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

(The scene opens up zoomed into the US Championship belt. When it zooms out
it is placed on a counter in a bar, where Ignition is sitting having a
drink. Ignition slams a shot and looks at the camera. Ignition is wearing a
white leather tank-top over a black t-shirt. Ignition has white leather
pants on and a backwards Boston Red Sox hat.)

Ignition: Best bar in the world, right here in Richmond, come see for
yourself if ya don’t believe me. I like it so much, it’s the only place
where I would sit my precious title belt without worrying about it. This bar
is cool for another thing.

(Ignition spins his chair around, and the camera zooms in on a poker table.
Five guys are sitting around the table playing Texas Hold’Em Poker.)

Ignition: Now I love this game. I would be joining in the game, except for
the fact that I have to show White Lightning some humility in about 10
minutes here. I promise you all will be able to see how I shark out the
poker tables some time in the near future, just not this time.

(Ignition grabs his title belt and walks out of the bar. As Ignition is
walking down the hallway Ignition speaks.)

Ignition: White Lightning, the man that hasn’t been beaten in a few months
as far as singles is concerned. The man that beat me atft the last PPV in a
brutally violent street fight. The man that is about to learn just how it is
to feel incredible, unparalleled, pure PAIN!!

(Ignition stops and looks at the camera.)

Ignition: That’s right. . .he beat me once, and the way I see things,
Lightning doesn’t strike twice! Tonight, there is no way I am gonna walk out
of that ring without the win being my back, and Whitey’s blood all over that
ring! The kid thinks he can cheat and hit me with a car and not pay his
dues. You see White Lightning, you and I have been through it all, done it
all, and look at us. We are stronger than ever, and still growing. I am not
blind to the fact that you are becoming one of the more powerful forces in
the BMWF, but better realize Ignition is just getting started!

(Ignition stops looking at the camera and starts walking again.)

Ignition: Right now Whitey, there is nothing I can say to express the utter
disgust I have for you! I spent a week in the hospital because of you, a
miserable week at that. When I wrapped my bloody jeans around your neck I
felt invigorated! I felt that I was finally getting my revenge, but
something happened. You got up and you are still wrestling today! In fact,
you are wrestling ME, tonight. You can’t ride lady luck forever. . .trust
me. . .I will see ya in the ring White man!

(Ignition turns into his locker room and grabs an empty garbage bag.)

Ignition: Right now, its time for me to stalk up on some good old fashion
blunt objects before I give Whtiey the beating of a lifetime. Now I know I
seen a security guard in that hallway somewhere, hold on.

(Ignition pokes his head out of his locker room door. Down the hall theres a
secutity guard sitting in a chair sleeping. Ignition grabs his bag and and
walks up to the security guard. Ignition nudges the guard, who looks up
surprised.)

Ignition: Who gave ya this chair George Castanza?

Guard: What?

Ignition: Never mind, listen though, give me your night stick.

Guard: Why?

Ignition: Because I need it, and I can whoop your @$$ with my hands tied
behind my back.

(Ignition shoves his bag in front of the security guard and the guard
reluctantly tosses his stick into the bag.)

Guard: My boss won’t be too happy.

Ignition: Just tell him I hit ya!

(Ignition walks briskly away)

Ignition: Now I gotta find some crazy stuff, I don’t want Whitey walkin out
of that ring!

(Ignition passes the janitors closet. He stops and backs up a couple feet.
He smiles, and as the door opens the camera fades.)

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore Death Match.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Hershey, PA...
Weighing in at 395 pounds...

The Dawg

(The music “Who Let The Dawgs Out,” starts to play throughout the arena as the bruisertron lights up. The fans get to there feet and start cheering as the taco bell dog comes on the screen dressed in red, white, and blue stripped trucks, and red boxing gloves. He’s punching a blow up doll that looks like Tyrone Smith, and as he comes around with a roundhouse right, he hits the doll so hard that the doll explodes BOOM!!!)

Taco bell dog: Let me at him! Let me at him!!!!!!!!)

(The fans are on there feet cheering for the taco bell dog.)

(The music changes and the volume goes up as “BAD TO THE BONE” rattles the arena. The Dawg walks out onto the stage as all the lights start flashing. The Dawg is dressed in his red spandex trunks and tank shirt, but he’s carrying his black elbow and kneepads. The Dawg stops in the center of the stage and let loose with a loud growl!!!! A faint smile comes on his face as he leans back and slaps his belly for the fans.)

(The whole coliseum is on there feet cheering Dawg, Dawg!)

The Dawg: LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!!!

(The fans cheer for the Dawg.)

The Dawg: LET’S GET READY TO DESTROY!!!!!

(The fans start stomping there feet.)

The Dawg: LET’S GET READY TO MAKE TYRONE BLEED!!!!!

(The fans start chanting The Dawgs name as they watch what’s going on.)

(The Dawg turns and points to the curtains where his trainer comes out with two rolling tables. He stops behind The Dawg and reaches under the first table and pulls out a bucket. He pours the liquid from the bucket into a large plastic pan sitting on the table. He moves over to the second table and pulls out a bucket full of glass bottles and dumps them into a large wooden box on the table.)

JR: What is The Dawg up to this time?

King: I don’t know, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to bake a cake.

(The trainer pulls out a sledgehammer and starts breaking the glass bottles as The Dawg holds up his knee and elbow pads.)

The Dawg: Tonight will be the worst night in Tyrone Smiths life.

(The Dawg dips the knee and elbow pads into the glue, and then grinds them into the box with the broken glass. The trainer helps him put them on.)

The Dawg: Tonight, Mr. Smith finds out what PAIN is all about.

(The Dawg dips his fists into the glue and then into the box of broken glass, grinding the glass into every little spot. The Dawg turns and holds up both his hands for the fans to see.)

The Dawg: Tonight I will DESTROY the monster!!!!!

(The fans go out of control as The Dawg walks down the ramp and enters the ring.)

JR: Did you see all the glass on The Dawgs fists?

King: Every punch is going to cut Tyrone to pieces.

Fighting out of Kingston, Jamaica...
Weighing in at 410 pounds...

Tyrone Smith(The lights go out. Sirens wail throughout the arena. The noise begins to
slow until stop)

PA: MORE.... HU.... MAN...

(A wall of flames erupts from the stage as White Zombie's "More Human Than
Human" blares over the PA. When the wall dies down, Tyrone can be seen on
the stage, with a golf club bag on his shoulder. In the bag are a wide
assortment of weapons. Tyrone walks down to the ring and enters it. He asks
for Lilly's mic and walks right up to Dawg)

Tyrone: Ya've called me a coward... ya've called me a punk... ya've called
me out an' challenged me several times, an' I've let you slide... but
t'night... I'ma show you how deadly I can be... an' everyt'in' I do to ya
will be done wit' ya watch... since ya claim dat I love ta attack from
behind...

An' dis brutal death match begins wit' dis....

(Tyrone gives the Dawg the big boot to the face)

JR: Ok, folks! This bloodbath is about to start...

