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

(The show opens inside the Key Arena Seattle Washington. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Key Arena Seattle Washington! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler! What an incredible night we have in store for you here!

King:Hey JR! Do you know anything about this main event yet? I haven't heard a single thing about it!

JR:All I do know is that we have received word that due to recent events involving Lowedown and Master Z, both men were banned from the arena here tonight!

King:WHAT?!? Two of the biggest names in the business were kicked out of the arena tonight? What kind of mixed up world are we living in?

JR:This was an executive order from Stone Cold Bruiser! Both men have been given the night off to perhaps cool their jets so to speak!

King:Did you see Lowedown attack Master Z on Live? Lowedown lost his temper and attacked Z from behind! I thought Master Z would have pulled a trick like that instead of that softy Lowedown! HAHAHA!

JR:Folks, we still have an incredible night in store for you here despite the fact that Lowedown and Master Z are not here tonight! Let's go to our first match up here tonight!

King:This is called a warm up match because these people are so cold to these jobbers! HAHAHA!

JR:Wait a minute King! I've just been informed that something is going on in the parking lot of the Key arena!

King:I hope they didn't scratch my limousine again! I'll sue them again!

JR:I know we shouldn't do this during our opening match up, but can we get a camera back there to see what is happening?

King:But what if the match ends early? Dork the Clown is my favorite jobber!

JR:Folks, we do have a camera heading out there right and I think Michael Bole is following behind them! Michael, are you there?

(The Bruisertron lights up to show a large group of people behind one of the production trucks arguing loudly. You can only see up to the knees of the people shouting at each other. As Michael Bole and the camera begin to come around the truck, we see Lowedown and Flame trying to get into the arena. A team of rental cops are blocking Lowedown and Flame from entering the arena as Michael Bole holds the microphone behind Lowedown as he is pushing them back...)

LD:You all need to get the BLEEP out of my way before I hurt someone! I'm getting into this arena tonight!

Rental cop:Sir! You need to calm down! We have instructions to keep you and Master Z out of this building here tonight for yours and his safety. Stone Cold told us to keep you two out!

LD:Keep us out? Do you know the hell I am?!? Can't you hear those people in there? They want their...they want YOUR World champion in the Key arena ya rent-a-cop sonofableep!

(The crowd begins chanting Lowedown's name as he listens on for a moment before getting right in the face of the rental cop...)

LD:As you can see, these people is Seattle want me in this building! Do yourself a favor and step aside or else you might find out where that night stick goes!

Rental cop:Now this doesn't have to get...physical Mr. World champion...does it?

(Lowedown suddenly looks over the shoulder of the original rental cop to see a half dozen more of them making their way over. Lowedown suddenly begins to smile as he slowly pops his neck. Lowedown looks back into the eyes of the original rental cop...)

LD:Physical huh? Well, since I don't have a match tonight...

(Lowedown looks around for a moment as Flame slips a pair of brass knuckles on both his hands from behind and steps back...)

LD:..you boys wouldn't mind helping me release a lil' aggression?

(Lowedown pulls back and knocks the cameraman back with his elbow as he hits the camera and knocks him off balance. The cameraman falls to the ground as you can hear the audio of fighting going on between Lowedown and the rental cops...)

Voice:ARGHHH! GET OFF MY BLEEP!

LD:Oh does that hurt?

Flame:Baby, please get off his BLEEP?!? Look out behind you!

(The camera manages to see a rental cop fly over the lens as Michael Bole tries to pick the camera up to film the fight. Michael Bole finally picks up the camera and catches Lowedown being jumped on by five rental cops.. Flame leaps on top of the pile as she manages to pull one of the smaller gaurds off of the pile and throws him back.right into the camera...)

King:Can't Michael Bole hold a camera? HAHAHA!

(We hear fighting continuing on as more security is being called in on one of the securites radio as the Bruisertron finally shuts off...)

JR:Can you believe that Lowedown is fighting security to get into this building?

King:I would have taken the night off and took Flame out to a Lobster dinner!

(Stone Cold Bruiser is in his office working at his computer when Kevin Kellie comes in.)

BRUISER: I'll take care of those jackasses later! For now call in the Sub-Squad!

BRUISER: On second thought, never mind about the burritos. Make it 10 double cheeseburgers and some fries...and that's the bottomline 'cause Stone Cold said so!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of New York City, New York...
Weighing in at 227 pounds...

Just'n Credible

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

Dork The Clown

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Dork The Clown goes for a headbutt, but Just'n Credible blocks it.
Just'n Credible attempts to place Dork The Clown on the turnbuckle, but
Dork The Clown blocks it.
Just'n Credible attempts to place Dork The Clown on the turnbuckle, but
Dork The Clown blocks it.
Just'n Credible goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Dork The Clown
counters it with a facerake.
Dork The Clown runs into the ropes.
Just'n Credible nails Dork The Clown with a side suplex.
Just'n Credible runs into the ropes.
Dork The Clown misses with a kick.
Just'n Credible hits Dork The Clown with a clothesline.
Dork The Clown falls out of the ring.
Len Stanley counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
Dork The Clown reenters the ring.
Just'n Credible covers Dork The Clown.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Just'n Credible taunts the crowd.
Just'n Credible is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

JR:Wait a mintue! Something is happening backstage!

King:Again? We just got into the beginning of our jobber match!

(Suddenly, Lowedown comes out of the entrance way dragging a security guard behind him. The crowd erupts as Lowedown begins making his way down the rampway with Flame. Lowedown's clothes are torn as he drops the security gaurd a few feet from the ring and then leaps up on the apron. Justn and Dork the Clown stop all of a sudden as Lowedown climbs into the ring and stares both men down...)

King:Look at the hands of Lowedown! Those brass knuckles are dripping with blood! EWWWW!

