| BMWF
Bedlam Part II Date : 12/13/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Rupp Arena Lexington Kentucky
  
  
(Witherspoon and Judge are talking together when
Scotty and Ash walk into the room.)
Witherspoon: We messed those fools in the "New" union up last week
Judge: Scotty, I know you too well...I know you have something else
planned for tonight.
Scotty: I have taught ya well Judge.
Ash: You know Scotty, to hear you talk you’d think that you were the
only one that helped the Judge get to where he is. There were two of
us involved in this training if you remember, and I’d hardly think
we’ve taught him every trick up our sleeves.
Witherspoon: Please tell me we are doing something tonight. They
need to pay for crossing me last week.
Ash: Whatever we decide to do Spoon, we gotta make sure our timing
is exact. The New Union will be on their toes tonight, and if we
aren’t careful we won’t get anything but an *bleep* kicking tonight
for our troubles.
Scotty: Exactly.... I have presents for the three of ya's.
(As Scotty hands out the presents, Ash leans over to him.)
Ash:What gives?
Scotty: It's Christmas time.... And this Syndicate ain't gonna let
the time go wasted.
Judge: Thanks man, I didn't even get you anything.
Witherspoon: And here I didn't get ya nothin Scotty.
Ash: What a wasted holiday. Maybe it’s just me and not getting
anything growing up or in jail, but I never seem to get that warm
and fuzzy feeling this time of the year. Only thing I see is that it
gets colder, everything gets more crowded, and a lot of people waste
a lot of money.
Judge: (holding up his present) A black suit? Very spiffy Scotty...
Witherspoon: Nice Suit. A little dressier then I usually go, but
there's a first time for everything.
Ash: Nice rags, but I don’t do monkey suits champ.
Scotty: Ok... Ok... If ya's all look deeper in the boxes... Ya might
see somethin' else.
(The Judge holds up a monkey wrentch. Witherspoon holds up
sledgehammer. Ash holds up a book called "How to Win Friends and
Influence People")
Ash: Real funny Scotty, next thing you know you’ll be on Letterman.
Witherspoon: Nice. A little smaller then my Post Maul, but I could
swing this quicker.
Scotty: I stole that from a guy that use ta rassle here a long time
ago... His name was Ray Mistera.
Judge: What about this monkey wrench? Who used this?
Scotty: I used that muhself on more than just a couple of stunods.
Ash: Ok, enough with the history lesson, what you have cooking
between your ears?
Scotty: They started a war last week.... This week we end it right
here. They thought they were cute bringin' up what I buried... Now
the fun ends here....
Ash: I couldn’t agree more Scotty, but remember that our first
commitment is to these two. We have to make sure we don’t jeopardize
our beliefs that they can become champions. I know how you lose
sight of the prize when you’re angry so let’s try to avoid that.
Witherspoon: Hey, I remember what we're doing here. You don't have
to worry. I'll do whatever needs to happen in order to get to the
top.
Judge: I will do whatever it takes to make a name for myself in the
BMWF. Too long has the spotlight come and gone over me, it's about
time that everyone learns the name of The Judge! And the one way for
that to happen is for me to become BMWF World Champion!
Scotty: Spoken like a true couple of wiseguys from the old
neighborhood. Ash.... I know ya not use ta wearin' no suit... So if
it don't make ya feel comfortable... Don't wear it.
Ash: Clothes don’t make the man Scotty. But seeing as it’s a gift,
I’ll slide this on before I give it to good will or something.
Scotty: Now let's go out there and show the entire the BMWF... The
Syndicate has arrived and is in full force.
>>>
("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as the
words.... Mob Rules flash over
the Bruisertron. Scotty walks out dressed in a black suit, black
shirt, and a
rose in his lapel. The Judge and Witherspoon are dressed like him as
they join
him. They stop halfway down to the ring. "Suddenly, "Last Resort" by
Papa Roach
blasts over the PA. Ash walks out dressed to the hilt in a matching
black suit.
Ash and Scotty have their BMWF World Tag Team titles draped over
their
shoulders. When they reach the ring, Judge and Witherspoon hold open
the ropes
for them. They walk to the center of the ring.)
Ash: I find it funny thinking out the new union. When the old union
only had flashes of greatness anyway. I find it amusing that people
would choose to emulate a design that didn’t work and was dragged on
and finally abandoned because it didn’t work. I find it amusing that
somebody could hope to recreate something that held the talent of
Scotty and Lowedown by using Shane Perish and Hardcore Harry. And
most importantly I find it amusing that a group of no talent jokers
like that could think they would even be able to hold a candle for a
moment against a stable the likes of the Syndicate. But all this
isn’t important because what you can’t tell, you have to teach. And
believe it when I tell you that we will teach this shambles of a
stable a lesson about domination.
(Ash tosses the mic to the Judge.)
Judge: Ezekiel, tonight is Match Three out of Match 5 where I
currently lead you 2-0. Chances are, you are probably going to lose
tonight. But don't take it seriously Ezekiel, you're just in my path
towards making myself a household name like Scotty and Ash. So
tonight, when I pin you for the 1..2...and 3 and take away your
Intercontinental title, just take it like a man and go back to
writing poems or whatever you freaks like to do.
Witherspoon: Tonight, I face Tobey Miliken and Axe in a tag match.
Shouldn't be a problem at all. Miliken is a punk, and Axe... Axe
can't compare to me. The only thing that is keeping this match from
being great, is that worthless loser, Cash Flo is my Partner. What's
up with that. All Cash is good at is talking. No matter. I'll still
win.
Scotty: Dale Anderson.... Yer days of bein' able ta walk are just
'bout numbaed.
Ya walk 'round here talkin' a semi-decent talk... But ya ain't shown
anyone a
d@mned thin' yet. Then ya made yer worst mistake eva... Ya said muh
name wit a
lil' too much bass in that voice of yer's.... What'cha thinkin'
boy... Think yer
grown? hink yer a man now just 'coz ya made it ta the BMWF? I got
news for ya...
There been many that have been here that thought they were men...
More than a
few have crossed muh path... Look back at the record books... 7AJ
thought he was
a man... Loki thought he was a man... Michael Thompson thought he
was a man...
The Apostles thought they were men... Even Madman Randy Poffo
thought he was a
man.... Where are they now? 7AJ is workin' a Seven-Eleven.... Loki
is washin'
cars.... Thompson got so humilated he disappeared off the face of
the Earth...
The Apostles... The only tag team eva ta get run off by a one man
wreckin'
crew.... I think they're doin' Mission work in Africa now.... Poffo...
I sent
his old a$$ ta the retirement village... And some of them... Note I
said some
of them were so-called legends... They all had the same thin' in
common... They
all feared me...
(The crowd boos)
Scotty: What makes ya different? Notta.... Ya been struttin'Â round
here like a
banton rooster... But ya know what happenes when that banton meets a
Rhode
Island Red? He gets his head bashed in... Yer a peon... A nuthin' ta
me... So
tanight is like I'm takin' a night off... Beatin' the Hell outta ya
is gonna be
like an early Christmas present... Now I know 'lot of ya out there
are wonderin'
when I'm gonna say somethin' 'bout those freaks of nature the new
Union....
Let's start wit Mafioso... He thought himself ta be a real tough
guy.... A
lightweight tough guy... Go figa.... Then ya got Jacklyn.... I seen
street
<bleeps> that looked betta.... Shane.... I beat yer a$$ back when ya
were a snot
nosed kid tryin' ta get that turkey leg durin' family get tagethas...
Now we got
big bad Hardcore Harry.... Harry, ya been tryin' ta prove ta
everyone how great
ya are... I know deep down ya been wantin' ta brag 'bout pinnin' me
at
Survival... Rememba before ya speak... I pinned half yer d@MNED team
by
muhself.... I also rememba.. I may have taught ya 'lot... But I
ain't taught ya
half what I know. Now... Dale and the new Union.... Beat us... If
ya's can...
Survive... If we let ya's.....
LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.
Hailing from Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...
Kolic
(A bright flash of light suddenly fills the arena,
revealing a brown cross
on white background on the Bruisertron. A smooth guitar riff kicks
in,
followed by drums and a spoken voice)
PA: YOU MOCK ME BECAUSE I'VE CHANGED...
(The same riff and drums sound)
PA: I PITY YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T...
(Pyros flash as the rest of "In Me" by Kutless plays. Kolic walks
out to
thunderous applause and cheers. He runs down to the ring and slides
under
the ropes. He climbs a turnbuckle and raises his fist to the
audience, then
jumps down and waits for the match to start.)
LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Ukraine...
Weighing in at 345 pounds...
Alexei Romanov
(As the mellow opening notes of "Lying From You" by
Linkin Park start up
over the PA, the lights drop and the image of a pulsing amplitude
meter
appears on the Bruisertron, reverberating to the beat of the music.
Once the
heavy guitar chords begin, however, the lights come back to life and
the
stage lights pulse faster. Alexei Romanov steps out onto the stage,
his
trenchcoat kicking up behind him and he gives the crowd a once over
before
heading to the ring. Sliding in under the bottom rope, he perches on
a
turnbuckle and lifts his arms to either side of him, slightly bent
at the
elbow and shoulder, in a modified crucifix. He holds it a moment
before
hopping down to the canvas, pulling off his trenchcoat and tossing
it
outside the ring.)
*DING DING*
JR: There's the bell!
JR: Alexei and Kolic stand off in the ring! Kolic
runs against the ropes and
tries to knock Alexei down with a shoulderblock, but can't! Kolic
tries
again, but again fails?
King: Hey JR, isn't the definition of insanity doing the same thing
twice to
get a different result? You'd think Kolic would know that! HAHA!
JR: Kolic tries again, Alexei runs at Kolic, but Kolic rolls to the
side and
trips Alexei, sending him onto the middle rope! He's signaling for
the
Binary Blast, rebounds off the far ropes, and hits it! Alexei is
staggering
in the ring! Kolic handstands on the top rope...and hits the slide
rule,
finally knocking the big man down! Kolic, using his momentum, climbs
the top
rope and gets set, Alexei stands, and Kolic hits a plancha...wait,
Alexei
caught him! He's lifting Kolic for a military press, throws Kolic
into the
air...wait! Kolic turned around and hit a dropkick on Alexei's back,
sending
him out of the ring!
