Date : 12/13/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Rupp Arena Lexington Kentucky

(The show opens inside the Rupp Arena Lexington Kentucky. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Rupp Arena Lexington Kentucky! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

KING: Look!

(Lowedown is seen making his way into the parking lot area of the Rupp arena by the cab when he is confronted by his wife and his brother who have been waiting for him for almost an hour...)

Flame:Where have you been? We were supposed to talk to the rest of the group a half hour ago.

Lowedown:Easy babycakes! I was just touring the local liquor store and thought I would pick up a pick me up.

Dozer:You were drinking? You shouldn't be drinking before a show like this.

Lowedown:Whoa brother! You need to save the speeches for a dabate or something. I went out and got some champagne for the show and to party with my new friend Howitzer. He helped our team pull the biggest victory at Survival Series remember?

Flame:We remember it alright. You and Z got counted out of the whole match.

Dozer:I managed to be one of the survivors towards the end. I lasted longer than you brother.

Lowedown:And yet you lost our tag team belts for us. Nice way to keep on track.

(The crowd begins to boo Lowedown as he smiles right at his brother...)

Dozer:Now hold on a minute bro! I wasn't the only one who got pinned that night.

Lowedown:So it's my fault you couldn't hold up your side of the match? Need I remind you how much I have on my plate brother? I have the Hardcore belt and I fully intend on becoming the six time World champion after I beat Master Z again! How about you? You plan on anything special?

Dozer:I might plan on shoving my foot...

(Flame interrupts him from finishing his sentence...)

Flame:Look baby please. No one is blaming anyone here for anything. We are just worried about you and all this mess between you and Z has got you a bit wound up too tight. I think you need to relax a bit.

Lowedown:Exactly! Which is why I have all this!

(Lowedown opens his trenchcoat to reveal over eight bottles of wine in his jacket pockets. Lowedown grabs one and pops the cork on the first bottle and takes a big drink and then holds it towards his wife...)

Lowedown:Care for a taste of yummy freshness?

Flame:I'm not thirsty.

Lowedown:Bro?

Dozer:I don't drink that garbage. You know that?

Lowedown:Oh that's right. You like all that nutritonal stuff now! You drink all those "Vita-shakes" with all that protein and potassium right? That BLEEP makes me sick! It's like trying to scrape wallpaper off your tongue! Are you two sure you don't want a drink?

Flame:I'm sure.

Dozer:Same here.

Lowedown:Fine then. More for me y'all! I tell you what I'm going to do then. After I finish this bottle, I'm going to crack open another one and chug it down. After that, I'm going to find Howitzer and crack one open for him as well. We'll all get drunk and wrestle! WOO-HOO!

(Lowedown stumbles for a moment and then makes his way into the backstage area...)

Flame:This doesn't look good.

Dozer:He's gonna puke in the middle of that ring. I bet on it.

fade...

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Fighting out of Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Ravven

("Come Out and Play" by Offspring blares over the P.A. As the lights go all around the building out from the curtains and onto the stage steps Ravven. He is greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd, mostly boos. Francine steps out gets a major league crowd pop. Ravven does the crucifix with his arms but gets booed by the crowd. Embalmer comes to the stage as well. They walk to the ring. Once there, Ravven rolls under the ropes, stands up and gives the crucifix sign. Francine enters between the second and top ropes revealing her skimpy panties as she does so. Ravven sits down in the corner. The music stops and the lights come up.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dork The Clown

(Circus music plays as Dork the Clown comes walking down to the ring. He is giving balloons to little kids and acting goofy. )

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Dork The Clown runs into the ropes.
Ravven hits Dork The Clown with an elbow.
Ravven hits a stomp on Dork The Clown.
Ravven gets a choke against the ropes on Dork The Clown.
Jack Slone warns Ravven to let go.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three, four.
Ravven whips Dork The Clown into the turnbuckle.
Ravven runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Dork The Clown lifts his knee.
Dork The Clown takes Ravven down with a belly-to-back suplex.
Dork The Clown hits a headlock takedown on Ravven.
Dork The Clown executes a DDT on Ravven.
A small "Dork The Clown" chant is being started.
Dork The Clown whips Ravven into the ropes.
Dork The Clown gets an abdominal stretch on Ravven.
Ravven is inching his way towards the ropes.
Dork The Clown lets go after 17 seconds.
Dork The Clown goes for a dropkick, but Ravven side-steps and Dork The Clown
only hits air.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Ravven.
Ravven executes a kick to the midsection on Dork The Clown.
Ravven goes for the Evenflow DDT, but Dork The Clown counters it with a backdrop
.
The crowd is cheering on Dork The Clown.
Dork The Clown hits a gutwrench suplex on Ravven.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Dork The Clown hits a kneebreaker on Ravven.
Dork The Clown hoists Ravven high into the air with a vertical suplex, then send
s Ravven crashing hard to the mat.
Dork The Clown gets an abdominal stretch on Ravven.
Ravven manages to grab the ropes after 7 seconds.
Dork The Clown goes for a piledriver, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven uses a back suplex on Dork The Clown.
Ravven gets a chokehold on Dork The Clown.
Jack Slone warns Ravven to let go.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Jack Slone warns Ravven.
Ravven hits Dork The Clown with a bodyslam.
Ravven hits a gutwrench suplex on Dork The Clown.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Ravven takes Dork The Clown down with a back suplex.
Ravven goes for a hiptoss, but Dork The Clown counters it with a backslide.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Dork The Clown takes Ravven down with a forearm smash.
Dork The Clown goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but Ravven counters it with
a backward kick.
Ravven whips Dork The Clown into the ropes.
Ravven executes a dropkick on Dork The Clown.
Dork The Clown bumps into Jack Slone.
Len Stanley comes running down to the ring.
Ravven whips Dork The Clown into the ropes.
Ravven misses with a clothesline.
Ravven hits Dork The Clown with a kick.
Ravven takes Dork The Clown down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Ravven is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Ravven goes for a vertical suplex, but Dork The Clown blocks it.
Dork The Clown takes Ravven down with a forearm smash.
Dork The Clown goes for an armdrag takedown, but Ravven blocks it.
Jack Slone shakes off the pain.
Ravven goes for a backbreaker, but Dork The Clown blocks it.
Dork The Clown nails Ravven with a dropkick.
Dork The Clown whips Ravven into the ropes.
Dork The Clown hits Ravven with an elbow.
Dork The Clown executes the Whoopie Cushion on Ravven.
Dork The Clown goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, The Embalmer puts Ravven's foot on the rope.
Dork The Clown goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Ravven counters it with
a facerake.
Ravven executes a powerslam on Dork The Clown.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven executes a chop on Dork The Clown.
Ravven uses a dropkick on Dork The Clown.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on Dork The Clown.
Ravven goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ravven!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>
 
(Lowedown is seen walking down the hallway of the Rupp Arena as he is searching for someone. Lowedown turns the corner and sees a long corridor and at the end of the corridor is Howitzer's locker room. Lowedown slowly walks up and knocks on the door. Lowedown hears something behind the door and proceeds to knock again. Lowedown looks around and becomes incredibly impatient as he takes a step back and looks around and places his hands on his hips. Lowedown smiles as he finally looks into the camera...)
 
Lowedown:  I guess the polite way isn't going to work. Perhaps a more direct approach?
 
(Lowedown suddenly leans back and drives his shoulder into the door and tears it off the hinges. Lowedown walks right through the entrance way and sees Howitzer leaping up from the massage table and desperately trying to grab his towel. The massage therapist tries to hide behind Howitzer as he places the towel around his waist and brings his fists up...)
 
Lowedown:  Whoa there partner! A lil' wound up there eh Howie? I guess that's why you were getting a massage.
 
HOWITZER:  What the hell do you want?!? You want to jump me before the match?  I’m in a friggin’ TOWEL here!
 
(Lowedown smiles as he begins to walk towards Howitzer...)
 
Lowedown:  Now why would I want to do that to the man who helped my team win the Survival Series? I came to bring you something since you never really accepted my offer to throw you the biggest party this side of the BMWF. Now, I was a lil' upset when I never got a letter, phone call, e-mail, fax, or even a smoke signal from you. Maybe you can explain that one to me while we pop this open.
 
(Lowedown pulls out an expensive bottle of champagne and tosses it to Howitzer. Howitzer looks down at the bottle as Lowedown leans against the wall...)
 
HOWITZER:  This bottle costs like five thousand bucks, ace.
 
Lowedown:I know. I've paid for a few. When my buddy James passed the bar, I bought him one. When Flame and I got married, this is what we drank. And to the man who brought home the victory, I bought you one. I know you can afford some now, but I felt like saving you a few bucks. Crack that sucker open would ya?
 
(Howitzer pops open the bottle and is about to hand it to Lowedown.)
 
HOWITZER:  I don’t drink alcohol.
 
(As he hands it back over, he suddenly stops and looks at Lowedown who pulls another bottle out of his trenchcoat and opens it up...)
 
HOWITZER:  Hold the damn phone!  TWO bottles??  What the hell was your plan, try to get me sloshed or something so I'm too drunk for the match?
 
Lowedown:  BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's a good one partner! I actually never thought about that. If you were too drunk to compete, then that would Master Z all by himself wouldn't it?
 
(Lowedown takes a big drink and then belches loudly...)
 
Lowedown:  That's not my style Howie! I'm going to break Master Z's @$$ whether you're in the match or not. Look, I simply want to make things right by throwing you that bash that you deserve for winning the Survival Series. I owe you that for putting our team's name as the team of the millenium! Lowedown's team was the best at...
 
(Howitzer walks up to Lowedown and stops him from finishing his sentence...)
 
HOWITZER:  WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! What's this talk about "Lowedown's team" winning the Survival Series? I was the lone survivor at the end of the show, not you! If anyone should be gloating  about Survival Series, it's me! Do you know what I'm saying here "partner"? Do ya follow me?
 
(Lowedown takes another drink and then smiles...)
 
Lowedown:  I completely understand. You should be proud of your performance. I was very impressed with you winning the Survival Series without question. Maybe you're getting a bit ahead of yourself here though. I think that you are an excellent wrestler with the greatest potential here partner and that's why I'm here to tell this to you! I want to celebrate Howitzer's victory! You and I should paint the town like nobody ever has before! It's time to party!
 
(Howitzer is looking confused as Lowedown takes another drink and wipes his mouth...)
 
HOWITZER:  Just how many of those bottles did you buy?
 
