flo, and Dale Anderson would all look you in the eyes and tell the world that you will never be a main eventer in this business! The guy over there serving nachos has a better shot at being a main eventer than Harry does! Shane Perish will come out wearing his Union t-shirt and parade around the ring like the Union is brand new! Cash Flo will think he's better than everyone and start a fight with the fans. And of course, Dale Anderson will probably no show and be kicked out of the BMWF!

JR:I think Lowedown is being a bit hard on these guys!

King:He's just speaking his mind!

Lowedown:My half brother's Ash's team? Nah! I pretty much single handedly beat Scotty and Ash for the tag team titles and the Judge refuses to take my phone calls. So let's go right to the final team. The team of Master Z! Master Z has Ravven, Alexi Romanov, Kevin Storm, and Zabu! Wow Z! I am impressed! You got the biggest group of freaks in the BMWF stepping into the ring against my team! Let me announce my team just in case some of you haven't heard. On my team, we have my own brother Dozer...

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:We have William Black...

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:We have Ryushi Fujita! The Light Heavyweight sensation!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:And then...then we have...Howitzer!

(Crowd pops as Lowedown listens to the crowd and then holds his hand up and tries to quiet the crowd down...)

Lowedown:Now before everyone gets psyched up about the guy says, "Lather up and shave your @$$!" to everybody, let me clear up something for you partner. Do you know why you were placed on my team Howie? Because I think you might be just the right piece to the puzzle. You might be the winning combination to the team that will dominate the Survival Series! Then again, I don't know you very well Howie. So I guess I'm placing my trust in you to help us win. So guess what Howie? I am telling you straight up here tonight! You play with the Family, and you could be seeing some of the million dollar prize. You swerve the Family, you could be seeing an ambulance wheeling your @$$ to the hospital! It's your choice Howie! You think about it for me would ya? I can be your best friend or I can be the one who takes the food off of your table! I am the man who can either make you or break you! That is the Lowedown on that!

(The crowd begins to chant for Lowedown as he nods his head in approval. Lowedown then continues...)

Lowedown:Now, we come to the better part of the evening where I choose the wrestler who is going to be my tag team partner to hold these tag team titles currently on Dozer's shoulders.

(Lowedown pulls one of the tag titles off of Dozer's shoulder and holds it up in the air...)

Lowedown:Two weeks ago, these tag team titles were won by myself with a lil' bit of help from the Rock himself.

(Looks into the camera...)

Lowedown:You are the man Rock! Thanks buddy! Anyways, I have thought long and hard about who this person should be someone who has natural talent and is also someone who I can respect. Someone who has the knowledge and the skills to watch my back. Someone who...

(Lowedown walks over and pulls the other tag belt off of his brother's shoulder and holds it up...)

Lowedown:Someone who is not only part of the Family, I need someone who is family!

(Lowedown suddenly walks back over and places the belt on his brother's shoulder. Dozer looks at his brother in disbelief as he looks at the tag title...)

Lowedown:Brother, you are now officially my new tag team partner and one half of the tag team champions! That is definitely the Lowedown on that!

(Lowedown shakes hands with his brother as he then holds up the tag team belt. Lowedown finally turns back around and looks into the camera...)

Lowedown:Z, last week you called me out when I wasn't even in the same state old man! Why kind of man are you to up and call me out when you knew I wasn't even in the arena? Takes a real man to do something like that champ! Well, I'm here now Z! Why don't you try me now? Why don't you come out here like the man you say you are and get some?

(Lowedown leans against the ropes as he looks towards the entrance way...)

Lowedown:I hope you are listening to me Z because this is just the beginning of your life as a champion coming to an end. I am coming back to take that World title from you and become the six time World Heavyweight champion! We are going to step into this ring one on one soon and you are going to be face to face with the man who burned you a while back and I bet you still have the scars to prove it don't ya? When I face you one on one again, it's going to make that match seem like we were making Smores when I get done whippin' your @$$! I'm tired of listening to your garbage and I am going to get a small piece of yor @$$ here tonight in Seattle! I'm going to show Howtizer what I expect him to do at Survival Series! We are going to give you some pain plain and simple and there ain't a d@mn thing you can do about it except accept it! Ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

("Lean Back" begins to play again as Lowedown and Dozer walk to the center of the ring and hold the tag team titles up in the air as the crowd is heard chanting for the Family...)

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, the Family is here and they mean business!

King:I think Lowedown just wanted a long promo! HAHAHA!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Fighting out of Philadelphia, PA...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

"The Extreme ICON" Sandmann

("Enter the Sandmann" plays as Sandmann comes to the stage along with Embalmer. Sandmann downs a few beers as he walks down the stage. Embalmer chugs a jar of embalming fluid. Sandmann lights a cigarette as he crosses over the guardrail, stands on a chair and pours a beer down a moronic fan's gullet. Embalmer starts to pour embalming fluid down the guys throat, but Sandmann stops him before he can cause the fan any harm. Sandmann then enters the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Bill Alfonzie...
Fighting out of Bombay, India...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Human Highlight Reel" Zabu

(Arabic music plays as Zabu and Bill Alfonzie come to the ring. They get into the ring. Zabu looks up into the rafters and points.)

ZABU: HEY! ABOOLABALOO!

(Alfonzie lays an Arabic prayer rug down on the ring mat. Zabu gets down on his knees on the carpet.)

KING: Quiet, JR! Zabu is going to pray to the Sheik!

ZABU: HEY! ALABOOLO! BOLLOO SHEIK ABAOLLOOO!)

(He jumps up and runs around the ring like a madman.)

KING: Wait! What is this?

(A bunch of guys wearing kaffiyeh head coverings come out as the Arabic music plays again.)

JR: Good grief! These guys all look like the original Sheik!!

KING: I heard the old guy had 1524 wives back in Syria!

JR: Wait a minute! They're dragging two masked men and some guy in his undies to the ring.

KING: Look! It's the Iron Geek!

(Iron Geek comes to the ring carrying the Iranian flag. He gets in the ring along with the rest of the Arabs.)

GEEK: HA! America! Ha! Iran #1! Iron Geek #1! Zabu #1! America--*HOCK*-Phooey!

KING: Yuk! An Iranian loogie just hit the masked man #1!

JR: Who are these masked men?

GEEK: Now, we show why Iran #1! Give Geek Indian clubs!

KING: Look at the Geek go with those clubs! He's 90 years old, but still swings those clubs better than anybody!

