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

(The scene opens in the parking lot where the same semi-truck from Live
slowly rolls in; "Step Daddy's Dungeon written on the side.)

King: What in the world is in that truck Tyrone is driving?

JR: I have no clue, King, but I'm sure whatever it is, I'm sure we'll see it
tonight in his match against the Dawg.

JR: Cherri Runnels is backstage with the Women’s Champion, Rachel Pitt!

Cherri: Thanks, JR. Now Rachel, tonight you have a triple-threat elimination match against your archenemy Judge Moody and your fellow Prime Time ally, Aquatic. Tell me, how do you think this match will turn out?

Rachel: Cherri, I think you and the rest of the world will be pleasantly surprised after the match tonight. Now Aquatic and I haven’t ever seen eye to eye but tonight we’re going to work together tonight and try not to stab each other in the back in the process. And as for Moody, she said some pretty harsh things about me an Prime Time which just have to be dealt with.

Cherri: Well, how do you plan on ‘dealing’ with her?

Rachel: I can’t give away all the details, but Aquatic and I have talked and let’s just say that Moody won’t be making the same mistake again.

Cherri: What are your thoughts about Aquatic’s whole feminist movement throughout the BMWF?

Rachel: Well I actually think that Aquatic is a lost little girl in desperate need of guidance. This whole anti-male rubbish is going to end a failed attempt; because all she’s doing is giving the fan’s what they want. I mean, stripping Athena? The fans wanted to see that! They don’t give a damn about Aquatics beliefs, they only wanna see scantily-clad ladies.

Cherri: We all know about your victory at Survival, but what about your relationship with Tyrone? It’s been a while since we’ve even seen you together and we haven’t heard a thing about it.

Rachel: I’ve been trying to keep our personal life a secret but it seems as if our life together has gone down in flames. He’s been so stubborn and pigheaded since he returned and all he ever thinks about is that stupid Dawg. I mean, aren’t I higher on his priorities than that flat slob? He’s forgotten be entirely and I wish he would come back. It’s like he’s become a different person, but I’m not going to be the victim of this relationship.

Cherri: Well-

Rachel: (interrupting) No, Cherri. We’re done, I don’t feel like talking anymore.

(Rachel adjusts her Women’s Title on her shoulder, and walks off.)

LILLY: This contest is an elimination triangle match. It is for the BMWF Woman's title!

Introducing first...

Led to the ring by The Executioner...
Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Judge Moody
Match Entrance

(The Judge Judy theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. Judge Moody and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way to the ring. Judge Moody is wearing a long judge robe and has her gavel in her hand. They enter the ring and Judge Moody raises her gavel in the air as The Executioner grabs a mic from ringside. The Executioner hands Judge Moody the mic as the crowd boos.)

Moody: Some of the guys backstage were asking me, "Moody, don't you know that you are walking into an ambush? Pitt and Aquatic are in the same stable, and last month at Survival, Aquatic sacrificed her win to give Pitt the win!". Well, that may be the case, but tonight will be different. You see, last month at Survival, Pitt and Aquatic had trouble eliminating me even by double-teaming me, so they had to have Inferno come out and hit me with a chair in order to get me out! Now that's just pathetic!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Tonight may be the same, but you girls better learn to fight fair, or I'll have to teach you!

(The crowd whistles and cheers.)

Moody: Shut up you disgusting perverts! Why don't all you losers go get girlfriends or something?

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: But tonight isn't about you losers here in Richmond, tonight's about me regaining what is rightfully mine...the BMWF Women's Championship. I will defy the odds and beat both Pitt and Aquatic, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Judge Moody tosses down the mic and waits for her opponents.)

Led to the ring by Inferno...

Hailing from Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN!

("Going Under" by Evanescence plays over the PA system as blue mist rises
from the stage. There is an explosion of blue fireworks as Aquatic steps out and
walks her way to the ring. She slides into the ring and takes a microphone
from the timekeeper.)

Aquatic: (clearing her throat) Tonight, you will bear witness to a REAL
free-TV PPV main event. No, I'm not talking about whatever the last match on the
card is, I'm talking about this woman's title match right here, right now! Now,
if you've been paying any attention to the woman's division recently,which I'm
sure only 25% of you have actually, you know that we've experienced a real
upsurge in depth and meaningfulness. So tonight, we're not going to have a
two-minute spotfest with no meaning, we're going to put on a real show! And it
looks ike it's coming just in time, because I don't think there's been one real
match on this show yet!

(Crowd boos, than starts a chorus of "Aquatic sucks!" Aquatic is getting
visibly agitated.)

Aquatic: What is it with you people? You can't take criticism of anyone
anymore! (speaks sarcasticallY) Well, gee golly, I guess it's not nice to diss the
Darkside Demons! They try SO hard! GET REAL PEOPLE! As if that matters! This
is an industry based on victories and power! If you don't have the wins, you
better be influencing the matches! Guys like NHB don't do either, so forget
them! Rachel and I represent the ultimate alliance in this woman's division, and
from here on in, girls like Moody, Athena, Jacklyn, and Flame don't stand a
chance! If you're looking to overcome our might, you best be prepared for what I
will do to you, because trust me, you will....

Aquatic/Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!

Fighting out of Bristol, TN...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
"The Queen of Hearts" Rachel Pitt
(Suddenly “Prime Time” by Promoe blasts throughout the Richmond Coliseum and girlish giggle echoes through the speakers. The BruiserTron begins to flash clips of Rachel Pitt and Aqautic. As the song hits its chorus, Aquatic dressed in a blue top and pants heads through the curtains followed by Rachel Pitt. Rachel holds her Women’s Championship over her head as the fans cheer in admiration.)

JR: There's a lot of bitterness between Rachel and Aquatic. I wonder how this match will end up.

King: Hey JR, remember when we saw Aquatic strip Athena last week? I hope she does that again! Except not to Moody!

(Rachel and Aquatic climb into the ring, where Rachel signals for a microphone to be tossed to her.)

Rachel: Well, well, well, look what we got here, Aquatic? And old donkey lost from her heard. I guess she doesn’t really get, does she?

Aquatic: (taking the mic) I guess she doesn’t, what a pity. You see, Moody, when you mess with one duck, you have to deal with the whole flock…

Rachel: (taking back the mic) And darling, you have had one strike too many. And well……you wanna say it, Aquatic?

Aquatic: PREPARE TO FEEL OUR PAIN!!!

(Instantly Aquatic drops the mic and the two of them charge towards Moody, knocking her down with a huge clothesline.)

JR: What high impact!

King: I think Moody almost popped out! Eck!

JR: Aquatic and Rachel have common ground tonight, and that is to ensure that
Moody does not walk out of here the Woman's champion!

(Aquatic whips Moody into the ropes and catches her with a dropkick. Rachel
pulls Moody up and executes a snap suplex.)

King: This might as well be a handicap match, JR!

JR: You're darn right!

Aquatic puts Moody in a full-nelson.
Rachel gives Moody a side-kick to the gut.
Aquatic pulls Moody up and executes a full-nelson bomb.

JR: I'm surprised at how well Aquatic and Rachel are flowing!

(Aquatic and Rachel hoist Moody up at a 180-degree angle. They execute a
Nature's Fury!)

King: HA HA! They're better at it than the Eco-System!

JR: Inferno's got to be watching this proudly!

Aquatic whips Moody into the turnbuckle.
Aquatic gets down on her hands and knees
Rachel jumps off Aquatic and hits the Poetry In Motion on Moody.

King: Flying Puppies! This is great, JR!

JR: Judge Moody goes for an arm bar, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt hits a huricanrana on Judge Moody.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt hits Judge Moody with a huricanrana.
A few fans are cheering on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt raises her fist into the air.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt executes a stomachbreaker on Judge Moody.
Rachel Pitt takes Judge Moody down with a huricanrana.
Rachel Pitt goes for neckbreaker, but Judge Moody blocks it.

JR: Judge Moody whips Rachel Pitt into the ropes and then clotheslines her out of the ring.
Aquatic rushes Moody but Moody ducks and Aquatic goes flying out of the ring and onto Rachel Pitt.
Judge Moody hits a baseball slide onto Rachel Pitt and then exits the ring.
Moody grabs Aquatic by the hair and slams her face into the ring barrier.

King: Judge Moody is shouting obscenities to Aquatic, she is obviously upset!

JR: Moody enters the ring and stops the count-out. She exits the ring again.
Pitt grabs Moody and attempts to whip her into the steel steps but Moody reverses it and Pitt collides with the steps.
Aquatic runs over and tosses Moody back into the ring.

Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody goes for a clothesline, but Aquatic ducks out of the way.
Aquatic takes Judge Moody down with an Asai moonsault.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.
Aquatic whips Judge Moody into the ropes.
Judge Moody misses with a shoulderblock.
Judge Moody misses with a clothesline.
Aquatic hits Judge Moody with a clothesline.

(Rachel grabs one of Moody's legs and Aquatic grabs the other, and they lock
in a double person Boston Crab.)

King: Wait a second, JR! That's Inferno coming out of the audience with a
steel chair!

JR: What's he doing here? He doesn't want to get Aquatic or Rachel
disqualified, does he?)

(Inferno taps the Executioner on the back and...)

*CRACK*

King: YAAH! Did you hear that, JR?

JR: I sure did! Executioner looks like he's out cold!

Inferno leaves the ring area, smiling cockily.
Inside the ring, Moody makes it to the ropes.
Aquatic and Rachel pull on Moody's legs stretching them out, then let go.

King: HA HA! That may be the first time Moody's legs have spread her whole
life!

JR: KING!!!!

Aquatic and Rachel hit a double DDT on Moody.
Rachel drags Moody closer to the corner while Aquatic scales the turnbuckles.
Aquatic hits a moonsault on Moody.

JR: These women have just been vicious to Moody tonight!'

(Aquatic and Rachel begin arguing over who will get to hit their finisher on
Moody. They apparantly agree to take turns, and Aquatic pulls Moody up over
her back.)

JR: ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER!

Aquatic hits the Ice Breaker oN judge Moody.
She hands Moody to Rachel who is alreayd on the top turnbuckle.
Rachel hits the Kiss of Death.

JR: KISS OF DEATH OFF THE TOP ROPE FOLLOWING AN ICE BREAKER! IS MOODY STILL
ALIVE?

(Aquatic hops to the top rope suddenly and gestures to Rachel. Rachel
apparantly understands, and Rachel picks up Moody. They execute a Take Two.)

JR: TAKE TWO! THAT'S IT!

KING: No! They want to punish Moody some more!

(Meanwhile in the ring, Rachel and Aquatic are hammering away on Moody with a flurry of snap kicks to her ribs. Staring at Moody’s limp body, Rachel quickly exits the ring and tosses two kendo sticks, a trashcan lid, and a few steel folding chairs.)

King: These ladies are doing some heavy-duty damage!

(Back in the ring, Aquatic advances threateningly to Moody, nailing her with a shot from her kendo stick.)

JR: The ref is warning Aquatic, but she doesn’t care!

King: RaWR!

*DING! DING!*

JR: Finally the ref has done something!

King: But that hasn’t stopped the Prime Time women!

(Rachel proceeds to the top rope, with a trashcan lid in her hand. Aquatic is holding the wilted body of Judge Moody in her place. Rachel dives off, smashing the lid into Moody’s skull.)

JR: Did you hear that King?!

King: Youch!

(Rachel prances around the ring, waving her Women’s title around, as the fans cheer her on. Blood begins to trickle across Mood;y face as Aquatic, picks her up and begins to trash talk her. Aquatic pushes Moody into the corner and chokes her out with her foot.
Aquatic climbs up to stand over Moody's head and she hurricaranas Flame out of the
corner.)

King: YAAH! WAVECURL!

JR: Quit calling the moves, King. That’s my job.

(Back in the ring, Rachel lays her Women’s Title across the smothered face of Moody and returns to the top rope.)

JR: I think I know what’s going to happen now!

King: Survival flashback!

JR: And Aquatic is just sitting there!

(Rachel dives off the top turnbuckle and smacks Moody across the face with a huge leg drop.)

Rachel: (grabbing a microphone) Moody, I hope you realized what has happened and that you do not make the same mistake the next time. But until then, see ya toots!

(“Prime Time” plays again, and Rachel and Aquatic give one last kick to Moody’s gut before exiting the ring.)

(Aquatic grabs a microphone as the Executioner is walking Moody up the ramp.)

Aquatic: Oh Moody! We're not done with you by a long shot!

(Aquatic pops a capsule in her mouth and her and Rachel Pitt run up to them.
Aquatic spits blue mist into the Executioner's eyes and nails a DDT on the
steel ramp.)

King: YAAH! Aquatic just took Executioner out!

(Rachel kicks Moody in the gut and pulls her up. Rachel executes a Kiss of
Death on the steel ramp.)

JR: KISS OF DEATH ON THE STEEL! MY GOSH, MOODY IS BLEEDING!

(Rachel and Aquatic walk backsatge with their arms raised in the air as
Rachel's music plays.)

>>>
(Michael Bole is backstage with Tai Hashi.)

BOLE: Tonight you face Ryushi Fujita for the BMWF Light-Heavyweight Championship...

TAI: (Interrupting) Yes I know that Bole. And tonight, it's my chance to show the whole world that I am the greatest ever Light-Heavyweight Champion to ever step foot inside the wrestling industry. Forget Rey Mysterio, Tiger Mask and all the other Light-Heavyweight wannabe's I am the real deal!

(The camera goes into Rock Star Inc.’s locker room, Tai and Kolic are
playing Soul Calibur II.)

Tai: I almost got you now!

Kolic: Not if I can help it! (Kolic hits a beautiful Y+Y+A+Throw combo,
winning the battle.) Boo-yah! *Checks watch* Uh oh! It’s almost time for my
match!

Tai: You go ahead, I still have to practice for my Lightweight match
tonight.

Kolic: Cool, good luck!

(Kolic exits the room and runs into The Couch.)

Couch: Just the man I wanted to see. Wait, you’re not Tai! Aww man, it’s
Kolic, guess I have to interview you too.

Kolic: Suits me. What’s up?

Couch: You have a match against Latino Heat. Are you prepared for that?

Kolic: Of course! I just finished a three hour run on Soul Calibur II, so
I’m completely relaxed.

Couch: Are you worried Tyrone Smith will attack you during or after the
match?

Kolic: Worried? A little. Unlike most of the bullies from my childhood,
he’ll only go after me more if I challenge him directly. But am I prepared?
Oh yeah. One must take special precautions against someone like Tyrone. But
I don’t care about him. I just want those tag title belts the Eco-System
has. Hear me Eco? Those titles are ours, come Hell or high water! Though not
both, because they’d cancel each other out.

Couch: Speaking of the Eco-System...well, you just answered my last
question.

Kolic: Wow! I’m so smart, I have psychic powers! So this interview is over?

Couch: Is Tai in there?

Kolic: Yeah.

Couch: Then it’s over. See you, hopefully in one piece after Tyrone gets
through with you.

(Kolic shakes his head as he walks to the ring.)

JR: Kolic’s match against Latino Heat is next!

King: If Heat doesn’t kill him, Tyrone will! We might finally get rid of
Kolic! Oh happy day!

JR: You’re too much King. We’ll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from El Paso, Texas...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Latino Heat

PA: Viva la raza!

(As the words hit over the PA system the crowd erupts as Los Guerreros’ music begins to play. From the side of the entranceway, Latino Heat and Ultimate Guerrero drive out in their Chevy Impala. Heat drives down the entranceway and stops the car. He shows off the hydraulics controller as he presses the button and begins to jump the car up and down to the crowd’s delight.)

PA: We Lie… We Cheat… We Steal…

(Heat swings open the door and makes his way to the ring as Ultimate hops over the door. Both men slide into the ring. Ultimate Guerrero raises his arms in the air in one corner. Latino Heat is on the other side. He extends his arms out to both sides, pounds his chest, and drops back down to the mat. Ultimate hands Latino Heat and stands behind him.)

Latino Heat: Kolic, essa, let me send you a little message. Son, you and Tai think you’re big shots. I just want ya’ to remember I’ve put Tai’s shoulders to the mat more than once. Now you two think ya’ just gonna run into the Tag Team division and go after Eco-System. Ya’ think Los Guerreros won’t mind ya’ stepping in front of us for shots at those punks? Well, ya’ would be right. We don’t mind. Because Los Guerreros gotta move on. I got my cousin here, Ultimate, looking to move up in the world in the light-heavyweight division. The moves this guy can pull off are amazing. The intensity this man has is unparalleled. The success this kid is gonna have in that division is gonna huge.