(Suddenly, the glass crashes and the Stone Cold theme plays. Out to the stage steps BMWF owner Stone Cold Bruiser. He has a title belt slung over his shoulder.)

BRUISER: AH AH! STOP! (The wrestlers stop.) Now, I ain't out here to whoop nobody's @$$ or tell them they can't wrestle. What I'm out to say is that due to the double no-show by Scotty Scott and the EX-Gold Belt champion The One, I'm stripping the One of the title belt and making this match a GOLD BELT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!

JR: There's the bell!

JR: The Dawg moves towards Tyrone Smith throwing short jabs. Tyrone keeps moving back staying just out of reach until he backs himself into the corner. The Dawg moves closer and fakes a punch to the head but nails him in the gut, the glass tears Tyrone open and blood runs down his belly. The Dawg looks Tyrone in the eyes and back hands him first with one hand, and then the other, cutting his face to pieces with the glass.

King: The Dawg draws first blood.

(The fans cheer for The Dawg and start shouting, more blood, more blood.)

JR: Tyrone looks down at the blood and starts to get an angry look on his face. As he looks up at The Dawg, The Dawg nails him right between the eyes with a right, and then a left to the gut. The Dawg continues the attack with vicious rights and lefts to the face and head ripping Tyrone apart with each blow.

JR: My God King, look at Tyrone’s face, it’s cut to pieces.

King: He looks like a pincushion.

JR: The Dawg runs into the ropes.
The Dawg hits Tyrone Smith with an elbow.
The Dawg hits Tyrone Smith with a powerslam.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
The Dawg hits a powerslam on Tyrone Smith.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
The Dawg hits Tyrone Smith with an elbowsmash.
The Dawg executes a double ax handle chop on Tyrone Smith.
The Dawg sends Tyrone Smith into the turnbuckle, but Tyrone Smith reverses it.
Tyrone Smith charges into the corner.
Tyrone Smith runs into the ropes.
Tyrone Smith smacks The Dawg with a devastating flying clothesline .
Tyrone Smith almost takes The Dawg's head off with a short clothesline

JR: Tyrone has Dawg hoisted and ready for a power bo....

*CRASH*

JR: OH MY! Tyrone just ran and leapt over the top rope! He split the Dawg in
half on the railing in what was the most amazing running power bomb I've
ever seen!

King: Did you see the hang time Tyrone got, JR?!

JR: Yes, Tyrone has always been one of the most agile seven-footers I've
ever seen. And he is now reaching into his golf cub bag for something.

King: It's a golf club! Who would've thought you'd find that in there?!

*WHACK WHACK WHACK*

JR: And he's nailing Dawg in the head with it!

Tyrone Smith goes for a cobra clutch, but The Dawg blocks it.
The Dawg hits an elbowsmash on Tyrone Smith.
The Dawg punches Tyrone Smith.
Tyrone Smith punches The Dawg.
Tyrone Smith has the crowd going wild.
Tyrone Smith kicks The Dawg.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tyrone Smith whips The Dawg into the ropes.
The Dawg misses with an elbow.
The Dawg hits Tyrone Smith with a kick.

JR: The Dawg whips Tyrone cross the ring and into the opposite corner, Tyrone lands with a thud. The Dawg stops in the center of the ring and motions for Tyrone to come out of the corner. Tyrone charges out of the corner at The Dawg and slams him to the mat with a clothesline. The Dawg gets back up to his feet and knees Tyrone in the gut, and then sends him to the mat with a jawbreaker. Tyrone Smith gets to his feet with The Dawg standing behind him. The Dawg drives a shoulder into Tyrone’s back and pushes him face first into the turnbuckles. Standing behind Tyrone Smith, The Dawgs turns his hands around and runs the back of his hands down the full length of Tyrone’s back, ripping his back open as he goes. The Dawg steps back and nails Tyrone Smith with three vicious kidney punches that buckles his knees. The Dawg grabs Tyrone by the hair and slams him to the mat. The Dawg stands over Tyrone’s head and starts stomping his face with his big, hard, boots. Tyrone tries to roll over and cover his face, but The Dawg moves around and plants two big boots in the middle of his back.

JR: The Dawg looks like he’s trying to kill Tyrone Smith.

King: Maybe that’s why they call it a death match, SLICK.

JR: Don’t call me SLICK!

King: Yes mother, what ever you say.

JR: The Dawg uses a gorilla press and throws Tyrone Smith out of the ring. The Dawg climbs out and reaches under the ring and pulls out a bottle of alcohol. He slowly takes the top off and pours it all over Tyrone’s bloody body. Tyrone starts screaming from the alcohol as The Dawg jams two fingers in his eyes and crams the empty bottle into his mouth. The Dawg picks him up and nails him with a vertical suplex; Tyrone lands on the steel steps and rolls to the bottom. The Dawg reaches under the ring and comes out with a torch. He holds the torch up and one of the fans lights it for him. The Dawg walks over to Tyrone Smith and points the torch down and starts burning the hair off of his head. Tyrone tries to cover his head with his hands, but The Dawg moves the torch and one at a time starts burning the flesh on Tyrone’s hands until both hands are nothing but charred meat.

JR: May God King, I can smell the burnt flesh over here.

King: I didn’t know this was going to be a bar-B-Q!

JR: With both of Tyrone’s hands burnt black from the torch, The Dawg puts out the flame and cold cocks Tyrone Smith with the steel bottle. The Dawg leaves Tyrone smoldering and starts to climbs back into the ring but stops and gets something from under the ring.

JR: Tyrone gets to his feet and climbs into the ring, only to be met by The Dawg and an aluminum bat. The Dawg winds up and using a downward swing of the bat nails Tyrone Smith on the collarbone, POP! Tyrone grimaces in pain and turns his back to The Dawg. The Dawg draws the bat back and taking a full swing, nails Tyrone Smith in the back of the knee taking him to the mat. The Dawg jumps and comes down with both feet on the injured knee. Tyrone gets a sick look on his face from the pain in his knee, but The Dawg shows no mercy and swings the bat again and smashes the side of the injured knee.

King: Tyrone won’t be using that leg for a while.

JR: Holding onto the ropes, Tyrone gets to his feet with his hair burnt, both hands looking like burnt meat, a broken collar bone, and a busted up knee...

KING: JR: THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES! DAWG GONE IT! YOU CAN'T BREAK BONES OR DO PERMANENT DAMAGE!

JR: The Dawg steps in front of Tyrone Smith, and starts swing with his wrapped fists. Starting at the head, The Dawg uses combinations of lefts and rights, to punish Tyrone’s face and body. Each punch sends shape pains threw his 190# frame and cuts his flesh to the bone. The Dawg scoops him up and lands a back breaker. He reaches down and grabs Tyrone by the foot of his injured leg, and twists the foot. Tyrone tries to roll out of the way, but The Dawg holds onto the foot. The Dawg raises the leg up and slams the knee into the mat. He then puts his foot on the back of the knee, and steps up on the knee with all 395# of muscle and grit.

JR: Both men are battling up the ramp!

King: How on earth does Tyrone fight with that bag on his back?!

JR: I have no clue, but he's reaching in it once again!