King: How can he do this? Alexei is almost twice as big as Kolic!
JR: Kolic's getting pumped! He runs toward Alexei and hits a monster
plancha
outside the ring! Both men are out!
KING: What a maneuver!
JR: I don't believe it! You're giving a compliment!
KING: No, I'm just wasting some time while they
recover and get back into the ring!
JR: Kolic almost takes Alexei Romanov's head off
with a clothesline
Kolic is going for the cover.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic executes a punch on Alexei Romanov.
Kolic hits Alexei Romanov.
Kolic further incites the crowd.
Alexei Romanov chops Kolic.
Kolic punches Alexei Romanov.
Kolic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Kolic punches Alexei Romanov.
Kolic further incites the crowd.
Alexei Romanov hits Kolic.
There are lots of chants for Alexei Romanov.
Kolic punches Alexei Romanov.
JR: Alexei shoots Kolic into the ropes and takes him down in a
vicious
looking powerslam! He pulls Kolic to his feet and tags him with a
few elbows
before whipping him into the corner. Alexei comes in, but Kolic
tries to
fend him off with several forearm shots of his own. Nothin' doing,
though,
as Alexei nails Kolic with a kneelift to the midsection!
KING: That'll turn up your lunch!
JR: Alexei props himself in the corner and starts to hammer away on
Kolic!
CROWD: ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. SIX.. SEVEN.. EIGHT..
NINE..
(Alexei stops, raises his arms to his sides, and prepares to land
the final
punch.)
JR: Kolic has him! What a nasty looking powerbomb, right out of the
corner!
KING: He pulled his hair!
JR: What're you talking about, King? He can't even reach his hair!
KING: I saw it, JR, so don't try and cover for him!
JR: Kolic has him for the pin!
The ref counts: 1...2...kickout!
JR: Kolic has perched himself over Alexei and he's starting to lay
into the
big man with some quick punches to his head and shoulders!
He finally lets up and pulls Alexei back to his feet. Kolic shoots
him to
the ropes and swings a clothesline, but Alexei ducks under it and
comes back
the opposite way with a leaping elbow strike!
He pulls himself over for the cover!
The ref counts: 1...2...kickout!
JR: No such luck. Alexei's got the upper hand again and throws Kolic
outside
the ring. They're battling it out between the apron and the
barricade, and
Alexei just shoved Kolic backwards into that barricade!
KING: That'll leave a mark!
JR: Alexei lines him up, nailing Kolic with two elbow strikes before
taking
a step back and moving in with his rolling elbow strike! Kolic ducks
it and
starts to lay into Alexei with several punches of his own! Kolic
just
grabbed Alexei and whipped him into the side of the ring!
KING: That'll leave a mark!
JR: Uh.. King? Nevermind. Kolic grabbed Alexei by the hair and he's
starting
to beat his head into the ring apron!
CROWD: ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR.. FIVE.. SIX.. SEVEN.. EIGHT..
NINE.. TEN!!
JR: Alexei's out and Kolic just dropped him to the ground!
KING: That'll leave a mark!
JR: King, what're you doing?
KING: I just realized how easy it is to be a color commentator, JR!
HA HA!
JR: Oh, for the love of... Anyway, Kolic's got a pretty good upper
hand in
this match, and he tosses Alexei back in the ring... right over the
middle
rope!
KING: Oh, wake me up when it's over, JR! YAHH!
JR: Kolic runs to the ropes and nails Alexei with the 619. He's
handstanding
on the top rope! He's going for the Slide Rule! Alexei runs over to
him,
though, and grabs his legs, violently snapping him down the mat with
an
Alabama-Slam-style spinebuster!
KING: That'll leave a ma--!
JR: Shut up, King!
Alexei Romanov takes Kolic down with a Gorilla
Press.
Alexei Romanov extends his arms out in the crucifix pose.
There are lots of chants for Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov throws Kolic back into the ring.
Alexei Romanov is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Kolic goes for the Binary Blast, but he can't do it.
Alexei Romanov counters it with a side step.
Alexei Romanov goes for an atomic drop, but Kolic flips over.
Kolic hits an inside cradle on Alexei Romanov.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic executes a spin kick on Alexei Romanov.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov hits Kolic with an elbow.
Alexei Romanov uses a superkick on Kolic.
The crowd is really behind Alexei Romanov.
JR: Kolic and Alexei trade punches.
Alexei punches Kolic with a right hand, and Kolic falls down.
Alexei whips Kolic into the ropes.
Alexei attempts a clothesline, but Kolic ducks it.
Kolic hits the ropes and hits Alexei with a knee to the gut.
Kolic hits a Russian legsweep.
King: Alexei is from Russia! That's either a tribute or mockery!
JR: I don't think the new Kolic would mock his opponent.
King: New Kolic? Didn't they get rid of that in the 80s?
JR: No, that's...never mind. Kolic goes for the pin!
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic executes a spin kick on Alexei Romanov.
Kolic nails Alexei Romanov with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic goes for a punch, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov hits neckbreaker on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov gives the sign for the Exit Wound.
Alexei Romanov executes the Exit Wound on Kolic.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Alexei Romanov executes an atomic drop on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov takes Kolic down with a spinebuster.
Alexei Romanov is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Alexei Romanov hits Kolic with an atomic drop.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Kolic goes for a hurricanrana, but Alexei Romanov counters it with a
piledriver.
Alexei Romanov extends his arms out in the crucifix pose.
The crowd is cheering on Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov misses with a clothesline.
Kolic hits Alexei Romanov with a clothesline.
Alexei Romanov falls out of the ring.
Kolic goes outside.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Alexei Romanov goes for neckbreaker, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic hits Alexei Romanov with a spin kick.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Alexei Romanov hits Kolic with a Russian legsweep.
Alexei Romanov uses an elbow smash on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov throws Kolic back into the ring.
Alexei Romanov hits a Gorilla Press on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov executes a spinebuster on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov covers Kolic.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Alexei Romanov goes for neckbreaker, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov hits Kolic with a clothesline.
Kolic falls out of the ring.
Alexei Romanov rolls out under the bottom rope.
Alexei Romanov whips Kolic into the guardrail.
Alexei Romanov goes for a European uppercut, but Kolic counters it
with
a backslide.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Kolic whips Alexei Romanov into the guardrail.
Al Johnson counts: 2.
Kolic gets back into the ring.
Alexei Romanov rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Kolic goes for a 619, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov whips Kolic into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov hits Kolic with a backdrop.
Alexei Romanov hits Kolic with an elbow smash.
Alexei Romanov goes for a European uppercut, but Kolic counters it
with
a backslide.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
JR: Alexei and Kolic are both exhausted after a long
match. Kolic tries to
whip Alexei into the ropes, but Alexei reverses. Alexei tries a
clothesline,
but Kolic runs under. Kolic hits the ropes, and...BINARY BLAST! That
came
out of nowhere! He goes for the pin!
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
*DING DING*
LILLY: The winner is Kolic!
JR: We'll be right back!
JR: Kolic has won the match! Alexei stumbles to his
feet, and Kolic turns
around just in time to see him!
King: Yahh! We could see a brawl!
JR: They're staring each other down!
King: Kolic is so much smaller, the only one doing the staring down
is
Alexei!
(Kolic extends his hand for a handshake. After looking at it for a
few
seconds, Alexei shakes Kolic's hand. Kolic exits the ring as "In Me"
by
Kutless plays.)
JR: A great match from both competitors! We'll be right back!
>>>
(Michael Bole is standing backstage with "Mr.
Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt and Mr. Clancy R.
Beauregarde.)
Bole: Vernon Vanderbilt, tonight you go one on one with William
Black. Many are saying the odds
are against you -
Vernon: Please, Michael, tell me more.
Bole: Well, for starters, you were gone for six months, so ring rust
might be an issue.
Vernon: It sure was at Survival, Michael.
Bole: Point taken. But it's also your first solo match since you
returned.
Vernon: Yes.
Bole: A hardcore match.
Vernon: Yes.
Bole: Against William Black, who has been on a roll as of late, and
who is also highly skilled in
this style of match.
Vernon: Yes. What else?
Bole: He also has Spirit, who has shown she has no qualms about
getting physically involved in
her man's matches.
Vernon: Okay, Michael. I'm going to cut you off now because,
frankly, I'm just tired of
listening to your laundry list of supposed shortcomings on my part.
Please, allow me to rebut.
Bole: Go ahead.
Vernon: Firstly, as I have already shown, ring rust is not an issue
with me. Second, who cares
if this is my first singles match in over six months? I am a singles
specialist, Michael. In
case you've forgotten, I've held many singles titles here in the
BMWF.
Bole: True.
Vernon: And since when do hardcore rules work against me? I am the
king of the Castro Street
Brawl, in case you've forgotten. I am pure hardcore, Michael. My
blood, my soul, is pure,
hardcore, street. I am hardcore to the max, Michael.
Bole: Okay.
Vernon: And besides, William Black? The man is a primitive beast,
Michael. And that two-bit
crotch-pheasant, Spirit? Let's just say, if she decides she wants to
stick her grimy,
unexfoliated face into this match, she'll get what she's got coming
to her.
Bole: You mean you're saying you'd actually hit a woman?
Vernon: Don't be coy, Michael. It's not like it would be the first
time.
Bole: Well, what about the fact that you're coming off a loss from
last week?
Vernon: A loss due to outside interference, Michael. Let's not
forget that important point.
Bole: True enough. So essentially, what you're saying is that you
don't plan on losing this
match against William Black?
Vernon: Damn straight, Michael. I am going to utterly discombobulate
the man. I mean, it's
fairly obvious that he's not expecting the ferocity, the
viciousness, the pure evil that I am
going to bring to this match tonight. I have a reputation to
maintain, Michael, and I will do
what it takes to do so. Tonight, the Furnace of Fabulosity is going
to burn so bright, I'll have
to wear shades. William Black? He's going to get burnt to a crisp.
Bole: Well, what about -
Beauregarde: That's enough questions for now, Bole. My boy has to go
get hisself ready for this
match now. C'mon son. There'll be time for talkin' when you win
t'night.