Lowedown:  Hmmmmmmm...about seven or eight.
 
HOWITZER:  And how many have you opened?
 
Lowedown:  (Makes a funny sound with his mouth and speaks...)Oh...about five-ish.
 
HOWITZER:  SWEET PEACHES IN MAMA’S HOT COBBLER, LOWEDOWN!  ARE YOU BOMBED ALREADY??
 
Lowedown:  Oh come on Howie! You know I need to loosen up before a show. I always have a few drinks before I wrestle.
 
HOWITZER:  Look, I think it's time you left my locker room so I can get ready for the main event.
 
Lowedown:  You...want me to...leave? I thought you and I were beginning to be friends?
 
HOWITZER:  I think you need to go back to your locker room and get yourself some strong coffee.  Lowedown, you’re an all right guy, but it’s time to sober up and shave your @$$!

 
(Howitzer extends his arm out as Lowedown looks a bit upset about the whole conversation and begins to walk out the locker room. Lowedown turns around one last time and looks back at Howitzer...)

Lowedown:I am seriously never going to truly understand what the hell that mean partner. The whole @$$ shaving thing sounds kind of wierd if you ask me. Maybe you should drink some alcohol then try that line on a girl alright?

(Lowedown walks out and then turns around one last time and shivers before leaving...)

fade...

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Jackson Roe

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of London, England...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

"Byron 'the English Hammer' Stamford" Byron Stamford


*DING DING*

 JR: There's the bell!

KING: Wait! Look!

JR: IT'S KRIS JERICHO!

KING: And his band "Fuzzy"!

JR: Jericho hasn't been in the BMWF for several years!

KING: He's got the mic!

Jericho: Welcome to BEDLAM...IS...JERICHO!!!

(fans cheer)

Jericho: Now, just in case you're wondering why I'm here, it's because of these two @$$clowns in the ring!

KING: What's an @$$clown, JR?

Jericho: Yeah, I'm here because of these two jackasses that decided to join the BMWF and then no-show time and time a-gain! Well, juniors, it looks like this'll be your last time!

JR: Wait! In the ring!

KING: It's Rikishi Fatoo!

JR: Side kick to Roe! He falls into the corner! Kick to Stamford! He falls on top of Roe!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: Oh, my gosh! No! Rikishi hikes up his thong!

KING: YAHHH! The camera lens just cracked!

JR: STINK FACE! DOUBLE STINK FACE!

KING: YAHHH!

*PTOOT!*

JR: Oh, my! Look! Roe and Stamford are being asphyxiated!

KING: So am I! *gag* *choke*

Jericho: Now, me and my band have a song for you! It goes like this:

NA NA NA NA!
NA NA NA NA!
HEY HEY HEY!
GOOD-BYE!

KING: What horrible singing! A fitting tribute to those two jobbers' BMWF careers!

Jericho and Fans:

NA NA NA NA!
NA NA NA NA!
HEY HEY HEY!
GOOD-BYE!

JR: We'll be right back!!

>>>

 **EARLIER TONIGHT**
 
(The parking lot is pretty empty, as the show has not yet begun. In about two hours the show will kick off but some wrestlers are entering the arena early. A Silver Ferrari 360 Spider comes to a screeching halt in one of the free parking spaces and out steps “The Rock Star” Tai Hashi. He isn’t baring his usual grin; he’s bearing a rather uncomfortable frown, very unlike Hashi. Tai locks his car door and makes his way into the arena; just under the sleeve of his t-shirt we can see a support bandage around his shoulder after landing awkwardly from a Lethal Injection from Ash last week on Bedlam. As Tai walks through the double doors of the arena we can hear him mumbling to himself.)
 
Tai Hashi: That punk doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself in for, he’s in for a world of hurt, a world of suffering and a world of agony. The same hurt, suffering and agony he has put me through this week after injuring my shoulder.  What did you prove last week, Ash?  Attacking a weak, defenceless man, a man who had just gone through a hellacious match with the multi-time BMWF Champion. That’s like a lion attacking a mouse after the mouse has just ran a marathon.  Well, I’m not a mouse and Ash definitely isn’t a lion – lions are cool – Ash is not!  Well tonight, he’s going to have a dose of Tai Hashi he’ll never forget.
 
(Tai continues walking down the corridor.)
 
Fade…

>>>

(Dangerzone by Kenny Loggins hits the p.a. and on the bruisertron, Dale Anderson flashes across the screen in a red flash. The bruisertron also shows Dales Greatest moves in the movie in between the flashing letters. A deep blue smoke covers the ramp and Dale comes out from behind the curtains. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks to both sides where the crowd is. He smiles then heads down to the ring as the crowd cheers. He slides into the ring and gets a mic from the announcer.)

Dale: I am out here once again, in the ring of Bedlam. And I am in a new state. A new arena. I am in the Rupp arena of Lexington Kentucky!

(The crowd starts to chant Dales name.)

Dale: You all are too kind. But, you might start chanting the wrong name even though you hate his rotten guts. Scotty Scott.

(The crowd boos.)

Dale: The reason I say that is because I am going against an experienced veteran. He is one person I will have to work hard on. But I am not worried. He is no match for the move I am planning on using on him. He will know true pain. I will show it to him!

(The Crowd cheers.)

Dale: Scotty is the next person to meet the real deal. He is the next person to be Bronx Bustered. He is the next person to be carried out of that ring. Scotty, I am comin for you!

(Dale drops the mic and rolls out of the ring he walks up the ramp to the music of Dangerzone. The scene fades.)

>>>

(A black Limo pulls into the parking lot of the arena as it comes to a halt. From the front walks the driver who runs to the passenger’s door. He brushes his tuxedo off and opens the door with a fake smile. An alligator shoe pops out as the body follows. A dark Armani suit covers Nate Adams as he exits the Limo. He stands as the driver shuts the door behind him.)
 
Nate: Good enough ride.
 
(Nate reaches into his jacket pocket as he grabs a quarter out He flips it in the air and the Driver stumbles to catch it.)
 
Nate: Jumpy are we?
 
(The driver walks to the trunk as he pops it open. He grabs Nate’s golden bag and runs to him. He hands it over as Nate laughs.)
 
Try working out sometime, you could be like me one day and maybe even lose some of that blubber.
 
(The crowd boos him as the Driver looks embarrassed.)
 
Nate: The sound I love to hear, greetings to all of you as well, you stupid @$$ holes.
 
(Nate laughs as he walks off to his locker room.)
 
KING: Ha ha, what a joker Nate Adams is.
 
JR: I think he’s just a big bully and needs to be taught a lesson.
 
KING: Chill out JR, maybe he’ll get his punishment with Kevin Storm tonight.

>>>

(The camera cuts to the parking lot as a rental car whips in and screeches to a stop. The passenger door opens and Donnie MacPhearson, his face white as snow, practically falls out. The driver's side door opens and Dizi hops out and slams it shut enthusiastically.)

Dizi: That was fun!!

(Dizi turns to look at her brother, but he's nowhere to be seen.)

Dizi: Donnie? Donnie. Don?

(Dizi walks around the car and looks at her brother lying on the pavement.)

Dizi: You okay?

Donnie: (his voice low and shaky) You are never, ever driving again. I can't believe the state of Florida ever gave you a driver's license.

Dizi: Driver's license?

(Donnie slowly gets to his feet.)

Donnie: Yes, a driver's license. Remember when you said you wanted to drive and I said you needed a license? You said you had one.

Dizi: (thoughtfully) Oh.

Donnie: Dizi?

Dizi: Yeah?

Donnie: You do have a driver's license, right?

Dizi: Well, I have a license...

Donnie: Yeah?

Dizi: But, before you didn't say 'driver's license' you just said 'license' and...

(Dizi trails off, then smiles brightly at her brother.)

Donnie: What kind of license do you have?

Dizi: A dog license.

Donnie: A dog license?

Dizi: For Sugar.

(Donnie rolls his eyes and snatches the car keys out of her hand.)

Donnie: What made you think a dog license qualified you to drive a car?

Dizi: Nothing.

Donnie: Then why did you say you wanted to drive?

Dizi: Because I did want to.

Donnie: And I said you needed a license.

Dizi: I have a license.

Donnie: A driver's license!

Dizi: Well, you didn't that.

Donnie: Having a dog license doesn't qualify you to drive a car.

Dizi: Well, I said I wanted to drive... I didn't say I was qualified to. I never even took Driver's Ed, Bubba, you know that.

Donnie: You... It... Just...

(Donnie takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.)

Donnie: Let's just get your gear and find the dressing room.

Dizi: I want to find Tamer... I haven't seen him in forever.

(Donnie pops the trunk and pulls out Dizi's bag.)

Donnie: I think we should find the dressing room first.

(Donnie slams the trunk shut and looks over where his sister was standing, only to find himself alone.)

Donnie: Dizi? Dizi! Diz?

(Donnie heads off in search of his sister as the camera FADES.)

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

"Irish" Paddy O'Brien

(The arena lights dim and the
Irish flag appears on the Bruisertron)
 
P.A: She won't come, just when you want it…
 
(Suddenly, ‘Top O’ The Morning
To Ya’ by House of Pain blares over the P.A.)
 
P.A: Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun…
 
King: Here we go J.R; it’s the Irish guy. 
He’s been a little quite over the past week!
 
(‘Irish’ Paddy O’Brien appears at the
top of the entrance ramp.  He is dressed
in a tight black tank top, with baggy
white trousers.  He is slim build, but with
very well defined upper body, evidenced
by the tank top.  In one hand he carries
the Irish flag, the other a microphone)
 
JR: Paddy O’Brien making his way
down to the ring.
 
(Paddy O’Brien continues down to
ringside, and rolls into the ring)
 
JR: A mixed reaction for the newest
addition to the BMWF roster.
 
King: This guy is hilarious!
 
Paddy: Cut teh music!
 
(The music cuts abruptly, and
Paddy continues in a strong Irish drawl)
 
Paddy: Teh Irish is here.  Talk about
my predictions coming true.  Didn’t I
say those two punks Tobey and Nate
were playing us all.  That’s something
to say about teh folks around here, if I
was the only one ta see it.  Its just time
ta wait now, Natey boy, ya will come
to loathe me.  You and yer lame Union
buddies.  Those suckers must be desperate
to get you and Tobey in.  Who’s the next
guy gonna be, Joe Gomer?  What a joke,
if you ask me, and since I have the mic
you guys got no choice but to listen. 
Starting next week I’m gonna make
yer life miserable.  Whether you like
it or not, I advise you take the appropriate
measures.  As for the rest of your mob,
I’m sure you guys have made enough
enemies around here, I’ll just find me a
comfortable seat and watch the fireworks!