*CRACK*

JR: Oh my! Tyrone just broke a wooden baseball bat over Dawg's head!

King: Ha! I bet Dawg is about six inches shorter after that hit!

JR: Oh stop, King! What Dawg is is unconscious on the stage. Tyrone is
digging in the bag again...

*SLAM*

King: Ha ha! No he's not! He's taking it off and nailing the Dawg with it!

JR: Tyrone is pulling something out of the front pocket. It's a pair of
handcuffs!
Tyrone is handcuffing the Dawg to archway of the entrance.

(The Dawg's feet are barely touching the ground)

JR: Where is Tyrone going?!

(Tyrone walks backstage, the camera stays focused on Dawg who is hanging
from the archway. Tyrone's voice can be heard backstage)

Tyrone: DON'T YA (BEEP)IN' FROM DIS SPOT YA HEAR ME?!!!

(Seconds later Tyrone returns out on the stage with a TV monitor on a cart.
He positions it in front of the Dawg)

King: What is that for?!

JR: I wouldn't know, King! Tyrone's reaching into that golf bag again. He
has... A SLEDGEHAMMER!!!

*WHACK*

JR: OH MY!!! Tyrone just took a running start and swung that sledge hammer
straight into the Dawg's chest! he's trying to shoot Dawg's beating heart
out through his back!

*WHACK*

JR: Another running swing!

*WHACK*

JR: GOOD LORD!!!

King: WHOA!!!

JR: Tyrone just threw that sledge hammer, headfirst, at the Dawg like a
harpoon! It nailed the Dawg square in the face!

King: That thing had a rocket on it, JR! It snapped Dawg's head back and
kept going! I guess you'd say he was trying to knock Dawg's brains out too?
HA HA!

JR: This is no laughing matter King! Tyrone is really taking this too far!

(The Dawg's face is pouring with blood from his nose. Tyrone walks over to
the TV monitor and turns it on. The TV shows a picture of the Dawg from
behind. There is obviously a camera man positioned backstage focusing in on
Dawg's back. Tyrone begins to scream at the Dawg)

Tyrone: See son! Now you can watch yer back too!

JR: Tyrone is once again pulling something out of his bag!

King: I guess Marry Poppins let him borrow her golf bag, JR! Ha ha!

JR: Stop it King! OH NO! Tyrone has that large citrus branch we saw earlier!
He's walking backstage!

(Tyrone appears on the TV screen. He barks at the camera man)

Tyrone: Yer filmin' right?! YER @$$ BETTA BE!!!

(Tyrone stands about ten feet behind the Dawg and uses both hands to toss
the branch at the Dawg's back. After spinning in the air several times, it
lodges into the Dawg's back diagonally from his right shoulder blade to his
left lower back. The camera on the stage zooms in on Dawg's face as he
screams in agony)

JR: DEAR LORD!!!!!! STOP THE MATCH!!!

(The TV screen shows the blood steadily flow down the Dawg's back. Tyrone
tries to pull the branch off the Dawg's back, but has to use a lot of force
to finally get it out. Once he finally does pull it out he turns around and
begins to walk away only to turn back around and ram the branch into Dawg's
back again. The camera again gets Dawg's expression close up)

JR: STOP THE DARN MATCH!!! THIS IS INHUMANE!!!

King: Correction JR! It's a DEATH match!!

JR: But they're really not gonna KILL each other!

King: I don't think Tyrone got that memo!

(Tyrone walks back out onto the stage)

JR: There he goes again back in that bag, what is he doing now?!

(Tyrone pulls out a chain and wraps it around the Dawg's neck, he then pulls
a pad lock out of his pocket and locks the chain in place. Tyrone releases
the Dawg from the handcuffs)

*THUD*
ARRRRG!!!!!!!!

King: OUCH!

JR: OH MY! The Dawg fell backwards... ON TO THE BRANCH LODGE INTO HIS
BACK!!!! But Tyrone doesn't care! he is now dragging the Dawg backstage by
the chain around his neck!

(The scene changes to the backstage area where Tyrone is draggin the Dawg
via the chain down the hallway. A trail of Dawg's blood follows the two
men.)

*AAAARRRRGGGG*

King: Well, looks like the Dawg doesn't have to worry about that branch in
his back anymore! It just feel out!

JR: It didn't "Fall out", King! It was ripped out when it got stuck on the
corner they just turned!

(Tyrone passes a janitor mopping the floors)

Tyrone: Hey buddy, ya missed a spot back t'ere! Don't worry, I'll get it for
ya!

(Tyrone grabs the mop and begins beating the Dawg with it. He lays it across
the Dawg's throat)

JR: What is he doing?!

*CRACK*

King: That...

JR: OH MY!!! Tyrone just jumped on the mop, which straddled Dawg's throat!
He could have crushed Dawg's trachea!

King: Since when did you become a medical major, JR?!

(The Dawg begins to spit up blood)

JR: This match has gone too far!!!

Tyrone: C'mon, (beep) I ain't done wit' ya yet!

JR: What more can there be?!

(Tyrone drags the Dawg further down the hallway. There's a pipe running from
through the top of the hallway walls. Tyrone wraps the chain that is around
Dawg's throat around the pipe, hanging the Dawg to the pipe. Tyrone walks
into the room labeled "Step Daddy's Dungeon" which is right next to where
Dawg is hanging)

Tyrone: I'll be back sweet heart!

King: This is! We're going to finally see it!

JR: Tyrone is going to finally reveal what was in the semi-truck.

(Tyrone returns with a tennis ball launcher. He positions it on the wall
opposite the Dawg)

Tyrone: FIRE IN DA HOLE!!!!!!

*THOOMP* *THUD*

JR: DEAR LORD! That thing is loaded with BILLIARD BALLS!!!!

(The first nails the Dawg right in the chest)

*THOOMP* *THWACK*

King: That's going to leave a mark! HA!

JR: OH MY! That one hit Dawg in the mouth!

King: Not like it matters! Dawg never had a set of pearly whites!

*THOOMP* *CRACK*

King: WHOA!!! That one nearly hit Dawg in the forehead!

JR: Instead in shattered against the wall inches from Dawg's face!

*THUD*

JR: The chain came unwrapped from around the pipe! Dawg just fell to the
ground!

King: I bet that won't stop Tyrone!

JR: IT'S NOT! Tyrone is running the Dawg over with the tennis ball launcher!

KING: Dawg's fat will protect him! HA HA HA!

JR: These two are finally making their way back to the ring! Tyrone rolls
the Dawg into the ring. What is he looking for under the ring?

(Tyrone pulls out a large brown sack. He carries it into the ring)

JR: The Dawg puts Tyrone Smith in a bear hug and drives his fists into the small of his back. Tyrone fights to break the hold, but before he can, The Dawg nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex. The Dawg gets on top of Tyrone and plants a knee in his ribs, Tyrone gasps for air. The Dawg pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes and nails him with a devastating heart punch that takes him to his knees. The Dawg holds him by the back of the head and smashes his face with a knee lift, still holding on, The Dawg nails him again with the knee, Tyrone crumbs to the mat. As Tyrone Smith lies in the center of the ring, The Dawg gets to his feet, slaps his belly, and does a belly flop in the middle of his back. He then reaches around and puts a cross face on Tyrone.