(Vernon and Clancy exit.)
Bole: On with the show!
FADE OUT
>>>
(The scene opens up on Dale walking through the
parking lot. He continues to walk as the camera closes in on him. He
soon begins to speak.)
Dale: Finally, I can get my revenge on Scotty, and show him what I
am made of. I hate being made a fool of, I must step up and stop
this idiocy. Right now Scotty, you are not on my good side, and I
advise you to pray for me to spare your life tonight. In fact, I
might spare your soul, but prepare to suffer the same fate I had to
at Survivor. Prepare to be put into infinite pain, agony beyond
belief. There is no escaping from me tonight. I know you wont run
because you are a fighter. I expect you to try and lock in that
scottamission that brings so much pain to people. But I will refuse
it as best I can.
(Dale reaches the BMWF corridor and begins walking through it. He
passes by people who are looking in a way to where it looks as if he
has no hope.)
Dale: Look at these people. They act as if I have no chance of
winning my match tonight. They act as if I will be punished tonight.
Well, if that is my fate, so be it. But I will put up a fight no
matter what! I refuse to go down without a fight as I did at the PPV.
But you should see it this way, I was against tough people there. I
am going against a tough person tonight. But I bet Scotty isn't
ready for what I have in store for him! Oh no, he isn't ready for
the move I have created to send pain through his body that is so
agonizing that he passes out. You will be seeing this powerful move
tonight!
(Dale turns a corner and sits in an empty chair sitting in the
hall.)
Dale: Scotty, I know I take things a little too personally, but that
is how I am, and if you have a problem with that, I might just have
to kick your @$$ more than I thought. Scotty, tonight will be a
night to be remembered, and I will be sure to make it worth
remembering. Tonight will be a night that I make you feel the same
pain I have felt. And the same pain I had to deal with for two
weeks, the pain of defeat. And mark my words, tonight will be the
night I get vengeance. I heard your slogan, Beat you if I can,
Survive if you let me... Well, I believe I can beat you. And you can
try to destroy me but I will be a survivor.
(Dale pulls a water out of the suitcase he is carrying. He opens it
and takes a drink. He closes it and puts it beside him.)
Dale: Tonight is the night to regain my composure. Scotty, I will
meet you in that ring tonight, I hope you show up!
(Dale grabs his water, stands up and walks off as the scene fades.)
>>>
(Judge meets Scotty in the hallway. He is scratched
up and has teeth marks all over him.)
Judge: Whoah, what happened? Did that punk Dale Anderson try to pull
a fast one on you?
Scotty: Been trainin' wit muh personal traina.... He is one tough
guy.... Put ya through one hellava workout....
Judge: Personal trainer? You have a personal trainer? How come I
didn't know about this?
Scotty: Ya wanna try a workout wit him?
Judge: Hey, if he helped you win those World titles, then why not?
(Scotty opens the door and an angry rotweiller is standing just a
foot away from the door.)
Scotty: He's all yer's...
(The Judge's eyes pop out of his head and he slams the door shut.)
Judge: MMMaybe another time...
(The Judge rushes off.)
Scotty: Yer loss.
>>>
(As the Bruisertron comes alive we see Michael Bole
who is standing beside Axe whom is still wearing his street clothes
consisting of a "Rounders" t-shirt with a white long sleeved shirt
underneath and a pair of Levi's straight-leg jeans with black
Converse sneakers. The crowd can be heard booing as Axe smokes a
Marlboro Red cigarette while waiting for Bole to start who gets the
signal...)
Bole: Hello BMWF alongside me is A-
Axe: They know who I am Bole. At least they should know who I am.
And if they don't know...they'll remember me at this month's
upcoming Pay-Per-View Season's Beatings as the man who was
responsible for the "Fall of Tamer."
Bole: Um...okay.
Axe: I didn't think you'd understand but you have a reason and it's
because your a moron.
Bole: Axe is it really necessary for you to insult me all the time I
m-
Axe: Hey...hey...hey! Hold on just a second. This isn't Dr. Phil and
I am not interested in your "Feelings" or your "Emotions" or what
you think. Now start asking me some questions because it's Cash Flo
Hunting.
Bole: Well first off this Cash Flo Hunting?
Axe: Basically I beat the dog crap out of Cash Flo and anybody who
steps in my way that's with him...which would be Flawless and Skiz.
But he's been removed he's alright just as long as he doesn't try to
defend his "friends."
Bole: Are you trying to start something with Cash Flo?
Axe: Oh no! And I hope this is the last match I have with him
because like I've been saying tonight I have "something" with Tamer
as I am sure you know about.
Bole: Yeah could we talk about your tag team match first?
Axe: (Sighs) Fine.
Bole: Your partner tonight is Tobey Miliken a man you use to hate
why the change of heart?
Axe: I guess you could say that BMWF Survivor helped...you see I was
on the same team and we just learned to reason. He's a not a bad guy
to be with and tonight we're definitely going to make short work of
Cash Flo and that no good trader Witherspoon.
Bole: Trader?
Axe: He turned Bole. He didn't want to be the "Bad guy" now look at
him. He thought what I did to Dizi was wrong and is as angry as
Tamer and the rest of "Prime Time" are.
Bole: Well it was wrong Axe.
(Axe snaps his head.)
Axe: What did I say about your feelings? I don't care! Your the
interview man...I answer the questions got it Bole?
Bole: Alright whatever. So how do you think this tag match will be?
Axe: A slug-fest...no real wrestling just brawling the way I like
it. Those two clowns are about to get schooled by yours truly and
Tobey Miliken.
Bole: Now about Tamer w-
(Axe suddenly takes the mic out of Bole's hands.)
Axe: I don't need your services Bole just the cameraman and this mic
see ya later.
Bole: But I-
(Axe nudges Bole out the door and slams it in his face as he turns
to the camera and begins speaking.)
Axe: Tamer...if you thought my announcement was big about our chain
match I have another one but you'll have to wait. You see Tamer it's
funny how I haven't touched you once but you on the other hand keep
getting in my face...not a good idea. I mean so what you have Prime
Time...next? Your going to get bit and your not going to like
it...let's just say I warned you.
Axe: You want to punish me? You want to make my life hell try to
cost me matches go right ahead. But when Season's Beatings arrived
I'll have one big present in store for you. A trip to the hospital
and some well deserved time off. It's going to be dangerous Tamer.
Axe: But your stupid enough to fall in my trap. I live for hardcore
wrestling you answered my prayers when you accepted the chain
match...big...BIG mistake. You might be the expert and yeah the
steel chain hurt like a *Bleep* when you whipped me with it but
after awhile all I feel is numb. I've had lots of pain thrown in my
direction but your little preview as already toughened me up I know
what to expect as that chain will hit my back.
Axe: You should have hit me with a chair...at least I know what that
feels like. But maybe your really excited because you've built up in
your head how the match will turn out...what a fool you are Tamer I
always have that proverbial "Ace up my sleeve."
Axe: I can't wait till Seasons Beatings either...my Christmas
present to you will be the best yet...the time is ticking down Tamer
see you soon CHUMP!
(Axe hands the mic to the cameraman as Axe stubs out his cigarette
and grabs his wrestling attire beginning to change as the scene
fades out switching to JR and King at the announce table.)
JR: The hate continues to brew between those two King and I can only
imagine what will happen at Season's Beatings!
King: This tag match will be NOTHING in comparison to the chain
match Axe and Tamer are having! Axe hates Tamer twice as much as
Cash Flo and Witherspoon!
>>>
(Michael Bole is seen standing in front of the BMWF
logo with Scotty Scott.)
Bole: Tonight, you face Dale Anderson. What are your thoughts about
this match?
Scotty: Dale Anderson, he is a lucky guy.
Bole: Lucky?
Scotty: Yeah he is lucky I had a lil'mercy on him back at
Survival... That is why I finished him off so fast... That boy ain't
got no business in the ring wit me... When I look in his eyes I see
nuthin' but fear... When he looks in muh eyes.... He is nuthin' but
evil eyes.... He sees the man that could end his career wit a snap
of his fingers. If I do that... He'll have somethin' in common wit
that Japanese guy that got in the ring wit me before I joined the
BMWF.... His career ended and he is in a wheelchair as we speak....
Bole: I have been hearing alot of comments focused towards the new
Union. Why so much hatred?
Scotty: Bole, ya've known me for a long time now. Ya've known me ta
be the most miserable man in the world.
Bole: Yes that is true.
Scotty: Then ya know I buried the Union for reasons I ain't gotta
explain ta ya... I did it 'coz I could... Just like so many othas...
I destroyed it and buried it... I went on... I got muhself back on
the Path of Rage and ya know what happens ta people that step in the
Path of Rage....
Bole: I know but i know you are about to say iot anyways.
Scotty: They become just like all the rest.... The become just
anotha victim. So new Union... Consider yerselves lucky I didn't
have muh boys lay ya's careers ta waste. We ain't ova... Not til I
say it is ova... And it won't neva be ova as far as I'm concerned.
Rememba that boys. Now this interview is ova Bole.
(Scotty walks off.)
LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.
Hailing from The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...
Dale Anderson
(Dangerzone by Kenny Loggins hits the pa. And Dale
Anderson flashes across the screen in red flashes. In between the
name flashes Dales greatest moves are shown. The ramp then fills up
with a dark blue smoke. He walks out from behind the curtain and
stops at the top of the ramp. He looks to both sides of the cheering
and chanting crowd and smiles. He walks down the ramp and climbs
into the ring and grabs a mic.)
LILLY: His opponent...
From Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...
Scotty Scott
("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty
Scott walks out. The words Syndicate flash on the Bruisertron as he
begins to peer down into the ring through the infamous tattered
black towel. When the words "The Mood Is About To Change", he begins
to walk down to the ring. He enters the ring and walks to the center
of the ring. While in the center, he stands there with his arms
folded.)