(Lowedown looks at both men for a moment as he then makes a motion for both men to leave the ring. Justn shakes his head negatively as Lowedown looks surprised for a moment and then is handed a microphone by Flame...)

LD:Justn, you know who the hell I am and I know you remember the last @$$ whooping you got by me so I think it would be in your best interest to get the BLEEP out of my ring! Do you really want to test me you stupid sonofableep?!?

(Lowedown gets right in the face of Justn and then brings up a pair of his bloodied brass knuckles and shows them to Justn who now looks nervous as Lowedown smiles...)

LD:You heard what I did to all those security boys back and you sure as hell know what i'll do to you if you don't walk out of here right now!

JR:Lowedown is deadly serious!

King:I would leave right now if I was Justn!

LD:Justn, I'm going to give one chance to walk out of this ring and up that ramp...

(Lowedown points towards the entrance way before immediately bringing his fist back and nails Justn with a brass knuckle shot that knocks Justn out cold. Lowedown then looks over at a nervous Dork the Clown...)

LD:...before I do something you'll feel later on.

(Lowedown begins to walk over towards Dork who quickly pulls out a fake bouqet of flowers and attempts to hand them to Lowedown. Lowedown grabs Dork by the throat and shoves him into the corner...)

LD:I...BLEEPING...HATE...CLOWNS!

(Lowedown clutches the throat of Dork and throws him over the top rope and onto the floor. Dork lands with a sickening thud as Lowedown throws the flowers to the floor and then looks around at the sold out crowd that are on their feet. Lowedown holds the microphone down as he rips off his tattered shirt off of his chest...)

JR:Lowedown is going to get suspended for all this!

King:But I bet you everybody is glued to their TV sets at home right now!

(Lowedown looks around once before he leans against the ropes facing the Bruisertron...)

LD:Seems like management wants to keep me out of the building tonight when all I want to do is bring a lil' bit of fun for all my peeps here in Seattle!

(Crowd pops)

LD:But guess what peeps? Tonight, I'm looking for the one who thinks he's the ruler of this d@mn federation! I'm looking for the man who thinks he has what it takes to rip this World title off of my waist! I'm looking for the sonofableep who calls himself...Z!

(The crowd boos at the mention of his name as Lowedown continues to lean against the ropes...)

LD:Security couldn't stop me from making my way into this arena and do you know why?

(Pause)

LD:Because I am THEIR World champion! Ya feel me?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:Now Z, I know you're sorry @$$ is somewhere in or out there because I saw that piece of garbage corvette you tried to hide behind the production truck! I thought you'd like to know I called for a tow truck a few minutes ago because you felt like parking in a handicap spot!

(Crowd laughs)

LD:Z, you talk alot about how I've never beaten you right? Well, it looks to me that I need to rectify that situation! So why don't you crawl out from whatever rock you're under and make your way into this ring and we'll see how good you really are!

(The crowd cheers Lowedown on as he waits in the ring for Master Z. Lowedown begins to pace near the ropes and then sees that Z hasn't shown up yet...)

LD:What's the matter Z? You finally realize that when you fought me the last time I was a rookie without a clue! Things are different now Z and you can't handle that can you? You can't deal with the fact that I am ten times better than I was before and you're just ten times older!

(Crowd lets out a collective "oooooooh")

LD:As I've said before Z, that was then and this is now and now...I feel like kicking your @$$! Let's go Z!

(Lowedown continues to wait impatiently as no one comes out from the entrance way. Lowedown finally loses his temper and shouts into the microphone...)

LD:COME ON Z! BRING YOUR PUNK @$$ OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! LET'S DO THIS!

King:I think Lowedown has flipped a gasket!

(Suddenly, static is heard coming through the PA as the Bruisertron flickers. Master Z's face soon replaces the flickering lights.)

JR: That's Master Z! It looks like he's in the parking lot, King! And look at that smile he has across his face!

KING: What's he smiling about?

JR: I'm not sure. Let's listen in!

(Master Z stands in the parking lot leaning against his black Corvette. The camera zooms in on his upper half. Master Z wears dark black shades, even though it's already dark out, and he fiddles with a pair of brass knuckles.)

Master Z: Master Z's car towed? Never... no man in his right mind would cross that line.

(The crowd is heard booing.)

Master Z: Lowedown, you're a sorry excuse for a tough guy! But I have to admit, you even surprised me with your attack from behind on Live. I didn't think you had it in you anymore! The truth is that you're washed up. You're just barely scraping by keeping that title around your waist!

JR: I think he's doing slightly better than "scraping by" King!

Master Z: You've gotten pretty comfortable hiding behind Master Z haven't you? You planned on letting Master Z keep your title for you. Well what are you going to do now that Master Z , instead of shielding you, is going to tear you apart?

(The crowd grows restless.)

Master Z: I see the fear in your eyes, Lowe! Master Z is the only man you've never been able to beat! Master Z is the only man in the BMWF that you fear! Master Z is the only man in the BMWF that is going to take that title from your waist! Watch your back Lowe, cause I'm coming in!

(With that Master Z begins walking towards the arena and security as the scene fades back to the announcers table.)

JR: I don't know how long it will be before Master Z gets into this arena where he's been barred from tonight!

KING: Run, Lowedown, run!

JR: Let's go to a break...

JR:Folks, just seconds ago as we cut to break we saw Lowedown just slide out of the ring and began a run towards the backstage area!

King:I think he was heading out to meet Z!

JR:I think Michael Bole is finally back on his feet with a new camera crew following Lowedown possibly to where Master Z is!

King:I hope he doesn't get caught in the crossfire!

(Lowedown is seen making his way through the back hallways of the arena. Michael Bole is running to keep up with him.)

Bole: Lowedown, you've been barred from the arena! What are you doing here?