*SHATTER*

JR: Tyrone just nailed Dawg in the face with that sack! But it sounded like
glass shattering! Tyrone has dropped the bag and picked up the Dawg... he
has him in the Torture Rack!

King: You know what that means JR...

KING: No! A hernia for Tyrone!

*CLATTER*

JR: GANJA DROP!! GANJA DROP!!! Tyrone just Ganja Dropped the Dawg onto the
sack full of something... Again it sounded like glass shattering!

King: Well, whatever's in that back, it cut Tyrone's arm up as well as the
top of the Dawg's head!

JR: But Tyrone's back up and he has the bag in his hand again. He's untying
it and emptying it in the middle of the ri... OH MY LORD!!! It's more than
just shattered glass! It's thumbtacks, nails, screws, what looks like metal
shrapnel... and... are those FORKS!

Tyrone is taking off the padding on the turnbuckle! What for?!

King: Look! The Dawg is actually standing!

JR: BOOT TO THE FACE!

King: Never mind.....

JR: Tyrone has the Dawg hoisted for a Power Bomb!

*CRASH*

JR: Tyrone power bombed Dawg unto the unprotected turn buckle! The Dawg's
head connected with that unprotected turn buckle!

King: So are you trying to say that the unprotected turn buckle did some
damage to the Dawg? Ha!

JR: The force of the impact sent Dawg right back towards Tyrone, who has him
positioned for another power bomb! Look at the eyes of Tyrone! He's gone
INSANE!!!

Tyrone hoist the Dawg up for a power bomb! He turns around to face the
center of the ring. Tyrone is climbing to the second turn buckle.... He
jumps...

*SLAM*

JR: POWER BOMB!!! Tyrone just sent Dawg hurling down on top of the debris in
the ring! The Dawg is writhing and screaming in pain! FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE,
PLEASE STOP THE MATCH!!!

KING: What? This is good for ratings! Blood, gore and sex! Well, I'll take care of the sex part later!

(Tyrone calls to the time keeper to throw him something to him. The time
keeper tosses Tyrone a container. He then rolls Dawg face down and begins to
pour the contents of the container all over the Dawg's back)

JR: OH MY! THAT'S SALT!!!

King: Ha ha! Tyrone's adding in-SALT to injury!!!!

JR: That's not funny JR!

Tyrone Smith gives the sign for the Ganja Drop.
Tyrone Smith executes the Ganja Drop on The Dawg.
Tyrone Smith has the crowd going wild.
Tyrone Smith goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
Tyrone Smith has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING*

>>>

(Cameras go backstage into the bWo locker room to see White Lightning and "The Bodyguard" Big Kev Nash sitting on leather chairs. The door opens and the Judge walks in. Big Kev quickly gets to his feet and is about to charge towards the Judge. White Lightning jumps out of his seat to hold him back.)

White Lightning: WHOA! WHOA! Kev, he is with us. Judge is on our team!

(Big Kev calms down and sits back down.)

White Lightning: Sorry about that Judge.

Judge: No problem White Lightning, I'm glad to see that you finally have the protection that you deserve. It sucks that people keep jumping you! But anyway, welcome to the bWo big guy!

(The Judge and Big Kev exchange a handshake.)

Judge: Hey man, you've got a tight grip. You could really be useful to the bWo.

Big Kev: I'm glad to be here, and believe me, your friend here is in the best of hands. No one is going to touch him!

Judge: I can believe that...you look you can be pretty vicious.

White Lightning: I heard Asylum wasn't here tonight, any word on who you are facing?

Judge: I heard that it might be El Cruz Blanco, but either way, it doesn't make a difference to me. A successful title defense is a successful title defense....

White Lightning: By the Way, if you ever need any "help" against an opponent…..

(White Lightning points over to Big Kev and the Judge smiles)

Judge: Hmmm...I may have something he can do.

(The Judge sits down and all three men continue to talk as the camera fades…)

LILLY: This contest is a non-title-no-DQ-no-countout match scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

The BMWF U.S. Champion...
Ignition

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

JR: Alright folks, we are in for a treat here tonight, Ignition and White
Lightning are about to butt heads, and both of them know how to put on a
show!

King: Do you watch the same matches I do? I mean common JR, Ignition is a no
skilled punk who walked in here and won the crowd over with craziness!

JR: Geez King, you have some pent up hatred towards this young kid! He
hasn’t done anything to you.

(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 his hair is down. Ignition is carrying a black
garbage bag in one hand, and holding his Us title belt of his shoulder with
the other. Ignition raises his garbage bag to the fans as he walks down the
ramp. As he approaches the ring he throws the bag into the ring. Ignition
walks around the ring and hands his belt to an official. Ignition turns
around, scratches his chin and slides into the ring. A microphone is thrown
to him.)

Ignition: IGNITION IS BACK IN THE HOUSE!!!

(Crowd Pops)

Ignition: Now I am back out here, but you are going to see Ignition get
mean, nasty, and all around SICK!! I have a vendetta with Lightning, and I
just can’t let the lil punk get away with what he did to me. Ya all hear
me?!

Crowd: YEAH!!!

Ignition: Now get ready cause I am gonna get rude, crude and dirty!

(Ignition throws the mic out of the ring.)

*THUD*

KING: That was the first time I've heard a BMWF mic make a "Thud" when tossed! HA HA!

LILLY: His opponent...
From Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
White Lightning

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare through the arena as White Lightning steps out onto the stage with the TV Title around his waist. White Lightning stops and poses for the crowd at the top of the stage, and then walks down the ramp to the ring area.)

JR: White Lightning looks ready to tear into Ignition

(White Lightning takes off his TV Title and sets it under the corner of the ring.)

(Ignition slides out of the ring and grabs his garbage bag. He looks into
the ring and winks at Whitey)

King: WHOA! I thought Ignition was a ladies man.

JR: He is, but he is playing mind games with White Lightning.

(Ignition yanks out the night stick and jumps up onto the ring apron.)

JR: White lightning is running towards Ignition!!

(Ignition jumps off the ring apron and pulls the top rope down with him.
Whitey flies over the ropes and out of the ring.)

JR: Whitey is getting up!

*CRACK!*

King: And down!

JR: Ignition just hammered White Lightning directly in the forehead with a
vicious blow from that night stick!

(Ignition picks White Lightning up and grabs the back of Whitey’s head. .
.Ignition raises his arm and the crowd explodes)

JR: This crowd loves this guy!!

*DING*

JR: OH MY!! Ignition just smashed White Lightning’s head into the ring post!
It’s all Ignition early on!

King: COMON WHITEY!! PUT IGNITION IN HIS PLACE!

(Ignition grabs Whitey and hurls him to the steps, but Whitey reverses!
Ignition collides with the steps!)

JR: White Lightnign is running towards Ignition!!

(Ignition puts his boot up! White backs up and wipes his lips off. Whitey
runs at Ignition again!)