Scotty: Ya know, I rememba a time when all ya's out there were sayin'
how ya missed seein' me... I rememba a time when all of ya's out
there said something like (in a whimpy voice) I miss Scotty. I wish
he would come back and save the day from the bWo..... (He returns
his voice to normal) I told ya's back then... Becareful what'cha
wish for... Ya just might get it... I said last week that this
Syndicate would start takin' ova... We started last week... We laid
out the new Union and took back what is rightfully our's in the
World Tag Team titles. Then poor lil' Dale made his mistake... He
basically called me out. Ya don't know what'cha in for yet. Last
time I had mercy... This time... It ain't gonna be pretty at all...
Yer gonna find out what it is like ta be in the ring wit a real
thug. Yer gonna find out what real pain is really 'bout. I wanted ta
get a Hardcore match but... I guess the powas that be didn't want ta
see what I would do ta ya. But that is all good... I can end yer
career in a regular match... I know more ways ta rearrange a face
wit out havin' ta be Hardcore. So Dale Anderson.... Beat me.... If
ya can... Survive... If I let ya....
Dale: Well Scotty, we meet again. I have seen you at
the PPV. It was where you locked in the Scottamission. I was
trapped. That is an unescapeable move. It is near impossible to get
out. I had no choice to give in. But tonight the tides will shift
and the turnouts will change. This time I wont be the one tapping...
YOU WILL!
Dale kicks Scotty in the gut and gives him a standing Enziguiri.
Dale runs to the ropes and when he comes back he is met by a
clothesline from Scotty. Dale hops up and neckbreakers Scotty. He
lifts Scotty up and snap suplexes him. Dale goes for a quick pin and
gets a 1 count. Dale hurries to the top turnbuckle and attempts a
flying crossbody. He connects it and gets a two count. Dale then
swinging neckbreakers Scotty.
*DING DING*
JR: There's the bell!
Dale Anderson uses a double underhook suplex on Scotty Scott.
Dale Anderson takes Scotty Scott down with neckbreaker.
Dale Anderson runs into the ropes.
Scotty Scott takes Dale Anderson down with a dropkick.
Scotty Scott climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Dale Anderson nails
him
in the stomach.
Scotty Scott falls onto the top turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson gets on second turnbuckle, raises his hands to the
crowd, then spr
ings off the turnbuckle and lands his feet into his gut.
There are lots of chants for Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson executes a top-rope necbreaker on Scotty Scott.
Dale Anderson covers Scotty Scott.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson attempts to place Scotty Scott on the turnbuckle, but
Scotty Scott
blocks it.
Dale Anderson executes a front suplex on Scotty Scott.
Dale Anderson executes a brainbuster on Scotty Scott.
There are lots of chants for Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson hits Scotty Scott with a backbreaker.
Dale Anderson is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Dale Anderson nails Scotty Scott with a double underhook suplex.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson uses a Frankensteiner on Scotty Scott.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Dale Anderson goes for the Tornado DDT, but Scotty Scott counters it
with
a push off ropes.
Scotty Scott whips Dale Anderson into the ropes.
Scotty Scott takes Dale Anderson down with a Death Valley Driver.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Scotty Scott whips Dale Anderson into the ropes.
Scotty Scott hits Dale Anderson with a shoulderblock.
Scotty Scott is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Scotty Scott hits a bodyslam on Dale Anderson.
JR: Scotty has been relentless on this youngster.
King: He is teaching him a lesson JR.
JR: Scotty is raking this poor kid's eyes across the ring ropes.
King: That really hurts.
JR: Now he is choking Dale with the top rope.
King: He has to the count of five to break it.
JR: I know.
Ref: 1
2
3
4
JR: Scotty slings Dale backwards using the ropes.
King: Scotty has always been a real ring general.
JR: He is proving that right here against young Dale Anderson.
King: Look JR!!!!
JR: Scotty has just straddled Dale and is pounding his fists into
Anderson's head.
King: Dale is really putting a hurting on Scotty.
JR: What do you mean? Scotty is humilating this kid.
King: Dale is using his head and hurting Scotty's fists!!!!
JR: Whatever King.
Scotty Scott goes for a sleeperhold, but Dale Anderson counters it
with
a jawbreaker.
Dale Anderson goes for a brainbuster, but Scotty Scott counters it
with
a slide down.
Scotty Scott nails Dale Anderson with a low blow.
Scotty Scott hits a German suplex on Dale Anderson.
JR: Dale is being dominated by Scotty. It seems as if Dale will not
be able to win this match!
King: Who cares, he is just a little punk anyways.
JR: Dale is in agony as Scott locks in a rear chin lock. Dale seems
to be passing out.
The ref raises he arm. It falls, a second time. It falls! A third
time, Dale holds it high in the air. Dale fights to his feet and
elbows Scotty in the midsection a couple of times. Scotty releases
his grip and Dale snap suplexes him.
JR: Dale is finally getting the upper hand!
Dale lifts up Scotty and throws him out of the ring. Scotty luckily
lands on his feet. Dale jumps onto the top rope literally and dives
off. He lands a flying DDT on Scotty. Dale lands his back into the
baracade as he does the DDT. Dale screams in pain as Scotty lies out
flattened from the massive DDT performed.
King: That one had to hurt the both of them. The ref is already at a
count of five!
The ref is still counting...6...7...8.. Dale lifts up Scotty and
throws him into the ring. Dale rolls in as the ref is about to hit
the count of 10. Scotty is up and hits Dale with a few lefts and
rights. He goes for a strong looking clothesline but Dale grabs the
arm and takes down Scotty. He then locks his legs around Scotty's
arm and puts his left elbow on the side of Scotty's face.
JR: Is he going for the Crippler Crossface?
Dale then grabs with his right arm, the left leg of Scotty and hooks
his arm around the thigh. he then leans back making Scotty's foot
touch the back of his own head. Scotty screams in pain as the ref
looks at Scotty and asks if he gives up. Immediately after he asks
Scotty replies with a no.
JR: This must be the secret move Dale was talking about. The
equalizer of a sort. I never knew it would be a submission. Scotty
is literally balancing on his neck as Dale has this move locked in.
Wait, Scotty gets to the ropes! The ref makes Dale release the hold!
Dale grabs scotty and whips him to the ropes. He gives a sharp chop
to Scotty on the rebound. Scotty hits the ground after the impact
and holds his chest in pain. Scotty gets back up and kicks Dale in
the midsection. He then suplexes Dale to the mat. Scotty then lifts
up Dale and gives him a T-bone suplex. Dale quickly hops to his feet
and punches Scotty. Dale then hooks Scotty and gives him a fisherman
suplex. He then flips Scotty on his stomach and gives him that
strange submission a second time. Scotty screams in pain as Dale
wrenches it in.
JR: Could this be the end of Scotty? Oh My God, He could tap!
Scotty makes it to the ropes.
Scotty Scott runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson misses with a kick.
Scotty Scott misses with a clothesline.
Scotty Scott smacks Dale Anderson with a devastating flying
clothesline .
Scotty Scott climbs to the top turnbuckle, but Dale Anderson nails
him
in the stomach.
Scotty Scott falls onto the top turnbuckle.
Dale Anderson has the crowd going wild.
Dale Anderson nails Scotty Scott with a top-rope neckbreaker.
The crowd is going crazy.
Dale Anderson is going for the cover.
JR: Scotty has Dale on his back.
King: Maybe he is about to finish him off now?
JR: Scotty just grabbed two handfuls of hair and is pounding the
back of Dale's head into the mat!!!!
King: Scotty has gone wild now.
JR: Scotty is actting like a wildman as he is now biting Dale's
forehead.
King: Why is this referee physically pulling Scotty off of Dale?
That's not right!!!!
JR: He is trying to restore order in the ring.
King: I have never seen Scotty this wild before.
JR: Scotty is now pulling at the corners of Dale's mouth.
King: Correction... Now he is really getting wild.
JR: If Scotty doesn't stop before long he will have ripped this poor
kid's mouth wide open.
King: JR!!!! I think Dale is bleeding from the corners of his
mouth!!!!
JR: Scotty whips Dale into the corner.
King: This is going to be bad. Scotty has been in a bad mood ever
since Survival.
JR: Scotty is punishing this youngster with a series of knees to the
mid-section of young Dale Anderson.
King: Scotty is literally taking the wind out of Dale!!!
JR: Scotty lifts the fallen head of Dale Anderson.... D@MN HIM....
HE JUST SMASHED DALE'S NOSE WITH A BACK ELBOW!!!!
King: All part of wrestling JR
JR: This youngster is trying to punch Scotty in the
gut but to no avail.
King: Scotty has ben showing us all his ring mastery.
JR: Scotty pulls Dale up and turns him around.
King: What is he about to do?
JR: Belly-to-Back Suplex!!!!
King: He is picking him back up again!!!!
JR: T-BONE SUPLEX!!!!
King: He is picking him back up again!!!!
JR: SCOTTAMISSION-PLEX!!!!
King: You know what that means....
JR: SCOTTAMISSION!!!!!
King: Who would have guessed?
JR: Dale Anderson throws Charles Robertson into the
ringpost.
Charles Robertson falls out of the ring.
Charles Robertson is out cold.
Dale Anderson is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Charles Robertson crawls back into the ring.
Charles Robertson gets up.
Charles Robertson disqualifies Dale Anderson.
Scotty Scott is being booed out of the building.
*DING DING*
LILLY: The winner is Scotty Scott!
JR: We'll be right back!
>>>
(Shane is walking Backstage with Jackelyn when Witherspoon steps out
from a corner and slams the Sledgehammer that Scotty Scot gave him
into Shane’s stomach. He raises the Sledgehammer into the air and
slaps Shane across the face with it, causing his head to snap
around, blood spraying the walls. Shane drops to his knees as
Witherspoon looks up at Jackelyn.)
Witherspoon: If I were you, I would go get the paramedics. Your
Boyfriend is gonna need them.
(Jackelyn rushes off her face pale. She stops to look back briefly
as Witherspoon slams his boot into Shane’s side, eliciting a scream
of pain. Witherspoon looks down at Shane as Jackelyn runs off)
Witherspoon: Get used to looking up at me Shane, cause I’m going
places. The time is coming where I will hold gold again. You
managed to beat me once, and you eliminated me at Survival, but
that’s where your luck against me ends. Your Pitiful reincarnation
of The Union is going to fail, while the Syndicate rises to power.