JR: Whoops! One of the clubs just slipped and fell on Masked Man #1's toes!

(MM1 dances around holding his broken toes.)

KING: Whoops! There went the other one onto Masked Man #2's foot!

JR: Now, they're both dancing around holding their feet!

Oh, no! Zabu has MM#1! Embalmer is pouring embalming fluid down the guys gullet!

KING: Oh, no! Get that masked man some Aciphex!

JR: Now, Sandmann and Zabu are taking turns whacking MM#2 with Singapore canes!

KING: What is that taped to the little guy in his undies' back?

(The camera closes in and we can read a sign that says, "I am a Sheik wannabe jobber!')

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

KING: The bell?

JR: It looks like the jobbers have gotten their wish--a BMWF match!

Sandmann, Zabu and Iron Geek have the Masked Men and Underoo Kid in Camel Clutches!

*DING DING*

JR: The masked men and undie all submit in 1 second!!

KING: Wait! What is the Emblamer doing? He's reaching into his pants! YAHHH!

*WOOOSH!* *SIZZLE* *HISS* *FRY*

JR: The Embalmer just threw a huge fireball at the MM's and Undie!

KING: Just what we've always wanted--fried M&M's!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Byron Stamford checks his wristbands)

(The Couch walks up)

The Couch: Well, if it isn't former U.K. Champion, Mr. Paramount, the English Hammer.

(The Couch extends his hand)

(Byron grins, and shakes Couch's hand)

Byron: Finally, I meet an American who isn't an addlebrained idiot.

The Couch: Now, Mr. Stamford. You have a match coming up against El Pansio, but let's forget that for a second. What about next week. Survival! An event The Couch CAN'T wait for. Tell me, my man, your thoughts on you and Team Ash.

Byron: Team Ash? Survival? I shall graciously admit that was a superb selection Ash made, choosing Mr. Paramount myself. Why? Because that means a mediocre team with miniscule potential consisting of moderately talented stars such as Scotty Scott and Judge is elevated to another level. With Byron 'the English Hammer' Stamford on Team Ash, the teams becomes an omnipotent force. Rather unlike the Seattle
Supersonics.

(The crowd boos)

The Couch: Anyway, are you saying you don't like that Scotty Scott or Judge?

Byron: No, I never said that. But, I will say this. Come Survival, Team Ash will celebrate one ineffably exhilerating victory. And, in the Main Event, I will enjoy the accolade of $1,000,000.

(Byron checks his kneepads)

Byron: If you'll excuse me, this baleful Brit has a pansy to decimate.

(Byron walks way)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From London, England...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

"Byron 'the English Hammer' Stamford" Byron Stamford

(The lights dim to an eerie, fluttering grey strobe)
(The Bruisertron is emblazed by a wavering image of the United Kingdoms flag)
(Alice Cooper's 'Lost in America' blares over the PA)
(Byron trudges out. He lifts his warhammer up to the sky as he stands on the ramp)
(A number of the fans, who must have been listening to Byron's Anti-American remarks, boo)
(A few members of the crowd, wearing shirts with U.K. symbolism, applaud)
(One guy in the front row holds up a sign that says: 'El Pansio Is My Mom')
(Byron places his warhammer near the apron before he rolls into the ring)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

El Pansio

(La Cucaracha plays as Pansio comes to the ring.)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: The debut mach of the English Hammer.

King: Who?

JR: El Pansio chops Byron's chest.
Byron stands, undaunted by the attack.
El Pansio throws a punch.
Byron intercepts it and turns it into an Armdrag.
Pansio stands up.
Byron Armdrags him again.
El Pansio, frustrated, jumps to his feet.
Byron executes a Snapmare.
Byron applies a Front Necklock.
JR: Byron Stamford fluently moving from move-to-move.
King: El Pansio hasn't hit Byron once!
JR: Did you watch the first chop of the match?
King: Bite me.

KING: WAIT! STOP! I don't say things like "Bite me"> If you're going to write me talking, keep me in character! OK, back to our regularly scheduled match!

JR: El Pansio stands up.
Byron wrenches the hold on tighter.
Rick Patrick checks if its a choke.
El Pansio flips Byron into a bridged pin.
Rick Patrick: 1.
Byron releases the hold and rolls out.
El Pansio kicks Byron in the abdomen.
El Pansio attempts a DDT.
Byron twists around, locking Pansio in an Arm Wrench. Immediately, Byron sweeps out El Pansio's legs.
Byron covers.
Rick Patrick: 1 . . . 2 . . .
El Pansio kicks out.
Byron connects an Armdrag and locks on an Armbar.
JR: Excellent Oklahoma-style Armbar!
King: Oh, not again . . .
Byron screams: Tap! Tap! TAP!
El Pansio grabs the ropes.

KING:JR, are you or Byron talking right here?

JR: Byron maintains the Armbar.
Rick Patrick: 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . .
Byron releases the hold.
Quickly, Byron forces his boot against El Pansio and pushes Pansio's throat into the bottom rope.

KING: Now, Patrick is commentating!

Rick Patrick: 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . .
JR: This is uncalled for!
King: I called for a little Heel-style cheating. Makes a match more exciting.
Byron walks away.
El Pansio slowly recuperates.

KING: Now, I'm commentating! What the heck is going on here?

JR: Give tje kid a break, King!
Byron approaches.
El Pansio elbows Byron's stomach.
El Pansio attempts a Clothesline.
Byron swiftly ducks.
El Pansio turns around.
Byron executes a Rib Breaker.
JR: Anyway, Byron is dominating this match.
King: I heard Pansio's ribcage shatter!
Byron lifts up El Pansio.
JR: Byron whips El Pansio into the corner.
Byron follows up with a Diving Shoulderblock.
El Pansio stumbles out of the corner.
Byron delivers a Fireman's Carry.
Byron laughs and flexes his biceps.
(Crowd jeers)
King: Seattle never shows respect!
JR: Well, he seems a bit cocky for a newcomer, King.
King: He was a champion in England for 15 months.
JR: Then write a book about him.

KING: Wait! I could care less where he was a Champion! This is one of the most out of character matches ever. Is

JR: Byron picks El Pansio up.
Byron Snap Suplexes El Pansio.
Byron nips up to his feet.
Byron waits.
JR: Why is Stamford stalling?
King: The Paramount's doing so well, he deserves a tea break.
El Pansio struggles to his feet.
Byron bounces off the ropes.
El Pansio stumbles.
Byron hits a Facebuster.
King: Ouch. Pansio's even uglier now!