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Miss Linda...
Fighting out of Las Vegas, NV...
Weighing in at 228 pounds...

Riki O

(Hairdresser music plays as Riki O and Miss Linda prance to the ring.)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Paddy O'Brien hits a legsweep on Riki O.
Riki O begs off.
Paddy O'Brien nails Riki O with a baseball slide.
Paddy O'Brien runs into the ropes.
Paddy O'Brien hits Riki O with an elbow.
Paddy O'Brien runs into the ropes.
Paddy O'Brien misses with a shoulderblock.
Riki O hits Paddy O'Brien with a kick to the head.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.
Riki O nails Paddy O'Brien with a go-behind and a waistlock.
Riki O gyrates his hips  while holding onto Paddy O'Brien.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.

KING: YAHHH!

JR: Riki O nails Paddy O'Brien with a backbreaker.
Riki O goes for a backbreaker, but Paddy O'Brien blocks it.
Paddy O'Brien hits Riki O with a fisherman suplex.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
  
JR: Paddy continuing to look strong,
very impressive showing once again. 
He’s been showing some very sound
skills the past two weeks.  Riki O,
looking in trouble here now, what
strength, Shamrock Drop on Riki O. 
Tremendous strength shown by Paddy. 
The Shamrock Drop is very reminiscent
to the Juvi Driver.  A devastating
move from Tobey.

KING: "A devastating move from Tobey?"

JR: I just paste what I cut!
Paddy O'Brien goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is really behind Paddy O'Brien.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Paddy O'Brien!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Nate Adams walks around backstage as he is seemingly looking out for ladies. He spots one as he passes her in the hall.)
 
Nate: Looking good, keep up the good work babe.
 
(The woman looks at Nate as he walks on. He spots another and keeps walking.)
 
Nate: I’m free if you ever want to…chat.
 
(Nate laughs as he continues down the hall. He stops as He spots Jess the Make-Up Artist from last week.)
 
Nate: Well if it isn’t Jessica, the annoying make-up woman who thought Too Bold was too much for me to handle. What do you think of me now?
 
(Jess looks at him as she stops what she’s doing.)
 
Jess: I guess I underestimated you, I’m sorry.
 
Nate: Ha, you sure did. Babe, I took Too Bold to the woodshed and fed him a fresh dose of pain, Just as I will do tonight with good ol’ Kevin Storm.
 
Jess: Well, you may be jumping the gun. You see, Too Bold was only a Jobber, not a real competitor here. In my mind, Kevin may out due The Complete Package.
 
Nate: Ha ha, are you blind. How will a wuss kid like Kevin beat perfection like this. I’m going to put the kids lights out once and for all and make him suffer. After our match, I’ll still keep my pride and money as Kevin will lose his chance to preach ever again.
 
Jess: Hmm… I guess we’ll…
 
Nate: No, you’ll see that it won’t be him walking out. Kevin will need a plastic bed to get out of here once I’m done with him. He’ll be riding home on a bed as I’m in my car pulling out to the next Bedlam.
 
(Nate walks off in anger as Jess laughs.)

>>>

(Bruiser is seen adjusting his glasses as he tries to read a couple of RPs.)

BRUISER: Dagnabit! 2 people used this here dinky font! @%#@$$!!

(Bruiser continues to try and read the RPs...)

>>>
 
(The scene opens up outside of Dizi's locker room. Tamer walks up and comes to stand in front of the door. Tamer knocks on the door. The door cracks open and, the second the person sees Tamer, he quickly comes outside. We see that it is Donnie.)

Donnie: Thank God! I can't believe I'm saying this, but she needs you and I missed you.

Tamer: You didn't....

Donnie: I did.

Tamer: Before I left what did I say...

Donnie: Not to try ritalin.

Tamer: I'll talk to her. You go to the Prime Time locker room... someone you should talk to...

Donnie: I..

Tamer: Bye.

(Donnie walks off and Tamer walks inside the locker room. Dizi is bouncing light off several reflective surfaces.)

Tamer: Hey, Babe...

(Dizi looks over at Tamer for a few seconds then smiles.)

Dizi: Hey. Where have you been?

(Tamer walks over to her and stands in front of her.)

Tamer: I was recuperating...

Dizi: From what? Because Donnie kept making me take pills. And we ended up on some island and there wasn't anything to eat. I wanted to kill a boar, but I couldn't find you. And I lost my title. And I started spitting the pills out. And "Ocean's 12" starts this weekend. And I'm hungry.

Tamer: No need to worry. There will be no more pills, I'm taking you out for dinner tonight, and I'm taking you to Ocean's Twelve when it comes out. As for your title.. I actually have a proposition for you.

Dizi: Shouldn't you have kissed me by now? And Donnie found out I wasn't taking the pills. And are vegans allowed to eat turkey? Apparently there's a backlash involved.

(Tamer leans down and locks lips with Dizi. After the kiss he pulls back and she smiles.)

Tamer: Danielle can I talk to you about something?

Dizi: You can talk to me about anything. I saw 'Cat in the Hat' on TV last night. It wasn't very good.

Tamer: You know that Prime Time is back... And they're like my family. We've been through a lot and will go through a lot more. And, well, this time around... I'd like you to be a part of Prime Time.

Dizi: Prime Time? Hey, wasn't Tyrone in Prime Time? I haven't seen him around lately. Of course, I haven't seen you either, but you've been around. I just can't ever seem to find you. But, it'd be kind of hard to miss a guy that big. Hey! Do you know what a giraffe uses to clean his ears?

(Tamer smiles and shakes his head.)

Tamer: Danielle...you want your title back, right?

Dizi: Yeah, that'd be cool. I lost it to that Brandy girl. Hey, wasn't that a song? About some girl who was waiting for a sailor? She was eating turkey. I'm not sure she's supposed to. So, she's kind of a cheater. That's when I started spitting out the pills. I didn't feel like myself anymore. I think that's why I lost.

(Tamer turns Dizi around to where her back is against his chest and wraps his arms around her. He kisses her on the top of her head.)

Tamer: You're yourself again. You'll win the title back. But there's a group that has a history of people who win titles. And if you joined that group it could help you.

(Dizi leans back against him and smiles.)

Dizi: Really? What group is that? So, you don't have anything to eat? I wonder if Mafioso is around. He usually has a candy bar or something for me.

(Tamer reaches into his jacket and pulls out a can of Coke-N-Nuts)

Tamer I have this...

(Dizi looks at the can suspiciously.)

Dizi: Is that one of those cans that the snake pops out of? Because, I had this cousin who used to give them to me when I was little. Then Donnie nailed his shoes to the floor. That was funny. But, then he had to buy him new shoes.

(Tamer shakes his head and sets the can down.)

Tamer: Let's try this. Do you want to be a member of Prime Time? You'd be joining Me, Vern, Kolic, Ezekiel, Kate, and Clancy in a stable. You'd get a members jacket. And we'd get to spend more time together because we'd be living under the same roof. I Guess I'm saying I'd kinda like you to join our family of misfits...

Dizi: You think I'm a misfit?

Tamer: If you're asking if I think you are, a person whose behavior or attitude sets them apart from others. Yes. You're yourself and no one else.

Dizi: Except for when I was taking those pills. Because I didn't feel like me. I felt like someone else. What about Donnie? And who's Vern? And what color?

Tamer: Donnie well... Donnie could live in the house but wouldn't be an official member. Vern is like my brother. You'll get along great with him I promise. And... you'd get to pick the color. I was thinking maybe purple....

(Dizi narrows her eyes.)

Dizi: Are Clancy and Kate official members?

(Tamer gulps.)

Tamer: Yes... But Clancy has always been the manager of Prime Time. And we didn't let Kate in right away. If it were up to me he would be. I know him but the other guys have to get to know him. And he could still live in the house.

Dizi: Hmph.

(Dizi tilts her head as she thinks about it.)

Dizi: Hey, isn't Zeke the guy that let me play with his blow torch? I like him. You think he'd let me play with it again?

Tamer: Yes.. He is. And he probably would. Think about it. You could have fun, and we'd get to see each other more.

Dizi: Think about what?

Tamer: JOI....Joining Prime Time....

Dizi: Oh. Yeah, okay. Can't it be blue?

(Tamer smiles and turns Dizi around kissing her passionatly. When the kiss is over Tamer and Dizi look into each others eyes.)

FADE

>>>
 
(The scene opens up to the Arena’ parking lot to see a Volkswagen Beatle come rip-roaring through the entrance. It comes to a screeching halt in a parking space and Brodie Manson and Yuku Shiro both hop out of the vehicle. Yuku slings Brodie’s bag over her shoulder and the two women dash for the front door.)
 
Brodie: Come on Yuku! We’re going to be late!!
 
Yuku: Coming!
 
(Both of the women make it to the door and enter the arena.)
 
(close.)

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

Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
From Olympia, Washington... weighing in at 145 pounds...
Brodie Manson
 
(Rainbow fireworks explode from the stage as "Cherry Lips" by Garbage starts to play over the sound system. When the chorus cues in, Brodie Manson steps between the curtains carrying her Women's Title, with Yuku Shiro following behind her carrying a white basket. Brodie looks out at the crowd and waves while Yuku looks a bit overwhelmed. Both of the women converse on the stage before they head down to the ring. Yuku leads the way and tosses white flower petals into the air while Brodie follows closely behind, talking to the audience members. The girls finally make their way to the ring where Yuku removes her shoes while Brodie climbs into the ring.)

Her partner...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

Their partner...
From Houston, TX... weighing in at 128 pounds...
Nittia

LILLY: Their opponents...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody
Her partner...

From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

(The lights flicker to a crimson red.)

PA: All things run red now so will you!!!

("Points of Authority" hits the PA system and Jacklyn runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. She taunts to the crowd and does a backflip before the opening bell.)

Their partner...
From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 120 pounds...
Kim Gail


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Judge Moody takes Brodie Manson down with a DDT.
Judge Moody shouts at the crowd.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Brodie Manson with a kick.
Judge Moody shouts at the crowd.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Brodie Manson hits Judge Moody with a kick.
Brodie Manson is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Brodie Manson takes Judge Moody down with a fireman's carry.

JR: Brodie Manson and Judge Moody are going at it!


