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

(The show opens inside the Knickerbocker Arena Albany New York. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Knickerbocker Arena Albany New York! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and we are one week removed from one heck of a pay per view--Survivor 2004!

KING: Yeah, what a horrifying PPV! We received tons of letters and emails about it!

KING: No. About Richard Hatchet pulling down his pants! I hear 2 old ladies from Pasadena keeled over with heart attacks when that happened!

JR: Oh, sure, King!

(The arena lights go out and the only light is from the fans cameras.
Suddenly over the Arena sound-system comes the sound of typewriters and the
BruiserTron comes to life. On the screen, a CNN type montage begins with the
words "BREAKING NEWS" scrolling through the center. After a few moments of
the montage, it starts to spin as it fades off the BruiserTron and the words
"WHAT TIME IS IT?" spin in to replace it. After a slight pause, the words
disappear in a fiery explosion and Dick Vitale appears and screams, "IT'S
PRIME TIME BABY!" "Prime Time" by Promoe begins to blare throughout the
arena and rainbow colored pyros go off, starting at the top of the ramp and
continuing to go off all the way down to the ring. Rainbow colored lights
fill the arena.)

P.A.: DON'T HATE THE MEDIA!
BECOME THE MEDIA!
THEY ALREADY KNOW WHO WE ARE!
SO WHY NOT GET LOUDER, AND LOUDER, AND LOUDER!

King: They're Back!

(Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde appears at the top of the ramp. Kolic and Kate
walk out from behind the curtain. Ezekiel then come out onto the ramp and
stands by Clancy. Tamer walks out from behind the curtain. The crowd is
buzzing with excitement.)

JR: Last week, Prime Time reformed with the return of Vernon Vanderbilt.

(Vernon Vanderbilt comes out from behind the curtain spinning around so all
the fans can get
pictures of him. All of the Prime Time members are wearing their jackets.
They all make they're
way down towards the ring. Tamer stops along the way signing some signs and
T-shirts. Prime Time fills the ring as The Music fades away. Mr. Beauregarde
grabs a mic.)

Mr. Beauregarde: Ladies and gentlemen, Prime Time is indeed back in
business! (crowd pop) I know y'all never lost faith, and I know you've been
anxiously awaitin' the return of the most successful, most entertaining
organization in the history of the BMWF! In its long and storied history,
Prime Time has single-handedly redefined this business, and what it means
when we say "sports entertainment." This is a revolutionary group, people.
But you already know that, I'm sure. There's more to this story than meets
the eye, though. I'm gonna let Tamer tell y'all about it!

(Mr. Beauregarde smiles and hands Tamer the mic.)

Tamer: What can I say? The return of Prime Time was unstoppable. It was
bound to happen. But you are all probably wondering how it happened... It's
really a simple story. I was down and out. I needed Danielle to be safe. So
I contacted Ezekiel, who was more than willing to help. Then I was sitting
around and got a call, a call from an anonymous man. I was told to meet him
and I did so. The meeting place was a gym, equipped with a wrestling ring.
The gym also came with something else. An old mentor, and a brother. So I
had a trainer and a sparring partner. Vern and I trained together, both of
us preparing for our returns. At that point we contacted Kolic, who we knew
was an essential part of Prime Time. Ezekiel kind of fell into the fold, to
be quite honest. This group of people came together to help me...to protect
Danielle. This IS my family. We're not some thrown together group. We've
been trough things together. Ezekiel may be new, but he was there. This is a
true Union. We do not need to achieve greatness because we are already
great. This is Prime Time, a group of elite competitors. Every member of
this stable has proven themselves time and time again. We don't have some
"domination" plan. We merely exist. And that simple fact, the existence of
Prime Time, spells Greatness and Glory. All you fans will get to sit back
and enjoy the ride.

(Tamer Passes the Mic to Ezekiel)

Ezekiel: Thank you Tamer.

Crowd: SEE THE LIGHT, SEE THE LIGHT, SEE THE LIGHT

Ezekiel: Prime Time is indeed back.

(Crowd pop)

Ezekiel: So onto the anomaly. I will reiterate what I said earlier this
week. Back in February when my journey began in the BMWF, the people that
stand beside me in the ring were members of a group called Prime Time. Now
that Prime Time has been reborn with the Truth. As Tamer said I helped a
person in need, and that person has become a friend. The benefits of Prime
Time are obvious to all, but the real reasons are the people involved. These
men all know their own Truth, and they are prepared to overcome all
obstacles in their Journey. And with them, there can be no barrier that is
too difficult to traverse.

(Ezekiel passes the mic on to Kolic)

Kolic: Prime Time...some of the best experiences of my life. I won my first
title as a member and kept it for several months. I had awesome times in the
Prime Time mansion, when the Eco-System didn't put my life in danger. (Prime
Time shares a laugh) When it broke up, it was like part of my life was
taken. That, coupled with my losing the Lightweight Title, sent me into an
emotional tailspin. Now, the group I've loved is back! (Crowd pop) God has
truly blessed me with an awesome group, and I thank Him for that. Kate, I do
believe it's your turn.

(Kolic hands the mic To Kate)

Kate: What can I say that Kolic hasn't said? Prime Time is back once again,
and this time we will dominate! It seems appropriate that we return at
almost the same time as the Union and the Family. For a few months, stables
were non-existent, and now they're back in full force. With the return of
those groups, Prime Time is ready to prove that we're the best of them all!

(Kate passes the mic To Vernon and the crowd erupts.)

Vernon: Thank you, thank you.
(The crowd is still cheering. Vernon pauses, smiling, to allow the fans
their moment. He blows a kiss to the crowd, and then continues.)

Vernon: Now, I've been gone for a while. Something like six months if my
memory serves me. Honestly, I was worried that people would totally forget
about me. But after the reception I received last week at Survival, I
realize my fears were totally unfounded! Why did I come back? First and
foremost, my friend, my brother, needed help. I can't tell you how it felt
watching BMWF programming and seeing the horrendous injustices being
perpetrated on my friends. I knew that the time was now for me to make my
return. And that's why Prime Time reformed and kicked Team Tobey's
collective rear ends last week!

(Massive crowd pop)

Vernon: But more than that, I came back for you the fans. It's pretty
obvious that you poor people were simply starved for some real
entertainment. I mean, look at what was left after Prime Time! Except for
former Prime Timers (one certain Jamaican Jack@$$ aside) there was no one of
quality in the BMWF. Well, before you can thank us, allow us to thank you!
That's right. Thank you, all of our loyal fans, for keeping the memory of
Prime Time alive, and thank you for giving me a reason to come back to the
business I love. With you standing behind us, Prime Time will take the BMWF
by storm again!

(Prime Time gathers around the mic.)

Prime Time: WHAT TIME IS IT?!?

CROWD: PRIME TIME!!!

(The mic drops to the mat as "Prime Time" by Promoe plays and the group
makes their way to the
back.)

(Witherspoon is seen bickering with Judge, who is also bickering with Ash. Scotty walks in when the agrument hits a fever pitch. Scotty walks past them all and sits down.)

Scotty: Nice ta see that ya got a fire in ya.

Ash: Look what the cat bothered to drag in. Look break up your children, their bickering is giving me a headache.

Scotty: Why Ash.... This is the most fire I seen in them all month... I'm just 'bout proud of'em.

Judge: What are you talking about? We just suffered one of the most humiliating defeats ever at Survivor last week, and you're talking about how you're proud of us?

Scotty: Ya know... We had the chance ta end this new Union... But what happened? They got a fire lit unda them and look at'em... They stood strong in our very faces... I give them credit... They have gotten betta since I dealt wit them before... But wit the talent we got now... We show've handed them their @$$es... I even fault muhself on that... But right now... I look at ya's.. And I see that fire that I liked 'bout all of ya's... I see that desire ta be the best.... And right now is when we should strike... Ash I know ya wanna prove ta the world that between the two of us we can make champions outta these guys... ut I think we should prove ta the world that we ain't here for just a season... We're here for a reason...Ash, I hand picked ya ta be muh tag team partna 'coz I been in that ring wit ya before many times in the past... I knew that ya could get it done in the ring.... Then I hand picked Judge... Judge, yer a talent that many would love ta have in their stable... Yer a man, that just like Ash, I've been in the ring wit many times and ya hung in there even when it looked like it was no way ya could win... Ya still had enough fire in ya ta try... I respected that and that is somethin' that is hard ta get... Speakin' of muh respect... Spoon.... Ya came ta me lookin' for help... Ya wanted ta be somethin' otha than someone that is just fightin' ta be fightin'... It was muh decision that ya came in this.... I saw in ya a world of potential... So if any of ya's wann ahave words 'bout this gropup... Ya say it ta me.... Last week is the past... We lost... We show the world tanight... We ain't some johnny come latelys.... Tanight... We strike out at the very ones that made us look bad.... And tanight we actually show the world that this Synidcate ain't somethin' ta be over looked.... We all know what we gotta do... We gotta do the hits that we should have done a long time ago....