JR: Byron slightly crouches.
A dazed El Pansio finally stands up.
Byron connects the London Hammer, Pansio's body bounces off the mat.
Byron quickly flips Pansio over onto his stomach, and locks his left leg in the Indian Deathlock. Suddenly, he arches back and applies a Sleeper Hold.
JR: The England Cross!
King: It's over.
El Pansio taps.

JR: There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Byron Stamford!

KING: I'm glad that's over! I really hate it when I'm out of character!

(Lost in America plays as Byron flexes to a unison of boos)
Rick Patrick helps El Pansio stand up.
Byron knocks El Pansio down.
The English Hammer rolls out of the ring.
JR: Wait! What the hell is he doing?
King: Celebrating.
JR: He grabbed a damn chair! Why does a celebrating grappler from England need a steel chair?
King: To sit down and eat crumpets?
Byron rolls into the ring and unfolds the chair.
Rick Patrick tries to halt Byron.
Byron ignores Rick, and hoists up El Pansio.
JR: Don't do it!
Then, Byron T-Bone Suplexes El Pansio into the unfolded chair.
El Pansio shrills in pain.
King: Or to break the spine of a Mexican jobber. Yeah, totally logical.
Bryon, grinning, exits to an even louder unison of jeers.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>
 
(Sweet, charming classical music plays quietly in the background of the Men’s room of the Key Arena in Seattle, Washington. Five cubicle doors are locked, we then hear a flushing noise in one of the cubicles, the clicking of the lock and then the door swings open. Out steps ‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi, zipping up his trousers. He walks towards the sinks and washes his hands when a man comes in behind him. This man is about the same height as Hashi, probably a bit bigger with a large ginger beard across his face and a baldhead. The man looks into the mirror and looks at Tai Hashi.)
 
Bald Headed Dude: “Yo, has anyone ever told you that you look just like ‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi?”
 
(Tai doesn’t turn around; he looks at himself in the mirror and grins.  He then pivots and looks at the man.)
 
Bald Headed Dude: “Wait a second! You ‘are’ Tai Hashi!”
 
(Tai grins and rubs his goatee on the end of his chin.)
 
Tai Hashi: “That’s me bud.”
 
Bald Headed Dude: “Dude, I heard you got a Television Championship match tonight.”
 
Tai Hashi: “Yeah I have, against the most hated man, the movie star, Tobey Miliken.”
 
Bald Headed Dude: “I hope you kick his <bleep> man, good luck.  Damn, I need a pee.”
 
(The bald headed dude runs into a cubicle to relieve himself as Tai Hashi leaves the men’s room. Tai walks down a corridor, as he walks down he is talking to the camera.)
 
Tai Hashi: “I came back to my what I like to call my ‘homeland’, the BMWF, two weeks ago. What have I done these past two weeks? Defeat some jobber called Larry Flinn. Now this week yours truly ‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi is getting a shot at the BMWF Television Championship. Am I happy? Of course I’m happy!  Am I ready?  You’re d@mn right I’m ready, I’m ready to whoop Tobey Miliken back to Hollywood and I’m ready to grab that Television Championship and strap it right around my waist, I am more than ready!”
 
(Tai Hashi turns a corner and continues talking.)
 
Tai Hashi: “I have never faced ‘The Movie Star’ Tobey Miliken before, so I’m not sure exactly what to expect. However, Tobey Miliken should know what to expect from ‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi and that is one hell of a mother<bleep>ing butt kicking to hell and back! Since I began wrestling professionally in May two thousand and three the first wrestling promotion I looked at was the Bruiser Mania Wrestling Federation, I signed my contract and I was done. Four months later I became the BMWF Light-Heavyweight Champion, however, my reign was short lived, must’ve been only a month. Tonight, I don’t plan on winning the title and then losing it a month later. Now, I’m going to win the BMWF Television Championship AND I’m going to reign longer than any other Television Champion has done before!”
 
(Tai Hashi now approaches the men’s locker room and walks in, inside the locker room are various other BMWF Superstars and low-carders. Tai gets to his area; a poster of him is on the wall alongside his t-shirt and guitar.)
 
Tai Hashi: “Something strange is happening though. This week, today, I’m facing Tobey Miliken, one-on-one for the Television Championship, next week, on BMWF’s November PPV event, Survival, I will be on Tobey’s team! The fans love me, I have a fan base that is pretty big called ‘The Hashi Army’, and this dude is the most hated man in the BMWF, possibly the world!!! The reason why they’re not shooting Saddam Hussein is because they want to save the bullet for Tobey! Tobey and me are not the only ones on our team though; we have Axe, Nate Adams and Jackson Roe.  I know exactly what you are thinking, ‘who?’  I’m on a team with guys who the fans hate! I’m on a team with two virtually unknown superstars! Whoever books the matches here in the BMWF really does have a screw loose somewhere.  Then look at my opponents, Ezekiel who has some religious cult thing going on, Tamer, I have respect for this guy, he has his eyes set on Axe, then we have Kolic.  Me and Kolic go back a long way, we were both members of ‘The Chicago Way’ and when TCW went down we created ‘Rock Star Inc’.  Although I’m disappointed about what’s going down at Survival, I’m still going to pull out all the stops and make sure I win! Then I’m going to the one million dollar Survival match and I’m going to do win that!! But before then, I have a Television Championship match I need to take care off.  Dig that!”
 
(Tai Hashi starts rummaging through his gym bag as the scene slowly fades away to the next.)

>>>

(Cut in to a wide shot of Seattle's Key Arena, the next facility to host the BMWF's Bedlam.)

(The shot pans around the outer perimeter of the relatively new arean until focusing on a man that is sitting on some concrete steps just below the Key Arena sign. As the camera gets closer, the man can be identified. It's Jackson Roe and he's listening to an old Walkman radio.As he starts to speak he removes the earphones and rests them around his neck.

Roe: Most of you don't know who I am but that's alright. That's going to change very shortly. You see, I've got an opportunity to make a better life for myself by making other people's lives miserable. The first person who gets that honor is Billy the Kid.

(Roe looks down at the concrete and shakes his head for a moment, then looks back at the camera and continues.)