LD: (Ignoring the question) I'll save that SOB the trouble! I'll go out to him!

(Bole finally gives up and watches Lowedown disappear as he turns the corner. Lowedown pushes through people as he is almost to the backstage door. Lowedown throws the door wide open and makes his way to the parking lot. Lowedown walks behind one of the production trucks and suddenly finds himself face to face with Master Z. Both men freeze as they stare coldly into each other's eyes. There is a dead silence for a few seconds until Z finally speaks...)

Master Z: You ready to pay the price for that attack on Friday, Lowe?

LD:That was just a taste Z! You gave me a d@mn concussion last week and that was just a taste of the payback!

Master Z:Well, you sure as hell couldn't get the job done on Live! Why don't you try and finish the job?

(Master Z pulls the shades off his face and is ready to go at it when suddenly Kurt Dangle pops between the two men.)

King:Get out of the way Kurt! I want to see them fight!

Dangle: Woah woah, wait a minute guys! I think we need to re-think this! You don't want to fight each other. Let's go beat up some jobbers or something. It'll make everyone feel better! I know I'll feel better!

Master Z: Out of my way Dangle!

LD:This doesn't concern you Kurt! Step aside and let me handle this punk!

(Master Z shoves Dangle aside and clenches his brass knuckles in his fist. When all hell is about to break lose...)

A voice: "WHAT?"

(The crowd bursts into cheers.)

(Lowedown and Master Z turn and look to see Stone Cold Bruiser walking down the hallway towards them.)

SCB: Do I hear two wanna go at it? Do I hear you want a match tonight? WHAT? I thought I banned you jackasses from the building? WHAT?

LD:You can't keep the World champ out of the arena! These people want me here! They don't want that backstabbin' sonofableep in Seattle!

(Crowd bursts into cheers again.)

SCB:You two want to be let in the arena so you can beat the hell out of each other? WHAT?!?

LD: I want....

SCB: (Cutting him off) WHAT? You two wanna go it it? FINE!... Tonight it will be Master Z and Kurt Dangle versus Lowedown and your own brother Dozer!

LD:WHOA THERE BOSS! I don't want a tag team match! I want Master Z's @$$ in that ring by myself tonight in front of my Seattle peeps!

Master Z:Stone Cold made this a tag team match cuz' you're too d@mn soft for a singles match!

LD:Kiss my @$$ Z!

SCB:SHADDUP! Tonight, it's Lowedown and Dozer versus Master Z and Kurt Dangle! THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE...CUZ STONE COLD SAID SO!

(A battered group of security guards come up and manage to separate both Lowedown and Z as they are escorted to their separate locker rooms...)

JR:I don't believe it! Lowedown and Master Z are here tonight and they will be fighitng in the main event!

King:This is the first time in who knows how long that Lowedown and Master Z will be facing each other in the ring!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Torreon, Mexico...
Weighing in at 210 pounds...

Ultimate Guerrero

LILLY: His opponent...
From Atlanta, Georgia...
Weighing in at 237 pounds...

"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ultimate Guerrero runs into the ropes.
New Jackal hits Ultimate Guerrero with a backdrop.
New Jackal nails Ultimate Guerrero with a punch.
New Jackal hits Ultimate Guerrero with a punch.
New Jackal nails Ultimate Guerrero with a kick to the midsection.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
New Jackal uses a bodyslam on Ultimate Guerrero.
New Jackal gives the sign for the Diving Headbutt.
New Jackal executes the Diving Headbutt on Ultimate Guerrero.
The crowd is really behind New Jackal.
New Jackal goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
New Jackal executes a bodyslam on Ultimate Guerrero.
New Jackal executes the Diving Headbutt on Ultimate Guerrero.
New Jackal has the crowd going wild.
New Jackal goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
New Jackal takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a double-axhandle chop.
New Jackal almost takes Ultimate Guerrero's head off with a short clothesline
The crowd is behind New Jackal all the way.
New Jackal executes an eye gouge on Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
New Jackal hits Ultimate Guerrero with a headbutt.
New Jackal takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a double-axhandle chop.
New Jackal catches Ultimate Guerrero in a choke against the ropes.
Charles Robertson warns New Jackal to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Charles Robertson warns New Jackal.
New Jackal gets a choke against the ropes on Ultimate Guerrero.
Charles Robertson warns New Jackal to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Charles Robertson warns New Jackal.
New Jackal chops Ultimate Guerrero.
The crowd is behind New Jackal all the way.
New Jackal kicks Ultimate Guerrero.
New Jackal hits Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero punches New Jackal.
Ultimate Guerrero kicks New Jackal.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ultimate Guerrero executes a slap on New Jackal.
Ultimate Guerrero smacks New Jackal with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd is going crazy.
Ultimate Guerrero smacks New Jackal with a devastating flying clothesline .
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a snap suplex, but New Jackal counters it with
a small package.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
New Jackal smacks Ultimate Guerrero with a devastating short clothesline .
New Jackal hits a double-axhandle chop on Ultimate Guerrero.
New Jackal puts Ultimate Guerrero in a choke against the ropes.
Charles Robertson warns New Jackal to let go.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three, four.
New Jackal hits a roundhouse right on Ultimate Guerrero.
New Jackal hits Ultimate Guerrero with a roundhouse right.
New Jackal uses a double-axhandle chop on Ultimate Guerrero.
New Jackal takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a bodyslam.
New Jackal executes the Diving Headbutt on Ultimate Guerrero.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for New Jackal.
New Jackal goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
New Jackal whips Ultimate Guerrero into the ropes, but Ultimate Guerrero
reverses it.
New Jackal misses with a clothesline.
Ultimate Guerrero hits New Jackal with a backdrop.
Ultimate Guerrero hits New Jackal with an elbowdrop.
Ultimate Guerrero nails New Jackal with a flying somersault splash.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ultimate Guerrero is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING*

>>>

(A blue convertible Lexus pulls up outside the All-State Arena. There is a
cheaffeur driving and in the back seats are Tai Hashi, Athena Hashi and
Kolic: Rock Star Inc. They all jump out the door and Tai gives the cheaffeur
a tip before Rock Star Inc. grab their luggage. Once done, they look up at
the All-State Arena.)