But don’t forget about me. It’s my time to go back to where I belong. I love my cousin but its time for me to do my own thing. I got his back. As you can see here he’s got mine. But I remember the good days when I was wearing that IC strap. I want those days back. Last week, I had two chances. First, White Lighting and his boy toy took me out and kept me from the TV title. Then my boy Iggy did a great job winning that US title in a match I was part of. I ain’t gonna let people take things from me like that anymore. This time around, I’m gonna start running the show. And champions are gonna fall. You can trust me on that. Latino Heat is focussed. I’m angry. I’m ready. So when someone has got the set to face me man to man, remember the warning. Same for you Kolic. If ya’ can’t stand this Heat… then stay out of our kitchen… because you will get burned.

*DING DING*

JR: Kolic has Heat in a headlock, he bounces off the second rope, and drives
Heat’s face into his knee! Kolic climbs the turnbuckle, waits for Heat to
stand...and hits a plancha! Kolic goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Kolic picks up Heat and hits a spinning headscissors! Heat is on the
second rope! Kolic signals for a 619! Hey! King, wake up!

King: *snort* Why? What’s going on? Is the match over yet?

JR: I can’t believe you King, you’re missing out of one of the future stars
of the BMWF! Oh great, we missed the 619!

King: Didn’t miss much if you ask me!

JR: Kolic climbs the turnbuckle and hits Heat with a flying clothesline!
Kolic hits a Russian legsweep on Latino Heat.
A portion of the crowd is booing Kolic.
Kolic throws Latino Heat into the turnbuckle.
Kolic charges in with a clothesline.
Kolic takes Latino Heat down with spinning headscissors.
Kolic goes for a 619, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat kicks Kolic.
Latino Heat is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Latino Heat punches Kolic.
A few fans are booing Latino Heat, while a few others are cheering him.
Latino Heat hits Kolic.
Latino Heat goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Kolic counters it with
a go-behind.
Kolic hits Latino Heat with a spin kick.
Kolic punches Latino Heat.
Kolic is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Latino Heat kicks Kolic.
A few fans are booing Latino Heat, while a few others are cheering him.
Latino Heat hits Kolic.

JR: Latino Heat climbs the turnbuckle, Kolic stands, Heat hits a
hurracanarana! Wait, Kolic jumps to his feet and hits a savate kick! Kolic
goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Both men slow to their feet, Kolic gets up first. Kolic assaults Heat
with punches, then whips Heat into the corner! Kolic follows in with a
clothesline! Kolic chokes Heat with his boot! Kolic waits until the count of
4, then heel kicks Heat with his other foot! Kolic jumps on the turnbuckle
and hits a frogsplash!

Ref: 1, 2...kickout!

JR: Kolic upset by the slow count! He yells at the ref before picking up
Heat. Wait! Heat fights back! Heat unloads a flurry of punches to Kolic,
then rebounds off the ropes! Heat tries a dropkick, but Kolic ducks! Kolic
waits for Heat to stand, then hits his own dropkick!

King: I’m glad someone knows how!

JR: Kolic picks Heat up, then hits a Russian legsweep! He goes for the pin!

Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kolic nails Latino Heat with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic hits irish whip on Latino Heat.
Kolic kicks Latino Heat.
Kolic kicks Latino Heat.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Kolic.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic almost takes Latino Heat's head off with a clothesline
Kolic goes for a 619, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic nails Latino Heat with irish whip.
Kolic whips Latino Heat into the ropes.
Kolic misses with a shoulderblock.
Latino Heat hits Kolic with a kick.
Latino Heat hits a dropkick on Kolic.
Latino Heat takes Kolic down with a snap suplex.
You could hear a pin drop.
Latino Heat whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic hits Latino Heat with an elbow.
Kolic whips Latino Heat into the ropes.
Kolic executes the Binary Blast on Latino Heat.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Kolic and a few others cheering him.
Kolic goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic kicks Latino Heat.
A few fans are booing Kolic, while a few others are cheering him.
Kolic hits Latino Heat.
A few fans are booing Kolic, while a few others are cheering him.
Latino Heat punches Kolic.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Kolic punches Latino Heat.
Kolic punches Latino Heat.
Kolic whips Latino Heat into the ropes.
Kolic takes Latino Heat down with a huricanrana.
Kolic goes for a frog splash, but Latino Heat rolls out of the way.
Latino Heat slaps his chest.
A few fans are booing Latino Heat, while a few others are cheering him.
Latino Heat hits Kolic with a brain buster.
A few fans are booing Latino Heat, while a few others are cheering him.
Latino Heat executes the Frog Splash on Kolic.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Latino Heat, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING*

>>>

(The camera cuts to the Eco-System backstage.)

Inferno: Hello. Today, we'd like to show you all a little interview that was
shown on Live that we would like to make accessible to TV viewers. To
celebrate his one-year anniversary here: Vernon Vanderbilt, one on one with Michael
Bole.

(Inferno hits play on the TV and it begins to start....)

(Earlier this week, Michael Bole had the opportunity
to have a sit-down discussion with "Mr. Showtime"
Vernon Vanderbilt.)

Bole: Vernon, you seem to be a man whose star burns
brighter and brighter with each passing day.

Vernon: Thank you very much, Michael. That is so
kind of you.

Bole: It is a rarity for someone to accomplish so
much in their rookie year. Now, you can add the
Intercontinental Title to your list of
accomplishments. However, you seem pretty easygoing
when it comes to your recent victories, including your
career-defining victory over Master Z.

Vernon: Well, Michael, I would be lying if I said I
wasn't thrilled with all the success I've had thus
far. Honestly, as fabulous as I am, I still manage to
amaze myself sometimes.

Bole: To what do you credit your great run so far?

Vernon: There are so many things, really. I guess I
would have to give a lot of credit to my parents.

Bole: You don't really talk about them much.

Vernon: Allow me to clarify. I credit my parents,
because they instilled in me the drive to prove them
wrong. I'm not going to get into some big sob story
or anything here, Michael. I will say that my home
life was anything but placid. I was kicked out, to
fend for myself on the streets of San Francisco, at
the age of seventeen. But I have always told myself
that I would make it on my own terms, and I honestly
believe that I have. I have stories that would raise
the hair on your head, Michael. People look at me,
and all they see is a pampered pretty boy with money
to burn. If they knew what I was all about, they
would shake their heads in disbelief.

Bole: Care to share a little with us?

Vernon: I was homeless for almost a year. I'd crash
on couches or floors whenever I could, but most of
that time was spent in alleys, doorways, and park
benches. I never knew where my next meal was coming
from, or when it would be for that matter. The only
outlet I found was with Diva Supreme.

Bole: Your band?

Vernon: That's right. I happened to be in the right
place at the right time with the right talent. I
could play keyboards...

(Aquatic starts fast-fowarding the tape.)

Inferno: What are you doing? This is Vernon's heart! His soul!

Aquatic: It's also something of a rant that unfortunately, we don't have time
for! Can we just get to the part that pertains to this promo??

Mineral: All right, but I'm gonna feel bad about it.

(Aquatic plays the tape again.)

Bole: All in all, it appears that you've
led a very interesting life, Vernon.

Vernon: And I wouldn't change a thing. All of my
experiences, both bad and good, have helped make me
who I am. Sure, I had a sizeable chip on my shoulder
for a long time. I believe anyone who had been
through the things I had would feel the same way.
However, I firmly believe that by building a circle of
friends, people I can rely on...that's how I have
managed to survive and thrive. See, I'm really a
loner by nature, and painfully shy.

Bole: I don't think anyone would believe that.

Vernon: It's true. The stage is the only place where
I have ever felt truly comfortable. I think it's
because, for that brief moment in time, I am allowed
to become someone else, to transcend the ordinary.
When I step out from behind that curtain, and I see
those people out there, cheering, chanting my name, or
even booing me, I know I have done what I set out to
do. I have inspired them, created emotions within
them.

Now, though, I have my fellow Prime Timers in my life.
I have built so many fond memories with them, and
they have shaped me as a person. Tamer, he has shown
me what loyalty is all about. He was the first person
in the BMWF who really understood me, probably because
we spent so long at each others' throats. He is truly
the definition of a friend in my book. And Rachel. I
can't say enough about Rachel Pitt. She is a
beautiful, vibrant, intelligent woman...and she has a
great sense of style as well. Clancy has been,
really, the father figure I never had. He's offered
me guidance and support, even during my most difficult
moments. He's like a big teddy bear with a keen
financial sense. (He laughs.) Truck, he's a great
guy. Always there to cheer me up when I'm down,
always ready with a helping hand, no matter what. I
love him like a brother. Inferno, Mineral, and
Aquatic...we're just getting to know each other,
really, but I can already tell that these kids are
going to make it big. They may seem a little wild, a
little out there, but believe me when I tell you they
have hearts of gold, all of them.