JR: Ignition moves! Whitey runs into the steps!

(Ignition gets up)

JR: Ignition punches Whitey in the face! Whitey is down!

(Ignition grabs Whitey and sets him up on the steps)

JR: I think Ignition is going for a piledriver here!

(Ignition lifts Whitey up, but he cant lift him. . .he tries again!!!)

JR: PILEDRIVER! Whitey is busted open! WIDEEE open!

Ignition whips White Lightning into the ropes, but White Lightning reverses it.
Ignition executes haymaker on White Lightning.
Ignition covers White Lightning.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Ignition nails White Lightning with haymaker.
Ignition uses haymaker on White Lightning.
Ignition uses a shoulderbreaker on White Lightning.
Ignition executes a bodyslam on White Lightning.
Ignition uses haymaker on White Lightning.
Ignition goes for a sleeperhold, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Ignition counters it with
a facerake.
Ignition hits a kick to the midsection on White Lightning.
Ignition takes White Lightning down with a shoulderbreaker.
Ignition goes for a figure-four leglock, but White Lightning counters it with
a small package.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
White Lightning runs into the ropes.
Ignition goes for haymaker, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning runs into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Ignition with an elbow.
White Lightning executes a roundhouse kick on Ignition.
The crowd is absolutely silent.
White Lightning hits Ignition with a Northern Lights suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
White Lightning executes a bodyslam on Ignition.
White Lightning points to the crowd.
Some fans are starting to leave.
White Lightning goes for a double arm DDT, but Ignition blocks it.
Ignition hits a side suplex on White Lightning.
Ignition executes a punch on White Lightning.

Ignition takes White Lightning down with a double arm DDT.
Ignition runs into the ropes.
Ignition and White Lightning get hit with a double shoulderblock.

(Ignition and Whitey are laying in the ring! Whitey starts to get up, as
does Ignition!)

JR: So far this match has been as good as we all thought it would!

(Ignition rolls out of the ring as Whitey stands up.)

JR: Ignition sure loves his bags of goodies doesn’t he. He is right back at
the garbage bag now, what is he pulling out?

King: It looks like a baseball bat JR!

JR: Things are about to pick up here in the coliseum!!

(Ignition slides into the ring, but it attacks by Whitey! Ignition drops the
bat.)

JR: Whitey throws Ignition to the ropes! Dropkick! Ignition is down again!
Whitey goes for the pin! One. . Two. . .KICK OUT!! That was close King!

King: Ignition should just let it happen!

(Whitey picks Ignition put and grabs his baseball bat)

JR: Whitey throws Ignition to the ropes again!

*CRACK*

JR: OH MY GOD!!! Whitey Lightning just swung through Ignition’s cranium
Major League style! Both of these men are busted open now!! Whitey goes for
another pin, its over!! ONE. . .TWO. . .THR, KICK OUT!!! IGNITION KICKED
OUT!! HOW ON EARTH!!

Ignition whips White Lightning into the ropes, but White Lightning reverses it.
Ignition hits White Lightning with a kick.
Ignition covers White Lightning.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Ignition runs into the ropes.
Ignition hits White Lightning with a clothesline.
White Lightning falls out of the ring.
Ignition goes outside.
Ignition throws White Lightning back into the ring.
Ignition places White Lightning on the turnbuckle.
Ignition hits a superplex on White Lightning.
Some fans are starting to leave.
Ignition catches White Lightning in a sleeperhold.
White Lightning is struggling to reach the ropes.
White Lightning grabs the ropes after being locked up for 9 seconds.
Ignition hits a dragon suplex on White Lightning.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.

(Whitey has Ignition down in the ring. Whitey is outside the ring digging
under the ring.)

JR: White Lightning just pulled out a table! He is setting it up on the
ramp.

(Ignition is starting to get up as White Lightning slides into the ring!
White Lightning throws Ignition into the corner.)

JR: Ignition is getting stomped down by White Lightning here!

(Ignition grabs Whitey’s leg and low blows him!! Ignition springs up behind
White Lightning.)

JR: IGNITION IS UP!!!

(Whitey turns around and is met by a kick to the stomach and a double arm
DDT!!)

JR: Whitey is down and these fans are going wild!! Ignition is shaking the
top rope, getting these fans going!!

(Ignition rolls out of the ring and goes to his garbage bag)

King: Back to the bag! You would think he’d run out of things to put in
there JR!

JR: Ignition pulls out a plunger!!

King: What is he going to do with that?!

(Ignition throws it into the ring and slides in after it. Ignition walks to
the turnbuckle and takes off the padding.)

JR: Ignition grabbed his plunger and is not methodically walking up behind a
stirring White Lightning!

(Ignition all of a sudden lunges towards Whitey with the plunger!!)

JR: Ignition has Whitey’s face secured with the plunger! Whitey is squirming
and throwing punches to the air!

(Ignition pulls Whitey over to the opened turnbuckle with the plunger!)

JR: Ignition is bashing the back of White Lightning’s skull against the
unpadded turnbuckle, MY GOD!! He’s still going!

(Ignition grabs Whitey’s head and yanks the plunger away. Whitey falls to
the mat.)

JR: Ignition going for the pin! ONE. . .TWO. . .KICK OUT!!! NO, NO!!!

White Lightning goes for a standing sidekick, but Ignition ducks out of the way.
Ignition hits White Lightning with a punch.
White Lightning bumps into Earl Hepner.
Ignition sends White Lightning into the turnbuckle.
White Lightning comes back and rocks Ignition with a clothesline.
White Lightning whips Ignition into the turnbuckle, but Ignition reverses it.
Ignition runs shoulder-first into the corner, but White Lightning
moves out of the way.
White Lightning whips Ignition into the ropes.
Ignition misses with a clothesline.
Ignition goes for a clothesline, but White Lightning counters it with a crucifix
.
There is no referee to count.
White Lightning grabs the BMWF TV Title belt and waits for Ignition to get up.
White Lightning charges at Ignition.
White Lightning tries to hit Ignition with the BMWF TV Title belt but Ignition
ducks out of the way.
White Lightning drops the BMWF TV Title belt.
Ignition grabs the belt.
Ignition tries to hit White Lightning with the BMWF TV Title belt but
White Lightning stops Ignition with a kick to the midsection.
Ignition drops the BMWF TV Title belt.
White Lightning takes the belt and waits for Ignition to turn around.
White Lightning tries to hit Ignition with the BMWF TV Title belt but Ignition
stops White Lightning with a low blow.
White Lightning drops the BMWF TV Title belt.
Ignition grabs the belt and waits for White Lightning to turn around.
Ignition tries to hit White Lightning with the BMWF TV Title belt but
White Lightning stops Ignition with a low blow.
Ignition drops the BMWF TV Title belt.
White Lightning takes the belt and waits for Ignition to turn around.
White Lightning knocks down Ignition with the belt.
There is no referee to count.

(Ignition and Whitey are fighting outside the ring. Whitey throws Ignition
to the ring post, but Ignition reverses!)

*DING*

JR: Whitey jump rammed that ring post forehead first!