Tai: I think it's safe to say ROSEMONT ILLINOIS,

Rock Star Inc: YOU ROCK!

Tai: You ready to take on Eco-System and Team Beautiful?

Kolic: Oh yeah. Eco and Beautiful hate each other so much, I doubt we’ll be
fighting at all until we get the pin. Some training wouldn’t hurt in case we
do have to fight though. I brought my favorite: Super Smash Bros... Hey
look! It’s Michael Bole! Let’s go get an interview.

(Rock Star Inc walks behind Bole, who jumps when he turns around)

Bole: Woah! Oh, it’s Rock Star Inc! Can I get a few words?

Tai: You can get more than a few! What’s up?

Bole: Congrats on your great match with Master Z at Live Kolic! You knew you
were the huge underdog but you took the fight to him anyway.

Kolic: Thank you Bole, though I sense a backhanded compliment. I’ll ignore
it for now, being the nice guy that I am. I knew I had little chance to beat
Master Z, but that wasn’t the point of the match. The point was that I had
to prove myself. That I’m not some uncommitted rookie like Chuck Ortiz. If
he loves the fans so much, why didn’t he stay after he “won the lottery”?
He’s just a quitter who wanted to make a grand entrance before he leaves
again.

Bole: Tonight you face Eco-System and Team Beautiful in a non-title match.
Think you guys have a chance?

Tai: More than a chance Bole! Those two teams hate each other more than us,
so we should be able to capitalize on that. Then, when they least expect it,
we get the win! Anything else?

Bole: Nope, that’s it.

Tai: Great! We’ll see you later Bole! We’re gonna win the match tonight,
because we shoot to thrill...

Rock Star Inc and Crowd: And play to kill!!!

(Rock Star Inc walks to the arena)

JR: We just heard from Rock Star Inc, they’re gonna have their hands full
against Eco-System and Team Beautiful!

King: I didn’t hear from them, I had earplugs in! HAHA!

JR: We’ll be right back!

(Cameras go live outside of the Key Arena to see a Black Viper with white lightning bolts down the sides and a big lightning bolt on the hood pull up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature full white suit and silver sunglasses on. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and the bWo TV Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena, as he is walking in, a big black truck pulls into the parking lot beside the black viper. Big Kev walks out of the truck. White Lightning walks over to him and the two talk for a moment.)

JR: Big Kev and White Lightning are here, this should be a great night!

(White Lightning and Big Kev walk into the arena as the camera fades…..)

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

("Bring Me To Life" plays over the PA System as the Eco-System steps out with
their tag titles slung over their shoulder. They jump up to the ring apron
and walk between the ropes. Inferno gets a mike.)

Inferno: HEY BIOHAZARDS! YOUR TIME IS UP! Rock Star Inc, we challenged you to
a steel cage match at Season's Beatings for the tag titles. We need an answer
now, you stupid monkeys, otherwise we'll just have to go on and face someone
else. I mean, I'm sure everyone here could deal with Eco v. Los Guererros VIII
or Eco vs. Team Beautiful MCXVI ! Your fans will just have to understand that
you two are gutless sons of-

Voicesomewhere: WHOA! Inferno, steady on!

(The crowd cheer, the camera pans out to see Tai Hashi and Kolic in the
audience upon the rafters.)

KOLIC: Shut that big mouth of yours, the future tag champs have something to
say.

TAI: You know, we got this steel cage match for the tag team championship
this month. Well, I got one word for that...BORING!!

(Tai Hashi and Kolic pretend to sleep as a few audience members laugh.)

TAI: So why not we make it more interesting, by adding a roof to the cage.

JR: A roof?

TAI: A roof...HELL IN A CELL!

KING: WOW!

(Eco-System are smiling in the ring.)

KOLIC: Kolic: What do you say Eco? Do you accept, or are you cowards? I doubt you want any of what we’re bringing, but I bet you’re crazy enough to accept. What’s your answer?

Mineral: all right, all right....you want your Hell In the Cell
match...you've GOT it! But we will need to be adding one more stipulation to that. After
all, we can't let you little high-fliers get the advantage jumping around the
cell. Would you like to know the other stipulation?

(Tai and Kolic motion for Mineral to go on.)

Mineral: Ummm....not right now, I think that will be better suited for later
on tonight. (Crowd boos) Dramatic timing you know. We learn that in Prime
Time. So disperse among the rest of the little people, and you can have your
match against the REAL wrestlers....and Team Beautiful later tonight. Eco OUT!

(The Eco-System leaves the ring as "Bring Me To Life" plays again. The camera
focuses on Tai and Kolic as they question each other about what the
stipulation might be.)

KING: Wait! Didn't Bruiser ban teh hell in the Cell because it was the most overused gimmick match in the BMWF?

(The camera cuts to the backstage area. It appears to be above the arena there are curtains along one side of the walls and if you look out through those curtains you can see the capacity crowd and the ring. On the other side are rows of locker rooms, closets and so on. Sitting on one of a rail where the curtains are is Athena Hashi.)

ATHENA: Rachel Pitt. Rachel Pitt. Rachel Pitt! That name haunts me every time I think - "I'm going to be the Woman's Champion" Whenever I say to someone "I'm going to be Woman's Champion." You know what they say, - oh, that Rachel Pitt is the best in the womans division. NOT ANYMORE! Because tonight right here in Seattle, Washington (Cheap pop) I'm going to take her little pretty-girl face and drive it into the canvas!!!