Plus, you went and helped Tobey embaress me last week. So, I am
using you to set an example, of what happens when You mess with the
Madman.
(Witherspoon walks around Shane and kicks the back of his head with
his boot, slamming him into the ground. He then raises the
sledgehammer in the air and brings it down on Shane’s Knee,
eliciting another scream, although much weaker. Witherspoon walks
around Shane and stands next to his head, bringing the sledge hammer
down next to it.)
Witherspoon: Because it’s kind of obvious to me Shane…
(Witherspoon raises the Sledgehammer into the air in a golf like
swing.)
Witherspoon: That you, don’t know who your *bleep!*ing with
(Witherspoon swings the Sledgehammer down, slamming it into Shane’s
head, throwing a slight arc of blood against the wall. Shane lays
their, moaning slightly as blood drips from his mouth. Witherspoon
crouches down and throws a rag on Shane’s head.)
Witherspoon: Clean yourself up, your bleeding.
(He gets to his feet and walks away, the bloody sledgehammer resting
against his shoulder.)
>>>
JR: We've just received word that there is some sort of altercation
happening backstage. Our
cameras have arrived on the scene. Let's see what's happening.
(The scene cuts to a backstage area, where Tobey Miliken is being
pummeled by a masked man.)
Masked Man: How you like this, Miliken?
(The masked man grabs Tobey by the back of the head and slams him
face-first into a crate, then a
wall, and then the side of a forklift.)
JR: Tobey's getting pounded!
King: I'm not sure if I'm loving this or hating this! Either way,
this is great!
(The masked man grabs Tobey and throws him on top of a pallet. He
grabs a board and smashes Tobey
across the chest a few times, then throws the board on top of Tobey.)
JR: What's this man going to do now?
(The man climbs into the driver's seat of the forklift and turns it
on.)
JR: GOOD GAWD! NO!
(He drives the forklift over to the pallet that Miliken is lying on
and picks it up with the
forklift, raising it to its full height.)
JR: What next?
(The man climbs onto the top of the forklift, then climbs up to the
platform where Tobey's pallet
is suspended. Shortly, the man is standing above Tobey's prone form,
laughing.)
King: I don't know if I can watch!
JR: This is insane! Who is this man?
(The man picks Tobey up, punching him a few times in the head. He
then picks Tobey up in a scoop
slam position. He holds Tobey face down over the edge of the
platform.)
Masked Man: You think you're some kinda big shot, eh? Well, you'd
better take a long, hard look
at this drop, Tobey. It's a long way down from where you're at now,
kid. Trust me, I know.
JR: He's gonna throw Tobey Miliken off! That must be a 20 foot drop!
(The masked man continues to hold Tobey, who has finally realized
where he's at.)
Masked Man: Scared? You should be. Just remember, I have the power
to destroy this so-called
career of yours any time I want to, Miliken. Just remember that.
(The masked man sets Tobey down on the platform once more, then
kicks him hard in the ribs.)
King: What!?
(The masked man climbs down to the roof of the forklift, then jumps
down to the ground and makes a
hasty exit.)
King: He just left Tobey up there! He didn't throw him off!
JR: I don't think he was looking to injure Tobey. I think this
mysterious man just wanted Tobey
to learn some sort of lesson, though what it is I'm not entirely
sure.
King: It looks like Tobey oughtta watch his back.
JR: I think you're right, King. I think you're right.
>>>
(The locker room is nearly empty apart from a few low-carders and
also a group of officials surrounding ‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi.
Tai Hashi is still irate after what happened between him and Ash
earlier in the night. Officials are attempting to calm him down.)
Official #1: Tai, please calm down, Ash has gone and you have to
focus. You have a match tonight!
Tai Hashi: That son of a bleep is in for a world of hurt!
Official #2: Calm down, Tai. Your match with Shane Perish is not far
away.
(Suddenly, a man walks through the locker room door, he’s BMWF
Backstage Reporter: Michael Bole.)
Michael Bole: Have I arrived at a wrong time? Should I come back
later?
Official #2: Yes, give him about fifteen minut…
Tai Hashi: Bole, you can interview me now. If you lot can get out
of my face for at least a few minutes then I can probably answer
some questions.
(Reluctantly, the officers back off and leave the locker room. Tai
Hashi takes a deep breath and stands next to Michael Bole.)
Tai Hashi: Michael, what would you like to ask?
Michael Bole: Well Tai, tonight you have the daunting task of facing
Shane Perish. Do you think you’re ready for such a challenge?
Tai Hashi: Of course I’m ready, Michael. I’ve just come off a great
match with Master Z, if I was ready for that, I can be ready for
absolutely anything!
Michael Bole: But is your mind focused, after-all, Ash is getting
into your mind a lot right now.
Tai Hashi: Yes, Ash is cheesing me off but when I step foot into
that squared circle it’s just me and Shane Perish, the only thing
I’ll be thinking off is ways of knocking Shane Perish down for the
three-count.
Michael Bole: Good luck in your match tonight; I’ll leave you to
prepare.
Tai Hashi: Thanks, Bole.
FADE…
(The scene opens up with Dale, looking worn out, and
beat up. He is still smiling though. He walks into Bole.)
Bole: Woah, sorry Dale.
Dale: It's all good Bole. What's up?
Bole: Not much, I seen your match earlier. In fact, let's talk about
it.
Dale: Okay, let's talk.
Bole: I loved that submission move you locked Scotty in. What do you
call the move?
Dale: Well, I was thinking of names, and I haven't officially come
up with a name yet. I was thinking of going with the Bronx Blackout.
Bole: A powerful name for a powerful move.
Dale: Basically, yes. I am not good with coming up with move names.
But, that seems sufficient enough. I mean, it doesn't have to be a
fancy name.
Bole: Well, Let's move on. You fought a pretty good match out there
tonight. Do you think you got your vengeance on Scotty, or do you
think you still owe him?
Dale: Oh, I am not done with him. not by far. He screwed me out of a
million dollars. Now he has to pay back a million times. He brought
this among himself with his submission move the Scottamission.
Bole: Well, he is more experienced. He just did what he needed to. I
would have done the same.
Dale: No you wouldn't. Cause if you were Scotty, Scotty would be a
pansy, and be a weak son of a.... well. You know what I mean. Your
just weak.
Bole: I take that offensively. I am not weak!
Dale: Then prove it. Lift up that two hundred pound weight.
Bole: Alright. I will.
(Bole walks over to the weight and tries to lift it. He picks it up
an inch above the ground and grabs his back.)
Bole: See. I am not weak.
Dale: If you say so... Watch, this is not weak.
(Dale grabs the weight and lifts it above his head. He then places
it on the ground and lifts it above his head again. he then places
it on the ground and looks at Bole.)
Bole: Show off.
Dale: Yes I am. Now, I am gonna go. I need rest. I got pretty badly
beaten tonight.
Bole: Alright, goodbye.
(Dale walks off.)
Bole: Back to you JR and King.
(The scene fades.)
>>>
(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Shane sitting
in a dark room with one solitary blue light shinning down on him.)
Shane: Scotty, you brought me to a place I didn't think I'd ever
come back to. A place I was hoping never to come back to.
(Shane takes a drink out of what looks like a flask.)
Shane: Scotty last week when you attacked Jacklyn and Mafioso I knew
it was you. Thats why Harry and I attacked you and Ash. You see
Scotty I know you better than you realize. But I wasn't prepared for
your attack again which was my fault soemthing i should have seen
coming but I hadn't.
(Shane takes a long deep breath.)
Shane: And I wasn't quick enough to stop you attacking Jacklyn and
Mafioso. But Scotty I want you to know something, I will not rest
until I get my revenge on you. This is now a family issue dear
cousin. You attack your own family in the name of the Union. I will
defend it while you attack it.
(Shane stands up and throws the chair across the room.)
Shane: Scotty, I chanllenge you and Ash on behalf of the Union. For
the BMWF tag team titles at Season's Beatings. And Scotty I will
come for you no matter what. I will come for you because of where
you are taking me.
FAde
>>>
LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...
"Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi
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: Yesterday, I was studying some old tapes of me, like my
BMWF and pro-wrestling debut in May two-thousand and three I found a
gimmick of mine I haven’t used in awhile even though the beautiful
Lilly Garcia calls me it all the time and that’s ‘Mr. Persistence’.
I wouldn’t be here in the BMWF today if it wasn’t for my persistence
and that’s why Shane Perish had better keep this in mind – “Mr.
Persistence” is not just a gimmick…it’s a strategy!
And finally, before we ring the bell I’d like to tell the Jailbird,
Ash, something. If you do anything to cost me this match, or if you
attack me afterwards like you did last week then there will be hell
to pay for you. DIG THAT!
(Tai Hashi pulls off his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd; he
straightens his belt and trousers as he awaits the match.)
LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...
Shane "Sy" Perish
(The lights in the arena go completely black.
Suddenly a blinding flash goes off with a thunderous boom.)
PA: Now it's your time to Perish!!!
("Superstar 2" By Saliva hits the PA system. Blue laser lights go
over the crowd accompanied by golden strobes. Shane comes out from
behind the curtain. He runs dwon the ramp and slides in the ring.
Shane waits for the opening bell.)
*DING DING*
JR: There's the bell!
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Tai Hashi and Shane Perish get hit with a double clothesline.
Tai Hashi hits Shane Perish with straight kick.
Tai Hashi is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Tai Hashi nails Shane Perish with a dropkick.
Tai Hashi uses a jumping knee on Shane Perish.
Tai Hashi uses a springboard legdrop on Shane Perish.
Tai Hashi hits Shane Perish with a jumping knee.
Tai Hashi hits Shane Perish with a legdrop.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his
wrists so both
fingers are together..
The crowd is absolutely silent.
Tai Hashi uses a stiff karate kick to the head on Shane Perish.
Tai Hashi whips Shane Perish into the ropes.
Shane Perish hits Tai Hashi with a shoulderblock.
Shane Perish covers Tai Hashi.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Shane Perish nails Tai Hashi with a sidewalk slam.
Shane Perish locks Tai Hashi in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Tai Hashi inches his way towards the ropes after being locked up for
5 seconds.