(Ignition picks Whitey up and places him on the table White Lightning set up
earlier. Ignition punches Whitey in the face twice before he leaves.)

JR: Ignition is sliding into the ring now, but what for? Ignition walking
slowly to the turnbuckle. MY GOD!

(Ignition climbs the turnbuckle, then smiles.)

JR: IGNITION JUMPS!!!

*CRASH*

JR: Ignition just went rocket man here at the Coliseum!!! He flew fifteen
feet through the air!! It’s GOTTA, GOTTA be over!!

JR: We have seen both men giving it there all so far

White Lightning exits the ring and grabs a steel chair
White Lightning re-enters the ring
White Lightning lays the chair on the mat
White Lightning walks over to Ignition and kicks him in the gut
White Lightning drops Ignition with a DDT
White Lightning grabs the chair and sets it near his feet
White Lightning lifts Ignition

JR: King, I think he is gonna drop Ignition on that chair

King: I hope so!

JR: It looks like he is motioning that he is going to DDT him

White Lightning connects with a Double Arm DDT that sends Ignition head first onto the chair

*CRACK*

White Lightning rolls Ignition under the ropes to the outside of the ring
White Lightning lifts Ignition to his feet near the steel steps
White Lightning connects with a release German Suplex that sends Ignition into the steel steps

*CRASH*

King: I think Ignition has a broken neck!

JR: White Lightning must have a sick mind to think up something like that

White Lightning lifts Ignition to his feet
White Lightning irish whips him straight into the steel post
Ignition falls to the ground with the blood gushing out of his forehead
White Lightning climbs to the top turnbuckle
White Lightning jumps to the outside of the ring
White Lightning connects with a Flying Elbow Drop onto Ignition

King: Ignition is getting punishment, but JR, why did he ask for this match, when White Lightning beat him up like he did at Survival

JR: Well, if it gets any worse, the ref should step in

KING: The ref is still out cold!

JR: White Lightning lifts Ignition to his feet
White Lightning rolls Ignition into the ring
White Lightning lifts Ignition to his feet again
White Lightning kicks Ignition in the gut
White Lightning connects with the Flash

JR: There is the Flash! This might be over

White Lightning lifts Ignition back up to his feet

King: Why didn't he cover him?

JR: This might be a mistake

White Lightning kicks Ignition in the stomach and connects with the Flash again

JR: Another Flash!

White Lightning looks like he is thinking about making the cover, but changes his mind
White Lightning rolls Ignition to the outside of the ring
White Lightning drags Ignition up the rampway
White Lightning attempts a DDT at the top of the rampway, but Ignition blocks it
Ignition poweslams White Lightning

JR: Wait a Minute! Look, its Big Kev

King: Ignition doesn't even see him

JR: Ignition look out!

Big Kev knocks Igniton to the ground with a boot to the back of the head
Big Kev lifts Ignition up into a powerbomb position
He is about to drop him, but White Lightning tells him not to
White Lightning points to the side of the stage

JR: OH MY GOD! I think he is going to powerbomb Ignition off the stage!

Big Kev carries Ignition over to the side of the stage still in the powerbomb position
Big Kev connects with the Jacknife Powerbomb that sends Ignition off on the stage and crashing into the tables, TV equipment, and concrete below

JR: DEAR GOD!! IS HE MOVING?!?!

White Lightning and Big Kev smile at there work
Then Both men walk down to where Ignition is
Big Kev lifts him up over his shoulder
White Lightning and Big Kev head back towards the ring
Big Kev rolls Ignition back into the ring
White Lightning makes the enters the ring and makes the cover

Len Stanley comes running down to the ring.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
White Lightning is met with a "White Lightning sucks" chant.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is White Lightning!

JR: That was just a formality there King, Ignition was barely conscious and really needs some medical attention

King: Big Kev has only been here two weeks and has just demolished two members of the Union in Ignition and Latino Heat

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX blares through the arena as White Lightning grabs his TV Title and himself and Big Kev walk to the backstage area as Ignition is getting medical attention in the ring.)

>>>

(Cameras catch up with Tyrone leaving the arena. Michael Bole runs up to
him)

Bole: Tyrone! Tyrone!

(Tyrone stops, but doesn't turn around. He is wearing his #12 "Step Daddy"
Buccaneer's Jersey to cover the wounds on his body)

Bole: Tyrone, tonight...

Tyrone: (still not facing Bole or the camera) T'night... I ended somet'in'
dat's gone on far too long.... T'night I reminded anyone who forgot just how
(beep)in' sick an' twisted I can get.... T'night I showed all da pretenders
what HARDCORE really is....

An' dat's all I have to say 'bout t'night... g'night Bole...

(Tyrone walks out the doors leading to the parking lot. As the doors swing
close, Tyrone can be
seen climbing into the semi-truck. The doors close, leaving Bole staring at
nothing. he look back at the camera)

Bole: We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore title match.

From Cicero, IL...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

El Cruz Blanco

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Executioner...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
The Judge

(The bWo theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the ring. The Judge and The Executioner appear from behind the curtains and begin to make their way down the ramp. The Judge is wearing a black bWo shirt and has the BMWF Hardcore title wrapped around his waist. The two men enter the ring and The Judge raises his Hardcore title in the air as The Executioner grabs a mic from the ring announcer. The Executioner hands The Judge the mic to get a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

Judge: Ladies and gentlemen, I am out here to talk about a travesty that has occurred in the BMWF. Now, you may all want to sit down for this one because it's a real shocker. For some weird, strange reason, Hardcore Harry is getting a World title shot at Season's Beatings!

Judge: Now don't get me wrong, I'd love to see fellow bWo member LoweDown whip Hardcore Harry's BLEEP from one side of the arena to the other, but I deserve a World title shot, not Hardcore Harry! Ever since Harry and I arrived in the BMWF, I was always the more talented one, and I proved that just a few months ago when I beat him and became the ULTIMATE Tuff Enuff winner!

Judge: But tonight isn't about Hardcore Harry, tonight's about me. Tonight I once again put my Hardcore title on-the-line against El Cruz Blanco. Now Cruz, let me ask you something, isn't it about time you quit? I mean, you were riding on the coattails of Sledge and Box, but now they're gone and you're stuck all by yourself! It's a shame really, how such a great talent could wind up with such sucky friends!