Ash: I suppose that would be the best route. But look at us, the Judge is taking off and doesn’t really need our supervision anymore, we hardly ever have any type of interaction with each other. Hell just showing up during bedlam and hanging out in the same locker room doesn’t make us a stable. If you think this is the route to take I’ll back you, but if it backfires you’re going to be on damage control, not me.

Judge: Scotty, I trust you, I wouldn't have given up everything and went with you and Ash if I didn't. I know at Survivor Hardcore Harry just got lucky, and tonight we need to show Harry who's boss. It's about time the BMWF started taking notice that The Judge is a force to be reckoned with, and I know you and Ash can help me prove that fact.

Scotty: Good... Now we're all on the same page... Here is what I want us ta do....

(The camera pans back out of the room as the discuss tonight's big plans.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike

(The ECW Theme plays as Awesome Mike comes to the ring looking like a tough has-been.)

LILLY: His opponent...
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.)

JR: There's the bell!
Altar Boy Mark uses an enzuigiri on Awesome Mike.
Altar Boy Mark leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Altar Boy Mark sets up the chair.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a spinning back suplex, but Awesome Mike
turns in mid-air and lands on him.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Awesome Mike chops Altar Boy Mark.
The crowd is going "We want Earl Hepner !".
Awesome Mike hits Altar Boy Mark.
Awesome Mike is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Awesome Mike kicks Altar Boy Mark.
Altar Boy Mark punches Awesome Mike.
Altar Boy Mark kicks Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike kicks Altar Boy Mark.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Awesome Mike punches Altar Boy Mark.
Awesome Mike goes for a front-layout suplex, but Altar Boy Mark
counters it with a kneelift.
Altar Boy Mark uses a kick to the midsection on Awesome Mike.
Altar Boy Mark takes Awesome Mike down with an enzuigiri.
Altar Boy Mark uses a chop on Awesome Mike.
Earl Hepner removes the chair from the ring.
Altar Boy Mark goes for a spin kick, but Awesome Mike ducks out of the way.
Awesome Mike hits Altar Boy Mark with a Gorilla Press.
Awesome Mike executes a jack-knife power bomb on Altar Boy Mark.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Awesome Mike whips Altar Boy Mark into the turnbuckle.
Awesome Mike charges in with a lariat, but Altar Boy Mark lifts his leg.
Altar Boy Mark runs into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark hits Awesome Mike with the Running Forearm Smash.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Altar Boy Mark throws Earl Hepner over the top rope.
Earl Hepner is out cold.
Altar Boy Mark whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark takes Awesome Mike down with a spin kick.
Altar Boy Mark takes Awesome Mike down with a dropkick.
Altar Boy Mark hits Awesome Mike with a forearm smash.
Altar Boy Mark uses the Running Forearm Smash on Awesome Mike.
There is no referee to count.
Altar Boy Mark gets back up.
Altar Boy Mark is going for the cover.
There is no referee to count.
Earl Hepner crawls back into the ring.
Earl Hepner shakes off the pain.
Earl Hepner disqualifies Altar Boy Mark.
Some fans are starting to leave.

*DING DING*

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(Howitzer is walking down the hallway towards his locker room, still in his street clothes. He has on a pair of dark blue, carpenter-style jeans and a white t-shirt with the cover art to “Reroute To Remain” by In Flames on it. He has a bottle of lemon-lime Gatorade in his hands. As he brings it to his lips for a swig, a crew member heading for the production room stops him.)

Crewman: Hey, Howitzer!!

HOWITZER: Yeah buddy.

Crewman: Big Bengal Tiger, man, this is great!

HOWITZER: Help you, ace?

(Howitzer gulps some Gatorade and looks at the man expectantly.)

HOWITZER: You’re not askin’ for a loan here, are ya?

Crewman: No, no! Nothing like that! Ha ha! I just wanted to tell you…me and all the guys on the staff hope that you wipe that stupid smirk off William Black’s face tonight. We’re all paying bills and trying to put our kids through school, and we’re sick of having to make this pampered, jet-setting little playboy look good week after week.

HOWITZER: Oh, I’ll tune the little dandy up.

Crewman: Don’t just tune him up, Howitzer. Put him in a bag.

(At this, a mischievous smile lights up Howitzer’s face.)

HOWITZER: And I got a special body bag for just this occasion! Tell the fellas in the back to watch their monitors, buddy! Now ‘scuse me…I’m expectin’ a delivery in my room.

(A long black Hummer limo pulls into the arena. Couch makes his way over to see who it is. The doors slowly open. A beautiful leg shows and the crowd goes wild. Then suddenly we see Misty Rivers carrying a black bag and behind her dressed in a blue suit and red tie is Tobey Miliken.)

Couch: Tobey good to see you here in...

Tobey: Shut up Couch. Yeah I guess it's better to be in New York with these savages then to be back on Gilligans Island with the other ones.

(The Crowd boos)

Tobey: Tonight, I am going to show the people of New York what Tobey Miliken is all about.

Couch: Tobey, there are reports that you and Nate are at odds right now. What is going on with you two?

Tobey: You know Couch, I think it's better that I address this in the ring. Would the people in the truck cue up my music. Excuse me Couch, I must take care of business.

("Vertigo" starts to play. The camera pans back to the audience.)

King; Well It sounds like Tobey is going to address the crowd here in New York.

JR: I am sure they can't wait for that.

(Tobey makes his way to the ring. He has the TV title up on his shoulders. He enters the ring.)

Tobey: Yes, it's me... THE GREATEST TV CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF THE BMWF. You may all resume with your picture taking.

(The crowd boos more)

Tobey: Now I know that there are reports of Nate Adams and I being at odds. I have the internet, I read. But those reports aren't true.

King: See JR, they aren't true.

Tobey: Because to say that we are at odds, means that it can be worked out. I can't stand the little puke.

JR: So there are problems then.

King: Hush JR, let the man speak.

Tobey: Nate Adams, you don't know what a mess you have just put yourself in. But tonight, I assure you, you will find out. I don't like it when people walk around and slam me behind my back. I don't like getting phone calls from people saying, "Tobey whats up with your friends?" I don't like it when people treat me like a mushroom and keep me in the dark and feed me full of manure. And that Nate Adams, is what you are. YOU ARE MANURE!

(Tobey walks around the ring and smiles.)

Tobey: You see this title here Nate. This is something that you will never have. You will never own a title like this. Because it is MY title. I am the greatest, and you, ya little punk are nothing but a wannabe. A TOBEY WANNABE! Tonight before I step intot this ring and take out Cash Flo, once and for all...I am taking you out. So be prepared. NOW HIT MY MUSIC.

("Vertigo plays again and Tobey slides out of the ring and has a look of determination about him)

JR: Well it looks like Tobey has his hands full tonight.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Tipperary, Ireland...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"Irish" Paddy O'Brien

(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; it’s the Irish guy!

(‘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)

JR: Paddy O’Brien making his way down to the ring for his first match in the BMWF.

(Paddy O’Brien continues down to ringside, and rolls into the ring)

JR: A mixed reaction for the newest addition to the BMWF roster.

King: Does anyone really care?

JR: You do King!

King: Oh yeah, I spent a night in Ireland once. I’ll tell you I was see Leprechauns by the end of the night.

Paddy: Cut teh music!

(The music cuts abruptly, and Paddy continues in a strong Irish drawl)

Paddy: Teh Irish is once again here in teh BMWF! Now I know a lot of ya are wondering who I am, no doubt I’ll get around to giving some information later.

Paddy: There’s been lots of talk in the back. Nate Adams in particular has been mouthing off at an exponential rate. Tobey continues doing what he does. Kevin Storm occasionally pops his head in and chimes in with his own little bit.

Paddy: Blah Blah Blah, to be honest I wasn’t really paying close attention. But it seems that Natey boy doesn’t seem to know what’s going on around him. Currently he’s see which bandwagon has teh most comfortable seat.

Paddy: That’s one little *BLEEP* I’d love to smack around. But onto tonight and Hector. A right intercontinental feel to the match. Bring your *BLEEP* to the ring and lets get this one started.

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Monterrey, Mexico...
Weighing in at 219 pounds...

Hector Barfza

BARFZA: Hola, Amigo! How come we not get to vote on you into BMWF? Maybe you jobber like Hector, si?