JR: Brodie is clutching hard to Moody’s legs and spins her around and around inside the ring. Brodie releases Moody and she goes flying into the corner.

JR: A giant swing that sent Judge Moody into the turnbuckle!

King: I’m getting dizzy just watching it!

JR: Brodie stomps the back of Moody repeatedly and is now lifting her to her
feet!

JR: Brodie hits Judge Moody with a few hard punches. Brodie plays to the crowd and executes a perfect monkey toss on Judge Moody, sending her into the center of the ring. Moody is climbing to her feet, but Brodie nails the Starbelly!
 
King: YAH!

JR: Brodie Manson is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Brodie Manson nails Judge Moody with a bulldog.
Brodie Manson throws Judge Moody into the turnbuckle, but Judge Moody
reverses it.
Judge Moody runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Brodie Manson
moves out of the way.
Brodie Manson nails Judge Moody with a snap mare.
Brodie Manson uses an airplane spin on Judge Moody.
The crowd is really behind Brodie Manson.
Brodie Manson goes for a DDT, but Judge Moody counters it with a small package.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Brodie Manson executes a hurricanrana on Judge Moody.
The crowd is really behind Brodie Manson.
Brodie Manson tags out to Nittia.
Kim Gail enters the ring and lays out Brodie Manson.
Kim Gail is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Judge Moody and Kim Gail hit Nittia with a double DDT.
Kim Gail leaves the ring.
Judge Moody uses an arm bar on Nittia.
Judge Moody whips Nittia into the ropes.
Nittia hits Judge Moody with an elbow.
Nittia goes for a kick to the midsection, but Judge Moody counters it with
a legsweep.

(Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing a three piece suit.)

KURT'S MUSIC: YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO SUCK!
YOU SUCK!

KURT: Oh, cut that stupid song lyric RP!

(Kurt stops halfway down the ramp and waves to the fans as white and blue pyro flares on the stage behind him.)

(Then he continues to the ring. Once in the ring, he acknowledges the fans. The music dies off.)

KING: What is Dangle doing out here?

Kurt: Ok, stop this match! In the name of Strangler Lewis, stop this match!

(The women stop the match.)

Kurt: You know, this Women's division is pathetic! It's horrible! It's true! I mean, come on! You've got a Women's champ who only won the title because her opponent no-showed for the 736th time! It's true! You've got a former Women's champ who is a retard and can't find her way to the arena half the time!

KING: YAHHH!

Kurt: You've got 2 women who are really guys!

KING: YAHHH!

Kurt: ...and you've got 2 women that are WWFE rejects!! It's true! It's true! Actually, the only time the Women's Division was any good was when I was the champion! It's true! So, why don't you bimbos get out of the ring and let some men show you how wrestling is really supposed to be. (Kurt gets into the ring. He walks over to Dizi.) What's your name, sweetheart?

Dizi:...

Kurt: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!

KING: HA HA HA!

Kurt; I've always wanted to use that catchphrase. It's better than "It's true!" It's true! So, what I'm going to do it to liven this division up! That's right! I'm challenging all you women to enter the Kurt Dangle Women's Invitational. If any of you can pin me 1-2-3, I'll give you my gold medals! Heck, if you can make me tap, I'll put on one of Michael Bole's dresses and be your maid for a month! It's true, and to give you a little incentive...

(Kurt kicks Dizi in the gut!)

JR: What the...?

(Kurt nails her with a Dangle slam!)

JR: Oh, my! now, Kurt nails Brodie and Moody with a double clothesline!

KING: He's going after Nittia!

JR: Nittia slaps Kurt's face! Kurt slaps her right back!

KING: he slapped the gum right out of her mouth...or was that a tooth?

JR: Jacklyn and Kim are attacking Kurt with forearms to the back!

Another double clothesline!

Kurt pulls down his straps!

ANKLE LOCK ON KIM GAIL!

KIM: YAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

JR: Here come the officials! We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera fades in, as we see a door with a list on it.)

Cameraman: What on earth?

(The camera takes a good look at the note, and the cameraman reads the note.)

Cameraman: Hey, it's a list of names. Let's see. Little Geeko, Johnny Stinker, Joe Gomer, Slayder, Ravnos, Zabu, Flame, Dazz, Darklord. What the...

???: Do you not understand?

(The camera turns, as we now see Kevin Storm)

Kevin: Last week I said I would right some wrongs. These people survived their matches, but were not allowed to take a shot at the one million dollars. Howitzer may have won, but in my mind, had these people been allowed to fight, a different scenerio would have come to pass. My plan is, after I win the money from Nate Adams, since the establishment messed these survivors over, I will give each of these people 1/10th of the million that I will win. Now do you understand why I chose this?

Cameraman: Yeah, but...

Kevin: It's time someone stood up for the forsaken. Now they have a voice. I will win, and the people on that list will get what was denied by them. It's time, Nate Adams. Walk with me... Between Worlds...

(Kevin walks away. The camera turns back to the note, as it's image lingers. The camera fades... to... black...)

>>>

(Nate Adams sits on his black Leather couch with a large portrait hanging over his head. He laces his boots as he laughs thinking about his upcoming match. A knock at the door is heard as he looks up. His boot is halfway laced as he yells.)
 
Nate: Who is it?
 
Voice: Kevin Kellie, can I get an interview?
 
Nate: Ha ha, come on in Kellie.
 
(The door opens slowly as Nate finishes with his boot. Kevin stands across the room from Nate as he looks on.)
 
Nate: I don’t bite, come on over KK.
 
(Kevin approaches him as he comes next to him.)
 
Nate: So what do you want to know Mr. Kellie?
 
Kevin Kellie: I guess I’ll start with your words on last weeks events dealing with Chris Witherspoon. Did you have anything to do with that? If so, will he attack you again tonight?
 
Nate: Ha ha, I may have had a small amount to do with that one but the bulk was his part. Spoon was just getting a little intimate with his friends backstage and he was caught in the act. Not my fault, he just wasn’t too happy showing it to the world. Now he thinks that I’m going to pay? Hell, I think he’s a real joker. Now I bet that he is having another temper tantrum so I wouldn’t be surprised if he attacks me yet again. All I can say is bring it, watch your back though. Now the Union has my back.
 
Kevin Kellie: I see, are you really a part of The Union?
 
Nate: I would like to think so but I’m not yet. We’ll see how things go though.
 
Kevin Kellie: Now this week you have  a match with Kevin Storm, how do you feel about him?
 
Nate: Kev…he’s just a little kid looking for a fight with everyone. Now that’s fine because I’ll be the one to stop him. After I’m done with him, he’ll be in the center of the mat with a messed up career. It’s all his choice though.
 
Kevin Kellie: And he won’t be able to preach anymore, right?
 
Nate: D@mn right, he’ll be done with god. Too bad that I won’t be able to witness his stop about preaching since he’ll be too busy recovering. I hope he isn’t afraid to get into the ring after this talk.
 
Kevin Kellie: After this week though, you have a match next week?
 
Nate: That’s right, a big time tag team match, me and Tobey against Kevin and Spoon. We’ll see if either of them make it to the next week though. Now if you would please let me leave, I have a match to win.
 
Kevin Kellie: Ok, good luck Mr. Adams.
 
Nate: Luck is for losers man, something I’m not. I’ll show you tonight just why I am the Complete Package.
 
(Nate walks off through his door leaving Kevin with a couple of questions still.)

>>>

(Alexei is standing backstage, looking over Kolic's match from last week, a
hint of a smirk at the end when Mafioso drapes the Union shirt over his
face. He stops the tape and slowly turns to face the camera.)

ALEXEI: It seems as though your friends were not around to assist you last
week, Kolic. From the looks of it, you were beaten, then attacked, and then
mocked. It's a shame, really. I was expecting more out of our match tonight,
but we can't always get what we want, can we? In fact, during that match,
you reminded me of someone else I knew... Someone who couldn't keep his
focus on the task at hand. Someone distracted. Someone who allowed
distraction. That someone is Kevin Storm. But... I digress... I am not here
to talk about Kevin Storm.

ALEXEI: I am here, however, to talk about you. You have the fortune of
fighting me, one-on-one, tonight. I could only wish I was so lucky as you,
but I think you may be distracted. Probably... looking over your shoulder.
Wondering when the next member of the Union will come down and cost you
another match. I, however, only have one thing to focus on, and that's
fighting you and making you feel just how unpleasent it is to fall victim to
the Exit Wound. And, you will feel it, Kolic. Regardless of what may happen
during the match, whether or not the Union or Prime Time elect to show their
faces, you will feel the Exit Wound. You'll fight me, you'll remember it,
and you will do what you have to do to defeat me, or you will... be...
SILENCED.

(fade..)

>>>

(The Camera fades in on Witherspoon leaning against the wall of his locker room, a lit cigarette in his mouth.  The cherry brightens as he inhales.  He pulls the cigarette from his lips and exhales.)
 
Witherspoon:  Tonight I face Tobey Miliken, my most hated Enemy, and Axe, my former Tag team partner.  It should prove to be intresting.  I have no clue why I got partnered with Cash.  Sometimes it happens.  Fact of the matter is that it doesn’t matter.  I’m still going to win.  The facts are simple.
 
(Witherspoon takes another drag from his cigarette.)
 
Witherspoon:  See, Tobey is to frightened to face me in a match, because he knows that I can beat him.  He talks big but it really means nothing.  He won the World Television title by a fluke, and now he fears that I will express intrest in it again.
 
(Witherspoon takes another drag and blows the smoke towards the camera.)
 
Witherspoon:  One Day Tobey, I will come back for that title.  Make no mistake about it.  See you in the ring.
 
(FADE)

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(Two loud, rumbling growls from a Bengal tiger echo over the PA, and then an instantly recognizable Randy Rhoads guitar lick.) 
 
PA:  OH NO (OH NO)
        HERE WE GO (HERE WE GO NOW)
 
        OH NO (OH NO)
        HERE WE GO NOW
 
(“Flying High Again” by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the sound system.  The crowd goes absolutely crazy.  A close-up picture of a Bengal tiger staring directly into the camera appears on the Bruisertron.  At the top of the entrance ramp, three deafening, green pyro pops go off, one after the other. Strobe lights bathe the arena in flickering green light as Howitzer steps from behind the curtain and heads for the ring, wearing his hunter green and yellow-striped wrestling shorts and black boots with his black, shrunk to fit  "I DON'T LIKE YOU" t-shirt.  Howitzer is wheeling a wooden podium with a BMWF placard on the front of it down to the ring.)
 