(Aquatic stops the tape.

Eco-System: Awwww....

Inferno: Guys., we have to get something special for Vern for Christmas. The
guy's been so good to us...

Mineral: (standing up) I say when Season's Beatings rolls around, we get
something special for all the Prime Time members and give the presents to them
during the PPV. Whaddya say?

Aquatic: I agree. In fact, I'm thinking of getting EVERYONE presents.

Inferno: You serious?

Aquatic: Why not? We have the funds these days, I say we do it! It would be a
nice gesture...

Mineral: All right, but we'll have to get a jump on shopping....like starting
today!

Aquatic: All right! Put your hands in. (Inferno and Mineral oblige) On count
of three, Ecorific Christmas. one, two, three...

Eco-System: ECORIFIC CHRISTMAS!

FADE

(Ryushi Fujita stands backstage awaiting the call for his match to come up. He is seemingly runnign on endless energy as he stalks around the backstage area as the camera crew approaches, however the Light Heavyweight champ just waves them off as he continues to keep his focus on the match against Tai Haishi tonight.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
Ryushi Fujita

("When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin begins to play and a single light hits a small mirror ball above the wrestler's entrance, splitting the light into thousands of "diamonds" that swirl across the crowd. A pretty good pop from the crowd greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area and he works the crowd with the BMWF Light Heavyweight Title around his waist. He slaps hands with the ringside fans as he makes his way down the aisle and slides inside the ring. He unbuckles the belt and hands it to the ref before bouncing off the ropes a couple of times while he waits for Tai Haishi to enter the ring.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Athena Hashi...
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistance" Tai Hashi

(The arena lights dim, purple smoke rises from the stage as 'Numb' by Linkin Park blares through the speakers. Tai Hashi walks through the smoke with Athena. One single white spotlight on the two. Tai's in his infamous green cargo pants and sneakers, with a nike baseball cap and shades. He gives the signal of a belt around his waist and starts walking down the ramp.)

(Tai slides under the bottom rope, takes off his shades and cap and throws them into the crowd. He stretches against the ropes.)

JR: There's the bell!
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits Tai Hashi with a kick.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Tai Hashi counters it with
a small package.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tai Hashi complains about a slow count.
Tai Hashi takes Ryushi Fujita down with a bulldog.
Tai Hashi hits a stiff karate kick to the head on Ryushi Fujita.
Tai Hashi is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
Tai Hashi is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita almost takes Tai Hashi's head off with a clothesline
Ryushi Fujita uses a flying elbowdrop on Tai Hashi.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita complains about a slow count.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a half Boston crab, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Tai Hashi throws Ryushi Fujita into the turnbuckle.
Tai Hashi runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Ryushi Fujita lifts his knee.
Ryushi Fujita takes Tai Hashi down with a shining wizard.
Ryushi Fujita has the crowd going wild.
Ryushi Fujita whips Tai Hashi into the ropes, but Tai Hashi reverses it.
Ryushi Fujita smacks Tai Hashi with a devastating clothesline .
Ryushi Fujita smacks Tai Hashi with a devastating clothesline .
Ryushi Fujita hits Tai Hashi with a flying elbowdrop.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita misses with a shoulderblock.
Ryushi Fujita misses with a kick.
Ryushi Fujita almost takes Tai Hashi's head off with a clothesline
Ryushi Fujita hits a shining wizard on Tai Hashi.
Ryushi Fujita nails Tai Hashi with a German suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita complains about a slow count.
Tai Hashi hits Ryushi Fujita with an inside cradle.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Tai Hashi and a few others cheering him
.
Tai Hashi takes Ryushi Fujita down with a legdrop.
Tai Hashi hits a jumping knee on Ryushi Fujita.
Tai Hashi hits straight kick on Ryushi Fujita.
Tai Hashi nails Ryushi Fujita with a legdrop.
Tai Hashi covers Ryushi Fujita.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: Tai Hashi kicks Ryushi Fujita in the back of the knee
Ryushi falls to his knees.
Tai ricochets off the ropes and dropkicks Ryushi in the face.
The crowd cheering Hashi!
Tai climbs the top rope, Ryushi slowly gets up.
Tai hits a sunset flip off the top rope.

Ref: 1...2...thr/kickout!

JR: Tai picks Ryushi up by the hair, Tai kicks Ryushi.
Tai bounces against the ropes and its his shoulder to the back of Ryushi's knee.
Ryushi falls to the floor.
Tai locks in a surfboard submission. Ryushi writhes in pain.

Ryushi Fujita reaches the ropes after 15 seconds.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Tai Hashi and a few others cheering him
.
Tai Hashi hits Ryushi Fujita with a jumping knee.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
A few fans are booing Tai Hashi, while a few others are cheering him.
Tai Hashi goes for a legdrop, but Ryushi Fujita rolls out of the way.
Ryushi Fujita hits Tai Hashi with a shining wizard.
Ryushi Fujita whips Tai Hashi into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita almost takes Tai Hashi's head off with a clothesline
Ryushi Fujita executes a flying elbowdrop on Tai Hashi.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita complains about a slow count.
Ryushi Fujita nails Tai Hashi with a German suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita complains about a slow count.
Ryushi Fujita executes the Honed Edge on Tai Hashi.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Ryushi Fujita nails Tai Hashi with a fisherman buster.
Ryushi Fujita sends Tai Hashi into the turnbuckle.
Ryushi Fujita executes a series of punches on Tai Hashi.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ryushi Fujita takes Tai Hashi down with a series of chops.
Ryushi Fujita has Tai Hashi by the head, jumps onto the ropes and comes off with
a tremendous Tornado DDT!
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Ryushi Fujita hits a Northern Lights suplex on Tai Hashi.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes.
Tai Hashi hits Ryushi Fujita with a backdrop.
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits Tai Hashi with a shoulderblock.
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes.

(Haishi staggers Fujita with a stiff right hand and quickly follows that up with a short arm clothesline. Fujita is stomped a couple of times before being dragged to his feet and whipped into the ropes, Haishi goes for another clothesline but Fujita counters it by ducking the clothesline and connecting with a reverse neckbreaker.)

JR: Great counter by the champ!

(Fujita grabs Haishi and hits a suplex on Haishi. Fujita holds onto Haishi and rolls over and hits a second suplex, Fujita holds on once again and rolls over and connects with a third suplex which brings the crowd to its feet. Fujita hops to his feet and gets ready to finish Haishi with the Honed Edge. He grabs Haishi and starts to perform the move but Haishi slips out of it and goes for a superkick that Fujita quickly counters that by hitting an spinning heel kick.)

Ryushi Fujita goes for a fisherman buster, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Tai Hashi executes a bulldog on Ryushi Fujita.
Tai Hashi whips Ryushi Fujita into the ropes, but Ryushi Fujita reverses it.
Tai Hashi hits a jumping knee on Ryushi Fujita.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Tai Hashi and a few others cheering him

King: Wait a second!! JR,some fan's coming out of the audience with a chair!

(The 'fan", wearing a Tai Hashi shirt and ski cap slides into the ring and
sizes Ryushi up with it. Suddenly, he cuts over and hits Tai dead in the face!
The referee rings the bell.)

*DING DING*

Lilly: Here is your winner by DQ, Tai Hashi!

JR: Wait a second! That fan is taking the ski mask off! It's INFERNO!

Inferno nails Tai in the head two more times.
Inferno laughs at the fallen Tai Hashi as he grabs a mike.

Inferno: Hashi, Hashi, Hashi. Didn't you realize that when you decided to go
after the tag belts, you sold your SOUL to me? There is absolutely no way I'm
letting you devalue the importance of MY belt by letting you go ahead with
attempts to take other titles whenever you please! As for that rematch you want
for yourself and Kolic at Season's Beatings....I want it inside a STEEL CAGE!
When you regain conciousness, give me your answer! See ya, BIOHAZARD!

(Inferno slides out of the ring smirking at his handiwork.)

JR:Eco-System vs. Rock Star Inc in a steel cage at Season's Beatings for the
tag titles! If Rock Star Inc agrees, this should be a SLOBBERKNOCKER!

(The scene opens in The Dawgs locker room, where a trainer is wrapping The Dawgs hands.)

Trainer: Lets get started Dawg. Tell me what you want.

The Dawg: I want you to wrap my fists and wrists with multiple layers of tape, just like the boxers have done.