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Hector Barfza uses a slap on Paddy O'Brien.
Hector Barfza takes Paddy O'Brien down with a flying armdrag.
Hector Barfza runs into the ropes.
Paddy O'Brien hits Hector Barfza with an elbow.
Paddy O'Brien hits Hector Barfza with a legsweep.
Paddy O'Brien runs into the ropes.
Paddy O'Brien misses with a clothesline.
Paddy O'Brien goes for an Asai moonsault, but Hector Barfza side-steps and
Paddy O'Brien only hits air.
Hector Barfza whips Paddy O'Brien into the ropes.
Paddy O'Brien hits Hector Barfza with a shoulderblock.
Paddy O'Brien
points to his downed opponent and says,"IIs that Irish enough for ya?".
A small "Paddy O'Brien" chant is being started.
Paddy O'Brien hits Hector Barfza with throat punch.
The crowd is starting to get behind Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien hits a dropkick from the second rope on Hector Barfza.
Al Johnson crawls back into the ring.
Al Johnson is sporting a dazed look but is back on the job.
Al Johnson issues a warning to Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien executes the Shamrock Drop on Hector Barfza.
A few fans are cheering on Paddy O'Brien.

Paddy O'Brien goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Paddy O'Brien.

*DING DING*

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(Nate Adams searches the parking lot as he throws objects around. He pushes through different areas of the scene as he is unsuccessful on his looking.)

Nate: Spoon, come out and play!

(Nate looks behind cars and in them as well.)

Nate: I don’t want to hurt you Spoon; I just want to do a little talking.

(Nate smiles as he walks through a set of double doors now. He looks in the corridor and calls again.)

Nate: Spoon, where are ya’? There’s no need to hide from a rookie like me, right?

(Nate pushes open a door and he springs in. It’s empty but it has a few sets of clothing and a bag or two.)

Nate: Come on buddy, where are you?

(Nate picks up the bag and a box of cigarettes falls out. Nate grabs it and walks toward the toilet. He drops them in and laughs.)

Nate: Not too much done there, just helping you cut down a bit.

(Nate walks out of the room and closes the door. The name plate on the front is visible as it says “Witherspoon”.)

(A black 1969 Pontiac GTO comes screeching into an empty parking spot outside the Knickerbocker arena in Albany, New York.)

(The driver's door is opened and Axe's Converse All-Star touch the ground followed by Levi's straight-leg jeans, a "Shorty's" t-shirt and a Dickie's jacket.)

(The camera goes up as we see Axe giving a grin causing the crowd to boo very loudly in the arena.)

(Axe grabs his belongings from the passenger side of his car and locks it up closing the door and sitting on the hood to address the camera.)

Axe: It's good to be in New York..and so glad to be off that God awful island! Proper civilization...well if you don't count these people in the arena.

(Roars of boos grow bigger.)

Axe: Tonight Cash Flo it's just you and me inside that squared circle. I made sure your two cronies would be out of the picture as they can get up to no good.

Axe: But if you wanna play hardcore...we can play hardcore! There ain't no problem with that Flo! But tonight I am going to be giving you a lesson in hardcore matches 101.

Axe: Of course we can't forget that Mr. Cash Flo has not only my match but Tobey Miliken's. If he wins Flo gets a shot at the title for the upcoming PPV...if not well then tough break.

(Axe scratches his head.)

Axe: But how will he manage this after dealing with me in the ring in a hardcore match? Just wait until you see some of the toys I've got in my bag! Remember it's the festive season and it's better to give than receive! So don't worry Flo I'll be giving loads of giving of pain, punishment, brutality and revenge!

(Axe's face turns to a look of serious.)

Axe: That reminds me...Tamer...Kolic....Ezekiel and how can we forget Vernon and Clancy! Prime TIme is back...

(Axe does a sarcastic clap.)

Axe: You may have your stable back Tamer but realize they can't stop me from getting to you...and while this is live and rolling coming up later this December...Season's Beatings! I want you and I to be in a chain match!

JR: OH MY WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT!

Axe: IF you think you can handle it...let me know so we can make it official! Now if you'll excuse me I need to find my locker room.

(Axe grabs his belongings and makes his way inside the arena as the scene cuts out and switches to JR and the King sitting at the commentator's booth.)

JR: So Axe wants Tamer in a Chain match which means there are no DQ's and anything goes!

King: That is going to be one great match! Those two men hate each other with a passion!

JR: You best believe it King!

(A black Sedan with heavily dark tinted windows pulls up to the
Knickerbocker Arena very slowly. When the car stops, the back passenger door
swings open, and out steps Mafioso followed by Carlos)

Mafioso: Can you smell that Carlos?

Carlos: Smell what? We're in New York! All I smell is a bunch of pigs and
rats!

Mafioso: Well I smell something different and that's an all around
successful night for The "NEW" Union as well as a surprise for everyone
else!

Carlos: What are you talking about now? You always talk in such mysterious
ways.

Mafioso: Yes and I also work in the same fashion Carlos but you'll have to
wait to find out. For now let's go and find the rest of the gang.

(The scene fades as Mafioso and Carlos walk into the arena)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

"Byron 'the English Hammer' Stamford" Byron Stamford

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Duluth, MN...
Weighing in at 224 pounds...

"Delicious" Denny Dane

*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Byron Stamford kicks Denny Dane.
Byron Stamford punches Denny Dane.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Byron Stamford
and a few others cheering him.
Denny Dane punches Byron Stamford.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Denny Dane and a few others cheering
him.
Byron Stamford throws Rick Patrick out of the ring.
Rick Patrick is out cold.
Byron Stamford takes Denny Dane down with a fireman's carry.
Rick Patrick crawls back into the ring.
Rick Patrick is back on the job.
Rick Patrick disqualifies Byron Stamford.
You could hear a pin drop.

*DING DING*

(A man in a UPS uniform walks down the hallway with a box wrapped in brown paper and a white label on the front. He looks at the doors recessed into the walls until he finds the one that reads “HOWITZER.” He knocks, and a few seconds later, Howitzer opens the door up.)

UPS: Got a delivery here for Mack Murphy.

HOWITZER: Great…just lemme sign and I’ll be outta your hair.

UPS: Here you go sir.

(Howitzer signs the electronic clipboard, and the man hands Howitzer the box.)

HOWITZER: Have a good one, man.

UPS: Thanks, and good luck tonight.

(The man leaves the doorway, and Howitzer shuts it, then places the box on a bench in front of his locker. He tears the paper off and opens the box up, smiling at its contents.)

HOWITZER: Tailor-made, Willie. At least you’re goin’ to the morgue in style. Heh heh.

FADE

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(Nate Adams looks around the boiler room as he continues to look for Spoon.)

Nate: You may not be in here but who knows. You are a little scared of me as I can see.

(Nate laughs as he leaves the boiler room and exits to the refreshments area. He walks up to a backstage man and begins to talk to him.)

Nate: Hey, do you have a clue where that scaredy cat Spoon is?

Man: Last I saw him was when he was outside doing a little smoking.

Nate: Really? Where outside?

Man: Check the front entrance.

Nate: Ha, thank you sir.

(Nate walks off toward the front entrance as he laughs. He makes his way to the doors and looks out the side windows. He sees a man with a cloud of smoke over his head. Nate chuckles as he opens the door slowly. The man looks back a second and then turns back. Nate sees his face for that quick second and opens the door fast.)

Nate: Where the heck is Witherspoon!?

(The man turns around and looks at him.)

Man: I bet back at his locker room, he finished a couple of minutes ago. He was talking about attacking this Nate Adams character.

Nate: Ha ha, I guess I’ll just wait for the poor sap.

(Nate walks off and goes to his locker room where he waits and prepares for his match.)

ON YOUR FEET!

THE ICON HAS ARRIVED!

(Explosions rock the stage as Cash Flo steps out
dressed in his usual wrestling attire and his gold
plated sunglasses. He stands there, scanning the
crowd, as Atmosphere¡¯s ¡° Guns and Cigarettes,¡±
blast over the PA. Behind him, Flawless and Skiz
appear on the ramp. As the music plays, the men make
their way to the ring.)

I¡¯M BIGGER THAN JESUS.
BIGGER THAN WRESTLING.
BIGGER THAN THE BEATLES.

I¡¯M GOING TO BE THE BIGGEST THING TO HIT THESE LITTLE
KIDS.

BIGGER THAN GUNS.
BIGGER THAN CIGARETTES.

(Once they hit the ring, Cash calls for a microphone.
Once he and Flawless are armed, the music stops. The
arena fills with ¡° Cash sucks,¡± chants as the self
appointed Icon stands in the center of the ring.)