ATHENA: Rachel, you know as well as I know that this woman's division is crumbling slowly, it's die-ing. And we are the only one's who are worthy competitors here. Forget Jacklyn J, Aquatic, Judge Moody and Flame the woman's division has only two strong competitors and that is me and you Rachel. But after tonight there will be only one dominant female and that is the rock chick, Athena Hashi! Keep something in mind, we shoot to thrill...AND PLAY TO KILL!

(Athena jumps down from the guardrail and pops her neck, she then heads out of view.)

The Bruisertron lights up and shows Jacklyn J. walk up to Flame and tap her on the shoulder. Flame turns around and sighs at the sight of Jacklyn J..)

Flame: What is it?

Jacklyn J.: Tonight we are teaming together and I thought it'd be a good idea to talk strategy about our match.

Flame: Fine, here's strategy for you princess. I kick @$$ and you get your @$$ kicked. I nailed the Extinguisher and you leave the arena. Simple enough for you?

Jacklyn J.: Look if you'd rather not, fine I can understand but i didn't think you'd be a rude BLEEP about it! You hardly even wrestle half the time! You're too busy watching your husband's back!

Flame:Well, when your husband is YOUR World champion Jacklyn, it's almost a full time job! Now, why don't you take a walk before I get nasty and slap the taste out of your...

(Lowedown suddenly walks up behind Jacklyn and taps her on the shoulder...)

LD:What's with all this hostility ladies? I'm supposed to be the hostile one here. What's the problem?

Jacklyn J:I just came here to talk a little strategy her with your wife and she's just insulting me left and right. That's the problem Mr. World champ!

Flame:It's not my fault she can't handle the truth baby! Get her out of here before I lose my patience!

LD:Whoa there! Once again, you're stealing the fact that I am the who is supposed to be hostile and impatient here. Now you may not like Jacklyn here, but at least she's tossing the perverbial Olive branch to you. The least you can do is listen to her.

Flame:You want me to listen to her?

LD:Yes...pull your head out of your @$$ and listen to Jacklyn here. If you want to win, you sometimes need to plan. Why don't you invite her in for some champagne and appetizers or something?

Flame:Are you serious?

LD:Yep! Besides, you might come up with something interesting.

(Flame places her hands on her hips for a moment and then finally motions for Jacklyn to enter the bWo locker room. All three go in and then Lowedown raises his eyebrows in front of the camera and then closes the door behind him...)

(Aquatic is off backstage whittling bars of soap. Michael Bole comes in.)

Bole: Oh hey! Aquatic! I was looking for Rachel, do you know where she is?

Aquatic: No, but you could interview me! I'll give you some of my soap
carvings.

Bole: Like what?

Aquatic: Like this one. (hands Bole an untouched soap bar.) That's Wyoming.
Or how about this one of Colorado! (hands Bole another plain bar.)

Bole: Er....thanks. (pockets the soap) Well Aquatic, what do you think of
Rachel's title reign? It seems that Rachel has become THE diva in the BMWF, no
offense to you.

Aquatic: No offense taken Bole, because I'm NOT a diva. I'm a wrestler, and I
will always be a wrestler. But as for Rachel.....well, I will allow that
title reign to continue. It's fine that I have not held the title yet, because
running over this divis
n roughshod just after coming in isn't what this division needs to strengthen
it. Chihina almost killed the WWFE woman's division,and I don't intend to do
the same.

Bole: Well, you always seem to have a.....interesting.....take on things. Any
thought on teaming with Moody tonight.

Aquatic: Yes. It's a conspiracy.

Bole: WHAT??

Aquatic: Think about it! Why are rivals always forced to team together in the
woman's division? They're trying to kill continuity, Bole! The BMWF staff
purposely does this to devalue feuds in the woman's division! I don't like this
situakion, and I will
end a definitive message about it tonight. One way or another, someone
will......someone will...(Aquatic turns silent)

Bole: Aquatic? Hello?

Aquatic: (suddenly shouting) FEEL MY PAIN!!! (Crowd cheers in the backround
as Aquatic smirks at bole while she walks off.)

FADE

(The camera cuts into the audience where the Eco-System is walking around and
meeting fans. Inferno has a microphone in hand.)

Inferno: Hey Ecolytes, what's up? (Cheers) Just walking through, looking to
talk to our people. (Inferno turns to a guy with chains wrapped around his dark
clothing.) You look like an Ecolyte kind of fan; what's your name?

Goth fan: My name is Lestad....and I'm somewhat happy to see people like you
out there. But honestly, you could speak out more.

Inferno: Like about what?

Lestad: Well, how about speaking out against the prep fans? I mean, (gestures
to a cheerleader and jock that look like they've just come from a football
game.) these kinds of people are disgusting! Freaks of nature, atht's what they
are! The bleak world view is the only way-

Inferno: HEY! You're calling these fans freaks of nature? Look at me, Lestad!
THAT is taking the whole Gothic thing too far!

Lestad: (sounding offended) And obviously you're not taking it far enough!
You act like buffoons regularly in the Prime Time house, and in effect embarass
all your Ecolytes! You and Mineral are nothing anymore! NOTHING!

Mineral: (tugging on Inferno) Uh....let's go interview someone else, all
right?

Inferno: How about no? Look you little biohazard, the entire Gothic concept
is for independence, not for a new kind of world order.

Lestad: (pulls out his chain) Maybe I'll see you later on then, and we
can....discuss....that belief. (Lestad swings his chain.)

Mineral: Bro....we got some docile fans over here.....

Inferno: (not listening to Mineral) Are you threatening me?