Trainer: But I thought this was a wrestling match.

The Dawg: It is, but when you’re in a match like this, with an animal, you pull out all the stops.

(The trainer goes to work on the Dawgs hands. Skillfully he applies each layer of tape and then has The Dawg check it.)

Trainer: How does that feel?

The Dawg: Ya! It feels real good.

Trainer: Is it to tight?

(The Dawg makes a fist.)

The Dawg: No! But can you make it come up my wrist a little farther?

Trainer: Sure thing.

(The trainer adds a couple more rows of tape.)

Trainer: How’s that?

The Dawg: Perfect!

(The Dawg steps over to the lockers and starts pounding the metal doors with his fists.)

The Dawg: This is great! Smiths going to learn just how bad The Dawg can be.

Trainer: I hope you guys don’t kill each other.

The Dawg: Death would be too easy. I want this big dummy to suffer. I want him to know what pain really is. When I get done with him, he’s going to know that maybe he’s the second meanest bleep in the BMWF.

(The Dawg turns back to the lockers and nails a door with his fist, leaving a big dent)

(The BruiserTron lights up, revealing a computerized
representation of the solar system. The shot starts
to zoom in, traveling past Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, and
all the other planets as it homes in on Earth. We
break through the atmosphere, clouds parting, as the
focus sets on the continent of North America. We pull
in closer, as a glowing outline surrounds North
America. Closer still, and the state of California is
highlighted. Closer and closer...southern California.
Faster and faster we zoom in until, in a rush of
colour and light, we find ourselves landing right in
front of the Prime Time Mansion! Cue the music!
"Prime Time" by Promoe begins to play, but it is a
peppier, bouncier, swinging version, baby! Cut to
face shots of all the members of Prime Time, with
appropriate captions to designate their names.
Everyone is giving goofy, sitcom smiles to the camera
as the music plays.
Aquatic...Truck...Inferno....Mineral...Rachel
Pitt...Tamer..."Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt...and
featuring Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde as himself! The
credits wrap up, telling us this is "A Prime Time
Production.")

(Mineral is walking around in the hallways whistling
when Wren knuckledrag walks up to Mineral.)

Mineral: (looking at Wren) Well, well, well. If it
isn't the world's smartest monkey. I bet all those
compliments Rachel gives you really go to your head,
eh?

Wren: Oooh.....ahh ooh...

Mineral: How deep. Let's see if you can solve this
problem if you're so smart. (clears throat) Go get me
a lacy thong.....from Inferno's room!

Wren: OOH! AHOO! (Wren jumps off to Inferno's room.)

Mineral: HA HA! Dumb monkey, she won't find a thong in
my BROTHER'S room. Who's the smart one now,
Wrennn.....

(Wren comes back out of Inferno's room holding a pink
and frilly thong.)

Mineral: What the-MY BROTHER'S A WOMAN?!?!?!? HA HA!!!

(Tamer walks by Mineral in the hallway and overhears
him.)

Tamer: You DO know that Aquatic and Inferno share a
bedroom, right?

Mineral: Um.....er....no, I didn't.

(Tamer walks off, mumbling something about stupid
roomates. Wren excitedly claps.)

Mineral: (yelling at Wren) DON'T LOOK SO SMUG!

(Wren grunts and throws the obviously used thong on
Mineral's face.)

Mineral: YAAAHH!!

(Mineral runs down the stairs as Wren claps, shaking
his head violently as he attempts to get the
undergarment off. the cameras follow him as he runs
into the library where he knocks a huge bookcase over
by running directly into it.)

Vern: (getting up from reading "The Age of Reason" by
Thomas Paine) What are you doing? This is the second
time I've been disturbed from this book by one of you
two!

Mineral: Um....(noticing the thong has fallen off his
face.)...Well, it's kinda that Wren tricked me....

Vern: (interrupting) You got tricked by a MONKEY?

Mineral: A really SMART monkey....I mean, at least I
didn't do any damage to the house by knocking this
bookcase over, right?

(Vernon points to the cracked tile all around the
floor.)

Mineral: Uh....at least I didn't seriously hurt
anyone, right?

(Inferno crawls out from under the bookcase, looking
pained.)

Inferno: Ah....that bookcase landed HARD on my
back.....I don't know how well I'm going to do in our
practice wrestling session later.

(Vernon glares at Mineral.)

Mineral: Um....at least I didn't actually KILL anyone,
right?

Inferno: (looking around) Wait.....where's Aquatic's
hamster? I just had it! Fluffy....?

Mineral: Uh...(trying to escape Vernon's glare)....at
least....um....yeah.....I'm going now.

(Mineral runs off leaving Inferno searching through
the bookcase. Suddenly, a hamster pops its head out of
his pants leg and scurries off.)

Vernon: Inferno...I think I just saw Aquatic's
hamster.

Inferno: (sniffles) You're saying you saw it fly up to
Heaven? That's sweet...

(Inferno hugs Vernon and walks off sadly. Vernon
smacks his head and turns around to see the hamster
chewing on his book.)

Vernon: GIT! (Vernon hits the hamster, sending it
flying. Vernon then realizes he doesn't know where it
went.) Heh.....er.....went off to Heaven, that's
right....(Vernon continues reading.)

(CUT TO NEXT SCENE)

(The scene opens in the Prime Time house game room.
The camera goes over to the pool table. Tamer and
Rachel are playing against Inferno and Aquatic. Tamer
sets up a shot and sinks the number two ball.)

Inferno: This game is fixed. Tamer just sunk three
balls in a row.

Rachel: He warned you.

(Tamer sets up and sinks the one ball. Now the only
ball left for Rachel and Tamer to sink is the 8-ball.)

Tamer: Ouch. Let's see Rache and I just have the eight
ball left. And you two have one, two, three more plus
the eight ball left. Side pocket.

(Tamer takes his shot. He doesn't sink the eight ball
but he sets it up perfectly.)

Aquatic: My shot.

Inferno: Oh no!

Aquatic: What?

Inferno: Nothing dear, nothing.

(Inferno hides his head in his hands. Aquatic shoots
she taps one of her balls but the cue ball rolls back
and sets up perfectly for the eight ball.)

Aquatic: Yay! I hit one!

Inferno: I give up.

Rachel: No, too late, because now we win. Eight ball
side pocket.

(Rachel sets up and shoots. She sinks the eight ball
perfectly. Rachel get a big smile on her face.)

Rachel: HAHA! Her are you winners Rachel, and Josh.
Well losers *winks* I have to go.

(Rachel walks over to Tamer and gives him a kiss on
the check.)

Rachel: That was fun. Later.

(Tamer smiles has he watches Rachel walk away.)

Inferno/Aquatic: AAWWWW!!!

(Tamer jumps and turns around)

Tamer: What?

Aquatic: You are totally entranced by her.

Inferno: You are so funny man. HAHA! Little Tamer has
fallen for Rachel.

(Aquatic smacks Inferno)

Inferno: Ouch!!

Tamer: Look I'm just..

Aquatic: Totally infatuated?

Tamer: I-

Aquatic: Look Tamer I can tell these things I'm a
girl. It's sweet. Anyway you're a lot better for her
than that scoundrel Tyrone Smith. Now maybe I can help
you out here.

(Mineral rushes in)

Mineral: Don't tell Tamer I broke his.Ohh Hi Tamer.

Tamer: Broke his what?

Mineral: nothing. I gotta go BYE!!

(Mineral runs off. Tamer darts after him)

Inferno: It's always a nut house here. Hey look babe.
Don't go playing match maker between Tamer and Rache.

Aquatic: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Inferno: Yeah sure.

(Aquatic and Inferno just look at each other, as
Inferno shakes his head.)

(CUT TO NEXT SCENE)

(This scene opens by the pool, where Vernon and Clancy
are lounging in pool chairs, wearing smoking jackets
and sunglasses, and sipping on tall glasses of
lemonade. Truck and Tamer are in the pool, having a
splash fight.)

Vernon: Those two rascals.

Clancy: What?

Vernon: They really seem to be enjoying this place.
I think that's nice.

Clancy: O' course it is. That's the whole point of
this thing: t'have a good time and build group unity.
Not to mention that lucrative sponsorship deal.

(They chuckle, then reach under their respective
chairs and pull out two cans of Dr. Salt cola,
prominently displaying them to the camera.)

Vernon: Dr. Salt! The official drink of the greatest
stable in wrestling history, Prime Time!

Clancy: When it's gotta be Prime, it's time for Dr.
Salt!