Cash: SHUT THE HELL UP YOU CANDY @$$E$!!! Who in the
hell are you to say, the BMWF ICON, sucks?! I¡¯ll tell
you who you are, a bunch of butt monkeys living off
the American welfare system because your too freakin¡¯
stupid and lazy to go out and find some sort of REAL
employment. If anyone sucks, it¡¯s not me, IT¡¯S
YOU!!!

(Boos)

Cash: Anyway, let the Icon focus on more important
matters than the candy @$$ BMWF fans! Tonight
management has decided to book the most Flo-tastic
Super Megastar in the BMWF today in not one match, but
two!!! Some people may get nervous facing the same
odds facing Cash Flo here tonight. First I have to
face that moron @$$ in a Hardcore match.

Flawless: Uh, Cash, that¡¯s Axe.

Cash: No, dude, that¡¯s @$$. You see at the
pay-per-view, I showed that kid why I¡¯m a real
wrestling Icon and he¡¯s just a speed bump in the road
of my future dance with gold. See, @$$ is a little
angry about what the ICON did to his sorry @$$ this
past Monday and he¡¯s out for some vengeance. You know
what Cash Flo says to that? BRING IT!!! I have no
problem stepping in the ring with your stupid @$$,
@$$. Nothing makes me feel better than kicking your
@$$ on my way to beating that other @$$ of the
federation, Tobey Be Milking!

Flawless: Cash, you are aware that Skiz and me are
banned from ringside during your match against Axe.

Cash: SO WHAT!!! No offense intended Flawless, but I
really don¡¯t need any help in beating a big Jack @$$
like @$$. Last, last Bedlam when that retard managed
to score a win over me was just a fluke! I had his
candy @$$ right where I wanted it when that stupid
Tobey decided to show up and steal my future win away.
In fact, dude, I¡¯m ecstatic about stepping in the
ring with Axe tonight, because I get to show the world
just how Flo-tastic I can be when I bring my A game,
even in a match like a Hardcore Match. Now everyone
knows that I¡¯m not a big fan of these match types,
since I don¡¯t want to damage my awesome God like
features. But if spilling a little blood allows me the
opportunity to extract some major pay back on a lame
@$$ like @$$, I¡¯m all for it! The world knows that
Cash Flo can bring the pain like the best of them.

Flawless: BOSTON MASSACRE STYLE MATCHES BABY.

Cash: Damn skippy Flawless. I have stepped into a
parking lot brawl against Maverick and Ash. I have
stepped in the ring against Dreadnaught in a Hardcore
match and a Stretcher Match. I have fought Maverick
and Ash on multiple occasions in Boston Massacre
matches as well as a Japanese Death match against Kurt
Dangle! You see, what all that translates into @$$, is
that Cash Flo has experience in these type of
situations. I won¡¯t back down son and I hope you
don¡¯t either, because Cash Flo is more than ready to
make you bleed.

(Boos)

Cash: Listen to that Flawless, the fans don¡¯t like
Cash Flo giving @$$ a Million Dollar Beat Down. But SO
WHAT, tonight they are going to see it just before
they see me win a title shot against Tobey at the
December pay-per-view.

(Boos)

Flawless: Sounds like they don¡¯t want you to be their
TV champion Cash.

Cash: Like that bothers me! I used to care what these
stupid fans thought of me, but then I realized that
they¡¯re all inbred morons. And who really needs to be
accepted by people like that? I sure as hell don¡¯t.
Keep in mind Flawless; these are the people who cheer
for the Judge. They cheer for lame @$$ catch phrases
uttered by losers like Lowedown and Scotty Suck. These
are the same people who cheered when Tobey won the TV
title! That¡¯s why I don¡¯t care about these stupid
people Flawless, they¡¯re MORONS!!! It scares them to
think about a future where their champions have an
actual education. I mean hell man, I went to BOSTON
UNIVERSITY!!! I am the president of a successful
company! I have unlimited wealth and female resources
at my command that I can gain access to at the mere
snap of my perfectly manicured fingers. What do they
have besides their mobile homes and monthly welfare
checks?

(Boos)

Cash: Now allow your Icon a moment to digress to
another peon in this federation about to get his @$$
handed to him by the Flo-tastic One, Tobey. At the
pay-per-view, I managed to school you son on how a
real sneak attack is supposed to go down. I didn¡¯t
waste time doing pathetic one-liners, I just took your
@$$ out. I shoved your worthless @$$ through
plate-glass windows and then, for the big ending, I
BLEW YOU UP!!!

(A few people actually cheer for Cash Flo.)

Cash: I told you to walk away, but still you ask me to
BRING IT. Well tonight Tobey, your going to wish you
stayed off my radar, because Cash Flo is going to step
into the ring with you later tonight and earn that
title shot for the December pay-per-view. When that
happens Tobey, Cash can¡¯t help but wonder what
you¡¯re going to do then? Ever since my return in the
BMWF you¡¯ve been running. Instead of settling the
score against me in the ring, you started to set up
all these matches against all these other stars. A
real man, a real champion, would have called me out to
the ring to settle it once and for all, but you
didn¡¯t. Instead you did a few weak @$$ sneak attacks
that did no real harm to the Icon except for an
expensive cleaning bill.

(Some actual cheers for Cash Flo.)

Cash: But look what I did to you! I¡¯ve blown you up,
I¡¯ve had lobsters attack your nipplets, I¡¯ve dumped
your head in toilets, tossed you threw plate-glass
windows, as well as clocking your lame @$$ with your
own belt. Thing is Tobey, since I¡¯ve been back, I
have managed to steal the show from you and you hate
that it. You don¡¯t know what to do, because the REAL
most hated man in the BMWF is back and now you are
standing in my Flo-tastic shadow. Tonight is your
chance to step back out into the light, but that¡¯s
only if you win. Now what I have started to wonder
Tobey, is how you¡¯re going to feel after you lose!?
Well all I have to say about that is this, LET¡¯S FIND
OUT. Tonight it¡¯s you and me, one on one. No more
sneaking around doing sneak attacks, this time it¡¯s
the real thing. And Cash Flo couldn¡¯t be happier,
because finally I get to step in the ring with you and
kick your candy @$$!!! Win or lose, Tobey, tonight
your going to find out why I am the ICON and your just
a freakin¡¯ joke when compared to the most Flo-tastic
wrestler in the BMWF today!!! And that maggot you can
take to the damn bank. You got anything to add
Flawless?

Flawless: Nope. I think you pretty much covered
everything.

Cash: Cool, then hit our music so we can hit the road
in true Cash-rific style.

(The music blasts over the PA as the three men head
back up the ramp. As they head up the ramp, Cash grabs
a Cash Flo sucks sign and tears it apart.)

>>>

(Nate Adams sits in his locker room as he rests on his couch. His eyes are half closed as he is thinking and resting at the same time. His eyes open to a thud sound and he sits up.)

Nate: What the heck was that? Oh, the cameraman came in to see me again.

(Nate laughs as he wipes his mouth.)

Nate: I guess I’ll give you a little talk about my match for the night. Let’s see, Nate Adams against some Bold Stupido. Sounds like a good bout, but why would this little born to be loser ever pick up a win on yours truly. I mean, this guy works here for one purpose, to lose. He doesn’t get any lucky breaks, he loses every time he steps into that ring. And tonight, that won’t change at all.

(Nate stands as he goes over to his boots. He picks them up and walks back to his leather couch.)

Nate: You see, the Complete Package has an impressive resume around here since he hasn’t “Officially” lost a match yet. That’s why I’m so confident about my match; this guy has probably won a match in his life when I’m undefeated. Not good odds when you’re only a no good jobber with the last name of Stupido.

(Nate laughs as he begins to lace the boots.)

Nate: Then people have some questions about some of my most recent enemies. Paddy O’Brien, Kevin Storm, Witherspoon, and Tobey Miliken. All of them have something to be proud of until they meet me. I’ll get to that trash though in a minute or two after I finish up with Too Bold.

(Nate finishes with his boots now.)

Nate: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to win.

(Nate exits the room and walks off.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Toronto, ON, Canada...
Weighing in at 226 pounds...

"The Complete Package" Nate Adams

(The lights blink as ‘Take it Away’ by the Used plays over the PA. The crowd begins to boo him as they know whose coming. Golden fireworks shoot off from the stage now as a figure walks out on stage. His knees are adorned with a pair of golden Knee pads. Over his midsection is a golden Speedo with the word Adams written across the butt in a white lettering with black trim. His writs are cover in a black tape and his hair is slicked back. He carries a miniature mirror in his right hand as Nate Adams walks out. He throws his arms in the air for his pose and then takes them down. He looks into the mirror and gives a picture perfect smile. He begins to walk down the ramp way slowly as he touches and shows off his perfect abs. He climbs the stairs and jumps over the ropes now as he smiles. He throws up his pose in the corner again as he smiles. The boos fill the arena but he shows no signs of care.)