Lestad: Maybe so, maybe not....what do you make of it? Maybe I'm just
planning on using this chain on these two right here....

(Jock Kid gets up and gets in Lestad's face, but Lestad wraps a chain around
his fist and hits the guy in the jaw. The cheerleader girl screams, and
Mineral suddenly Avalanches Lestad down. Inferno picks Lestad up and throws him down
the stairs.)

Inferno: Guys! Take him away!

(The event staff security surround Lestad and forcibly remove him from the
arena as the crowd cheers.)

Inferno: All right, so with another special moment with the fans completely
ruined, this is the Eco-System. See ya!

(Inferno is leaving through the crowd and Mineral is about to follow him, but
the cheerleader stops Mineral.)

Cheerleader: Hey, that was real nice of you to stop that Goth kid. What are
you doing later?

Mineral: Um.....er.....whoa look! Monkeys!

Cheerleader: (looking around) WHOA! Really? Where? (Mineral runs away.)

FADE

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

Led to the ring by Inferno...
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN!

("Going Under" by Evanescence plays over the intercom as blue mist rises from
the stage. Aquatic comes out, towel on her head. She saunters down to the
ring, hops to the apron, throws the towel off revealing her wet blue hair, and
then walks between the ropes. She gestures to Lilly for a microphone, and is
obliged.)

Aquatic: Thank you very kmuch. All right, Ecolytes, here's the deal. THE
MAN, in a continouous effort to keep me down, has teamed me with Judge Moody
tonight. Now see, THE MAN may think he's succeeding in making ius all
interchangable, but he won't! Because even if I can't do it with Rachel, I will claim
another victory for my people, and Rachel will be able to claim her own solo
victory over Athena.

(Aquatic spits before continuing)

Aquatic: Athena, Athena, Athena. Rachel was right when she said my attack on
you was misguided in its own tittilation of the fans. I betrayed my own values
in my raging anger. So at Season's Beatings....I'm challenging you to a match
that's a little bit naughty and a little bit nice, if you catch my drift. The
match I have planned will start off with a regular match.....then progress to
an exploitive match to fit you, Paddle On A Pole Match (Crowd cheers)...yeah
yeah, just because it's Christmas, don't get too used to it.....and then
finally, a hardcore match. That's right, Athena vs. Aquatic. 2 out of 3. Regular,
Paddle, Hardcore falls. Call me, will ya? And getting to Flame and Jacklyn-what
I do tonight is nothing personal, it's just that you two are getting high and
mighty, and thus you
need to....

Crowd/Aquatic:FEEL MY PAIN!

Her partner...

From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody

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

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 271 pounds...
From Austin, TX... weighing in at 128 pounds...
Flame
Her partner...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

(A blinding flahs goes off witha thunderous boom. Blue strobes go off through the arena and Awake by Godsmack hits the PA system. Asylum explodes from behind the curtain. He looks around at all the fans while pausing at the top of the ramp. Asylum looks at Dawg and runs down the ramp and slides in the ring.)

JR: There's the bell!
Aquatic and Flame lock up.
Aquatic goes behind Flame and locks on a full-nelson.
Aquatic hits the full-nelson bomb and goes for the cover, but Flame kicks out
at 1.

JR: Aquatic being very businesslike tonight! It doesn't seem like she likes
this situation.

(Aquatic dropkicks Flame in the face, looks down on her, and drops an elbow.
Aquatic stands back up.)

JR: Aquatic is glaring at Moody now! Look at that stare!

Judge Moody yells at Aquatic for stopping the assault on Flame.
Aquatic gets in Moody's face, arguing back.
Flame takes the opportunity to tag in Jacklyn.

King: What morons! They let Jacklyn tag in!

(Jacklyn makes a run at Aquatic, but Aquatic ducks and Jacklyn nails Moody.
Aquatic quickly tags in moody and throws her in the line of fire of Jacklyn J.)

JR: Well, Aquatic sure didn't stay reliable, did she?

Judge Moody whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
Judge Moody hits Jacklyne J. with a clothesline.
Judge Moody whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes, but Jacklyne J. reverses it.
Jacklyne J. goes for a bulldog, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody takes Jacklyne J. down with an arm bar.
Judge Moody nails Jacklyne J. with an eye gouge.
Judge Moody punches Jacklyne J..
There is no crowd reaction.
Judge Moody punches Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. kicks Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. goes for a backdrop, but Judge Moody blocks it.
Judge Moody goes for a DDT, but Jacklyne J. blocks it.
Jacklyne J. throws Judge Moody out of the ring.
Jacklyne J. rolls out under the bottom rope.
Jacklyne J. runs Judge Moody into the ringsteps.
Jacklyne J. nails Judge Moody with a snap suplex.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
Jacklyne J. takes Judge Moody down with a bulldog.
Jacklyne J. executes a dropkick on Judge Moody.
Jacklyne J. gets back into the ring.
Judge Moody climbs back into the ring.
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.

Moody tags in Aquatic.

JR: It looks like Aquatic will have to actually work for her team now!

Aquatic nails Jacklyn with a spinning heel kick and flips on top of her with
a leg drop.
Aquatic puts Jacklyn in a half-Boston Crab.
Jacklyn makes it to the ropes.

King: WOO-HOO! I think the puppies almost popped out there!

JR: No they didn't! You're making stuff up now!

King:....yeah....

(Aquatic hits a series of three snap suplexes on Jacklyn J. She bridges into
a cover, but jacklyn gets her foot on teh ropes at two.)

JR: The Executioner enters the ring and hits Jacklyne J. with a chair.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Len Stanley disqualifies Aquatic and Judge Moody.
A few fans are cheering on Jacklyne J..

*DING DING*

>>>

(The Dawg and Thelma Lou are sitting on the front porch swing as The Dawg sings to Thelma.)