J.R.:  And here comes Howitzer, making his way down to the ring for this press conference, that he announced yesterday on BMWF TV!  And he’s bringing his own podium!

KING: I thought this was BMWF TV!

JR: Ah, shut up, King!
 
King:  As if his matches weren’t boring enough, now we have to listen to him hold a PRESS CONFERENCE!!  If you need me, J.R., I’ll be napping under the desk.
 
J.R.:  Well I, for one, King, can’t wait to hear what Howitzer has to say!  He’s going to announce how he plans to spend the money he won at the million dollar challenge!
 
(Howitzer gets to the ring and hefts the podium up onto the ring apron and slides it underneath the bottom rope.  He climbs in the ring after it and gets it vertical again.  Howitzer then goes to the far turnbuckle and asks for a mic.  One of the ring crew hands him one, and he snaps it securely into a mic stand on the podium.  He leans in slightly to talk.)
 
HOWITZER:  Before we get down to business, I just wanna say thanks for havin’ me in LEXINGTON, KAY-Y!!!
 
(The crowd pops loudly for Howitzer.)
 
King:  For a guy who just won a million dollars, he’s still using some mighty cheap pops!
 
HOWITZER:  HORSE COUNTRY!!
 
(Crowd pop.)
 
HOWITZER:  THE COMMONWEALTH!!
 
(Crowd pop.)
 
HOWITZER:  AND I KNOW YOU’RE GONNA GO NUTS FOR THIS ONE…HOME OF THE KENTUCKY WILDCATS!!
 
(The basketball-crazy crowd at UK’s home gymnasium, most wearing Wildcat blue on at least one article of clothing, goes insane with glee.  It is several minutes before they finally quiet down.)
 
HOWITZER:  All right, now let’s get down to brass tacks.  Everybody’s been asking me, “Howitzer, what are you gonna do with all that money?”  And I didn’t really know.  I tried livin’ the life of a high-roller, going to fancy restaurants, shopping for shiny cars…just tonight, you probably saw me gettin’ a massage before Lowedown interrupted.  And I’m glad he did, because I decided that massages just ain’t my style.  The only time I’m droppin’ trou in front of a stranger is if he’s the doctor takin’ shrapnel outta my @$$.  So I don’t really think I’m gonna be buyin’ a lot of stuff outta the Robb Report.
 
King:  See, what have I been saying?  Howitzer’s boring!
 
HOWITZER:  And then I thought…maybe I oughta do somethin’ nice for one of my fellow BMWF Superstars!  It’s Christmas after all, right?  So whaddaya think of these ideas: 
 
1.  Buy Witherspoon his own Ferarri Enzo, so he doesn’t have to keep renting that one he always uses in his promos!
 
(Crowd pops with laughter.)
 
2.  Give Cash Flo a loan ...‘cause paying an entourage that big can’t be cheap, ya know?  And you just KNOW he’s gonna come around asking for the scratch to pay Schizo Skiz’s headshrinker bills!
 
(Crowd pops again, and boos at the mention of Cash Flo’s name.)
 
3.  Or how ‘bout this one, how ‘bout this one…give the money to Tobey Miliken to pay for some acting lessons!!  ‘Cause believe me, he’d need the full million dollars worth!
 
(The crowd boos Tobey vociferously.)
 
HOWITZER:  None’a that really grabbed me, ya know?  There had to be somethin’ better.  And then, it hit me.  How about some LIVE…MUSICAL…ENTERTAINMENT for Season’s Beatings?? 
 
(The crowd cheers.)
 
HOWITZER:  I’ve already cut a check for $250,000 to the National Geographic Society.  Because hey, somebody’s gotta stop every tree, shrub, and jungle from bein’ cut down.  And that leaves $750,000 to play with.  And so…with 750 grand, I have decided that for one night only, the BMWF is gonna have its very own house band, keeping the arena rockin’ and heads bangin’ ALL NIGHT LONG.  And the live band for Season’s Beatings…playin’ all their hits…the single greatest rock band of all time…
 
(Howitzer leans in with a mischievous smile, looking over the entire crowd and drawing out the suspense…)
 
HOWITZER:  METALLICA!!!
 
(The crowd erupts in thunderous applause and begins to chant.)
 
CROWD:  ‘TALL-IC-A!!  ‘TALL-IC-A!!  ‘TALL-IC-A!!  ‘TALL-IC-A!!
 
HOWITZER:  You’re damn straight, Lexington!!  Howitzer’s bringin’ Metallica to play live at Season’s Beatings!  And for that kind of money, Jaymz, Larz, Kirk, and Rob have agreed to sign anything for everybody in the arena…sign posters, books, CDs, take pictures…you name it, they’ll do it!
 
J.R.:  Metallica’s going to be playing live at Season’s Beatings!!  What a great idea!!
 
King:  Even I’m happy about this one!
 
HOWITZER:  Now I’ve got a Main Event to prepare for!  This press conference is OVER!!
 
(“Flying High Again” by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the PA as Howitzer smiles and acknowledges the crowd, then climbs out of the ring and heads back up the ramp.)
 
J.R.:  You heard it here, folks…Howitzer’s hired The Mighty Met to be the house band at Season’s Beatings!  We’ll be right back!

>>>>

(Bruiser is irate for the 6355277366th time. He goes up to Sgt. Slobber.)

BRUISER: Did you ok this Metallic appearance?

SLOBBER: No, did you? And it's Metallica, not Metallic.

BRUISER: WHAT?

CROWD: WHAT?

SLOBBER: I said it's...

BRUISER: I heard what ya said, ya slack-jawed jackass! No, get outta my office before I get all over you like ugly on a ape!

(As Slobber leaves you can hear things being smashed in the background...)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Kevin Storm

(The lights in the arena immediatly turn an icy blue.)

PA: Walk with me... Between Worlds...

("Bullet the Blue Sky" by P.O.D. plays, as Kevin Storm comes out from the back. The crowd immediatly displays a good reaction. One person holds up a sign, reading "I want to walk between worlds". Many people are holding up "Adams sucks" signs. He walks down the ramp, and enters the ring, microphone in hand. The lights return to normal.)

Kevin: Good evening, Lexington, Kentucky. Now, I have a match against a guy who likes to open his mouth a lot. You all know him. His name is Nate Adams.

(The crowd starts booing, and chanting "Adams Sucks")

Kevin: Yeah. This time, his mouth is going to get him into some trouble. A lot of trouble. You see, Nate Adams will have to pay up when he loses. Who wants to see Nate Adams take one in the wallet?

(The crowd starts to cheer.)

Kevin: Sounds like that's a yes. Well, Nate. It's time. Walk with me...

Kevin/Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS!

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Toronto, ON, Canada...
Weighing in at 226 pounds...

"The Complete Package" Nate Adams

(The lights blink as ‘Take it Away’ by the Used plays over the PA. The crowd begins to boo him as they know whose coming. Golden fireworks shoot off from the stage now as a figure walks out on stage. His knees are adorned with a pair of golden Knee pads. Over his midsection is a golden Speedo with the word Adams written across the butt in a white lettering with black trim. His writs are cover in a black tape and his hair is slicked back. He carries a miniature mirror in his right hand as Nate Adams walks out. He throws his arms in the air for his pose and then takes them down. He looks into the mirror and gives a picture perfect smile. He begins to walk down the ramp way slowly as he touches and shows off his perfect abs. He climbs the stairs and jumps over the ropes now as he smiles. He throws up his pose in the corner again as he smiles. The boos fill the arena but he shows no signs of care.)
 
KING: The kid has arrived and he’s here to take out the trash.
 
JR: If you’re talking about Kevin then I think you’re mistaken.
 
KING: You want to bet on it?
 
JR: I don’t bet King, but I will show you that Kevin is better.
 
KING: Just watch Nate.
 
(Nate goes and grabs a microphone as he looks toward the Bruisertron.)
 
Nate: Ha ha, here I am in the middle of nowhere, Hicks-ington Kentucky!
 
(The crowd boos him as he laughs.)
 
Nate: Oh, it’s ok folks. I’ll make this quick so you can save your breath. Now Kevin, tonight is going to be a night to remember. You see, I’m going to do something that no jobber has been able to do yet, end your career. So brace yourself for a beating in the good ol’ south; the land of nothing but cows and hillbillies!
 
(The crowd boos him as he drops the mic and waits fro Kevin.)

*DING DING* 

JR: Here we go folks, this match is ready to begin. Nate Adams takes a run at Kevin, he drops to his legs, and does a drop toe hold. Nate falls but gets back up. Kevin and him look at each other as they move forward. The each tie-up and push back and forth. Nate starts and kicks Kevin in the gut. He sends Kevin into the ropes and as he comes back he gives him a closeline.
 
KING: Nate Adams is thinking smart here, looks good in the early going.
 
JR: Nate picks Kevin off the mat and knees him in the stomach. Kevin grabs the knee but Nate just hits him over the head with a clubbing blow. Nate connects with a snap suplex taking Kevin to the mat. Nate runs off the ropes and returns with a forearm over Kevin’s throat.
 
KING: He loves that move, it’s always connecting as well.
 
JR: Nate climbs the top rope and stands as he taunts. Kevin gets to his feet and Nate takes the leap. He does a cross body pin taking Kevin out.
 
REF: 1! 2! KICKOUT!
 
KING: It was close already, what’s that tell you?
 
JR: Nothing yet.
Nate Adams executes an arm bar on Kevin Storm.
Nate Adams executes a sidewalk slam on Kevin Storm.
Nate Adams uses a diving elbow drop on Kevin Storm.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Nate Adams nails Kevin Storm with a flying cross bodypress.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Nate Adams whips Kevin Storm into the ropes.
Kevin Storm smacks Nate Adams with a devastating clothesline .
Kevin Storm nails Nate Adams with a mule kick.
Kevin Storm goes for a Yakuza kick, but Nate Adams ducks out of the way.
Nate Adams chops Kevin Storm.
Nate Adams punches Kevin Storm.
A fan at ringside badmouths Nate Adams.
Nate Adams hits Kevin Storm with a flying cross bodypress.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.

JR:  Nate gets to his feet as Kevin Storm is still down. He goes toward his legs as he grabs them. He twists them up and goes over him as he does a Texas Cloverleaf. Nate holds it in as Kevin hits around. He smiles to the crowd as he gets a shower of boos.
 