KING: Look at him, he’s The Complete Package”.

JR: I guess that’s what he goes by.

KING: He’ll be dead if he goes near Tobey tonight though, those two are having quite a verbal battle.

JR: They sure are, it’s getting violent and hopefully no one gets out of hand tonight.

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Denver, CO...
Weighing in at 222 pounds...

Too Bold Stupido

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

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

KING: Did I tell you how much I hate lyric RPs, JR?

Nate stares down Too Bold Stupido as Too Bold ties to do the same. He walks toward Nate hesitsnatly and throws a punch toward his face. Nate grabs his fist and throws it back. Nate gives him a slap across the face and Too Bold Stutters. Nate runs at him with a closeline that knocks him over. Nate stomps wildly on him now as he shows no mercy.

KING: Look at him go, He’s got Too Bold Stupido in the bag now.

JR: That’s still yet to be seen, I mean, Joe Gomer beat him just two weeks ago.

KING: He did not, Nate wasn’t pinned.

JR: He was still counted out which is a loss.

KING: Don’t tell Nate that.

Nate picks him up as he whips him off of the ropes. He returns with a strong Snap Suplex over Nates shoulders sending him to the mat. Nate covers him.

REF: 1! 2! KICKOUT!

Nate wastes no time though and picks him up. He kicks him in the stomach and DDTs him into the mat. Nate kicks him in the head and gets lost of boos from the crowd again. He picks him up and looks at him leaning over. He turns him around and performs a German Suplex. Too Bold lies on the mat fro that.

JR: You know, you and the ref had better stop doing my job!

Too Bold Stupido runs into the ropes.
Nate Adams hits Too Bold Stupido with a clothesline.
Too Bold Stupido falls out of the ring.
Al Johnson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, Too Bold Stupido
reenters the ring.
Nate Adams spreads his arms out such as Randy Orton does and from there he takes
his hands to his stomach and points to it as he smiles.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Nate Adams whips Too Bold Stupido into the ropes.
Too Bold Stupido goes for a cartwheel kick, but Nate Adams side-steps and
Too Bold Stupido only hits air.
Nate Adams takes Too Bold Stupido down with neckbreaker.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Nate Adams uses the Reverse DDT on Too Bold Stupido.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Nate Adams uses an arm bar on Too Bold Stupido.
Nate Adams executes neckbreaker on Too Bold Stupido.
Nate Adams is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Nate Adams uses a piledriver on Too Bold Stupido.
Nate Adams runs into the ropes.
Too Bold Stupido nails Nate Adams with a chop.
Too Bold Stupido runs into the ropes.
Nate Adams hits Too Bold Stupido with a shoulderblock.
Nate Adams goes for neckbreaker, but Too Bold Stupido blocks it.
Too Bold Stupido nails Nate Adams with a powerbomb.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Too Bold Stupido chops Nate Adams.
Too Bold Stupido hits Nate Adams.
You could hear a pin drop.
Nate Adams hits Too Bold Stupido.
Nate Adams is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Too Bold Stupido struggles as he gets up. Nate kicks him ion the midsection again and runs his fingers through his hair. He smiles now as well.

KING: He’s calling for it, Too Bold Stupido better brace himself.

JR: I hope he doesn’t hurt the little guy.

Nate tucks his head under his arm and sets up. He pushes off the mat and flips carrying Stupido with him. He lands on his back as Too Bold hits his head hard over the mat.

KING: Lights Out for Too Bold!

JR: That’s it for him.

Nate covers him with his foot over his chest and flexes to the crowd.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
Nate Adams is eliciting a sizable round of boos.

*DING DING*

Nate walks over and out of the ring as he goes and grabs a microphone from the staff at ringside. He walks back in and kicks Too Bold out of the ring.

Nate: Hello all of you New Yorkers!

(The crowd cheers for once in the night for Nate.)

Nate: What is this, all you robots jump at any chance you can. I mean, I say New York and you all decide to cheer for me? I mean, what is there really here anyways? A couple of big buildings, loads of traffic, and a few people with the thought that they have a good career here.

(The crowd boos him.)

Nate: Now there’s that lovely sound. Enough with you morons though, let’s get to some people that have been giving me problems this past week. Paddy O’Brian is one of these guys. Sure, this guy looks all cool and all with his Irish ego and accent but is he really that good. From all I’ve seen this guy can talk a little bit, and say some stuff, nothing of true effect that has backed it up. All I have to say is go home, peel some potatoes, play your bag pipe, and drink your beer.

(The crowd boos because they apparently like him.)

Nate: Ha ha, go ahead folks, I’m loving it. This gets even better because lets talk about Kevin Storm. Yes, that guy who likes to preach and talk about walking between worlds. All I have to say about that is I’ll finish him off next week. If you haven’t heard yet, me and Kevin have a little battle going on. A Table Ladders and Chairs match to be exact.

(The crowd cheers at the announcement.)

Nate: Oh yay, a match to shake things up! That’s right because next week I’m planning on Shaking Kevin up a bit when I put his Lights out and win my match. After I win I’ll get something as well. Yes, that’s right. When I win, Kevin will be stuck to do a week of no preaching at all. No talk of Christianity and any other bull bleep.
(Nate looks around the crowd as he gets some more boos. He only smiles at them and poses.)

Nate: That was a photo opportunity; I hope you didn’t miss it.

(The fans boo him more and more but it doesn’t bother Nate.)

Nate: Ah, what do you all know anyways, I mean, you’re New Yorkers. Now let’s see, how about Spoon Time. As you’ve probably seen, I’m looking for that poor soul. He has talked constantly but I want him to actually do something. I mean, anyone can do a little sneak attack and run off. So Spoon lets see what you have.

(Nates smile turns to a frown now.)

Nate: Now lets talk about Mr. Hollywood. That’s right, Tobey Miliken. My former friend and I have parted ways after my noticement of his disability. I mean, the guy is here to drag people down and make them lose. Lose Like the Giants!

(The crowd boos at his mention of their team.)

Nate: I would boo them to, they really suck! Now Tobey, after all of your talk, I think it’s time we step into the ring. No, not a sneak attack like you have seemingly liked to do to me tonight. I’m talking about a real fight, not some jump from behind attack. I mean, you and me seem to have a new hatred for each other, which is seemingly releaving. So Tobey, watch your back tonight and the rest of my time here. Mess with me and I’ll put your lights out just like Stupido.

(Nate walks to the outside and stands over Too Bold. He picks him up and does the Lights Out again to him. He spits on him and then looks around the audience.)

Nate: Let this be a lesson to you Mr. Movie Star.

(Nate drops the mic as ‘Take It Away’ by The Used plays. He walks out smiling at the audience. The boos are still apparent as he exits.)

(The scene opens up on Dale. He is walking through the halls with a look of depression on his face. He continues to walk through the halls until he sees Bole standing at the end of the hall. Dale quickly tries to get away but gets caught. Bole walks up to Dale in a hurry with a look of confusion. He pulls the mic from his pocket and stops Dale.)

Bole: Why are you in such a hurry with such a look upon your face?

Dale: Bole, I am not in the mood for this. I am angry because of the few hits I got in last night. I was wiped out without having a chance. I demand the respect I deserve, I want to be known well. And all I get is a nice hardy beatdown. That isn't right man.

Bole: Well at least you can take your anger out on your oppoenent tonight. I believe his name to be Jackson Roe.

Dale: Hooby whatta? I never heard of him. Is he new?

Bole: Well...

Dale: You know what it doesn't matter. All that does matter is that Jackson will need a medical team after I am done with him. I have all this anger stored up in me I can burst. And Jackson Roe was just unlucky to be in the match I am in AGAINST me. Now he poses a threat and I must get rid of the threat, BRONX STYLE.

Bole: Don't get too out of hand. You can get disqualified.

Dale: Oh I will be careful not to get a DQ. I will however put Jackson in so much pain he will wish he was dead, buried, and in heaven. But I will make tonight a night he will never forget. This is a one day Hell Hotel. And he just checked in. There is no leaving the hotel until the night is over either cause I shut lock and nail the doors shut. And there is no windows to escape out of either. So Jackson is pretty much well... for lack of better words... screwed.

Bole: Well, you are pretty angry. I will leave you alone.