The Dawg: You can pick your nose and chew it too; all I want is my Thelma Lou.

Thelma Lou: Oh Dawg! You say the sweatiest things.

The Dawg: I knnnooooowwww!!!!!!

Thelma Lou: Now don’t go getting the big head on me, I was just paying you a compliment.

The Dawg: Roses are red, violets are blue. You’ve got big hooters, and a big bleep too.

Thelma Lou: Dawg! I’m going to wear you out. You know I’ve been trying to lose weight.

The Dawg: Didn’t you say you lost ten pounds?

Thelma Lou: That’s right sugar, all for you.

The Dawg: Well darling, look behind you, I think I found it.

Thelma Lou: Are you saying I’ve got a big tush?

The Dawg: Not me lamb pie, just because I had to hang this swing with log chain, doesn’t mean a thing.

Thelma Lou: It’s a good thing or I wouldn’t let you have a piece of that chocolate cream pie I baked ya.

The Dawg: Chocolate cream pie! You know I have a big match tonight.

Thelma Lou: But honey bunch, you have to keep up your strength.

The Dawg: O-K! Maybe just a little piece, and could I have some ice cream with it?

Thelma Lou: Sure can. You just rest and I’ll go fix it.

Fade

(The scene switches to backstage, in the Rock Star Inc. locker room. Athena Hashi and Tai are talking to each other.)

ATHENA: Yeah, I have a plan and that's to hit her so hard that she won't be able to stand up. I'm going to make her tap out like the sissy she is.

(The arena lights dim, purple smoke rises from the stage and 'Numb' by Linkin Park floods the PA system. Through the smoke steps the BMWF's resident Rock Star Tai Hashi. Tai makes his way down the ramp to chants of 'TCW' 'TCW' TCW'. Tai rolls into the ring and grabs a microphone. He jumps onto the second turnbuckle and raises the microphone to his lips.)

TAI: I look through the crowd tonight and I can see many signs of Lowedown, Tyrone Smith, Scotty Scott but where do I see an Eco-System sign? Right....(Tai points to the area around JR and King.)...THERE! You wanna know what it says? Eco-System Rulz!

TAI: Well you got a problem buddy because the one and only tag team that is great is ROCK STAR INC! Let me hear y'all!

(Tai slides out of the ring and grabs the sign 'Eco-System Rulz'. He grabs a pen from Lilly Garcia and crosses out the Rulz and writes SUX! Ta gives the sign back and heads back into the ring.)

TAI: You see, much better. Now then, Eco-System say they have a special stipulation for our Hell In A Cell match for Season's Beatings. I don't know what it is but what I can tell you is that whatever stipulation they lay down for me and Kolic we'll take it on. We don't mind if we have to swim in our own pools of blood, we don't mind if we have to take steel chairs to the head, we don't mind if we put our lives on the line because I'm Mr. Persistence BLEEEEEEP!!!

TAI: Mr. Persistence doesn't back down from a challenge, Mr. Persistence doesn't back down from a fight and Mr. Persistence doesn't back down from the Eco-System! Because I shoot to thrill..

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Cobb County, Georgia...
Weighing in at 298 pounds...

Big Bubba Bossman

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
Fighting out of Philadelphia, PA...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

"The Extreme ICON" Sandmann

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Sandmann runs into the ropes.
Big Bubba Bossman misses with a clothesline.
Sandmann hits Big Bubba Bossman with a clothesline.
Big Bubba Bossman falls out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
Big Bubba Bossman reenters the ring.
Sandmann goes for a back suplex, but Big Bubba Bossman counters it with
a facerake.
Big Bubba Bossman goes for a punch, but Sandmann blocks it.
Sandmann puts Big Bubba Bossman in a chokehold.
Joe Finch warns Sandmann to let go.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Sandmann uses a DDT on Big Bubba Bossman.
Sandmann whips Big Bubba Bossman into the ropes.
Sandmann nails Big Bubba Bossman with a roundhouse right.
Sandmann executes a legdrop on Big Bubba Bossman.
Sandmann whips Big Bubba Bossman into the ropes.
Sandmann hits Big Bubba Bossman with an elbow.
Sandmann executes a back suplex on Big Bubba Bossman.
The crowd is really behind Sandmann.
Sandmann uses an elbowsmash on Big Bubba Bossman.
Sandmann hits a fist to the midsection on Big Bubba Bossman.
Sandmann executes a spinebuster slam on Big Bubba Bossman.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Sandmann uses a flying legdrop on Big Bubba Bossman.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Sandmann goes for a headbutt, but Big Bubba Bossman blocks it.
Big Bubba Bossman kicks Sandmann.
The crowd is booing Big Bubba Bossman.
Big Bubba Bossman chops Sandmann.
Big Bubba Bossman uses a roundhouse right on Sandmann.
Big Bubba Bossman whips Sandmann into the ropes.
Sandmann hits Big Bubba Bossman with a kick.
Sandmann hoists Big Bubba Bossman high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Big Bubba Bossman crashing hard to the mat.
Sandmann nails Big Bubba Bossman with a headbutt.
Sandmann uses a spinebuster slam on Big Bubba Bossman.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Sandmann executes the DDT on Big Bubba Bossman.
Sandmann has the crowd going wild.
Sandmann goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
Sandmann has the crowd going wild.

*DING DING*

>>>

(The scene opens in the hall outside of Lowedown and Flames locker room.)

The Dawg: I’ll just sit this case of slim fast down here at the door where Flame will find it. Oh! Almost forgot the note.

(The notes reads: I’ve noticed a little extra baggages in the ole caboose and I thought this would help.)

(The scene opens up to the backstage area where we see Marsha the Make-up lady gently applying blush to Rachel’s cheekbones.)