Roe: What am I supposed to do? Wrestle him or have a shootout at high noon with him? To be honest, he's merely the beginning for me here in the BMWF. A steppingstone to bigger and better things. And better things are clearly on the horizon after being selected to participate in the Survivor pay per view. Look at the team I've been selected to. Tobey, the tv champ. Tai Hashi, the returning rock star. The self proclaimed complete package, Nate Adams. And the Axe man as well. Regardless of what I might think about any of'em they some good ones to be paired with.

(Roe stands and walks down the steps)

Roe: Survivor on November 29 is when I get the chance to showcase my abilities against Ezekiel, Tamer, Kolic, Sandmann and that oh so scary mystery man. Mystery man? I'm the true mystery man. Nobody in the BMWF knows what I'm capable of and all of you can discount me at your own peril. Take me lightly and you will wind up finding out just what Redemption is all about.

(He begins putting the earphones back on)

Roe: At Bedlam, Billy the Kid will be the first to feel the power of Redemption, but he certainly won't be the last.

(Roe walks away as the scene fades)

>>>

(A camera crew awaits the arrival of BMWF stars outside the Key Arena. A few
seconds pass before a black limo pulls up. The two passenger doors in the
back open and out step Mafioso and his manager Carlos. The two men start to
walk into the arena when they are approached by Michael Bole)

Bole: Mafioso! Wait!

(Mafioso stops and turns to face Bole)

Mafioso: What do you want Bole!?

Bole: I just wanted to know why you attacked William Black two weeks ago and
why you didn't show up last week on Bedlam as scheduled?

Mafioso: Patience amigo. I promise you that tonight you'll get your answers!

(Mafioso walks into the arena as Bole and the camera crew continue to await
the arrival of other superstars)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Friar Fergus...
Hailing from St. Michaels Cathedral...
Weighing in at 183 pounds...

Altar Boy Mark

(Catholic choir music plays as Altar Boy Mark, wearing his altar boy robe makes his way to the ring along with Friar Fergus. He blesses the fans as he walks to the ring. After getting into the ring, he blesses it.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of St. Louis, MO...
Weighing in at 243 pounds...

Jackson Roe

KING: Hey, I thought this Roe guy was supposed to fight Billy the Kid!

JR: Well, it turns out that Billy's BMWF contract expired months ago and he's in the WWFE!

KING: Oh, yeah. We really have to get that roster page updated!

JR: Well, fortunately, Roe didn't write any match spots for this match, so we won't have to substitute names here!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Jackson Roe goes for a dropkick, but Altar Boy Mark side-steps and Jackson Roe
only hits air.
Altar Boy Mark blesses the ring.
There is no crowd reaction.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a kick to the midsection, but Jackson Roe blocks it.
Jackson Roe goes for a dropkick, but Altar Boy Mark side-steps and Jackson Roe
only hits air.
Altar Boy Mark uses a Frankensteiner from the top rope on Jackson Roe.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark throws Jackson Roe out of the ring.
Altar Boy Mark rolls out under the bottom rope.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Altar Boy Mark goes for an armdrag takedown, but Jackson Roe counters it with
a lariat.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Jackson Roe shoves Altar Boy Mark into the guardrail.
Joe Finch counts: 2.
Jackson Roe goes for an atomic drop, but Altar Boy Mark blocks it.
Joe Finch counts: 3.
Altar Boy Mark climbs back into the ring.
Jackson Roe follows him back in.
Altar Boy Mark punches Jackson Roe.
Altar Boy Mark hits Jackson Roe.
There is no crowd reaction.
Jackson Roe punches Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark chops Jackson Roe.
There is no crowd reaction.
Altar Boy Mark takes Jackson Roe down with a dropkick.
Altar Boy Mark hits Jackson Roe with a springboard dropkick.
Altar Boy Mark is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark blesses the ring.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Altar Boy Mark nails Jackson Roe with a spin kick.
Altar Boy Mark nails Jackson Roe with spinning headscissors.
Altar Boy Mark punches Jackson Roe.
Altar Boy Mark sends Jackson Roe into the turnbuckle, but Jackson Roe
reverses it.
Jackson Roe runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Jackson Roe hits Altar Boy Mark with a dropkick.
Jackson Roe goes for a bulldog, but Altar Boy Mark counters it with
a back suplex.
In turn, Jackson Roe counters it with a bulldog.
Jackson Roe executes the Redemption on Altar Boy Mark.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Jackson Roe!

JR: We'll be right back! 0:06:00

Lilly Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome to the ring, Brodie Manson!
 
('Cherry Lips’ by Garbage plays as Brodie Manson herself walks out from behind the curtains, dressed in a camouflage jumpsuit and leather boots. Brodie walks down the ramp gaining a lot of support from the fans with high fives. She climbs the stairs and slides between the bottom and middle rope to enter the ring. Brodie walks to one side of the ring and leans over the ropes as the fans cheer her on. She then takes a microphone from Lilly Garcia.)

KING: Look at Lilly! She's checking Brodie out!
 
Brodie: You know what I'm thinking right now boys and girls? Do you know what's running through the mind of Brodie Manson? I’m thinking about how great it is to be in the best d@mn state in the United States, you know what I mean, I’m talking about good old Washington!!
 
(Crowd erupts into thundering cheers.)
 
JR: Listen to this crowd, King!
 
King: Yeah, yeah.
 
Brodie: The state where no one can look at you for drinking too much because they’re drinking just as much as you are. It makes me proud to know that I was born and raised in such a great looking state as this one. But enough with this, I came out here with a purpose, and that is the Survival match next week. Who’s ready for Survival?
 
(A huge pop from the crowd mentioning the upcoming pay per view.)
 
JR: That’s going to be a huge night, King!
 
King: Yeah, plus all the women.
 
JR: King, you must understand that these women are professional athletes, not just eye candy.
 
King: It’s all the same to me, JR!
 
Brodie: I actually think it’s great now that the division is getting the recognition it deserves. There are many different types of matches that are getting put up that we haven’t been able to do before. Even if most of them involve “Miss North Carolinan Ho” Spirit. Yes, tonight and next week I’ll have my chance to legally toss her around from pillar to post from Seattle all the way to Canada if I have to!
 
(Crowd Pops.)
 
Brodie: But what else can I say about this match? I sure hope the new WWFE girls are ready because what they did back then is nothing compared to the hard work of the BMWF. Kim Gail and Nittia are both young and very inexperienced women and both of them can be taken down easily. Heck, I beat the Flabby Moolah could take both of them on! But how about Dizi?
 