Dale: NO! There is more to be said. I have a score to settle with that Scotty fella. He is going to pay for that tazmission he placed on me. The tazmission that eliminated me from the million dollar tournament. THE SUBMISSION THAT COST ME EVERYTHING BUT LOST ME NOTHING! I hill get my vengence on him. He will pay. Jackson will be my little example dummy tonight. I will show you how much pain I can put into a person. Then, I will work my way towards Scotty. But first, my match, and that ALWAYS comes first.

Bole: Okay. Just to keep this in mind, this isn't the interview. That will come about twenty minutes before your match. So this is only a little bit for you to get out what you need to say.

Dale: Thanks Bole. I guess I will continue a little while.

(The two go and have a seat in some steel chairs.)

Dale: I know this show is just beginning and the fans want to see some matches. They want to continue on with the show so I will hurry.

(Bole gives Dale the mic. Dale puts the mic near his face and begins his speaking.)

Dale: I have put an effort into the PPV last week. I have given it my all. But the strength of all these veterans were a little overwhelming. I couldn't handle it. Especially when Scotty locked in the Scottamission. That thing chokes the living hell out of you. I wasn't able to breathe. I had to give in. But I am so glad that I actually tried and not just be a dead beat. I have put in such an effort that I take up most of my energy speaking to this camera. It gets tiring after a while of this crap.

(Dale grabs a water out of a cooler from the side of the chair he is sitting in. He opens it and takes a drink. He closes the bottle and continues.)

Bole: Umm, here you shouldn't take things from other coolers.

Dale: Oh please. I doubt any threat or pain could come upon me.

(Just then Dale gets tapped on the shoulder. The camera raises to show that it is Jackson.)

Jackson: That was my water. I don't appreciate that.

Dale: Man shut the hell up. I aint scared of you and never will be. You just need to move on and mind your business.

Jackson: I demand you give me ten bucks for that water.

Dale: Demand all you want you ain't gettin nothin.

(Jackson slaps Dale across the face and smiles.)

Dale: This was the wrong day to start this man.

(Dale pulls completely back and punches Jackson in the nose. IT instantly starts bleeding.)

Jackson: You will pay for that.

(Jackson takes the steel chair and and swings it at Dale. Dale ducks and an innocent bystander gets hit by it. Dale spinning wheel kicks the chair into the face of Jackson.)

Dale: Man I told you not to.

(Dale grabs the steel chair and smacks Jackson knee with it. Jackson screams in pain as he holds his knee. Dale walks off and the camera follows. The EMT's rush by and try to help the hurting Jackson.)

Dale: Don't worry. I didn't hit him hard enough to really injure him. He will be fine by the match. I wouldn't of hurt him if I knew he wouldn't be able to make the match. So don't worry. Plus he brought it upon himself. He picked the wrong day to slap me.

(Bole comes runningup to Dale.)

Bole: EMT's said there is no broken bones or any bad injuries... He will be able to make the match.

Dale: See I told you. He is okay. Just in a little pain. I wont completely injure him... YET. He just better not get in my way... He better not try to hurt me either! I need to be in perfect health for what I have in mind. I have said too much. I think it is time for me to go. Good bye.

(Dale walks off and the scene fades.)

(The Bruisertron comes alive as Axe is seen walking down the hallways dressed in his wrestling attire when he bumps into Michael Bole and a BMWF cameraman.)

Bole: Well if it isn't Axe! Would it be possible to do an interview?

Axe: Well if it isn't Bole a really annoying interviewer who makes it his job to harrass me!

Bole: Uh...yeah so can I get an interview?

Axe: Make it fast...

Bole: Cash Flo attacked you last week now is it true you challenged him to a hardcore match with Flawless and Skiz banned from ringside?

Axe: Yeah.

Bole: But why?

Axe: That has to be one of your stupidest questions to date Bole! The reason I wanted that match is because nobody gets away with attacking me! He wants to do hardcore...hell I am all about hardcore! The reason I wanted his two clowns banned from ringside is because they can get up to all sorts of business one of them called costing me a match! I can't afford that and I won't let it happen by those idiots! Let's see what Cash Flo can do without the help of his friends shall we? We'll know then if he's capable of attacking and backing it up by his wrestling skills.

Bole: Now what about Tamer? Have you forgot about him?

Axe: How on earth could I forget about a man like that! A man who's surprise was the return on Vernon Vanderbilt and Clancy and of course Prime Time! Well in case you forgot Tamer has some tag business to take care of...but Season's Beatings we will meet again and this time it's just me and him.

Axe: Tamer may think he's safe with PT being back together but it just makes him a bigger target...let's just hope he accepts our match together!

Bole: Survivor has passed us and unfortunately you did not win the 1,000,000 prize but Howitzer did. Any comments?

Axe: It would have been nice to have that money but I don't. There is isn't anything I can do about it. How did I feel about Howitzer? Good for him.

Bole: Do you think Flo might try anything backstage?

Axe: Oh I am sure he will along with a three hour promo but that's his business he wants to be stupid to mess with me before a match let him by my guest! Because he should remember it's still Cash Flo Hunting! Now Bole this interview is over...

(Axe walks away from the scene leaving Michael Bole to sign off as the screen blinks out.)

(Nate Adams is walking backstage after his match. He walks up to his locker room door, preparing to walk through it when a large figure slams into him from behind, knocking the door of it’s hinges and slaming it to the ground. The person stands up, revealing himself to be Witherspoon. He smirks and lifts Nate up, slaming his head into the wall, busting him open slightly. Witherspoon lifts him up with a spine buster and slams him through a table. Witherspoon stands up and brushes some dust off his shoulder.)

Witherspoon: You need to learn not to mess with me boy! Consider this your last warning. I’ve been going easy on you, and this is where it ends. After this I’m going to rip you apart.

(The scene opens up inside the parking lot of the Knickerbockers Arena in Albany New York, where Brodie Manson’s “Power Wagon” pulls in through the driveway. The camera focuses on the door as it opens and Brodie Manson herself steps out, dressed in a black and white “Ying/Yang” shirt and scrubby old jeans. She slings her backpack over her shoulder and quickly runs to the other side of the car. She opens the passenger door and helps an Asian girl step out.)

Brodie: Hi Yuku! Did you enjoy the ride here?

Asian Girl “Yuku”: Yes, but I must admit that your driving skills need a bit of work.

(Brodie gulps.)

Brodie: How come?

Yuku: Well, I thought it was strange that we ended up in Brooklyn…

Brodie: Oh don’t worry about that dear, I was just having a chat with my cousin Vinny. Everything’s cool now.

Yuku: Then why were there four burly Italian men chasing us when we were driving away?

Brodie: That’s just how we roll down here in the States it’s ok you’ll understand in time. Like we practiced?

Yuku: Yes, madam.

(A rather plump looking woman comes walks up to Brodie holding a clipboard.)

Woman: Hello Brodie, you’re match is still on as scheduled; you’ll be on soon.

Brodie: Thank you.

Woman: I just need you to sign in right here.

Brodie: Okay!

(The woman extends her clipboard to Brodie, in which she signs.)

Woman: Thank you Brodie, and good luck!

(The woman walks away as Brodie and Yuku watch.)

Brodie: That one’s getting a bit too big for her boots.

Yuku: Someone should punch her in the neck.

Brodie: Hey! That isn’t very ladylike.

Yuku: Sorry, with an open fist.

Brodie: That’s my girl. C’mon let’s go inside.

(Brodie and Yuku make their way into the arena as the scene fades.)

(close.)

(The scene switches to the Union locker room where Harry, Mafioso,Carlos,
Shane, and Jacklyn J. are sitting back watching Bedlam on a 50x50 inch
plasma screen t.v..)

Harry: So Vern's looking a little bit rusty I'd say wouldn't you Sy?

Shane: Last time I faced Showtime he would've beaten Ivan in record time
that took a little long.

Jacklyn J.: So you guys are going to take care of Prime Time tonight?

Shane: No doubt sweetheart! I mean Tamer can't beat Harry and I've beaten
Vanderbilt more times than he has me.

Harry: You'd think that after all the times I've beaten Tamer he'd learn but
no. He just can't move on.

Mafioso: If he keeps bothering you maybe we could send him on a vacation to
swim with the fishes?

Shane: Wow, thats a great offer but tonight I think Harry will set him
straight.

Harry: Mafi, if he's still pressing the issue after this Bedlam we'll see
but I'm pretty sure tonight Shane and I will set him straight.

Mafioso: Besides sooner or later, probably sooner Prime Time will break up
again when Vernon's head and Tamer's both get too big and can't take second
"stage" to one another.

Jacklyn J.: I mean all of the members either quit or attack the fellow
members and throw fits or fight then become members. Its all very confusing.