(They crack open their cans and take huge gulps from
them. A look of horror crosses their faces, they look
at each other, then immediately spit out the beverage
into the air.)

Clancy: Good gawd!

Vernon: What the hell was that?

Clancy: Good gawd!

Vernon: That's the last time I let you sign me up to
endorse a Japanese soft drink!

(Vernon gets up out of his chair, perturbed.)

Clancy: Where ya goin'?

Vernon: I'm going inside. Too much sun. Besides, I
want to check out my new Kaiju Big Battel DVD. Those
two Plantanos guys...awesome.

Clancy: I don't know what you get out of that stuff.

Vernon: The same thing you get out of watching
scrambled adult channels, I guess.

Clancy: Oooooh!

Vernon: (laughing) Gotcha!

(He disappears into the house. Clancy chuckles and
leans back in his chair, relaxing in the California
sun, as Tamer and Truck continue their frolicking in
the pool.)

FADE OUT/ROLL CREDITS

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

(“Back Up” by 12 Stones blasts over the PA system as a darkened green glow
falls upon the roaring arena. Extreme Hardcore Entertainment flashes across
the bruisertron and Hardcore Harry comes walking out with a water bottle in
one hand and a microphone in the other. Harry strolls down to the ring and
rolls in looking out at the crowd as his music fades and the lights return
to normal)

JR: Will Harry accept the challenge from the World Champ?

KING: I don’t know, has he truly earned it yet?

JR: Well lets find out what he has to say.

(Harry pauses a minute still looking out into the crowd)

KING: He’s scared JR, I knew it.

Harry: Okay, now listen up. I have a few things to say regarding to last
week on Bedlam. A man that you all know real well decided to walk his little
self down to this ring and lay out a challenge and that challenge was to me!
That man just happened to be the BMWF World Champion!

(The crowd gives off a cheer)

Harry: And I for one have never backed down from a challenge, BUT!

(The crowd is silenced to the last word Harry just made and he smiles)

Harry: But, since he wants to get it on I think you fans would like that
wouldn’t you?

(The crowd cheers and begins chanting for Lowedown)

Harry: So do you all want to see Lowedown and I go one on one right here
tonight for the title or what!?!

(A huge roar bursts out from the crowd)

Harry: After I destroy my opponent tonight would you all like to have the
privileged to see a true all out war for the World Title?

(The crowd is now going nuts and are in an uproar)

Harry: SORRY!!!

(The cheers instantly halt and a cocky grin appears on the face of the
number one contender)

Harry: That just can’t happen you see, I should not and I would not wrestler
two matches for you people! Why waste all that energy for you all, what have
any of you done for me?

(The crowd begins to boo Harry and he seems to like it)

Harry: Oh so that’s how it is one minute you all want to cheer and raise
hell but now you want to boo me? Well that’s fine and dandy but as of this
very minute I accept!!!

(The crowd switches chants again)

Harry: That’s right, I am not doing it for anyone but the FANS! I am going
to do it to show each and everyone of you what I am made of and how I can
bring your golden boy World Champion down. So right now you can truly call
me the number one contender.

JR: There you have it KING, Harry didn’t back down.

KING: Yeah but do you honestly think he has a chance, I mean half the people
here would rather spit in his face than shake his hand.

JR: Be that as it may be but Hardcore Harry is now officially the BMWF
number one contender for the World Title.

(Harry tosses the mic out of the ring and stretches getting ready for his
opponent)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Hailing from Breaux Bridge, LA...
Weighing in at 346 pounds...

Truck

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Hardcore Harry hits Truck.
Hardcore Harry is being booed out of the building.
Hardcore Harry chops Truck.
The crowd is vociferously booing Hardcore Harry.
Truck punches Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry chops Truck.
Hardcore Harry punches Truck.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Truck kicks Hardcore Harry.
Truck is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Hardcore Harry chops Truck.
The crowd is vociferously booing Hardcore Harry.
Truck chops Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is cheering on Truck.
Hardcore Harry chops Truck.
Hardcore Harry chops Truck.
Truck chops Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is cheering on Truck.
Hardcore Harry hits Truck.
Hardcore Harry whips Truck into the ropes, but Truck reverses it.
Truck misses with a shoulderblock.
Truck hits a double ax handle chop on Hardcore Harry.
Truck nails Hardcore Harry with a shoulderblock.
Truck takes Hardcore Harry down with a spinebuster.
Truck hits Hardcore Harry with an atomic drop.
Truck hits Hardcore Harry with an atomic drop.
Truck executes a Samoan Drop on Hardcore Harry.
Truck hits head pound on mat on Hardcore Harry.
Truck hits Hardcore Harry with a spinebuster.
Truck is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Truck hits Hardcore Harry with a spinebuster.
Truck raises his fist in the air.
Truck is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Truck hoists Hardcore Harry high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Hardco
re Harry crashing hard to the mat.
Truck hits Hardcore Harry with a powerslam.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Truck executes haymaker on Hardcore Harry.
Truck whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes.
Truck misses with an elbow.
Truck misses with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry hits Truck with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry hits an elbowdrop on Truck.
Hardcore Harry takes Truck down with a piledriver.
Hardcore Harry goes for a sidewalk slam, but Truck counters it with a DDT.
The crowd is cheering on Truck.
In turn, Hardcore Harry counters it with a backdrop.
Hardcore Harry goes for a piledriver, but Truck counters it with a backdrop.
Truck nails Hardcore Harry with a Gorilla Press.
Truck is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Truck is going for the cover.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Truck hits Hardcore Harry with a Samoan Drop.
Truck goes for a backdrop, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Truck misses with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry hits Truck with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Truck hits Hardcore Harry with a clothesline.
Truck whips Hardcore Harry into the turnbuckle.
Hardcore Harry comes back and rocks Truck with an elbow.
Hardcore Harry uses a belly-to-belly suplex on Truck.
Hardcore Harry throws Truck out of the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, four, five, Truck reenters the ring.
Hardcore Harry whips Truck into the ropes.
Truck hits Hardcore Harry with a shoulderblock.
Truck goes for a backdrop, but Hardcore Harry counters it with a sunset flip.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is vociferously booing Hardcore Harry.

(“TNT” starts to play as the stage fills up with smoke.)

JR: Was Ignition scheduled to come out here King?!

King: No he was not! GO AWAY KID, NOBODY LIKES YA!

JR: He can’t hear ya, you idiot!

(The smoke clears and Ignition is standing at the top wearing a white
leather tank-top over a black t-shirt, and black leather pants. He has on
white metallic glasses, and a backwards Boston Red Sox hat. Ignition grabs
the US title from his shoulder and hoists it high into the air as the crowds
explodes. Ignition puts the title back on his shoulder and starts to make
his way to the ring. On the way to the ring Ignition high fives fans,
Ignition stops and smiles. He grabs a sign and carries it to the ring.
Ignition slides under the ropes and stands up, he motions for a mic as one
it tossed.)

Ignition: RICHMOND!!! WASSSSSSUPPP!!!

(Crowd Pops)

Ignition: I got a kick out of this sign.

(Ignition holds up the sign “It’s not the size of the boat that counts, it’s
the MOTION IN THE OCEAN.”. Ignition looks down for a second.)

Ignition: That may be true, but it takes a heck of a long time to get to
England in a row boat!

(Crowd laughs.)

King: HAHAHA! England in a row boat I liked that one.

Ignition: I didn’t come out here to tell jokes though, I came out to talk
about a kid by the name of White Lightning. . .

(The sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. “Hit the Floor”
by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Tamer walks out from the back holding a
mic.)

JR: What’s Tamer doing out here?!

Tamer: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Excuse me Mr. Iggy Pop but what are you doing? Do
you think I didn’t hear you? Let me guess you thought you could run your
mouth in front of that capacity crowd and I wouldn’t care. Wrong. See these
people may not know, but Iggy Pop here decided to bad mouth me and call me
pathetic. Well Ignition if you want to run my name through dirt, be ready
for the consequences. Because I’ll come down this ramp right now and kick
your @$$.

Ignition: Tamer, Tamer, Tamer don’t come out here and bite my head off
because you ya screwed up possible opportunities to win the Hardcore, and US
title last Monday! You ARE pathetic, I know it, you know it, and the fans
know it! Why do you have to throw idle threats at me Tamer? We both know you
are all talk! You can’t back up your words, I mean look what happened last
week during the Hardcore title match! I helped you out man, and ya still
couldn’t clinch it!