(‘The Rock Star’ Tai Hashi ricochets of the ring
ropes and slides beneath Shane Perish’s legs to get behind him, with
quick speed Tai Hashi stands up and hits a standing dropkick to
Shane’s back, knocking him forward against the ropes in a 619 sort
of position. Tai Hashi though hates stealing moves from WWE
wrestlers so he decided to climb the turnbuckle. While Shane
Perish’s head is sticking out of the ropes over the ring apron, Tai
jumps off the turnbuckle and hits a leg drop, onto Shane; Shane’s
head bounces back into the ring as he clutches his throat while Tai
holds his tailbone on the outside of the ring.)
JR: Wow, an amazing move there, however, it could’ve possibly hurt
Tai more than it did to Shane!
(Tai Hashi stands up on the outside, at the same time Shane stands
up inside the ring. Shane spots his chance and attempts a baseball
slide to Tai, however, The Rock Star ducks causing his unlucky
opponent to slide and fall onto the thin black mats. Tai climbs the
ring apron, does a run and then hits a shooting star press onto
Shane causing a “Holy ‘BLEEP’” chant to chorus throughout the
arena. Before the referee’s 10 count can finish, Tai rolls into
the ring.)
JR: Tai Hashi goes for toe kick, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish almost takes Tai Hashi's head off with a clothesline
Shane Perish hits Tai Hashi with neckbreaker.
Shane Perish is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Shane Perish goes for a brainbuster, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Tai Hashi goes for a bulldog, but Shane Perish blocks it.
Shane Perish runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish smacks Tai Hashi with a devastating clothesline .
Shane Perish beats on his chest.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Shane Perish whips Tai Hashi into the ropes.
Shane Perish smacks Tai Hashi with a devastating clothesline .
Shane Perish hits Tai Hashi with a brainbuster.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Shane Perish executes a piledriver on Tai Hashi.
Shane Perish puts Tai Hashi in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Tai Hashi is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tai Hashi is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tai Hashi grabs the ropes after 5 seconds.
Shane Perish executes the Perisher on Tai Hashi.
Shane Perish goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Shane Perish.
*DING DING*
LILLY: The winner is Shane Perish!
JR: We'll be right back!
>>>
(Axe is seen walking backstage, suddenly
a door opens and he is pulled inside)
King: Ah JR, what’s going on?
JR: We need to get a camera in there.
>>>
(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. The camera pans
around the
room showing Tamer, Vernon Vanderbilt, Kolic, Mr. Beauregarde,
Ezekiel, and
Kate Greene.)
Mr. Beauregarde: So it went well?
Tamer: Perfect.
Vern: Fabulous.
Kolic: So then everything's a go?
Tamer: It seems so.
Vern: Everything's going according to plan?
Ezekiel: Well last week wasn't exactly a booming success.
Mr. Beauregarde: What was so bad about it?
Kate: All of you lost.
Tamer: Not true.
Kate: Wha-
Kolic: Vern won.
Mr. Beaurgarde: And with a night like last week...
Vern: We can only get better.
Ezekiel: Do you mean to say... Let them over estimate us.
Tamer: No.
Ezekiel: No?
Vern: It wasn't a plan.
Kolic: If people do choose to overestimate us fine.
Mr. Beauregarde: But not a plan.
Tamer: The plan is in motion...
Ezekiel: The plan...
Vern: Yes, the plan is in perfect motion.
Kate: So refresh my memory of the plan?
Ezekiel: Please..
Mr. Beaurgarde: You know the plan.
Vern: Especially you.
Kate/Ezekiel: Me?
Tamer: Precisely.
Kolic: You're the most important part.
Kate: Him?
Ezekiel: Her?
Vern: Without a doubt...
Tamer: We should...
Kolic: Yeah.
Mr. Beaurgarde: Then we'll?
Tamer: Yeah.
(Tamer, Vernon, Clancy, and Kolic all start heading for the door.
Ezekiel
and Kate look at each other.)
Ezekiel: Did you...
Kate: None of it..
(Kate and Ezekiel follow the rest of the group as we fade.)
JR: We’ve got a camera into see what’s
happened to Axe.
(The camera shows Axe handcuffed
to a pipe in the room, in front of him
stands Ezekiel hold a pair of staplers)
Ezekiel: You made an important mistake
last week Axe. This has got nothing to do
with you and Tamer. You made it about
you and me. So you decided to use a stapler,
in some circles that would be described as
theft of the highest kind. So for you tonight
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Ezekiel: You see Axe, my staplers have run out
of staples. Now the genius part… I have spare
staples right here in this bag.
King: Oh no JR!
(The scene fades)
>>>>
]“Vertigo” plays and out walks Tobey Miliken. Tobey is slowly
walking to the ring and smiling to the crowd who is booing him
something awful. Tobey get’s into the ring and pulls a mic out from
his suit coat.)
Tobey: Ya know I have been to a lot of great places. I have been to
The Rose Bowl in Pascedena California. I have been to the Orange
Bowl in Miami Florida. I have been in the great state of North
Carolina to the Dean Dome.
(The largely “University of Kentucky” fans start to boo.)
Tobey: Yeah that’s right, I have been to North Carolina. But of all
the places I have ever, and I mean, EVER been to. This rat hole has
got to be the worst.
(The crowd starts to throw cuts of beer and soda into the ring.)
Tobey: Hey now, cool it. Let’s not waste perfectly good beer ok? On
a more serious note I did date a girl from Kentucky at one time. Her
name was Ashley Judd, I think many of you might know her.
(The crowd cheers.)
Tobey: Yeah, Ashley was pretty hot. We dated for about a year. Then
her fat sister came over to my Beverly Hills mansion and ate me out
of house and home. I told Ashley if that’s the way her backwards
hillbilly family was, to get the heck out of my house and take tubbo
with her.
(The crowd boo’s some more.)
Tobey: You know instead of calling that singing group they had “The
Judds” they should have called it, “The Duds” cause that fat chick
can’t carry a tune. Or as ya’all in Kentucky might say, (In a real
hick voice.) “She can’t carry a tune in a bucket.”
(the crowd really boos loud and starts to yell and cuss at Tobey.)
King: You know JR, Tobey is right about that. That Wynonna woman is
fat and man she really can’t sing.
Tobey: I have heard it said before that it ain’t over till the fat
lady sings, but please someone keep that overweight bag of fluff
away from here. Her singing not only makes the dogs howl, it makes
coyotes, elephants, lions, tigers, shoot it makes everything within
a ten thousand mile radius howl also.
King: It is bad JR. It’s really bad.
Tobey: Now I don’t mean to offend you.
(The crowd throws litter into the ring again.)
Tobey: Really, I don’t. But any University that hires a basketball
coach with the name “Tubby” needs to re-evaluate themselves.
(The crowd starts chanting “Tub-by, Tub-by, Tub-by”)
Tobey: I never know if you are talking about your basketball coach
or Wynonna Judd when you chant that.
King: Gosh JR, Tobey is on a roll tonight.
JR: Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Tobey: Now the real reason I came out here is to talk to a man named
Witherspoon. Spoony my boy are you back there in the back? Are you
listening? Quit making out with that fat Judd girl and listen.
(The crowd keeps booing.)
King: Is Spoon and Wynonna making out?
JR: Of course not.
King: Oh yeah I forgot, Spoon likes men who dress as women.
JR: Will you give it a break.
Tobey: Witherspoon, you just don’t know when to quit do ya? I mean
ain’t it enough that I have kicked your butt more times then J-Lo
has been married, which I think as of now is about 20 times. You
know what you are Spoon. You’re a big pimple. No matter how many
times I pop you, you just won’t go away. I mean the blood will ooze,
the puss will run and still the next week there is that big
festering white head of yours sticking back out on the face of the
BMWF. Sticking out there and just begging for me to POP it again.
So Spoon how many more times am I going to have to pop your ugly
white head. How many more times…
(Laughter echos accross the speakers as the crowd roars slightly and
a guitar riff blares from the speakers.)
PA: AIEIEIE!
(The riff repeats itself and laughter echos again. The riff repeats
once more as Witherspoon walks out onto stage glaring up at the
ring. He's wearing his Witherspoon shirt, black pants, His Skull
cap and gloves.)
PA: LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT LET ME KNOW! (LET ME KNOW!)
WE GONNA *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 GONNA *BLEEP!* YOU STRAIGHT UP, LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
("Let's Go" By Trick Daddy blares from the speakers as Witherspoon
walks down to the stage and slides into the ring, hopping to his
feet and pulling a microphone from his back pocket.)
Witherspoon: Tobey, what have you been smokin? Everyone here knows
that I can beat the ever loving *bleep* out of you with no trouble
at all. I've done it before. I mean, really, You've beaten me
three times. The first time, you hired Headhunter to come out and
beat the crap out of me. The second time, you slammed me into the
steel steps and took a count out. The third time, you snuck up like
the little *bleep*
you are and pinned me when I was about to finish Howitzer. That's
it. You've always gone the cheap way Tobey, because you know you
can't beat me. So quit your *bleep*in, go back, get your gear on,
and sit around and watch all you *bleep*y movies, and think about
what you've done with your life, because I plan on ending it
tonight.
Tobey: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Hold it right there Withering Spoon. You are
asking me what I have been smoking? Come on now Spoon. OK the first
time I beat you, Headhunter helped. But once again I was helping him
out, not myself. I was helping Headhunter make a name for himself in
this fed. The second time I beat you, I power bombed your sorry butt
on the steel steps. If I wanted to I could have packed you like a
sack of potatoes into the ring and pinned for 3. I decided to go the
route of embarassing you and letting the ref count to ten on your
butt though. The third time, it was YOUR match, YOUR stipulations,
and I beat you and Howitzer both. You just can't deal with the facts
Spoon. And the facts say that I am the superior of the two of us and
you... you are a pathetic whiny little, cross dress loving, Elton
John listening, Virginia Slims smoking, metrosexual, transvestite,
wannabe. And if you want a piece of a real man, then come on down
here and let me pop your little pimply head you festering zit.
Witherspoon: The facts don't say that at all. The facts say that
we are equal, because At Tokyoo Terror, I beat the everloving
*bleep* Out of everyone in that ring, including you, and I grabbed
the World Tag Team titles from the air. Later that month THe
Darkening whooped Hollywood Incs. @$$ when I pinned you. Then, A
few months back, you tapped to the Binned. So that makes us even.