Shane: Yeah, No doubt, No doubt.

Harry: Well confusing or not, tonight you and I are going to walk out there
and embarrass them Prime Time boys.

Mafioso: Yeah good look with that tonight boys. Looks like I lucked out.

Harry: Don't you think we are the only ones with a tough match! That Kolic
is starting to make a name for himself and I think you know what you have to
do my man.

Mafioso: Don't even think twice about it. I got this. I also have something
else!

(Mafioso reaches into his bag and pulls out a small brown paper bag)

Carlos: What's in there?

Mafioso: Only THE hottest thing in the market that's selling like crazy!

(Mafioso pulls out some urinal cakes imprinted with the pictures of
Kolic,Tamer, and Vernon)

Mafioso: Now let's go show em what the New Union's about!

(The scene begins to fade out as everyone in the Union locker room bursts
out in laughter)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 221 pounds...

Ivan Fearless

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Fighting out of San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt

JR: There's the bell!
Ivan Fearless takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a kick to the midsection.
Ivan Fearless goes for a springboard dropkick, but Vernon Vanderbilt
side-steps and Ivan Fearless only hits air.
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a moonsault on Ivan Fearless.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails Ivan Fearless with a swinging neckbreaker.
The cheers for Vernon Vanderbilt are drowning out the boos.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Ivan Fearless with a kneedrop.
Vernon Vanderbilt blows kisses and points to the stars.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Vernon Vanderbilt.
Vernon Vanderbilt takes Ivan Fearless down with a flying elbowdrop.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Vernon Vanderbilt executes the End of the End on Ivan Fearless.
The cheers for Vernon Vanderbilt are drowning out the boos.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Vernon Vanderbilt.

*DING DING*

(The room is dark, lights have been switched off, the only light in the room is that of the street-lamps glowing through the window and casting a streak of light on the hard, cold tiled floor. The camera slowly pivots to the side revealing a desk with an open book and a pen on top of it, an unfinished piece of writing on it, like a story or poem, possibly a diary. As the camera pivots another 40 degrees a man is sitting in the corner on the floor, his legs tucked to his chest, a baseball cap covering his eyes. He’s wearing black jeans and a pair of DC shoes. The man raises his head to reveal a baby-like oriental face. We can now reveal him as ‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi.)

Tai Hashi: I’m no simpleton and I think that BMWF authority better write that down in their notebooks. I knew that my team at Survivor were going to lose, I didn’t need no crystal ball or tarot cards to figure that out, after-all, look who was on my team! We had two rookies who aren’t even in the same league as Mae Old and the Flabulous Moolah who go by the name of Jackson Roe and Nate Adams. Then we have a man who has no life at all so to get some action he decides to steal someone else’s girlfriend, Axe and finally we have the Team Captain, Tobey Miliken, a man who spends more time flapping his gums about how he’s the most hated man in the BMWF than he does actually wrestling!

Tai Hashi: The only reason people hate you Tobey is because you make these totally rocking fans pay about fifty dollars a night and more to see a good show and then you come on screen! You’re a waste a of the fans money and you’re a waste of the BMWFs’ money, they have to pay your pay check every week even though I’ve seen panda’s with more talent than you! Anyway, you think you’re the most hated man in the BMWF? My opponent tonight is double your size, double your hated-scale, this guy is more hated than Anne Robinson! His name is Master Z, current BMWF World Champion.

(Tai takes off his baseball cap and places it to his side; he straightens his hair a little and then focuses once again on the lens.)

Tai Hashi: It is an honour to be stepping into the squared circle with a BMWF legend like Master Z, it’s an honour to be stepping into the squared circle with the current BMWF World Champion and it’ll be an honour to be stepping into the squared circle tonight and pinning the Champions shoulders down to the canvas one, two and three! I may be walking into this match the underdog, but I know in my head and my heart that I have what it takes to take down Master Z. Master Z is like a giant roadblock and tonight I’m driving the monster truck that is going to take down that roadblock. All I can say to you Master Z is don’t underestimate me; bring your best because I’m brining mine! Dig that!

(Tai places on his baseball cap once more and bows his head to hide his face, the camera zooms out as the image of Tai sitting in the corner becomes smaller, and finally the scene fades away.)

(The scene cuts to the backstage area where Michael Bole is standing by with Brodie Manson and her new friend, Yuku Shiro.)

Michael: I’m standing backstage with BMWF Women’s Title contender Brodie Manson and her new friend, so how are you doing tonight Brodie?

Brodie: I’m ok, Michael. I’m still a little busted up from Survival last week but I’m okay now. I’m getting a bit of a cold now, too.

Michael: Sorry to hear that, but Brodie please tell us, who your new friend?

Brodie: Oh, you mean Yuku?

Michael: Yes.

Brodie: She’s my live-in friend; that means that she is from another country but wants to live temporarily in the States. She just moved here from Japan and needed a place to stay and a job, so I said she could come and stay with me.

Michael: So she’ll now work as your manager?

Brodie: Well not just that she’s also a certified Yoga instructor, a Business Major, a chef, a personal trainer, and she’s also an expert in…what was it, Yuku?

Yuku: Hwa Rang Do.

Brodie: Yeah that. We met at a Yoga Convention over in Tokyo about a year ago. She told me that she wanted to live in the States and I told her that I wanted a California spring roll. In the end we became best buds and I decided that she could come and live with me. Isn’t that sweet?

Michael: Well she certainly is a welcome addition to the BMWF family.

Yuku: (Giggles.) Thank you, Michael.

Michael: So Brodie, tonight you have your second title match against the Champion Dizi MacPhearson. What are you thoughts?

Brodie: I’m not sure. I’ve wrestled Dizi several times in tag matches but this will be my first time since Wheel of Destruction to face her one on one. I really like Dizi and I would like to be her friend but I have to wrestle her, which makes things difficult. It’s a proven fact that rivalries develop between people who wrestle each other often.

Michael: Well the last time you two faced off, you came close to winning but her brother, Donnie, interfered and caused the ref to declare the match a disqualification. Are you expecting that again?

Brodie: Hmmm, no I don’t think so. Donnie is a sneaky little boy but I think that he just lost his head at that moment. Maybe he confused me with Judge Moody or something, I’m not quite sure. I thought it was quite silly of him to come and pull my hair. Not very many grown men have pulled my hair before. However, Dizi is a strange, silly girl so I’m not sure what to expect of her.

Michael: Are you excited that tonight could be the night that you could walk out of New York the Women’s Champion?

Brodie: Ya Michael, I’m totally psyched about this match. By the way do you know when my match is scheduled?

Michael: Well it’s scheduled to be after Vernon Vanderbilt vs. Ivan Fearless and that match is next.

Brodie: Hmm. I better go get ready; you don’t want to see me wrestle like this. C’mon Yuku!

(Brodie smiles widely and the girls walk away.)

(close.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Olympia, Washington...
Weighing in at 145 pounds...

Brodie Manson

(Rainbow fireworks explode from the stage as "Cherry Lips" by Garbage starts to play over the sound system. When the chorus cues in, Brodie Manson steps between the curtains wearing her black and white jumpsuit, with Yuku Shiro following behind her carrying a white basket. Brodie looks out at the crowd and waves while Yuku looks a bit overwhelmed. Both of the women converse on the stage before they head down to the ring. Yuku leads the way and tosses white flower petals into the air while Brodie follows closely behind, talking to the audience members. The girls finally make their way to the ring where Yuku removes her shoes while Brodie climbs into the ring.)

JR: It seems that Brodie’s entrances have gotten a bit more extravagant than when she debuted, right King?

King: Well yeah, that’s because she’s been taking lessons from THE KING!

JR: You’ll take credit for anything won’t you?

LILLY: Her opponent...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
From Clearwater, Florida...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

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

KING: I keep wondering something, JR. Why is it that every time Brodie and Dizi wrestle for Women's title, Dizi winds up no-showing?

JR: There's the bell!
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Brodie Manson goes for a hurricanrana, but Dizi counters it with a piledriver.
In turn, Brodie Manson counters it with a backdrop.
Brodie Manson takes Dizi down with an airplane spin.
There are lots of chants for Brodie Manson.

(Brodie Manson throws Dizi into the corner and then runs forward and hits Dizi with a shoulder thrust. As Dizi is hunched over in pain, Brodie grabs her by the hair and slams Dizi’s face onto the floor. The referee scolds Brodie for using the hair as a weapon.)

JR: Brodie Manson makes an illegal use of the hair while referee is trying to keep things in order here.

King: What re you talking about? I didn’t see anything!

JR: You wouldn’t.