(Crowd pops even louder.)
 
Brodie: She’s probably going to be the most difficult of them all. She’s the Women’s Champion, she beaten nearly everyone involved in this match, except me, and she’s absolutely fabulous! I bit screwy at times, I’ll admit, but fabulous nonetheless. I think that she is one of the best Women’s Champions that the BMWF has seen in years, that is until I decide to become the Champion. Can’t you just see it? Brodie in the gold? It will be remarkable!! But until that comes around, I’m out.
 
(“Cherry Lips” plays as the camera fades.)

>>>

(Nate Adams is walking towards the center of the Arena, getting ready to go down to the ring for his match.  Suddenly and arm swings from a corner and strikes him across the throat, knocking him to the ground.  Witherspoon steps from around the corner slowly shakes his head.)
 
Witherspoon:  You misunderstood me.  I’m talking about it’s going to be hard for you to advance anywhere, now that you’ve got me on your @$$!  You really didn’t think I was going to let your comments fly, did you?
 
(Witherspoon picks him off the floor and throws him into a stack of chairs, knocking many of them to the ground.  Witherspoon crouches next to him and slaps him across the face.)
 
Witherspoon:  What?  No little smart @$$ comments?  That’s too bad.
 
(Witherspoon picks him up in a headlock and drags him to the Jobber’s locker room.  He kicks the door open.  He slams Nate Adam’s head into the closet locker as the Jobbers flee from the fight.  Witherspoon grabs a fistful of Nate’s hair, slamming his head into the locker, denting it severly.  He lifts Nate Adam’s in a Spinebuster and slams him into one of the benches.  He picks him up and slams him down again.  Witherspoon stands above him, pulling a white rag from his pocket and wipping it across your forehead.)
 
Witherspoon:  D@amn they make those benches sturdy.
 
(Witherspoon notices a large bleeding cut on Nate Adam’s forehead.  He tosses the white rag on Nate’s face.)
 
Witherspoon:  Clean yourself up, your bleeding.  Now pick yourself up, you got a match next.

(The jobbers pick Nate up and thorw him out. They don't like No-Showers!)

>>>

(A Taxi Cab pulls up outside the Key Arena in Seattle Washington as Axe steps out dressed in a Nirvana t-shirt with ripped denim jeans and a pair of black Converse sneakers. He grabs his duffel bag from the trunk and pays the driver before stopping to address the cameraman.)

Axe: So I am not the BMWF Television Champion...instead I join the Champ Tobey Miliken along with Tai Hashi, Nate Adams and Jackson Roe at the Survivor PPV against Ezekiel, Kolic, Sandmann, the Mystery opponent and....Tamer.

(Crowd gives a loud pop.)

Axe: Who happens to be here tonight.

(Another cheap pop.)

Axe: Cheer for him all you like but at Survivor I intend on destroying him. If you people have been noticing I've had a target on my back and there's been quite a few shots at it. Attacked backstage...in the ring...trying to mess with my mind.

Axe: I guess there's always another chance to be a Television Champion tonight I face the man who seems to have a real grudge on Tobey Miliken his name is Cash Flo.

(The crowd roars with boos.)

Axe: For once I can actually agree with this crowd! You know the moment he came back my headaches started up again...he just never...stops...talking and he thinks he's so special. He's as special as a case of Hemorrhoids! A pain in the *Bleep* literally!

King: HA! HA! Did you see how he made the connection between Cash Flo and H-

JR: (Cuts him off and speaks sarcastically) Very funny King. Ha. Ha.

Axe: In fact I actually requested this match tonight so I can get my hands around Cash Flo and finally shut him up for good! Tonight it's Cash Flo Hunting!

(Axe makes his way inside the Key Arena as the scene fades out.)

King: Oh man Cash Flo Hunting! Axe is hilarious!

JR: Yeah whatever King. We'll be right back folks!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Toronto, ON, Canada...
Weighing in at 226 pounds...

"The Complete Package" Nate Adams

KING: Well, this kid sure has a big mouth on the forums, so why didn't he RP?

JR: Look for his excuse on the boards later on, King!

NOTE: FOR  BEST EFFECT, CLICK HERE BEFORE PROCEEDING!

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 407 pounds...

Joe Gomer

(The Gomer Pyle theme plays as Joe Gomer waddles to the the ring. He has a goofy looking smile on his face)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Nate Adams whips Joe Gomer into the ropes.
Nate Adams misses with a kick.
Nate Adams executes a dropkick on Joe Gomer.
Nate Adams sends Joe Gomer into the turnbuckle, but Joe Gomer reverses it.
Joe Gomer charges into the corner.
Joe Gomer puts Nate Adams in a bearhug.
Nate Adams manages to grab the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Joe Gomer throws Nate Adams out of the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Joe Gomer!

KING: HA HA HA! Joe Gomer beat Nate Adams!

GOMER: SUR-PRIZE! SUR-PRIZE! SUR-PRIZE!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>
 

(Standing outside of an unmarked locker room door is BMWF reporter Michael
Bole, clutching his mic in a tight grip. Staring at the camera, he adjusts
his BMWF shirt, waiting for his signal.)

BOLE: Thanks, J.R. I'm standing outside of newcomer Alexei Romanov's locker
room. Tonight, he's making his BMWF debut against Larry Flinn and I'm here
to get his thoughts. Let's see if he's in.

(Bole knocks on the door. After a moment, the door opens, Alexei's gloved
hand grabbing the edge of it. The 6'11" powerhouse gives Bole a once-over,
shows a look of disdain, and slams the door in his face.)

BOLE: Uh...

(Bole, hesitantly, knocks again on the door. This time, the door flies wide
open and Alexei bores his gaze right into Bole's eyes.)

ALEXEI: What is it, Michael Bole?

BOLE: Um... (blinks nervously) I'm just.. here for..

ALEXEI: Let me guess. You want my thoughts on my debut tonight, am I right?

BOLE: Uh.. (Bole nods)

ALEXEI: Fine, Bole. Here you go... Tonight is a match. What I've been
waiting for for several months since I came back to the United States. I
know very little about my opponent, but what I do know is this. I plan to go
into that ring tonight, demonstrate my ability, and make sure the last thing
Larry Flinn sees is the ring canvas coming at his head at a tremendous
velocity.

BOLE: When you hit the Exit Wo--

ALEXEI: Yes, Michael Bole. When I hit the Exit Wound. I will ensure that,
tonight, Flinn will be the first, but he will not be the last... to be
silenced.