JR: There's the bell!
The Judge chops El Cruz Blanco.
You could hear a pin drop.
The Judge kicks El Cruz Blanco.
You could hear a pin drop.
The Judge hits neckbreaker on El Cruz Blanco.
The Judge hits El Cruz Blanco with a belly-to-belly suplex.
The Judge executes a belly-to-belly suplex on El Cruz Blanco.
The Judge whips El Cruz Blanco into the ropes.
The Judge goes for a scissor kick, but El Cruz Blanco ducks out of the way.
El Cruz Blanco runs into the ropes.
El Cruz Blanco hits The Judge with a kick.
El Cruz Blanco hits The Judge with a swinging neckbreaker.
El Cruz Blanco hits a dropkick on The Judge.
El Cruz Blanco is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, shoulder up.
El Cruz Blanco stands in a corner and makes a sign of the cross.
Some fans are starting to leave.
El Cruz Blanco hits a double underhook backbreaker on The Judge.
El Cruz Blanco takes The Judge down with a drop toehold.
El Cruz Blanco takes The Judge down with a slingshot legdrop.
El Cruz Blanco hits The Judge with a drop toehold.
El Cruz Blanco is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, shoulder up.
El Cruz Blanco locks The Judge in Mexican surfboard.
The Judge is struggling to reach the ropes.
El Cruz Blanco lets go after 11 seconds.
El Cruz Blanco is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
El Cruz Blanco catches The Judge in a rear naked choke.
The Judge is struggling to reach the ropes.
The Judge tries to escape the hold.
The Judge reaches the ropes after holding out for 21 seconds.
El Cruz Blanco stands in a corner and makes a sign of the cross.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
El Cruz Blanco gives the sign for the Martillo de la Raza.
El Cruz Blanco places The Judge on the turnbuckle.
El Cruz Blanco executes the Martillo de la Raza on The Judge.
Len Stanley counts: One, shoulder up.
El Cruz Blanco sends The Judge into the turnbuckle.
The Judge comes back and rocks El Cruz Blanco with a kick to the midsection.
The Judge nails El Cruz Blanco with a belly-to-belly suplex.
The Judge executes a scissor kick on El Cruz Blanco.
The Judge covers El Cruz Blanco.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
The Judge whips El Cruz Blanco into the ropes.
The Judge hits El Cruz Blanco with an elbow.
The Judge hits neckbreaker on El Cruz Blanco.
A few fans are booing The Judge, while a few others are cheering him.
The Judge uses a big boot to the face on El Cruz Blanco.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
The Judge executes a belly-to-belly suplex on El Cruz Blanco.

JR: Cruz kicks Judge in the mid-section and runs against the ropes but Executioner grabs Cruz's legs.
The Executioner holds Cruz as The Judge recovers and grabs a steel chair.
Cruz finally gets out of Executioner's grasp but as he turns around, The Judge nails him over the head with the steel chair.

Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to The Judge.

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is tightening his
gear. Tamer looks up at the camera. Tamer nods his head.)

Tamer: Yeah I’m ready.

(Tamer stands up.)

Tamer: Okay I don’t have much to say here. So I’ll make this quick. Lowedown
and Master Z tonight Vern and I are coming. Prime Time versus bWo if you
will. But Lowedown out of the two teams which one had a team mate smack the
other with a chair recently. Oh yeah your team. That’s right Master Z
smacked you with a steel chair by “accident” in your match against Asylum.
Actually if I remember right last week was not the best for the bWo Dread is
on the shelf, Flame has trouble with her ankle, and of course the previous
mentioned incident. I mean if the bWo’s gonna do stuff like this every week,
you guys may just self destruct again. Now look at Prime Time Rachel and
Aquatic have become friends again and are operating as a team, The
Eco-System is running strong as tag champs, and Vern is kicking ass and
taking names as the Intercontinental champ. Tonight Vern and I will team up
once again and do what we do best, WIN. Many teams have fallen before the
team of Prime Time you will just be another notch in our record. So big boys
here we come. The only question you got to ask yourselves is, can you trust
each other.

(Tamer begins to walk away)

Tamer: Oh and then of course there’s another question. Are you prepared?

FADE

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

Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
At a total combined weight of 508 pounds...
Tamer... Vernon Vanderbilt... PRIME TIME

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 543 pounds...
LoweDown... Master Z... THE BWO

PA:BU...BU...BU...BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER!

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown come out of
the entrance way. Lowedown has a very disgruntled look on his face as Flame
tries to calm him down. Lowedown is overheard spouting obscenities as he
slides into the ring and leaps up to the top turnbuckle and sits down.
Lowedown ignores both Vernon and Tamer as he looks to the entrance way...)

(Suddenly, "Victory" by Puff Daddy as Master Z makes his way down to the
ring. Lowedown throws his arms up and waits for Master Z to enter the
ring...)

JR: And here comes Master Z seperately! What's going on here, King?

KING: I don't know, maybe Master Z is just running late today!

(Master Z climbs up into the ring as if nothing is odd. He prepares for the
match. Lowedown asks for a microphone as he walks right up to Master Z...)

LD:I want to know exactly what the BLEEP is your problem Z?!? Why are you
coming out here and disrespecting me and disrespecting my peeps?!? You
answer that for me¡

Master Z: Your peeps Lowe? Who are your peeps exactly? Am I one of your
peeps? Doesn't that mean you should have come out and helped me when I wasin
my Intercontinental Title match? Or were you too busy in the back cracking
jokes and signing autographs? Ya know something Lowe, you dissapoint me. The
bWo are a bunch of heels, we're bad guys, what are you thinking? You amount
to nothing but the comic relief in this federation! You feel that?

JR: WHAT? Master Z just tore Lowe a new one!

KING: He what?

(Lowedown stares at Master Z in disbelief over what he just heard.)

Lowedown: So it's MY fault you lost the IC belt? It's my fault that Vernon
pinned you for the three count? Let me know Z!

Master Z: I feel that you took the biggest baddest best stable of all time,
and drove it straight into the dirt. You gotta get your edge back, Lowe.
You're soft!

Lowedown: I'm soft....

Master Z: Forget it Lowe! We fight this match and take these two punks out
right now and we'll discuss this later!

JR:I don't think this match is going to happen! These two are about to come
to blows as Vernon and Tamer watch on!

King:I think Vernon just asked for some popcorn! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown scowls at Master Z as Flame steps in between both men and tries to
seperate them. Lowedown finally looks at Flame as he steps out through the
ropes. The bell rings and the match starts.)

*DING* *DING* *DING*

JR: There's a bit of heat here between Master Z and Lowedown! Who would have
ever thought?

KING: I'm sure they'll get past it and beat the heck out of their opponents
tonight!

JR:Master Z locks up with Tamer as Lowedown watches on with an intense look
on his face! Master Z locks Tamer up with a side headlock and is squeezing
down hard on the neck of Tamer as he looks right over at his tag team
partner!

King:Z is just trying to help Lowedown find his way! Lowedown has gone soft
acording to Z!

JR:Z backs into the corner and releases the head of Tamer and just nailed a
right hand to the side of Tamer's head! Z rakes the eyes of Tamer and whips
him across the ring. Z follows in behind and...GOOD LORD! Z just nailed
Tamer with a shoulderblock that sent Tamer outside of the ring! Did you see
the impact King?

King:See it? I felt Tamer's head hit the ground! I have a headache from
seeing that!

JR:Lowedown is staring down at Tamer on the ground as he looks up at Z who
apparently wants Lowedown to attack Tamer as Lowedown drops down to the
floor and picks up Tamer!

King:I think Z is smiling now as Lowedown holds his fist up and...he just
threw Tamer back into the ring? He didn't hit him!

JR:I think he's trying to send a message to Z that he does what he feels
like here tonight!

King:Z is shaking his head as he begins hammering down on the back of Tamer!