KING: Ha, these southerners really don’t know talent when they see it.
 
JR: Kevin starts to crawl as Nate holds in the lock. Kevin comes within inches of the ropes before his is dragged to the center of the ring. Nate applies more pressure as Kevin squirms in pain. He starts to crawl again but doesn’t get far. Nate smiles again until Kevin does a twist under him. He thrusts Nate away but he just returns with an elbow drop over his stomach.
 
KING: Ha ha, Nate Adams is in complete control here.
 
JR: Nate gets back to his feet as he lurks around Kevin. Kevin starts to get up but gets a running bulldog and is knocked onto the mat.

Nate Adams uses neckbreaker on Kevin Storm.
Nate Adams goes for a rear naked choke, but Kevin Storm blocks it.
Kevin Storm hits Nate Adams.
A small "Kevin Storm" chant is being started.
Nate Adams punches Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm kicks Nate Adams.
The crowd is starting to get behind Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm chops Nate Adams.
A small "Kevin Storm" chant is being started.
Nate Adams hits Kevin Storm.
Nate Adams goes for a snap suplex, but Kevin Storm blocks it.
Kevin Storm runs into the ropes.
Nate Adams hits Kevin Storm with a backdrop.
Nate Adams whips Kevin Storm into the ropes.
Nate Adams hits Kevin Storm with a shoulderblock.
Nate Adams whips Kevin Storm into the ropes, but Kevin Storm reverses it.
Nate Adams hits Kevin Storm with a kick.

JR: Nate Adams holds Kevin in the upside down position in front of him. He drops as he sits down and does a piledriver. Kevin lies on the mat out cold as Nate covers him.
 
REF: 1! 2! THRE-KICKOUT!
 
KING: Oh so close, it’s only a matter of time.
 
JR: Nate hits his hand over the mat and gets back up. He lifts Kevin with him and Performs a perfect dropkick. He gets back up as he takes Kevin with him. He performs a scoop slam and drops Kevin over the mat.
 
KING: Nate again with the upper hand.
 
JR: Nate gets to his back and jumps onto it. He wraps his arms over his neck and does a rear naked choke. Kevin holds onto the ropes as the ref sees.
 
REF: 1…2…3…4…Nate breaks it up.
 
JR: Nate beats his hand on the mat and stands to his feet. He kicks Kevin over the head now and then kicks him again. He goes on a kicking spree and then does one last hard shot.

Nate Adams executes a German suplex on Kevin Storm.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Nate Adams goes for a flying cross bodypress, but Kevin Storm counters it with
a powerslam.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Kevin Storm goes for a snapmare, but Nate Adams blocks it.
Nate Adams goes for a bulldog, but Kevin Storm throws him off.
Kevin Storm leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Kevin Storm runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Kevin Storm executes a flying spinning leg lariat on Nate Adams.
A small "Kevin Storm" chant is being started.
Kevin Storm executes cresent kick on Nate Adams.
The crowd is starting to get behind Kevin Storm.
Kevin Storm goes for a Yakuza kick, but Nate Adams ducks out of the way.
Nate Adams kicks Kevin Storm.
A fan at ringside badmouths Nate Adams.
Nate Adams kicks Kevin Storm.
Nate Adams is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Nate Adams goes for the Reverse DDT, but Kevin Storm blocks it.
Jack Slone removes the chair from the ring.
Kevin Storm goes for cresent kick, but Nate Adams blocks it.
Nate Adams hits Kevin Storm with an arm bar.
Nate Adams goes for the Reverse DDT, but Kevin Storm blocks it.
Kevin Storm attempts to place Nate Adams on the turnbuckle, but Nate Adams
blocks it.

JR: Adams takes Storm down with a sidewalk slam and it looks like he's going
for a Texas Cloverleaf! Storm just kicked him off and kicked to his feet!
What a vicious clothesline, and Adams is down! Storm takes to the top and
hits a great looking split-legged moonsault on Adams! The ref counts:
1...2.. kickout!

KING: That was pretty close!

JR: Yeah, but he just barely kicked out!

KING: And I almost lost $50!

JR: WHAT? Anyway... Storm gets back up and takes Adams down again with a
dropkick. He runs to the ropes. Looks like he's coming back with that Yakuza
Kick. Adams just pulled the ref right in the way of the Yakuza Kick, and
he's down!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: Adams got Storm from behind and just took him down in a nasty looking
german suplex! Now he's shoving him to the outside of the ring. In fact,
Adams is laying the boots to Storm right in front of us, King! Better grab
your crown. I don't like where this is going.

KING: I do! With fifty bucks, I can afford a new crown! HA HA!

JR: Adams picks up Storm and pegs him to the ground with a piledriver! He's
giving him what for. Adams pulls Storm back up and punches him into the
corner of the guardrail. He gives him an irish whip toward the ring, but
Storm reverses it! Adams goes crashing into the ring apron! Storm runs in
and nails Adams with the Yakuza Kick, taking him down! He's climbing on top
of the table, King!

KING: Boo!

JR: Don't boo the man, King!

KING: Why not? I gambled against him! It's the least I could do!

JR: Adams is starting to recover, and it looks like he's got a steel chair!
Oh my, and the ref is still down! Adams swings the chair and pegs Storm in
the back! Storm just fell off the table! Adams starts to line things up,
setting the chair on the ground. He just might be going for the Lights Out
on that chair!

KING: Now THAT'S wrestling!

JR: Adams sets him up for the Lights Out, but Storm counters it with a
Northern Lights Suplex onto the chair! That's gotta hurt! Storm finally gets
to his feet. He's looking at Adams. What's he thinking? Storm's climbing on
top of the table! No way!

KING: Ahh, no!

JR: Storm faces Adams. I think he's gonna do it!

STORM: Walk with me...

STORM/CROWD: BETWEEN WORLDS!!

JR: Wait, what the--

(As the commentary is momentarily broken up, Alexei leaps over the barrier
behind the table and climbs up on it. Once Storm turns around, Alexei knees
him hard in the midsection before grabbing him and driving him down
viciously through the table with the Exit Wound. As they fall, Storm's leg
slams violently into the chair JR was sitting in. Alexei then gets to his
feet and throws Storm back into the ring, hopping back over the barricade
and disappearing from whence he came.)

JR: Oh my! I'm sorry about that, folks, we got interrupted! What was the
deal with that?

KING: I don't know, JR, but I like the looks of this!

JR: Looks like Adams might be able to afford that $50, since he's about to
save a cool million Adams gets back in the ring and drapes an arm over
Storm!

Jack Slone is back on the job.

Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Nate Adams!

(Laughter echos from the speakers as a guitar riff begins.)

PA: AIEIEIE!

(The riff repeates itself and there is more laughter. The riff repeats for a third time.)

PA: LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT, LET ME KNOW! (LET ME KNOW!)
WE BOUT TO *BLEEP!* YOU STRAIGHT UP, LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT, LET ME KNOW! (LET ME KNOW!)
WE BOUT TO *BLEEP!* YOU STRAIGHT UP, LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
 
JR:  What’s goin on!
 
King:  Spoon is meddling in things again!
 
(Nate Adams and Kevin Storm stare up towards the stage as Witherspoon walks out wearing a pair of dark pants, his boots, and gloves.  He grins and then runs towards the ring, slidding in.  He jumps to his feet and nearly takes Nate Adam’s head off with a clothesline.)
 
JR:  Looks like Witherspoon is dealing out punishment to Nate Adams for what happened last week.
 
King:  YEAH!
 
(Witherspoon powerbombs Nate to the mat as Kevin Storm slides from the ring and backs away.  Witherspoon slides under the ropes and begins to feel under the ring.  He grins as he finds what he is looking for and Pulls out his Post Maul.  He slides into the ring, bringing the massive sledge hammer with him.)
 
JR:  This isn’t going to be good
 
(Witherspoon stands in the ring over Nate Adams.  He lifts the hammer into the air and brings it crashing down onto Nate’s stomach, causing him to double up and scream in pain.  Witherspoon slams the hammer into him again, eliciting more screams from Nate.  Witherspoon crouches down and slaps Nate’s face.  He then pulls a mic from the back of his Pocket.)
 
Witherspoon:  You done went and made me mad Nate.  Now you get to feel what the Wrath of the Madman is.
 
(Witherspoon picks Nate up and throws him from the ring so that his body slams into the guard rail.  Witherwspoon slides from the ring and lifts Nate’s Body up, slamming him into the steel steps.)
 
JR:  Witherspoon has gone to far.  Someone get security out here!
 
King:  Someone call the Morgue!
 
(Witherspoon grabs a steel folding chair from the Timekeeper and slams it against  Nate’s forehead, busting him open.  Witherspoon Raises the chair again and brings it down with so much power that the back of the chair snaps off and goes flying up into the air.)
 
*CLANG!!*
 
(Blood pours from Nate Adam’s forehead, the hoop of the chair around his neck.  Witherspoon lifts the chait up and hooks the legs around the turnbuckle, holding Nate Adam’s up)
 
Witherspoon:  Not so pretty now are we?
 
JR:  Witherspoon is taunting that man as he is bleeding like a stuck pig.  He is a sick and twisted individual!
 
Witherspoon:  I told you to back off and not make me mad, but you decided you wouldn’t listen to me.  Now you know what happens.  Stay out of my business Nate, or else the beatings will get worse.
 
(Witherspoon lightly slaps his cheek and walks up the ramp, carrying his Post Maul with him as “Let’s Go” blares from the speakers.  Paramedics rush out shortly afterwards to go and tend to Nate Adams.)
 
JR:  Witherspoon sending out a powerful message here tonight.
 
King:  Someone needs to lock him up!

JR: We'll be right back!

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PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown anf Flame step out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown appears to be a bit "under the influence" as he is
seen carrying a half empty bottle of champagne. Lowedown stumbles around the ring and tries to shake hands with some of the fans and stumbles over a female fan and nearly knocks her over. Lowedown pauses as he finally gets to the ring and looks up at the top rope and tries to leap up to the apron. Lowedown stumbles as he barely gets
both feet onto the apron as the pyro shoots out from all four corners. Lowedown drops his bottle, but it is caught by Flame who is shaking her head at her husband. Lowedown climbs ino the ring and
staggers over to Lily Garcia and still manages to ask for the microphone...)

King:I think Lowedown is totally out of his liver! He's completely drunk here!

JR:Lowedown might be having some trouble out here tonight. Maybe Lowedown should get himself some help out here!