(Turning back into his locker room, Bole again gets the door slammed in
front of him. Turning to the camera and taking in a deep breath, Bole gives
the last words.)

BOLE: Well, you heard it here. Alexei is promising to silence his critics,
and he's gonna start, tonight, with Larry Flinn.

(“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 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: GOOD LORD…We are in the apple state tonight.
 
(The crowd cheers.)
 
Tobey: Looks like the apple state has a few worms in it. About what Misty, 30,000 here tonight?
 
(The crowd boos.)
 
Tobey: Hey, don’t make me go all Ron Artest on you.
 
(The crowd starts to throw litter into the ring.)
 
Tobey: Ah… you all ain’t worth an Artestian effort. Any ways, tonight I am here to talk a little about my match, the pay per view and of course my new arch rival, Jack Cash. Speaking of which, let me show you all my new Tobey Miliken t-shirt.
 
(Misty holds up the shirt and smiles.)
 
Tobey: As you can see, it’s in black, my favorite color. And of course on the front it says, “ The most hated man in the world.” Then on the back it says,  “I am not a homo phobe, I am HOMODISLEXIC.”
 
(The crowd laughs and boos.)
 
Tobey: Ah look there. Did I offend you pretty boy? Are you upset because your Hollywood Idol is not from San Fransico? HA HA HA!
 
Misty: I could straighten him out Tobey.
 
Tobey: Baby, you straighten me out EVERY NIGHT! WHOA! Now let’s talk about matters. Matter number one. The match tonight. Never look beyond your current opponent. Tonight Tai, you might be smaller, quicker then me. And I don’t just mean in the bed. But in the ring. You are a bit of a tough guy to prepare for. I mean what am I suppose to do to train for a match with you? I had to go and bring in some dudes from Japan just to get an idea on how to train for you. And I think I found a weakness. You see Tai, your strength is your speed. And if you can’t walk, you can’t run. If you can’t run, your can be quicker than me. So tonight, I am going to take away your quickness. And when I get through with you… you are going to be a stumbling, bumbling mess. But don’t worry Tai, I won’t completely destroy you. I want you to be able to compete for the pay per view.
Which brings me to MATTER TWO! The pay per view. It’s a bit weird how it all works out. I have Tai and Cash my two latest victims on my team, but I also have the newly acquired BMWF talent, “The Complete Package” Nate Adams.
 
(The crowd boos.)
 
Tobey: Now a lot of trash has been thrown around about how Nate is a rookie and can’t possibly compete with Zeke and his team of losers. BUT… what everyone is going to find out is that Nate Adams is the next BIG SUPERSTAR in this fed. I have had the disturbing priviledge of working with Howtizer and Ezekiel. And while both are good, they can not hold a candle to Nate Adams. And as a supreme judge of character, by just having a association with Zeke and Howie I think you would all agree that I have a great judge of talent. Nate is going to surprise everyone at the pay per view and then you will all see, just how great TEAM TOBEY IS…even with Axe and Tai on it.
Now Axe, Tai, I hope we can put differences aside and look to the pay per view as a chance to fight for the better of good. A million dollars worth of good. So after tonight boys, let’s call a truce until after the pay per view.
Finally to the man I affectionately call, “THE JACK CASH”. Cash you are just like the rest of the people here in Seattle Washington. A WORM! So let’s just put it all down like this. You are not going to wrestle for my title. Not now, not at the pay per view, NOT EVER! And EVER…MEANS FOR EVER! You are not a talented athlete. You are at best a mid card jobber who can barely compete with girl scouts. So go back to selling your cookies, winning your merit badges and leave the big show to the big boys. By the way Cash, if you have any mint chocolate surprise cookies, I will take a couple of boxes.
As for the rest of you worms… see you in a few.
 
(Tobey drapes the TV title over his shoulder and he and Misty Rivers walk out of the ring towards the back.)

>>>

(The camera cuts to Cheri Runnels standing backstage with Dizi and her brother.)

Cheri: I'm standing backstage with BMWF Women's Champion, Dizi MacPhearson and her brother and manager, Donnie. How are you, Dizi?

Dizi: Pretty good. I had been sick for a while, but I'm better now.

Cheri: Well, that's good.

Dizi: Yeah, because Donnie kept making me take cough syrup and it was the nastiest tasting stuff I've had since Axe kept me locked in that little room.

Cheri: You have a match tonight...

Dizi: I thought for a while that that lousy food was the worst thing I'd ever taste, but that cough syrup was disgusting!

Donnie: It was for your own good....

Dizi: That's what you always say.... 'This is for your own good. That's for your own good.'

Donnie: Hey, I'm only taking care of you!

Cheri: About your match tonight...

Dizi: But why is it that every time you say something's for my own good, it's unpleasant?

Donnie: Because sometimes you have to take cough syrup or go to the dentist or do something unpleasant to get better or stay healthy.

Dizi: That doesn't mean I have to like it!

Donnie: Well, I don't like it either. It's not like I enjoy making you take your medicine or go to the dentist. I'm just taking care of you!

Dizi: And you do a wonderful job.

Donnie: Really? I didn't think you noticed.

Dizi: I always notice, Bubba... you're my favorite brother!

Donnie: I'm your only brother.

Dizi: The sentiment is the same.

(Cheri rolls her eyes and tries to get the interview back on track.)

Cheri: Dizi! You're in a tag team match tonight....

(Dizi turns back to Cheri and smiles.)

Dizi: Hi, Cheri!

Cheri: Hi. You have a match tonight...

Dizi: (glances at her brother) Do I?

Donnie: Tag team match. You, Spirit and Kim Gail are taking on Brodie, Judge Moonie and Dazz.

Dizi: Huh. I'd better go get ready, then.

(Dizi promptly turns and disappears down the hall. Donnie smiles at Cheri, shrugs and follows after his sister. Cheri looks at the camera and smiles.)

Cheri: And there you have it, from the BMWF's Women's Champion, Dizi MacPhearson.


FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Ukraine...
Weighing in at 345 pounds...