Tamer: Look Ignition I will admit that the Hardcore title match got out of
hand. But if I remember correctly, Right when I was pinning Judge and was
about to win, you decided to have Pain’s music play and stop the count. And
then stick your nose in my business where it didn’t belong. And as far as
the US title match that was could have gone any which way. You win and I
congratulate you. But now that you have that strap of gold you think you’re
the best thing on God’s green earth. But you didn’t pin anyone to win that
title, you didn’t make anyone tap out, as far as I can tell you got lucky.

Ignition: Really? Well, you gotta be good to be lucky, and lucky to be good.
Tamer, I couldn’t care less around your whiny @$$! The thing I am worried
about is why you are out here stealing my air time?!

Tamer: Your air time? You should thank me for coming out here. Because all
the people in TV land were about to pick up their remotes and start flipping
through the channels looking for something entertaining to watch. I mean the
only reason they were still on this channel was because of King and JR. Now
I’ll just get to the point of why I’m out here. You think you’re so much
better than me well prove it. Give me a shot at The US title.

Ignition: You want my title?

(Tamer shakes his head up and down.)

Ignition: Well who doesn’t chump?! What makes you special enough to deserve
a shot?!

(Ignition paces back and forth in the ring a few times.)

Ignition: Well, here’s what I will do for you. . .if you prove to me that
you deserve a shot at the US title, then I will deal one out to ya.

Tamer: Prove I deserve a shot? Fine I’m game. What do I have to do?

Ignition: We’ll discuss the terms and agreements back stage, but if ya don’t
follow through, you might not be seeing gold for a long, long time. Before
you leave though Tamer, let this be a warning . . . NEVER interrupt me while
I talking in the ring again, EVER!

Tamer: Oh spare me Ignition. Why don’t you do me a favor?

Ignition: No-

Tamer: Shut you Mouth. You can talk and talk and talk. But I just keep
hearing BLAH BLAH BLAH. Why don’t you just let your actions do the speaking?
So I got some advice for you after we make the agreement on how we’ll work
this out keep your mouth shut and I won’t have to kick your ass from arena
to arena.

Ignition: You Little-

(“Hit the Floor” by Linkin Park blares over the PA system and Tamer walks to
the back.)

Ignition: I think someone had a bad few weeks. Can we all say PMS?

(Crowd laughs)

Ignition: I wanna apologize to everyone for being so rudely interrupted, but
it looks like. . .
(Ignition looks at his watch.)

Ignition: Looks like my time is up.

(“TNT” hits)

Ignition: I will see my fans later.

(Ignition slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp. He raises his US
title for the fans as he makes his exit.)

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

Led to the ring by Aquatic...
At a total combined weight of 491 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
Inferno... Mineral... ECO-SYSTEM

PA: So.....you think you're untouchable? ECO-LIFE!

("Bring Me To Life" plays over the PA system and the Eco-System comes out to
a decent assortment of cheers. They walk casually down to the ring with their
belts slung over their shoulders. Mineral takes the time to high-five a few
fans before walking up the stairs as Inferno and Aquatic slide into the ring.
Inferno grabs a mike.)

Inferno: Hey Richmond, Virginia! Where my Ecolytes at? (Big pop) All right!
Now tonight, I bet you're expecting to see a real good show from the
Eco-System. I bet you're expecting to see a real slobberknocker! Heck, I bet you're
expecting to see the Match
of the Night! (Cheers) But....that's not going to happen. Mineral, please
explain to them why that is impossible.

Mineral: (takes the microphone and opens up a book handed to him by Aquatic.)
All right, kiddies, it's time for storytime with the Eco-System!

King: HA HA! We're going to be read a story!

Mineral: Now, once upon a time, in never-never-land, there was a team of two
talented wrestlers called the Eco-System. All the Eco-System wanted to do was
defend their tag team titles against other talented wrestlers. but one day, a
VERY evil group of people came along called the BMWF Creative Team. They not
only made the Eco-System fight anuntalented team, but they made it so that the
titles weren't on the line, so the match didn't matter. Now children, do YOU
know who that untalented team was?

(Aquatic takes a mike and asks the question of an audience member.)

Audience member: Kurt Dangle and Dozer Phillips!

(The Eco-System begins to clap.)

Mineral: Congratulations! You are correct! Here, have some money! (Mineral
chucks a roll of quarters to the audience member as Aquatic comes back into the
ring.) That's 5 whole dollars there, so don't spend it all in one place.

Inferno: (taking the mike back.) All right, all right. Enough joking around.
I'm bored, my two comrades here are probably bored, the match will bore the
heck out of you, so why should I keep talking? Ensure EVERYONE falls asleep?
Let's just start the match and get it over with. But I'm warning
everyone....after the 5,769th headlock from Dozer or the 7,396th spulex from Dangle, I just
may fall asleep and allow them to get the pin. (laughs) Ah, just kidding, this
will take us two minutes. (throws back head)
If you feel it, say it....

Inferno/Crowd: ECO-LIFE!

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 535 pounds...
Dozer Phillips... Kurt Dangle... THE BWO

*DING DING*

Inferno and Dozer lock up.
Inferno wraps around and executes a DDT.
Inferno slaps Dozer in the back of his head and trash talks.

JR: I don't think Inferno should be so cocky so soon!

(Dozer gets up and makes a run at Inferno, but Inferno drops down to the
ground and Dozer trips over him. Inferno grabs Dozer around the back, executes a
release German Suplex, then sits up.)

King: Inferno is playing with Dozer, JR!

JR: I don't approve of this technique....

Inferno executes two snap suplexes on Dozer, then hoists him up.
Inferno makes a big show of yawning, than executes a vertical suplex.
Inferno goes for the cover with one finger, but Dozer kicks out at two.

King: HA HA! This is great!

(Inferno positions Dozer for the Raging Inferno and executes it sending Dozer
halfway across the ring. Inferno walks over to Aquatic who hands him a water
bottle. Inferno begins to drink and talk to the other two members of the
Eco-System.)

JR: HE STOPPED TO TAKE A DRINK?!?!?

Dozer slowly gets up and yells at Inferno.
Inferno says: "Hold on one second, I'm drinking."
Dozer gets angry and runs at Inferno, but Inferno catches him with a spear.

King: I think Inferno's playing Dozer for a sap here, JR!

(Inferno climbs to the top rope, but stops and gestures for Aquatic. She rubs
his back quickly while laughing, and then Inferno jumps off and leg drops
Dozer as he gets up.)

JR: Good thing she rubbed his back, because WE WOULDN'T WANT HIM TO STRAIN
HIMSELF WOULD WE?!?!?!?!?

King: Easy JR!

JR: Inferno and Mineral whip Dozer Phillips into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Dozer Phillips with a double fist to the midsection, but he
counters it with a double clothesline.
Mineral leaves the ring.
Dozer Phillips whips Inferno into the ropes.
Inferno hits Dozer Phillips with a clothesline.
Inferno tags out to Mineral.
Mineral and Inferno hit Dozer Phillips with a double snap suplex.
Inferno leaves the ring.
Mineral takes Dozer Phillips down with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Al Johnson is back on the job.
Mineral hits Dozer Phillips with a spear.

Dangle and Mineral lock up,and Mineral switches into a quick snap suplex.
Mineral bridges into a cover, but then just stops the cover at 1.
Mineral stands up and begins to stretch.

King: You know, a wrestler's joints can get very tense, JR!

(Mineral stands behind Dangle as he gets up, and kicks him in the head
knocking him over. Mineral laughs and sits on the top turnbuckle waiting for Dangle.)

JR: Oh good strategy Mineral! Sit on the top turnbuckle and WAIT FOR YOUR
OPPONENT! HOW COURTEOUS!!!

Dangle sees Mineral up at on the top rope, and quickly scales the turnbuckles
to attempt a superplex.
Mineral pushes Dangle off the top rope, and laughs when he hits the ground.
Mineral makes a big show of being about to drop an elbow, than finally drops
it.

JR: Mineral and Inferno talked about Dozer and Dangle being boring, but if
they keep this up countering Dozer and Dangle so cockily, we'll be here all
night!

King: I believe that's termed as "effective strategy", JR!

(Mineral puts Kurt Dangle in a full-nelson hold. Dangle is struggling to get
out of the hold, and Mineral is openly yawning and pretending to check his
watch.)

JR: You know, Mineral could really stop joking and maybe put some effort
behind that full-nelson!

Mineral still has the full-nelson locked after twenty seconds.
Dangle is stomping his foot on the mat, but not doing much else.