King:Flame looks like she doesn't know what to do with her husband. She's obviously concerned here!

(Lowedown looks down as he asks for the champagne bottle as she fights him for it. Finally, she hands it to him and shakes her head in disgust. Lowedown takes a big drink and then burps right into
the microphone...)

King:That's disgusting!

Lowedown:I know this may sound a bit premature, but I am already celebrating our victory over Master Z and Howitzer! Who wants to drink with me?!?

(The crowd erupts as Lowedown holds onto the bottle of champagne high in the air before taking a huge swig and then smiles. Flame tries to pull the bottle away, but he wrenches it away from her and sends her flying against the ropes. Dozer tries to console his brother, but he shoves him away as well...)

Lowedown:Get the hell away from me! You went and screwed up the match last week and cost us the tag team titles ya stupid sonofableep! What kind of protection are you anyways? Z keeps whooping my @$$ every other week! Where the hell are you anyways? Are you stuffing your face at the buffet or sitting on the toilet?

(Dozer looks at his brother angrily as he leans into towards his brother. Lowedown takes another drink and takes a few steps back...)

Lowedown:You'd better get your BLEEP together or else you can go back to Pearl River and be a school cross guard like you used to be!

(Dozer leans against the ropes and shakes his head at his brother. Flame doesn't know how to react to her husband's drunken attitude...)

Lowedown:What am I surrounded by a family tree that doesn't fork or what? I got a brother who can't tell the difference between Master Z and Bat Masterson!

(Dozer suddenly turns around and shoves his brother to the mat and then flips him off...)

JR:Oh no! Dozer couldn't take it anymore! He just shoved his brother down to the mat and now he's leaving the ring!

King:The ropes were holding him up anyways! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown looks shocked as he sits up and then looks over at his wife who is as shocked as well. Lowedown tries to rise up, but stumbles and falls into the ropes. Lowedown slowly pulls himself up with help from the ropes. Flame walks over and tries to speak with her husband, but he puts his hand up...)

Lowedown:And what's your deal princess?!?

King:Uh-oh!

Lowedown:Not only are you as worthless as Dozer is outside the ring, you do nothing but watch Master Z nail me from behind!

(Flame walks over and grabs a microphone...)

Flame:What do you expect me to do?!? He's bigger than me! What can I do?

Lowedown:I expect you to do something besides sit there on your fat @$$ and help me out once in a while! Stop thinking all those bon-bons and rake that sonofableeps eyes or something! I'm sick and tired of having my face being planted on the d@mn concrete! First Dozer screws up on me and now you? I guess there's only thing you're good for!

(Flame looks shocked as she almost drops the microphone...)

Lowedown:And to be honest my dear...that BLEEP isn't that good anyways!

(The crowd let's out a collective "OHHHHHHHHHH!" as Lowedown leans in towards his wife who can't believe what Lowedown has just said...)

Flame:I don't believe you!

Lowedown:Well, you'd better believe it!

(Flame pauses as she tries to keep her composure, but then turns around with a stern look...)

Flame:Well, if my BLEEP isn't that good...I guess your sorry @$$ won't be getting any more of this BLEEP! You can just kiss my @$$!

(Flame leans back and slaps her husband right in the face. The crowd can't believe their eyes as Flame leaves a handprint along the side of her husband's face as she then slides out of the ring. Lowedown holds the side of his cheek as he slowly brings the microphone back up...)

Lowedown:Kiss you @$$ huh? KISS YOUR @$$?!? Well, it might take me a while seeing that your @$$ is getting bigger by the minute!

(The crowd lets out another "OHHHHHHHHHHH!" as Flame turns around and looks at Lowedown in shock and then covers her face and rushes up the rampway and makes her way through the entrance way. Lowedown looks at the crowd as they are beginning to boo him. Lowedown looks around for a moment and then leans against the ropes...)

Lowedown:Ah...GOOD RIDDANCE YA GOLD DIGGIN' HOOCHIE! WHO NEEDS YA?!? I'll just go down to a strip club and get me another girl like you who'll respect me!

(Crowd boos)

Lowedown:HEY Z! I might be drunk right now, but I could be half way in a coma and still whoop your @$$ here tonight! I'm gonna take you apart piece by piece and if Howie gets in my way, I'll handle him too! I'm sick and tired of that sonofableep thinking he can take the franchise of the BMWF down! None of these candy@$$e$ can handle the Lowedown! I am the leader of the Family and that's the way the ball bounces around here!

JR:He's not making any sense right now!

King:I think he's on that stuff they call "Crunk Juice" or something!

JR:He's got champagne King! Those are very expensive bottle of champagne!

King:Come on J.R! You can always slap an expensive label on a bottle of St.Ides malt Liquor! HAHAHAHA!

Lowedown:I mean just look at the package here peeps! I am the ultimate male here! There isn't a woman in this building who wouldn't want to be with this kind of man! Even that hideous lil' freak right there!

(Lowedown points to a young lady sitting in the second row who suddenly begins crying and places her face into the shoulder of one of the security guards. Lowedown leans over the top rope and looks on...)

Lowedown:Ah come on lil' lady! You should being crying tears of joy that I even acknowledged your sorry @$$! There's at least six or seven girls around here maybe decent enough to get some of this! What about you right there?

(Lowedown slowly steps out of the ring and is about to drop to the floor when he slips off the ring apron and nearly falls face first on the floor. Lowedown gets back on his feet and makes his way over to a couple who are staring at Lowedown quite angrily. Lowedown leans against the railing and smiles down at them...)

Lowedown:Say sweet thing. How are you doing tonight? Came to see me tonight?

(Lowedown brings the microphone close to her...)

Woman:Not anymore!

Lowedown:Why's that? What did I do?

Woman:You're being an @$$hole!

(The crowd starts chanting "@$$hole" towards Lowedown as he looks around the crowd and is in shock at the reaction from the crowd. Lowedown attempts to talk to her again...)

Lowedown:How am I being an @$$hole? All I'm doing is trying to find me someone new to be my girl that's all. I'm looking at you as a possible candidate here! You should be excited and not such a BLEEP to be quite honest!

(As Lowedown is staring down at the young lady, a man sitting next to her stands up. Lowedown rises up and looks right at him...)

Lowedown:Is something on your mind pal? Can't you see that I'm trying to make my moves on this young chick here? What's your problem?

(Lowedown brings the microphone up to the young man's mouth...)

Man:This "chick" is my wife Lowedown! That's what my problem is!

(Lowedown has a bit of a surprised look on his face as he pretends to be scared of this man...)

Lowedown:Oh...this is your wife? I had no idea there partner. I can't believe I was so rude to you about your wife and the way she's been eyeing me ever since I walked out that entrance way. I can't believe the way she slipped me her phone number as I was cruising around the ring shaking hands and you were getting nachos and beer for yourself!

(The man becomes irate as he tries to get closer to Lowedown as Lowedown taunts him a bit. The fan attempts to jump the railing, but is stopped by security. Lowedown is laughing as he pulls a piece of paper out of his back pocket...)

Lowedown:Hang on there a second partner! Let me ease your mind here for a moment and ask you a question. Just calm down a second and answer this question for me.

(The fan calms down for a moment as his wife looks on in confusion...)

Lowedown:Is your phone number...913-0021?

(The man suddenly stops trying to get past the security and looks at Lowedown in disbelief and then looks over at his wife who has turned away from him...)

Lowedown:And can I safely guess that your wife here goes by the name of...Anita?

(The man suddenly flips out and starts shouting at his wife who is shaking her head and begins crying. The man takes a swing at Lowedown, but Lowedown easily ducks out of the way and sprays the man with what's left of the champagne and then tosses the bottle to the ground. The man is being escorted away by security as Lowedown tries to comfort the young woman who is crying her eyes out...)

Lowedown:HEY! What did you expect him to do when he found out that you were being rocked by the man who has the biggest....talent in the business! Bring him back guys! Bring him back here for me!

(The security looks puzzled as they slowly bring him back towards the railing as he is spewing obscenities at Lowedown who is smiling at him and holds up another bottle...)

King:I think Lowedown brought enough bottles to stun a fraternity!

Lowedown:Come on man! Calm down a second and listen to me! I know it's hard when your woman is looking at someone like me. I mean, who can blame her? I am the single best looking man in the entire federation! I know it and apparently...your woman knows it!

(The man struggles against security as Lowedown takes another drink and laughs...)

Lowedown:I have an idea. How would you like a free shot?

JR:What? Lowedown is telling this fan that he can take a shot at him!

King:This isn't a good idea! Lowedown is drunker than I thought!

Lowedown:I think you should take the opportunity pal because if you don't defend Anita's honor here, it'll show everyone here and around the world that you are nothing but a useless piece of BLEEP! And Anita might just go home with a real man! So what do you say? You want a free shot there Sparky? Let him go boys! I want to see if this guy has a pair!

(Security finally releases the man who pulls his shirt back down and looks back at his wife who is gripping her fists and shouting at her husband to hit Lowedown. Lowedown leans in and is taunting the man. Finally, as the man balls up his fist and is about to swing, Lowedown slams the champagne bottle against the side of his head and knocks him out. The man falls right over his wife who stumbles to the ground as well. Lowedown begins to laugh hysterically as police begin to make their way down to the ring. The man appears to be bleeding as the young woman is screaming at Lowedown. One of the police officers attempts to restrain Lowedown only to be hip tossed over the railing and right next to the man he assaulted. Another police officer tries to subdue Lowedown by placing his nightstick around the throat of Lowedown. Lowedown grabs the nightstick with one hand and then drives his elbow into the ribs of the police officer and then throws him over his shoulder. More officers rush down to the ring and wrestle Lowedown to the ground. After a few minutes of struggling and pepper spray, Lowedown is finally subdued and picked up off the floor. Lowedown is still smiling as he is being wheeled away by the police. The couple is being escorted by EMT's and security as Lowedown is being forced up the rampway...)

JR:I do not believe what I have just witnessed! Lowedown has walked out here completely drunk out of his gourd and has assaulted a couple sitting in the crowd!

King:Not only that, but he assaulted a few police officers! I think Lowedown is about to go to jail!

JR:If Lowedown is sent to jail, Ryushi will be all alone!

King:Well, if he wasn't drinking like a fish all day...

JR:Folks, we'll be right back after we can some information on all of this!

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KING: Boy, Bedlam is starting to look like an infomercial!

>>>

(After the interference in his match, Kevin Storm is heading out of the
building, but not before Michael Bole can catch up to him for some
thoughts.)