Alexei Romanov

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

Larry Flinn


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Larry Flinn whips Alexei Romanov into the ropes, but Alexei Romanov reverses it.
Alexei Romanov executes a powerslam on Larry Flinn.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Alexei Romanov extends his arms out in the crucifix pose.
The crowd is starting to get behind Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov hits neckbreaker on Larry Flinn.
A small "Alexei Romanov" chant is being started.
Alexei Romanov takes Larry Flinn down with a spinebuster.
Alexei Romanov goes for neckbreaker, but Larry Flinn blocks it.
Larry Flinn punches Alexei Romanov.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Alexei Romanov chops Larry Flinn.
Alexei Romanov punches Larry Flinn.
A small "Alexei Romanov" chant is being started.
Alexei Romanov hits Larry Flinn.
A small "Alexei Romanov" chant is being started.
Alexei Romanov throws Larry Flinn out of the ring.
Alexei Romanov goes outside.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
Len Stanley counts: 2.
Alexei Romanov hits a European uppercut on Larry Flinn.
Len Stanley counts: 3.
Alexei Romanov throws Larry Flinn back into the ring.
Alexei Romanov brings the table into the ring.
Alexei Romanov executes an atomic drop on Larry Flinn.
Alexei Romanov hits a Gorilla Press on Larry Flinn.
Alexei Romanov whips Larry Flinn into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov misses with a clothesline.
Larry Flinn goes for the Roundhouse Kick, but Alexei Romanov counters it with
a duck-down move.
The crowd is starting to get behind Alexei Romanov.
Larry Flinn goes for a forearm smash, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov hits Larry Flinn with an atomic drop.
Alexei Romanov executes the Exit Wound on Larry Flinn.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Alexei Romanov!

JR: We'll be right back!

(The arena lights dim and the Irish flag appears on the Bruisertron)
 
P.A: She won't come, just when you want it…
 
(Suddenly, ‘Top O’ The Morning To Ya’ by House of Pain blares over the P.A.)
 
P.A: Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun…
 
King: Here we go J.R.
 
JR: What do you know something I don’t King.
 
King: No I just like this song, something good must be about to happen.
 
JR: Do you know any Irish people King?
 
King: There is that Paddy O’Brien, who made himself heard during the week.
 
(By some type of amazing coincidence ‘Irish’ Paddy O’Brien appears at the top of the entrance ramp.  He is dressed in a tight black tank top, with baggy white trousers.  He is slim build, but with very well defined upper body, evidenced by the tank top.  In one hand he carries the Irish flag, the other a microphone)
 
Paddy: Cut teh music!
 
(The music cuts abruptly, and Paddy continues in a strong Irish drawl)
 
Paddy: Ya see, this is teh start of something new.  The Irish is now in the BMWF.
 
JR: Who’s this guy?
 
King: ‘Irish’ Paddy O’Brien.  JR you really need to pay better attention.
 
Paddy: However I do have a problem.  Ya see I’m not happy about Survival.  See because here we have one o’ the best fighters ta come out o’ Ireland, yet he’s got no team.  And den there was the trouble tonight.
 
(Footage begins to play on the Bruisertron)
 
(We see Paddy O’Brien at the staff entrance to the building, talking to the security staff)
 
Paddy: What do ya mean your not letting me in?
 
Security #1: I’m sorry sir but you are not on the list and I don’t recognize your face.
 
Paddy: Bloody typical.
 
(We see Paddy walk off looking irate)
 
(The camera cuts backs to Paddy on the stage)
 
Paddy: I couldn’t convince tat guy, but ya have to respect security these days.  So I went round teh corner, where this guy was selling tickets.  Now gambling is a mugs game, and I wouldn’t encourage it.  But being unwilling to buy a ticket off this guy, I challenged him to high draw.  I’d pay double if he won, I got teh ticket for free if I won.
 
Paddy: I’ll cut it there, I’m standing here now so you can guess teh outcome.  Irish is here to stay, at Survival you’ll see teh power of teh Shamrock.  There are gonna be some broken legs.
 
(With those words, Paddy heads to the back)
 
JR: Well that was strange.
 
King: YAH, he’s Irish but he’s not a leprechaun!

>>>

(The scene opens backstage where we see Tamer walking in from the parking lot. Tamer stops at when he comes to a crew member.)

Tamer: Hey, do you know where Dizi's locker room is?

Crew member: Yeah she is down the hall to the right there and then the first left after that.

Tamer: Thanks.

(Tamer continues down the hall and then takes the right. But he stops again. The camera catches up with him and we see Kolic standing in front of Tamer.)

Kolic: Tamer my friend, welcome back.

Tamer: It's good to be back.

Kolic: Nothing like some friendly competition to get rid of your ring rust.

Tamer: Ring rust? Who says I have ring rust?

Kolic: I believe you did yourself, just yesterday.

Tamer: Yeah well... We shall see.

Kolic: Indeed we shall. So are you off to your locker room then?

Tamer: Actually I was off to Danielle's locker room.

Kolic: Oh....

Tamer: Been too long since I've had my arms wrapped around her.

Kolic: Right. Well then see you in the ring and on the team at Survivor.

Tamer: Yeah man. Here's to good competition.

(Tamer is about to leave when Kate walks up.)

Kate: Hey, Tamer. Glad to see you back.

Tamer: Thanks Kate.

Kate: Ya know, we should go on a date sometime.

Kolic/Tamer: WHAT!?
(Kate giggles.)

Kate: A double date. You and Danielle with me and Kolic.

Tamer: Yeah we should. Speaking of which I was just on my way to go see her.

Kate: Oh, well don't let me delay you.

Tamer: How about tonight after Bedlam we all go out?

Kolic: I-

Kate: Sounds great!

Tamer: Okay. I'll talk to Danielle about it.

(Tamer and Kate hug as he says goodbye. Tamer then nods at Kolic as he walks
off.)

Kolic: You know, I'm just not sure if I understand his relationship with Dizi...

Kate: They're in love... It's romantic.

Kolic: Well..um..I know..but...

Kate: But what?

Kolic: Um. Nothing. No matter what I say, I lose anyway.

Kate: You're learning.

(Kolic and Kate go into Kolic's locker room as we fade.)

>>>

(The camera fades in, we see Kevin Storm is busy doing push-ups. We see Michael Bole is standing nearby.)

Michael: Hey Kevin, you know your facing Scott Driggs again, right?

(Kevin stops doing push-ups, and stands)

Kevin: Yeah. I wonder why they did that. However, last week's match was pretty good. I hope he puts up another good fight.

Michael: You kind of beat him quickly last time, Kevin. How can you expect a good match from Driggs this time?

Kevin: Winning one match does not mean that you'll win the next, Michael.