JR:Z whips Tamer into the ropes again and nails Tamer with a back body drop!
Z is walking over and just slapped the hand of Lowedown as Z is telling
Lowedown to get into the ring and beat down Tamer!

King:Lowedown just climbed into the ring and he just grabbed a hold of Tamer
and drove him back down to the mat with a european uppercut! Lowedown grabs
Tamer by the hair and just threw him right into the corner of Vernon!

JR:Master Z can't believe it! Lowedown just threw a dazed Tamer to a fresh
Vernon! What is Lowedown thinking?

(Lowedown motions for Vernon to step into the ring as Lowedown takes off his
t-shirt and throws it out to the crowd and shouts to Master Z...)

LD:FOR ONE OF MY PEEPS!

(The crowd erupts as Lowedown "draws the line" in front of Vernon and asks
him to cross the line. Lowedown suddenly rushes at Vernon and forces him
into the corner. Lowedown begins throwing reckless rights and lefts to the
side of Vernon's head as the crowd counts behind every punch. Lowedown grabs
Vernon by the throat and pulls him out of the corner for a split second and
then slams him back into the corner. Lowedown then drops down and drives his
shoulder viciously into the ribs of Vernon and then finally rises up and
begins choking the life out of Vernon. The referee tries to intervene as
Lowedown releases the hold and then grabs the arm of Vernon and whips him
across the ring. Lowedown follows in behind him and catches him with a
clothesline. Lowedown hip tosses Vernon out of the corner and then nails him
with a dropkick to the back of the head. Lowedown pops back up on his feet
and bows to the crowd. Lowedown looks over at Master Z as he walks over and
tags him back in...)

JR:Lowedown just tagged Master Z back into the match and Lowedown is holding
the ropes open for Z to antagonize him!

King:I think it's Lowedown and Z trying to one up each other

JR: Master Z hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a kick.
Master Z goes for a powerbomb, but Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Master Z with spinning heel kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt runs into the ropes.
Master Z goes for a kick to the head, but Vernon Vanderbilt
ducks out of the way.
Vernon Vanderbilt executes a huricanrana on Master Z.
Master Z begs off.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a chokehold, but Master Z counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
Master Z nails Vernon Vanderbilt with a hair pull.
Master Z whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the turnbuckle, but Vernon Vanderbilt
reverses it.
Vernon Vanderbilt runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Master Z
moves out of the way.
Master Z hoists Vernon Vanderbilt high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Vernon Vanderbilt crashing hard to the mat.
The chants for Master Z are deafening.
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Master Z hits throat punch on Vernon Vanderbilt.
The chants for Master Z are deafening.
Master Z hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a bodyslam.
Master Z attempts to place Vernon Vanderbilt on the turnbuckle, but
Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Master Z nails Vernon Vanderbilt with a sidewalk slam.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Master Z flexes for the crowd.
The crowd erupts.
Master Z goes for finger stomp, but Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Tamer enters the ring.
Master Z hoists Tamer high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Tamer crashing hard to the mat.

JR:GOOD LORD! Master Z just threw Tamer over the top rope and he just landed
inches from our announce table!

King:It's only Lowedown, Master Z, and Vernon! Lowedown is climbing up to
the top turnbuckle as Master Z just executed a Sidewalk slam on Vernon in
the middle of the ring!

(Lowedown is giving the signal for his version of the top rope elbowsmash as
Z watches on. Lowedown gives the Wolfpac signal as he flies off the top
rope...)

JR: GOING DOWN! Lowedown just caught Vernon with the Going Down! This crowd
is on their feet as...wait a minute! Master Z is sliding out of the ring and
it looks like he's...he's grabbing some steel chairs!

King:We are about to see a bWo con-chair-to! YAHHH!

JR:Lowedown is questioning what Z is doing as he just tossed a steel chair
to him!

King:I think Lowedown wants to win this the old fashioned way! Vernon is
nearly unconscious and Z wants to hurt Vernon even more!

(Master Z slams the steel chair down as he makes a motion for Lowedown to
bring his chair up. Lowedown looks down at the chair and then back at Z.
Lowedown walks over towards Master Zas the cameraman is actually able to
listen to what Lowedown is saying...)

LD:We don't need to do this! We can win without this! Let's take him out
with the Atomic driver and get the one, two, three!

(Master Z looks confused as Lowedown tosses the chair outside the ring.
Master Z nods his head in approval as Lowedown turns back around to go back
after Vernon...)

JR:It looks like Lowedown has spoken some sense to Master Z and now Lowedown
is calling for the Atomic driver for Master Z!

King:But Z still has that chair in his hand! What's he going to do with that
chair?

(Lowedown picks up Vernon off the mat and picks him up for a suplex.
Lowedown carries Vernon over to the corner and drops him on the top
turnbuckle. Lowedown nails Vernon with repeated right hands as he then winds
up and drives a final shot that almost rocks Vernon off the top
turnbuckle...)

JR:I think Lowedown and Master Z are finally on the same page! We might see
the end of Vernon Vanderbilt!

King:Hold on a second! Z is bringing that chair up! He's going to knock
Vernon off the top...YAHHHH HE NAILED LOWEDOWN! MASTER Z NAILED LOWEDOWN
WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!

JR:What is going on here?!? Master Z just slammed that steel chair down
right into the face of Lowedown and Lowedown just dropped like a ton of
bricks! Master Z is staring at the huge dent from that steel chair! Master Z
is looking down at Lowedown who is struggling to get back up on his feet as
you can see blood begin to trickle down his face!

King:I'm surprised Lowedown can even try to stand up after that shot!

(Lowedown struggles to get back on his feet as he looks just in time to see
the chair comes down right on top of him again. Lowedown drops to the mat
once again as the blood begins to drip down faster down his face. Lowedown
continues to try and rise up with the help of the ropes. Vernon and Tamer
can't believe their eyes as Master Z waits for Lowedown to finally rise to
his feet as he takes a few steps back and then rushes at Lowedown...)

JR:GOOD LORD! Master Z just brought all that momentum down on the skull of
Lowedown! Lowedown just collapsed to the mat as Master Z is now standing
over the broken body of Lowedown! Master Z just grabbed the throat of Vernon
and threw him off the top rope and right on top of Lowedown! The referee
isn't sure what to do here!

King:Master Z is telling the referee to count!

(The referee drops down to the mat and begins to count...)

One...two...THREE!

*DING! DING! DING!*

JR:I don't believe it! Master Z just knocked Lowedown out with three heavy
chairshots and cost his own team the match!

King:I don't think Master Z cares! Lowedown is lying in a pool of his own
blood and Z just draped his bWo t-shirt down over the face of Lowedown!

JR:Flame is too scared to climb into the ring to try and help her husband!

I cannot believe this! That son of a bleep Master Z! Good God almighty! He's just destroyed his own teammate Lowedown!

JR: You're bleeped right about that! That no good...Master Z should burn in Hell for what he just did!

(Master Z leaves the ring scowling back at the unconscious Lowedown. The camera closes in on Lowedown with the bloody bWo shirt on his face as we fade...to...black...)