As far as this whole calling me a homosexual thing, I really don't
care. I'm confident in my masculinity to not let that bother me.
However, You sure call me that a lot. Seems like Wishful thinking
to me. Your hoping that if you say it often enough, and loud
enough, that it will become true. Well guess what my Son, It's not
gonna. Now, enough talk, actions speak louder then words.
(Witherspoon slams his fist into Tobeys Temple, dropping him to the
ground. He drives several boots into his ribs.)
JR: Witherspoon has just dropped Tobey lack a sack of bricks!
King: What a cheap shot!
(Tobey grabs the boot of Witherspoon and whips him into the
turnbuckle. Tobey jumps up and grabs Witherspoon's head and starts
pounding it on the turnbuckle. Tobey then whips Witherspoon across
the ring into the other turnbuckle.)
King: This is starting to get good now.
(Nate Adams runs down to the ring, Nate slides into the ring and
runs towards Witherspoon, but Tobey pulls him off.)
Tobey: NO! This time, I am taking him out, by myself.
(Tobey runs over and grabs Witherspoon and German Suplexes him.
Witherspoon gets up slowly and Tobey clotheslines him. Tobey then
throws his suit coat off and into the crowd. Tobey rips shirt off
and then stands there while Witherspoon gets up slowly. Tobey runs
and bull dogs Witherspoon. Tobey then slides out of the ring.)
King: Looks like Tobey is leaving Spoon in the ring.
(Nate then runs over and begins attacking Witherspoon with a chair.
Nate Adams places Witherspoons leg in the chair and jumps on it.
Witherspoon screams in pain. Nate gets out of the ring and grabs
something under the ring. He pulls out a sledge hammer. Nate gets
back into the ring.)
Nate: So Witherspoon I hear you like to attack people with big
hammers. Well how do you like this.
(Nate attacks Witherspoons leg with the sledge hammer while his leg
is still in the folding chair. Witherspoon agonizes in pain some
more. Witherspoon passes out from the pain. Nate gets out of the
ring and joins Tobey at the entrance area.)
JR: Tobey has the mic again.
(Tobey has the mic in hand is walking up the entrance ramp.)
Tobey: Spoon, tonight we are going to fight this out in the ring.
Tonight I am going to pop the blistering boil of the BMWF. You think
what Nate and I did in that ring just now was harsh. YOU AIN'T SEEN
NOTHING YET!
(Tobey tosses the mic. Tobey and Nate walk to the back.)
>>>
(The backstage camera shows Ezekiel walking
out of the room where Axe was being held.
The camera continues into the room, showing
Axe making his way to his feet, his face
evidencing many punctures)
>>>
(The scene opens showing Tamer is standing next to Michael Bole in
the
back.0
Bole: Tamer I would like to thank you for agreeing to do this
interview.
Tamer: No problem...
Bole: Alright So I'd like to start with the most obvious question.
When will
you ket this Axe thing go?
Tamer: this Axe thing? That is what you're calling it. You see bole
it is
not a "thing". Not to mention that your "most obvious question" is
the one I
have already answered without being asked. It will end at Season's
Beatings,
it will end when it has reached its conclusions.
Bole: Okay.. But why the attacks? Why Not just wait for the match
and settle
things there?
Tamer: Because Axe didn't want to settle, because Axe took this to
an
extreme measure, Because Axe made me feel pain that strived from
love
something he can't comprehend. This is my only way to make him begin
to
understand how far he crossed the line.
Bole: You don't think maybe you're going to extremes?
Tamer: Extremes? Answer a question for me... Is advancing on an
unwanting
party not extreme? Is kidnaping someone not extreme? Is attack
injured man
not extreme?
Bole: I...I..
Tamer: Like I said, Axe raised the level and now I am meeting him.
Bole: Maybe we should move on to your match with Mafioso tonight.
This match
spawned from last weeks attack that caused you to lose your tag
match...are
you searching for revenge against the Union?
Tamer: No... I do not seek revenge. Mafioso got involved where he
shouldn't
have. He didn't play fair. This is just simply giving him an
opportunity to
prove himself against me straight up. No stable war, no hatred. Just
a
Match. A challenge to see how he does without the weapon against me.
Bole: So-
(Tamer grabs the mic out of Bole's hands.)
Tamer: So Mafi...
(Tamer clears his throat and stares deeply into the camera.0
TAMER/CROWD: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!
FADE
LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.
Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
Hailing from Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...
Mafioso
LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...
Tamer
(The lights go out. The sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout
out the
beach and " Stop looking/Start Seeing" By Papa Roach begins to play
over the
PA system. Blue and Red lights strobe around the area Tamer walks
out from
behind the curtain.. Tamer rolls his neck at the top of the ramp and
makes
his way down to the ring slapping the fan's hands. . Tamer reaches
the ring
and slides in. Tamer pounds on his chest and points to the crowd
then stands
in his corner waiting for the ring of the bell.)
*DING DING*
JR: There's the bell!
Tamer chops Mafioso.
Tamer hits Mafioso.
Tamer has the crowd going wild.
Tamer executes the Whip on Mafioso.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tamer is going for the cover.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going crazy.
*DING DING*
LILLY: The winner is Tamer!
JR: We'll be right back!
>>>
(The scene opens up as Cash Flo, Flawless and Skiz are seen looking
at the catering table deciding what to eat when suddenly out of
nowhere a kendo stick shot is connected across the head of
Flawless!)
*CRRACK!*
JR: OH MY WHAT A SHOT FROM AXE!
(Cash Flo turns around only to receive a shot as well!)
*CRRACK!*
JR: ANOTHER DEAFENING SHOT FROM AXE!
(Skiz stands there not sure what to do but Axe has his kendo stick
high in the air ready to crank it forward just in case.)
Axe: Skiz I am not going to hurt you...just don't get involved you
understand?
(Skiz nods his head as Axe strikes Flawless over the head to keep
him down long enough so Axe can pick up Cash Flo kick him in the gut
and powerbomb him through the catering table!)
(Axe gives a few kicks to the side of Flawless and begins to say
something to Cash Flo.)
Axe: I TOLD YOU IT WAS CASH FLO HUNTING! SEE YOU IN THE RING LOSER!
(Axe turns to Skiz and picks up his kendo stick causing Skiz to step
back but Axe assures him it's okay and hands him the weapon.)
Axe: Consider it a souvenir from yours truly. Gotta go!
(Axe quickly darts down the hall and makes a left as the scene fades
to black.)
JR: Axe with a vicious attack yet again on Flawless and Cash Flo!
But he left Skiz untouched!
King: WHY?!
JR: Sometimes King...you just...
King: What?
JR: Nevermind.
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LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore match
scheduled for one fall.
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Fighting out of San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...
"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt
(All the lights in the arena go out, save for a single spotlight
aimed directly at the ramp
entrance. One by one, the other spotlights in the building turn on
and join the first, until
every available light is pointing at the ramp entrance. "Sigillum
Diaboli" by H.I.M. starts to
play. The curtain parts, and out steps "Mr. Showtime" Vernon
Vanderbilt, followed by Mr. Clancy
R. Beauregarde. Vanderbilt blows a kiss to the crowd and points to
the stars, then heads down the
ramp toward the ring.)
P.A.: I can't see your sad face in your pitiful lies
Don't have the strength to carry your heavy load of life
I'm your Christ and I want you
I just woke up for hearse and you know it as well as I do
oh
I can't see through your eyes, bring your tears on me
I will leave the body for your shoulder you just have to killing
I'm your Christ and I want you
I just woke up for hearse and you know it as well as I do
(Vanderbilt reaches the ring and walks around the outside, shaking
hands with fans and generally
mugging for the cameras. He strides over to the ring and starts
digging around underneath it. He
drags out a silver trunk and leaves it sitting at ringside. Vernon
winks to the camera, then
enters the ring.)
(Just as Vernon Vanderbuilt is making his way down to the ring,
before the match actually begins, William Black and Spirit come
running down the isle behind him. William Black is brandishing a
wooden baseball bat. He takes homerun swing for Vernon's head, but
Mr. Showtime ducks out of the way. After Showtime ducks William
Black's swing, Black turns around and tries to whack him again. Once
more Vernon ducks. However, Spirit has gotten herself behind Vernon,
and before he realizes what is going on, she cracks him upside the
back of the head with a bottle of Bombay Sapphire sending broken
glass shards in every direction.)
JR: Oh my! This match hasn't even officially started yet and Spirit
has already made her presence known!
(With Vernon down on the ground, William Black picks him up, handing
the baseball bat to Spirit. Black Holds Vernon in place as Spirit
winds up and cracks him across the side. Spirit jabs Vernon twice
more with the baseball bat before Black lets him go. Vernon crumples
to the ground holding his side.)
JR: Good Lord! Those two have already laid Vernon Vanderbuilt out!
KING: Haha! Mr. Showtime and Tobey Miliken should have a contest to
see who can get beat up the worst before their match actually
starts! Haha!
*DING DING*
JR: There's the bell!
William Black takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a spinebuster slam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black hits a Northern Lights suplex on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black hits a low blow on Vernon Vanderbilt.
William Black executes a tiger driver on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black nails Vernon Vanderbilt with an armdrag takedown.
William Black executes a Northern Lights suplex on Vernon
Vanderbilt.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black uses a DDT on Vernon Vanderbilt.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black goes for a triangle choke, but Vernon Vanderbilt
blocks it.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails William Black with a DDT.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits an enzuigiri on William Black.
Vernon takes Black down with a Russian legsweep.
JR: What's Vernon got up his sleeve?
King: He doesn't have a sleeve, JR. That's a sleeveless shirt.
JR: It was a metaphor, King.
King: I know that, but it's my job to hassle you.
JR: Look at this!
Vernon grabs a chair and positions it on top of Black's head.
Vernon climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Vernon blows a kiss to the crowd and points to the stars.
JR: High risk maneuver!
Vernon leaps off, landing a flying legdrop right across the chair.