(Brodie shrugs off the referee’s warning and kicks Dizi in the back. While Dizi is climbing to her feet, Brodie climbs the turnbuckle and dives off, hitting Dizi with a bulldog.)

JR: Brodie Manson with a top rope bulldog! Lights out for Dizi!

King: Look she’s pinning!

(Brodie rolls Dizi over onto her back and attempts to pin her.)

JR: One…two…kick out by Dizi!

King: Two and a half!

(Brodie gets to her feet quickly and brings Dizi back to her feet. Dizi is barely able to stand and Brodie nails a few directly across the chest of Dizi. With each strike the crowd’s chants get louder and louder.)

JR: Those chops are echoing like thunder throughout this arena.

King: Look! Brodie’s got Dizi in a sleeper hold.

(Cut back to the ring where Brodie is standing over Dizi with her arms wrapped tightly around Dizi’s neck. Dizi valiantly tries to break the hold but she can’t seem to fight it off.)

JR: Dizi is fighting hard but Brodie has too much control over her.

King: That’s a good plan for Brodie, weaken her down and then go for the pin.

(Dizi inches her way towards the rope and eventually grabs hold of it; the referee orders Brodie to release Dizi.)

JR: The referee takes action once again!

(Brodie brings Dizi to her feet, and sends her into the ropes. At the last minute Dizi reverses the toss and Brodie goes into the ropes. Dizi prepares to hit a clothesline but Brodie ducks and goes back into the ropes. As Brodie comes back, she wraps her legs around Dizi’s neck and sends her onto the mat.)

JR: Brodie is all over Dizi right now.

King: I love this girl-action!

(Dizi climbs back to her feet, and Brodie rolls Dizi back into a tight schoolgirl roll-up pin.)

JR: A quick pin by Brodie!

(The ref drops and counts…one…two…kick out by Dizi!)

Brodie Manson runs into the ropes.
Dizi misses with a clothesline.
Dizi hits Brodie Manson with a shoulderblock.
Dizi takes Brodie Manson down with a baseball slide.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Brodie Manson misses with a shoulderblock.
Brodie Manson hits Dizi with a monkey flip.
Brodie Manson nails Dizi with flying headscissors.

(Brodie turns and executes a quick snap mare on Dizi MacPhearson. Dizi climbs to her feet rather quickly but Brodie grabs her arm and sends her into the ropes and nails a clothesline on the rebound.)

JR: A hard clothesline that sent Dizi straight into the mat! She should pin here!

King: No look, she talking to that Yuku girl! Why is she doing that?

JR: Dizi is already back to her feet!

(While Brodie is leaning through the ropes talking to Yuku, Dizi comes up from behind and rolls up Brodie. The ref drops and counts but Brodie kicks out at two.)

King: That was a close one, JR.

JR: Too close if you ask me.

(Brodie instantly climbs back to her feet and both Dizi and Brodie are standing face-to-face. She grabs Dizi by the hair and tosses her to the corner. Brodie capitalizes and sets Dizi up on the corner.)

JR: Looks like Brodie is going for a high-impact move here.

King: I love it when people do this!

(Dizi rests on the turnbuckle, facing the ring, as Brodie climbs up in front of her. Brodie carefully stands on her own feet and grabs one of Dizi’s legs.)

King: What is she doing here…a Fisherman’s Suplex!

JR: This very well could be the end of the match!

(Brodie executes a perfect top rope Fisherman’s Suplex. With her leg still hooked Brodie makes the pin.)

King: She’s going for a pin!!

JR: Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

JR: She did it! She did it! Brodie Manson has defeated Dizi MacPhearson!

(Brodie is still a bit dazed from the move, but she manages to climb to her feet. Yuku rushes excitedly into the ring and both of the women hug and cheer.)

King: She’s the new Women’s Champion!

(The referee presents the Women’s Championship to Brodie and raises her hand over her head. Brodie smiles brightly and holds the title belt over her head.)

(The Bruisertron lights up and Shane’s Blue Jaguar XKR rag top is shown pulling into the arena parking lot.)

JR: There’s Harry’s tag team partner tonight against Prime Time.

King: The New Union vs. Prime Time who books these matches. I wanna see bra and panties matches with Jacklyn and Dizi and Flame and Spirit and...

JR: We get the Idea King.

(The car comes to a halt and Shane and Jacklyn J step out of the car. Shane has his bag over his arm and then puts Jacklyn’s duffle over his shoulder.)

King: There’s Jacklyn J. Puppies!!

JR: King get a grip.

(The two walk off the screen as the camera fades.)

(The cameras focus in on Witherspoon. He is leaning against the wall of his locker room, a remote in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He turns to the camera.)

Witherspoon: Listen carefully. I currently have no plans on my horizon, that are worth dealing with, so if anyone is wanting a piece of the Witherspoon, then go ahead and let me know. I’ll be waiting for you. Happy Holidays.

(Witherspoon points the remote at the camera and pushes a button.)

(FADE)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of St. Louis, MO...
Weighing in at 243 pounds...

Jackson Roe

KING: Another no-show!

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Jackson Roe runs into the ropes.
Jackson Roe misses with a clothesline.
Dale Anderson hits Jackson Roe with a clothesline.
Dale Anderson hits Jackson Roe with a shoulderblock.
Dale Anderson attempts to place Jackson Roe on the turnbuckle, but Jackson Roe
blocks it.
Dale Anderson whips Jackson Roe into the ropes, but Jackson Roe reverses it.
Dale Anderson uses the Dragon Ray on Jackson Roe.
Len Stanley counts: One, shoulder up.
Dale Anderson leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Dale Anderson sets up the chair.
Dale Anderson goes for a DDT, but Jackson Roe counters it with a low blow.
Len Stanley removes the chair from the ring.
Jackson Roe hits Dale Anderson.
Jackson Roe chops Dale Anderson.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Dale Anderson places Jackson Roe on the turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson executes the Bronx Buster on Jackson Roe.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are cheering on Dale Anderson.

*DING DING*

>>>

(The scene opens up to the BMWF parking lot. Master Z is seen slowly roaming around almost as if he’s stalking his prey. Master Z twirls a pair of brass knuckles around his pointer finger. He doesn’t carry a bag so it is obvious he has been waiting for a reason.)

Master Z: The world champion, Master Z! How nice that sounds! How great this belt looks on me! I saw Lowedown with this belt and it made me sick! His scrawny little body can’t even support all this gold! He needs Flame holding it up from falling down to his knees!

(Master Z kicks a stone across the pavement and continues to walk.)

Master Z: Speaking of Flame, that was sure uncalled for what she did at the pay per view. Jumping on my back how she did. Shame on her! You know she just wanted to feel what a real man felt like! She wasn’t trying to save Lowedown, she was trying to get close to me in any way possible!

(Master Z crosses his arms and stops walking. He looks into the dark distance. A smile creeps onto his face.)

Master Z: I guess that’s understandable. I am the unstoppable force in this federation. A woman can only go so long with a loser like him!

(Master Z charges into the darkness. A few muffled sounds are heard as the camera man rushes to keep up.)

*SMACK*

(The camera finally catches up to Master Z. Z is on top of Lowedown pummeling him with his brass knuckle clad fist. Flame can only watch with horror.)

Master Z: How does that black top taste, Lowe? Or can’t you taste it with all of your own blood in your mouth?

*CRACK*
*CRACK*
*CRACK*

Master Z: You better get used to this! Until you admit to me being the better champion, I’m going to make your life miserable!

*CRACK*
*CRACK*

Master Z: Thought you could pull a fast one on me at the pay per view, huh? I bet you didn’t expect me taking you down with me! You can never win, Lowe! NEVER!

*CRACK*

(Master Z lets go of the hair of Lowedown and let his limp head drop to the hard ground. Master Z turns and blocks Flame’s path to her man.)

Master Z: So we meet again, Flame!

(Master Z slips his bloody brass knuckles into his pocket and closes in on Flame.)

Master Z: Ya know I would have had Lowedown beaten last week if you didn’t jump on my back! If you need a back to jump on you know where my locker room is! I know how hard it must be to walk around with that loser every week. If you ever want to side with a champion, give me a call babe!

(Master Z grabs the chin of Flame and winks at her. He releases his grip leaving a blood smear across her face. Master Z whistles as he walks back towards the arena.)

JR: I am getting word that something has just happened in the back.

King: Master Z has become friends with Hollywood Mike finally!!!

(When the cameras cut to the back Mafioso and Jacklyn are seen laying on the floor unconcious. On both of their chests is a long stem black rose.)

JR: It looks like a car wreck back there!!!

King: What is the deal with the black roses?

JR: It means someone has sent them a grave and serious message.

King: I would hate to be in the new Union now.


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