BOLE: Kevin! I'm glad I caught you! You just lost your match against Nate
Adams, no thanks to Alexei Romanov. What are your thoughts?

STORM: What can I say, Michael? I agreed to the stipulations, so I'll live
up to my end of the bargain. I just have to keep my eye out for Alexei going
into next week and my tag team match.

BOLE: That's right, you have that tag team encounter looming against Tobey
Miliken and Nate Adams. So, I have to ask... you were really favoring your
leg after the match, do you think you'll be 100%?

STORM: I don't think I hurt my leg too badly, so I'll be more than ready for
my tag mat--

(Before Storm can even finish his sentance, Alexei comes up from behind
weilding a metal pipe of some kind, swinging it like a bat and striking
Storm in his injured leg. As Storm crumples over, Alexei stands over him,
taunting, Michael Bole's mic picking up what he's saying.)

ALEXEI: Ready, Mr. Storm? You weren't ready for me, now were you?!

(He swings again, driving the pipe against his leg like a sledgehammer, the
sound of the metal striking the ground sounding like a bell ringing in a
test of strength carnival game.)

ALEXEI: You will not disrespect me again, Mr. Storm! If you will not fight
me with all you have, then you won't fight again!

(Three more times, Alexei strikes Storm's leg, swinging the pipe with all
he's worth, causing as much damage as he can with every strike.)

ALEXEI: Learn your place, Mr. Storm! Learn your place! You are not above me!
You cannot treat me as an inconvenience! You cannot simply "tide me over"!
You have to fight me like it's the last match you'll ever have, else I'll
make it so!

(With one final strike on his leg, Alexei pulls Storm into a sitting
position by his hair and lowers his eyes right to his face.)

ALEXEI: Consider yourself silenced... Mr. Storm.

(His last swing has him teeing off on the back of Storm's head with that
lead pipe before dropping it beside Storm's unconscious body, the damage
more than done. As Alexei walks away, Bole hurries back over.)

BOLE: We need EMTs here, quick! Someone get the ambulance! Oh my God...

(Fade...)

>>>

(As the scene opens up Axe is seen getting out of a taxi cab with his belongings in hand. He pays the driver and exits the vehicle making his way towards the back entrance of the arena when he notices the camera and decides to say a few words.)

(The camera zooms in closer to Axe's appearance where we can see is still seriously banged up from last week's hardcore match against Cash Flo and interference attack made by Tamer. His head is heavily bandaged and looks quite sore as he lays his duffel bag down and leans against the brick wall of the building beginning to speak.)

Axe: So Cash Flo would you call last week's match a fluke too? I mean how many times are you going to make excuses for yourself and just makes yourself look pathetic...but wait a minute you are I forgot so I guess it doesn't matter.

Axe: I mean even those cronies that you hang out with are just as pathetic. Some washed up wrestler who can't get a job and the other guy...well he's not too bad but you take advantage of him and use him as your lackey...just disgusting.

Axe: But we meet again third time in a row and your teamed up with an old "friend" of mine...we were actually tag champs at one point in our lives until he decided to take another route...just another loser really just like you Cash...probably get along really well.

Axe: However I do really hope this is the last time I have to beat you in the ring...Tamer is the real person I am after who I'll be mentioning a little later.

Axe: Don't think I haven't forgotten Tamer because I don't like I always say...injuries heal but memories...they stay forever! Your really just digging a grave for you and your friends...but hey be my guest it's your funeral!

Axe: Now if you'll excuse me...it's Cash Flo Hunting Season!

JR: Oh no not again!

King: What?! I love Cash Flo Season JR!

JR: You would!

>>>

PA: THAT’S THE WAY, THE WAY IT IS
THAT’S THE WAY, THE WAY THAT WE LIVE,
DON’T BACK DOWN, DON’T EVER GIVE IN NOW!
COS’ THAT’S THE WAY THAT IT IS!

(A green spotlight shines down on the entrance way as ‘The Way it is’ by Powerman 5000 shatters the ear-drums of the sold out arena. Tai Hashi walks out of the curtains with one arm raised in the air, his index finger, little finger and thumb outstretched, some of the fans also join in. Tai walks down the ramp, the green spotlight following his every step as he slaps the fans hands before rolling into the ring. Tai Hashi grabs a microphone; the green spotlight still focuses on him and nothing else until finally it fades away.)

Tai Hashi: I came out here for a reason, usually that reason is to tell the crowd about how much I am going to kick my opponent to hell and back. Tonight, however, I have something else on my mind. Last week on Bedlam, yours truly had a one-on-one match in the main event with the World Champion, Master Z. A legend in this business, a man who can take down a lion if he wanted too, he took me down and pinned me to the mat one, two, three, end of story. While I was tired, weak and exhausted after my match who do I see walking down the ramp but the BMWFs resident jailbird, Ash! Ash, and me usually get along backstage, we’re usually on level terms but for some reason he decides to punk me out and hit me with The Lethal Injection!

(The crowd boos loudly.)

Tai Hashi: It’s not usual for me to demand something but tonight I’m not in my usual mood, I demand an explanation by Ash! I demand a reason to why he attacked me last week! I demand that the yellow-bellied coward gets his bleep out here right now!

(The crowd cheers at the thought of a possible riot between these two.)

PA: CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES….I’VE REACHED MY LAST RESORT..

(“Last Resort” by Papa Roach blasts throughout the arena, the crowd boos in unison as Ash walks out on stage with a grin. He stops at the top of the ramp and soaks in the hatred towards him before starting down to the ring. As he walks down the ramp, he is forced to dodge flying debris from the audience. He grabs a fan’s sign reading “Tai is my hero” and laughs before tearing it up and throwing the pieces back into the fan’s face. Ash rolls into the ring and stands in the opposite corner from Tai, the two stars stand staring holes right through each other.)

JR: Tai Hashi is definitely not happy with Ash!

(The music fades away; Tai Hashi raises the microphone to his lips.)

Tai Hashi: Do you understand the pain I went through last week after you hit me with The Lethal Injection? I demand a reason to why you attacked me after my match with Master Z last week!

Ash: (In a mocking high voice) Do you under the pain I went through. I demand a reason.

(Ash laughs and then resumes his normal voice.

Ash: Settle down Short Round, I wouldn’t want you to pop a stitch or anything. I attacked you for the same reason I do everything in the federation. I did it because I wanted to, and because I could. But I doubt that’s going to sit well enough with you so let’s say I attacked you to teach you a lesson.

Tai Hashi: A lesson?

Ash: I didn’t realize there was an echo in here. You see Tai, I suppose I wanted to teach you a lesson. A lesson that the match you had last week isn’t your right. You don’t even stand a chance in the main event, let alone deserve to be in it. Especially not with myself and guys like me in the back sweating in out in the ring for a shot like that. So yes Tai, I wanted to teach you that a lesson about deserving what you get, maybe that’s something that you and these useless morons…

(The crowd boos and throw more plastic cups at Ash.)

Ash: …you and these useless morons can’t understand. It’s time you learn that coming out and getting over with these moron fans doesn’t qualify you for the spotlight. If you think that you’re deserving then you can go through me to prove it. Because I am greater than you ever were, are or ever will ever be!

Tai Hashi: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You attacked me because you thought it was unfair that I had a main-event match? Hmm, I smell jealousy there Mr. Ash! You’re just jealous because I have far more talent than you and you’re jealous that these totally awesome fans in the crowd tonight…

(Cheers from the crowd.)

Tai Hashi…these totally awesome fans in the crowd tonight are on MY side and agree with what I say and whenever you open your stinky, jailbird mouth these fans don’t want to listen and basically don’t give a flying bleep what you think! Is that it, Ash?

(Tai Hashi and Ash are basically touching noses in the middle of the ring, trash talking each other.)

KING: AAAGH! I think we’re going to see a brawl here, JR!

JR: It certainly looks like it, King. These two are at each other’s throats right now.

Ash: It’s like I said… you want to be the man, you can go through me to prove it.

(Ash shoves The Rock Star causing him to fall back a little, Tai Hashi looks to be keeping his cool when all of a sudden he pounces on Ash, Ash doesn’t fall over but Tai still clings on and punches Ash with closed fists. Ash rolls Tai over and the two continue to exchange blows as officials separate the two.)

JR: ‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi and Ash are not on level terms tonight, what’s going to happen next?

(The scene fades away as we see a hotheaded Tai Hashi and an irate Ash exchanging verbal insults.)

Fade…

>>>

(The scene opens The Prime Time locker room. Kolic is sanding in the middle
of the locker room like he usually does, but the locker room is cluttered
with various items belonging to other people. Kolic is wearing his ring
attire and his PT members jacket.)

Kolic: Ladies and gentle...

Tamer: CUT!

Kolic: What?

(Tamer steps out from behind the camera)

Tamer: I never start off with "Ladies and gentlemen"!

Kolic: You never said I couldn't.

Tamer: Sigh...you're trying to do this like me, right?

Kolic: Yeah.

Tamer: Then you should know what I do and do not do...do.

Kolic: That's one too many...

Tamer: I know! Let's get it right this time. And...ACTION!

Kolic: Prime Time suffered a great loss last week...

Tamer: CUT!

(Kolic, looking exasperated, waits as Tamer walks out again)

Tamer: What are you doing?

Kolic: Why are you asking me? You're the director, you're supposed to know
everything associated with this production.

Tamer: You're the worst subject I've had to deal with.

Kolic: I'm the only subject you've had to deal with.

Tamer: That's beside the point...

Kolic: Last time I checked, I'm the one making the points.

Tamer: Stop talking back! Anyway, you don't use that language! We didn't
"suffer a great loss", we "encountered a minor setback".

Kolic: Dude, I know spin when I see it. I watched the debates, where John
Kerry said he "voted for the war before he voted against it." What he really
meant was, "I voted for the war when the polls were for it, but when they
were against it, I changed my mind."

Tamer: You suck at telling jokes.

Kolic: I know. So are we shooting this or what?

Tamer: Not if you're going to be uncooperative.

Kolic: Fine.

Tamer: And...ACTION!

Kolic: Last week was not Prime Time's week. I lost to Mafioso, Ezekiel fell
short his second match in his best of five series, and Tamer and Vernon were
defeated thanks to Mafioso's interference. To put it mildly, we were ub3r
l33t pwn3d...

Tamer: CUT!

Kolic: Now what?

Tamer: If I've to