Mineral: (loud enough to hear) FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! TAP OR AT LEAST DO
SOMETHING!!!

JR: Mineral's getting quite impatient now!

Mineral has the full nelson locked for thirty seconds, with Dangle still
trying to feed off the energy from the crowd.
The crowd looks incredibly bored.
Mineral releases the full nelson.

King: Zzzz...huh? Wha? What happened? Mineral finally release that hold?

JR: Mineral gets the tag to Inferno.
Inferno comes in with a neckbreaker on Dangle.
Inferno belly-to-belly suplexes Dangle into his corner.

JR: Why'd Inferno do that! He just let Dozer tag in!

(Dozer runs at Inferno for anhuge clothesline, but he runs right into
Inferno's extended fist. Inferno goes for the cover with one foot, but Dozer kicks
out at one.)

King: Wow, I thought he had him there!

JR: Very funny, King. Very funny.

Inferno grabs Dozer around the back and hits a round of three German
Suplexes.
Inferno gets up and stretches a little.
Inferno grabs a microphone.

JR: What is it now? Is he BORED OF WRESTLING, SO HE'S GOING TO TALK?

Inferno: (taking in a breath.) You know, playing with Dozer and Dangle has
been a lot of fun. And I've got to hand it to them, they make great dumb
oafs-(Inferno is met with a multitude of right hands by Dozer and is pushed into the
corner.)

JR: YES! Now maybe Dozer will actually force Inferno to do something!

Dozer runs at Inferno with a spear attempt.
Inferno moves out of the corner.
Dozer crashes shoulderfirst into the steel pole.

Inferno: (picking up his mike) Like I was saying before I was so RUDELY
interrupted...

King: HA HA!

Inferno: It's been fun playing, but now it's time to make like Emerill and...

Inferno/Crowd: KICK IT UP A NOTCH!

(Inferno throws the mike down and whips Dozer into the ropes, catching him
out of it with a sidewalk slam. He pulls Dozer up, hits him in the face, kicks
him in the gut, and pulls him up executing the Raging Inferno.)

King: YAAH! Inferno's gone crazy!

JR: But he's wrestling now, so I don't have to whine and complain, correct?

Inferno whips Dozer into the Eco-System's corner, and spears him in it.
Mineral blind tags in, and the Eco-System hits the Nature's Fury.
Kurt Dangle runs in, but Mineral almost takes his head off with a vicious
Avalanche.
The crowd is going crazy.

JR: My gosh, what's Inferno doing? He's climbing to the top rope!

(Mineral grabs Dozer and hoists him up. Inferno blind tags in, and Inferno
hits a famouser on Dozer as Mineral is alley-ooping him-TAKE TWO!)

JR: TAKE TWO! TAKE TWO! The old Prime Time mainstay!

Inferno hooks Dozer up and executes the Sun Flare.
Inferno goes for the cover.
The referee counts along with the crowd: 1...2....3!

Lilly: Here are your winners.....INFERNO AND MINERAL, THE ECO-SYSTEM!

(Inferno and Mineral are handed their belts by Aquatic, and all three leave
the arena with their hands raised in victory.)

>>>

(Lowedown is seen throwing chairs and tables around the bWo locker room.
Flame is in the corner dodging anything and everything that gets near
her...)

Flame:BABY! Please calm down for a second here! There's gotta be a logical
explanation for all this.

LD:An explanation? I'll give you an explantion! Master Z is jealous of the
fact that I'm the World champion! While he went off and was sitting on a
beach in Tahiti counting his money, I was still here earning titles and
bustin' heads! He's holding that cheap @$$ win on me when I was a rookie
years ago on me like a pervert with a misletoe strapped to his BLEEP! I was
a rookie back then and he was an ICON to me! Now that I've passed his
career, he's BLEEPED at my success! He couldn't pass the torch to me, so I
took it from him!

Flame:What are you doing this for? We need to patch this up quick before the
match up! The bWo is about brotherhood baby! This isn't good for us!

LD:What's not good is Z trying to humiliate me in front of everyone out
there in Richmond! That was nothing but Z out there treating me like his
personal BLEEP! I'm no one's BLEEP! If Z wants to fight me, I got no problem
with fighting him! This isn't two years ago when I was wet behind the ears!

Flame:Please just calm down a minute? Take a deep breath here and try to
relax. We can sort this all out here believe me.

(Lowedown pauses for a moment as he takes a deep breath and looks back over
at Flame...)

LD:Baby, I don't know what the hell is going on here. One minute, we're
sitting on top of the world with the bWo and now Z is trying to destroy
everything we've built. That can't happen! Not here! Not now! The bWo is
still the strongest force in the wrestling business bar none!

Flame:Do you think you can work this out? Z might be just upset that Vernon
won the IC strap from him? Z might be just angry about that? Why don't we o
outside and get some fresh air? I'm sure you and Z can work this out?

LD:You really think we can work this out?

Flame:This is the bWo baby. We've been through alot worse.

LD:Define worse for me.

Flame:Watching Michael Thompson wrestle.

LD:Good point.

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Vern
is sitting on the couch. A cell phone rings.)

Vern: Tamer, your phone is ringing!!

Tamer: I’ll be right there! Answer it for me.

Vern: Sure thing.

(Vern pick up the phone and answers it.)

Vern: Hello? A Mr. Dane? Um, I think you may have the
wrong number, sir. A Joshua Dane?. Interesting.
Well, I may know the person in question...I’m
not sure. Let me just take your name and number...uh
huh...yes, certainly. Goodbye.

(Vern hangs up the phone the picks up a pad of paper
and a pencil and quickly jots something down. Vern
sits back down on the couch. Tamer walks out.)

Tamer: Who was it?

Vern: Can I talk to you for a second?

Tamer: Yeah, sure. What’s up?

(Tamer sits down on the couch looking at Vern.)

Vern: Well, that was a strange phone call. It was a
man looking for a Mr. Dane.

(Tamer’s eyes go wide)

Tamer: Must have been a wrong number. No Danes here.

Vern: He was looking for a Joshua Dane.

(Tamer begins to sweat.)

Tamer: Did he say who he was?

Vern: Yes. He said that this Dane person would know
him as Gothright.

(Tamer’s eye twitches a little.)

Vern: Are you okay?

Tamer: I’m fine. Um, look, we gotta get ready for
tonight. Big match.

Vern: He left a number if you’d like to call him.

Tamer: Um..

Vern: Tamer, are you Joshua Dane?

Tamer: NEVER mention that name to me again! Do You
Understand? I don’t want to hear the names Joshua Dane
or Marcus Gothright ever again.

(Vern is very taken aback. Tamer takes a breath.)

Tamer: Because I know neither man. So let’s just focus
on our match. I’m gonna grab some drinks I’ll be back.

(Tamer stands up and walks out slamming the door
behind.)

Vern: Hmmm. I must speak with Clancy immediately.

(Vern gets up and goes looking for Clancy)

FADE OUT

>>>

JR: I'm getting word that Michael Bole is standing backstage with Tyrone
Smith. Michael, take it away!

(The scene cuts to Bole and Tyrone backstage)

Bole: Thanks JR. Now tonight where going to see what will probably be a
bloody ending to a rivalry that has been going on for the last few
months....

Tyrone: (interrupts) Nah! Dis ain't no rass "rivalry", Bole. Dis is dat mutt
not knowin' his (beep)in' place. Dis is me bein' sick an' tired of havin' to
deal wit' dis piece of (beep). Dis is gonna be da first televised death
since JFK.

Bole: When you made your return last month, Dawg greeted you with a tennis
ball cannon...

Tyrone: Dat (beep) peashooter ain't not'in' to what I have in store for dat
waste of life... T'night I'm bringin' out da big guns Bole. I said it
already, what I'm gonna do tonight is gonna make my beating on @$$-I-AM look
like a rass trip to Disney.

Bole: Well, what do you have in store for the Dawg?

Tyrone: Bole, I live in Florida now, an' know what dey have t'ere?

Bole: Beaches?

Tyrone: Shut yer hole, Bole!

King: HAHA! That rhymes!

Tyrone: Dey have citrus t'ere. An' know what citrus have, Bole?

(Tyrone pulls out a thick branch about a yard long that is covered in sharp
thorns about three inches long)

JR: GOOD LORD ALMIGHTY!

King: WHOA!!

Tyrone: Figuratively speakin'.. Dawg barked up da wrong tree...

(Tyrone walks off)

Bole: JR, King... I think we should have the paramedics on call.

(fade)