Michael: Of course. But...

Kevin: Losing happens to every one. Sooner or later, I will lose a match. So will everyone else. I plan on winning this match. However, should I lose, I will not whine or cry about it. I will accept it and go on. Now I must get on my way.

Michael: Sure...

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

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Kevin Storm

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Savannah, GA...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

Scotty Driggs

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Scotty Driggs begs off.
Kevin Storm hits Scotty Driggs with a mule kick.
Kevin Storm almost takes Scotty Driggs's head off with a clothesline
Kevin Storm is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Kevin Storm goes for an armdrag takedown, but Scotty Driggs counters it with
spinning headscissors.
Scotty Driggs uses a flying bodypress on Kevin Storm.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Scotty Driggs goes for a dropkick, but Kevin Storm side-steps and Scotty Driggs
only hits air.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm covers Scotty Driggs.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Kevin Storm complains about a slow count.
Kevin Storm hits Scotty Driggs with cresent kick.
A few fans are cheering on Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm attempts to place Scotty Driggs on the turnbuckle, but Scotty Driggs
blocks it.
Scotty Driggs begs off.
Kevin Storm almost takes Scotty Driggs's head off with a clothesline
Kevin Storm runs into the ropes.
Scotty Driggs misses with a clothesline.
Kevin Storm misses with a clothesline.
Kevin Storm misses with a clothesline.
Scotty Driggs hits Kevin Storm with a shoulderblock.
Scotty Driggs takes Kevin Storm down with a slingshot bodyblock.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Scotty Driggs hits Kevin Storm with a fist to the midsection.
Scotty Driggs runs into the ropes.
Kevin Storm hits Scotty Driggs with a punch.
Kevin Storm goes for a mule kick, but Scotty Driggs blocks it.
Scotty Driggs whips Kevin Storm into the ropes.
Kevin Storm almost takes Scotty Driggs's head off with a clothesline
Kevin Storm smacks Scotty Driggs with a devastating clothesline .
Kevin Storm hits Scotty Driggs with a snapmare.
Kevin Storm takes Scotty Driggs down with a flying spinning leg lariat.
There is no crowd reaction.
Kevin Storm executes cresent kick on Scotty Driggs.
You could hear a pin drop.
Kevin Storm takes Scotty Driggs down with a snapmare.
Kevin Storm uses a snapmare on Scotty Driggs.
Kevin Storm executes a mule kick on Scotty Driggs.
Kevin Storm sets up Scotty Driggs on the turnbuckle.
Kevin Storm takes Scotty Driggs down with a top-rope huracanrana.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Kevin Storm hits a mule kick on Scotty Driggs.
Kevin Storm hoists Scotty Driggs high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Scotty Driggs crashing hard to the mat.
You could hear a pin drop.
Kevin Storm uses a kick to the midsection on Scotty Driggs.
Kevin Storm chops Scotty Driggs.
You could hear a pin drop.
Kevin Storm punches Scotty Driggs.
Kevin Storm nails Scotty Driggs with a mule kick.
Kevin Storm executes an armdrag takedown on Scotty Driggs.
Kevin Storm sets up Scotty Driggs on the turnbuckle.
Kevin Storm takes Scotty Driggs down with a top-rope huracanrana.
Kevin Storm runs into the ropes.
Scotty Driggs uses a dropkick on Kevin Storm.
Scotty Driggs hits Kevin Storm with a dropkick.
Scotty Driggs is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Scotty Driggs nails Kevin Storm with a Frankensteiner.
Al Johnson counts: One, shoulder up.
Scotty Driggs takes Kevin Storm down with a flying axhandle.
You could hear a pin drop.
Kevin Storm executes the Between Worlds on Scotty Driggs.
Kevin Storm goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are cheering on Kevin Storm.

*DING DING* 

ILLY: The winner is Kevin Storm!

KING: ZZZZ! ZZZZ!

JR: Wake up, King!

KING: Is it time for the show to start?

JR: It's been started for an hour already!

KING: Well, these matches were real snoozers!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Witherspoon is walking down a hallway quickly, glancing around.  He’s wearing his wrestling attire, minus his trench coat and skull cap.  He’s carrying a Post Maul over his shoulder.  Strangely, he has a shirt sticking out of his back pocket.)
 
Witherspoon:  Hurry up man, you gotta see this.
 
(Witherspoon stops outside of a door.  The camera pans around and Cash Flo’s name is written across it.  Witherspoon holds a finger to his lips.  He backs up slightly.)
 
Witherspoon:  Knock knock *bleep!*es
 
(Witherspoon lifts his foot up and kicks the door open.  Cash Flo and Flawless both stand up.  Skiz looks from his chair confused.  Witherspoon rushes in and slams the head of the post maul into Flawless’ stomach, doubling him over.  Witherspoon slams his arm into Flawless’s back, knocking him to the door.  Cash runs towards the bathroom door, but Witherspoon throws the post maul at him, striking him in the back of his legs knocking him to the floor.  Witherspoon walks over to Cash and lifts him off the ground, tossing him at a shelf against the wall, knocking several of the shelves to the ground.  Skiz continues looking on astonished.)
 
Witherspoon:  You just had to run your mouth didn’t you Cash?  Well now your going to pay for it.  You and Tobey can sit and try to one up each other over who has the best attack and what not, but nothing quite surpasses a good old fashioned beat down.
 
(Flawless stirs slightly and Witherspoon drives his large boot into his Kidney, causing him to scream in pain and curl into the fetal postion, moaning slightly.  Witherspoon walks over to Cash and lifts him onto his shoulders and slams him through the table in the center of the room with a powerbomb.  Cash lays still on the floor as Flawless continues to moan, clutching his kidney as he scoots to the door.  Witherspoon walks over and picks up his post maul, resting it on his shoulder.  He lights a cigarette and glances over at Skiz, who’s eyes are as big as dinner plates.  Witherspoon pulls out the shirt, revealing it to be a Witherspoon shirt identical to the one he’s wearing, except for the hatchet man underneath “Witherspoon” on the front.  He tosses it to Skiz)
 
Witherspoon:  Here ya go Skiz.  Wicked clowns never die.
 
(Witherspoon crouches next to Cash Flo and takes a long drag on his cigarette, flicking the ashes on Cash’s face.)
 
Witherspoon:  Poof!  You’re an ash tray, *bleep!*
 
(Witherspoon stands and walks from the room.)
 
(FADE)

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