JR: GOOD GAWD! WILLIAM BLACK MAY HAVE A BROKEN ORBITAL SOCKET!
King: Broken face is more like it!
JR: But both men are looking hurt after that move!
Vernon Vanderbilt executes a kneedrop on William Black.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a spear, but William Black side-steps and
Vernon Vanderbilt only hits air.
William Black points towards somebody in the audience and talks
trash.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black goes for a tiger driver, but Vernon Vanderbilt
counters it with
a backdrop.
In turn, William Black counters it with a sunset flip.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a spinebuster slam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black sends Vernon Vanderbilt into the turnbuckle.
Vernon Vanderbilt begs off.
William Black whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt misses with a kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt misses with a clothesline.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits William Black with a clothesline.
Vernon Vanderbilt takes William Black down with a kneedrop.
(William Black once again takes control of the match after kicking
Vernon and doubling him over. Then Black throws Mr. Showtime into
the ropes. Vernon comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline. But
Spirit is on the other side of the ring waiting. As soon as Vernon
hits the ropes, Spirit trips him up causing him to fall flat on his
face.)
JR: Hey! That's not fair!
KING: Sure it is! This is a Hardcore match!
JR: What's the supposed to mean?
(While JR and the King are arguing, William Black and Spirit drag
Mr. Showtime outside of the ring and onto the floor. The two kick
him a few times. Then, as William Black picks Mr. Showtime up and
drags him over to the announcer's table, Spirit starts digging under
the ring for something.)
JR: Hey! What's that Jezebel doing?
KING: How am I supposed to know? You should be more worried about
what William Black is going to do to Mr. Showtime! Gah!
(William Black then grabs Mr. Showtime by his head and slams him
face first into the announcer's table. Then Black slams him face
first into the announcer table three more times. After that, William
Black clears off the announcer table while Mr. Showtime on the
ground. Spirit comes over carrying a Kendo Stick while William Black
recovers a pair of steel chairs. To keep Mr. Showtime immobilized,
Spirit chokes him with the Kendo Stick while William Black lays the
chairs on the announcer table. Then, after the chairs are in place,
William Black climbs up on the ring apron, and then the top rope
while Spirit puts Vernon on top of the announcer table and chairs.
To keep him in place she goes back to choking him with the Kendo
stick.)
KING: Yes! This is great! William Black is about to destroy Vernon
Vanderbuilt! Ha Ha!
JR: No! Don't do it! That's another Human Being!
(William Black doesn't seem to notice or care though, and leaps from
the top rope towards Vernon and the announcer table. Spirit stops
choking Vernon at the last second, moving out of the way, and with a
sickening crunching sound, William Black, Mr. Showtime, the
Announcer table, and both chairs all collapse on the ground. The
crowd is apparently pleased.)
JR: GOOD LORD HAVE MERCY!!!
CAPACITY CROWD: HOLY BLEEP! HOLY BLEEP! HOLY BLEEP! HOLY BLEEP!
JR: MR. SHOWTIME WAS JUST BROKEN IN HALF!
(After laying there for a few seconds, William Black crawls over and
hooks the leg. The capacity crowd starts to count along.)
CAPACITY CROWD: ONE!!! ......... TWO!!! ....... THR--
KING: GAH!
JR: HOLY COW! He just kicked out!
William Black executes an armdrag takedown on Vernon Vanderbilt.
William Black hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a DDT.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black hoists Vernon Vanderbilt high into the air with a
backdrop, then s
ends Vernon Vanderbilt crashing hard to the mat.
William Black takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a flying elbowdrop.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black executes a fallaway slam on Vernon Vanderbilt.
William Black runs into the ropes.
William Black hits a flying forearm on Vernon Vanderbilt.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black executes the Empty Chamber '03 on Vernon Vanderbilt.
William Black goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
William Black whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes, but Vernon
Vanderbilt
reverses it.
JR: Clancy's handing something to Vanderbilt!
Vernon holds up the object, which is revealed to be a pair of
handcuffs.
He drags Black to the ropes and handcuffs one arm to the top rope.
Vernon signals to Clancy, who hands him another pair of handcuffs.
He takes them and cuffs Black's other arm to the ropes.
Vernon nails William Black with a series of vicious punches to the
head.
Vernon steps back to admire his handiwork.
He signals Clancy again.
Clancy produces a small, silver box and hands it to Vernon.
Vernon opens it up and pulls out a cigarette and lighter.
He lights the cigarette and stands in front of Black.
JR: I'm pretty sure this is a non-smoking building!
King: Not when you're winning, JR!
Vernon blows smoke in Black's face.
JR: That's just dirty!
Vernon takes another drag, exhales, and then looks at the cigarette.
JR: What's he got in mind now? He's toying with William Black like a
cat with a mouse!
King: This mouse is trapped!
JR: And this cat is just malicious!
Vernon signals Clancy once more.
Clancy grabs a rope and uses it to secure Black's feet.
Vernon walks up to Black and slaps him across the face.
Black is trying to escape, but he is too well secured.
Vernon takes the cigarette and holds it against Black's chest.
JR: OH THE HUMANITY! THIS IS TORTURE!
He pulls the cigarette back and takes another hit off of it.
He then sticks it on Black's chest once more.
William Black is writhing in pain, but refuses to scream.
Vernon kicks Black in the gut.
The referee is trying to release William Black.
Vernon finally puts out the cigarette. . . on William Black's
abdomen!
Vernon dusts off his hands and walks across the ring.
JR: This is sick!
King: I love it! The new Vernon is much better than the old one!
JR: You would think so!
The referee finally gets Black freed from the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits William Black with a shoulderblock.
Vernon Vanderbilt is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Vernon Vanderbilt hits William Black with a swinging neckbreaker.
(William Black and Mr. Showtime somehow manage to
take each other down with a pair of double clotheslines. But William
Black is the first to make it to his feet. He pickss up the Kendo
Stick Spirit was using earlier and sizes Vernon Vanderbuilt up as
he's starting to get to his feet. Just as Mr. Showtime gets up and
turns around, William Black blasts him right in the face with the
Kendo Stick.)
**SCHFLACK**
JR: GAH!
KING: HEY! That's my line! GAH!
JR: GAH!
JR & KING: GGAAAHHH!!!
(William Black hits Vernon so hard that the Kendo Stick shatters
into bits leaving Mr. Showtime with a gash on his head. Vernon hits
the mat and holds his head where the cut is.)
JR: Vernon Vanderbilt pulls a pair of brass knuckles
from his tights and slips them on.
Vernon blows a kiss to the crowd and points to the stars.
He grabs Black and whips him to the ropes.
Vernon rebounds off the opposite side.
End of the End on William Black!
JR: He used those brass knux to perform that deadly maneuver!
Vernon goes for the cover.
The ref counts: One. . . two. . .Vernon picks Black up off the mat!
King: More punishment! I love this!
JR: You are sadistic!
King: Not as sadistic as Vernon is tonight.
JR: Vernon Vanderbilt definitely appears to be trying to make a
point tonight.
Vernon whips Black to the ropes again.
Vernon goes for another End of the End, but Black ducks the punch at
the last second!
JR: Wow! Look at that!
KING: Look at what?
JR: William Black just countered the End of the End! Vernon
Vanderbuilt is in serious trouble! William Black just put him in a
Triangle Choke! He just countered the End of the End with a Triangle
Choke!
KING: Vernon's gonna Tap!!!
(The crowd starts cheering as Vernon tries to make it to the ropes.)
JR: Vernon Vanderbilt makes it to the ropes after 10
seconds.
KING:How can their be a rope break rule in a
Hardcore match which is No Dq and No CO?
JR: There's still fight left in William Black!
Both men rebound and come back at one another.
This time, Vernon lands the End of the End!
William Black crumples to the mat, spasming.
Vernon goes for the cover.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The boos are resurfacing again.
*DING DING*
LILLY: The winner is Vernon Vanderbilt!
JR: We'll be right back!
>>>
JR:Folks, I've just been given word that the police have Lowedown in
a room backstage and are questioning him at this very moment about
the incident earlier tonight!
King:I have a feeling Lowedown will be doing a bid in the slammer
after tonight! I hope he doesn't drop the soap! HAHAHA!
JR:We have word that Slim Jim Sullivan is standing by with one of
the officers outside of the detaining room. Slim, can you give us
any information on what is going on right now?
(The Bruisertron lights up to show Slim Jim Sullivan standing with
one of Kentucky's local police officers who detained Lowedown
earlier in the show...)
Slim:I'm back here speaking with one of the officers backstage as a
few more of the officers are questioning Lowedown at this time.
Would you please tell us your name Officer?
Officer:I am Officer Jacobs of the Kentucky Police Department.
Slim:Officer Jacobs, can you tell me any information on what has
happened here earlier between Lowedown and the fans in the arena?
Officer Jacobs:Lowedown is currently being held here at the Rupp
arena until we get some answers from him as to the assault on two
wrestling fans and two of our officers tonight.
Slim:So, you are saying he will be escorted to jail tonight for
assault?
Officer Jacobs:Not only assault Mr. Sullivan, but also being heavily
under the influence. Lowedown's blood-alcohol level was almost three
times the legal limit and his actions here tonight have forced us to
charge him with reckless endangerment.
Slim:So, are you saying that Lowedown will not be wrestling here
tonight in the main event?
Officer Jacobs:After tonight, Lowedown might be spending the next
three to five years in prison Mr. Sullivan. Lowedown's ignorance and
blatant disregard for the safety of the fans and the safety of the
officers who are here to help have caused him to get himself into a
great deal of trouble. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get back
inside and get ready for Lowedown's transportation to the police
station for booking. If you will excuse me please.
(The officer opens the door and sees Lowedown sitting in a chair
with his hands cuffed behind him as he is looking down into a steel
bucket and trying not to vomit. The door closes before Slim can
attempt to ask Lowedown a question...)
Slim:Well, it looks like Lowedown will not be competing in the main
event tonight! This leaves Ryushi in a bit of a bad situation. Back
to you at ringside!
(The Bruisertron shuts off...)
JR:I don't believe this! Lowedown has put himself in the biggest
pickle in his life!
King:Lowedown is definitely going to the slammer tonight!
JR:Folks, we'll be right back!
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