Rachel: Easy on the blush this time, Marsha. Last time I ended up looking more like Michael Jackson, which was a creepy sight.

Marsha: Yeah, we were all out of Ruby color you use, so I had to go with a darker color.

Rachel: That’s fine; let’s just not let that happen again.

Marsha: Will do. So is there anything new in your life, Rachel?

Rachel: Well lets see, my boyfriend ignores me, one of my co-workers despises me, and Richard the pyro guy always stares at my @$$ when I’m about to go on stage. So no, nothing new.

Marsha: (smiling gently) Well, you seem to be in quite the situation.

Rachel: You have no idea, I feel like I’m in more of a soap opera than real life.

Marsha: What happened between you and Tyrone? You two were so cute!

Rachel: I dunno, it was like he was there one second and then he just vanished. I’d try to talk to him but all he has been concentrating on is that ugly Dawg. Its like he’s transformed into some insane pigheaded monster. He’s gone on some violent mean-streak.

Marsha: Has ever gone after you?

Rachel: Oh no, I know for a fact that Tyrone would never attack me. He may be nutty but he isn’t THAT nutty.

Marsha: Ick…have you called a doctor for him? Maybe he needs some therapy?

Rachel: Um…I thought about it, but that wouldn’t help his chances at all. I mean Tyrone in an insane asylum? He’d kill everyone in the office with that state of mind.

Marsha: You do have a point.

Rachel: I don’t know what to do about it anymore. I really wish he’d talk to me. He’s called me but I don’t want to speak to him over the phone.

Marsha: I understand. Don’t go chasing the puppy let him come to you.

Rachel: I know it’s just a matter of when he’ll come back.

Marsha: By the way, have you seen Athena lately? She didn’t show up for her manicure before her match on Friday.

Rachel: She didn’t show up to the arena on Friday.

Marsha: Oh really?

Rachel: Yep. We had to face those ugly Rosetti sisters instead. And you know what sucks even more?

Marsha: What?

Rachel: I actually complimented Athena before that match. I guess I spoke too soon. That guitar was meant for her head as well, not for that plump broad.

Marsha: Yeah but you have another match with her tonight, correct?

Rachel: Yeah, supposing that she actually shows up.

Marsha: I hope so because I have to do her next. You’re done.

Rachel: Thanks, Marsha. You’re an angel!

Marsha: Heh, I know.

Fade…

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

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

The Women's Champion...
"The Queen of Hearts" Rachel Pitt

(A gold laser light shines upon the entryway and circles up to the curtains where a pink spotlight shines upon the ramp. The word's "Bling Bling Baby!" flash across the BruiserTron, which explodes in a flurry of pink pyros, all in syncopation. The openings of “Kiss Kiss” performed by Holly Valance blasts through the public announce system. As the chorus is inducted, Rachel Pitt walks through the curtain with her Women’s Championship tightly wrapped around her petite waist. Rachel hops the ring apron, slips between the ropes and begins to tease and blow kisses to the fans. She then takes one last look at her title before handing it over to the referee.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 137 pounds...

Athena Hashi

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Athena Hashi hits Rachel Pitt with a powerslam.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Athena Hashi uses an arm bar on Rachel Pitt.
Athena Hashi gets a crossface chickenwing on Rachel Pitt.
Rachel Pitt gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 7 seconds.
Athena Hashi takes Rachel Pitt down with a roundhouse kick.
There is no crowd reaction.
Athena Hashi executes spinning heel kick on Rachel Pitt.
There is no crowd reaction.
Athena Hashi stands on the middle rope and hypes up the crowd.
You could hear a pin drop.
Athena Hashi goes for an arm bar, but Rachel Pitt blocks it.
Rachel Pitt whips Athena Hashi into the ropes.
Rachel Pitt hits Athena Hashi with a kick.
Rachel Pitt whips Athena Hashi into the turnbuckle.
Rachel Pitt charges in with a big boot to the face, but Athena Hashi lifts her
leg.
Athena Hashi kicks Rachel Pitt.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Athena Hashi chops Rachel Pitt.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Rachel Pitt hits Athena Hashi.
Rachel Pitt kicks Athena Hashi.
A few fans are booing Rachel Pitt, while a few others are cheering her.
Rachel Pitt nails Athena Hashi with neckbreaker.
A few fans are booing Rachel Pitt, while a few others are cheering her.
Rachel Pitt nails Athena Hashi with a snap suplex.
Rachel Pitt uses a flying headbutt on Athena Hashi.
Rachel Pitt is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Rachel Pitt is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens in The Dawg locker room where him and Michael Bole are watching videotapes of past matches.)

The Dawg: Look at that move. I didn’t know Asylum could do that.

Michael Bole: He’s fast too.

The Dawg: The boy moves like a cat.

Michael Bole: How you going to handle that speed?

The Dawg: Don’t know. Maybe I’ll just have to sit on him.

Michael Bole: That would do it, if you can catch him first.

The Dawg: Maybe I could put salt on his tail!

Michael Bole: That for catching birds.

The Dawg: Oh.

Michael Bole: Maybe you could trick him, and when he gets close enough you can grab him.

The Dawg: Ya! Trick him. But how?

Michael Bole: I can’t do all of the thinking for ya Dawg; you’ll have to figure that part out.

The Dawg: You mean all by myself?

Michael Bole: You could ask Aquatic, she’s good at turning tricks.

The Dawg: I new you’d help. Would you mind asking her?

Michael Bole: Not me! That Inferno might be the jealous type.

The Dawg: Don’t worry about him; I heard he’s got a boil on his butt that’s ready to explode. He won’t be bothering any one.

Michael Bole: All you need to remember about Asylum is, never under estimate your opponent.

The Dawg: Your right there. I’m going into this match with guns a blazen and I’m not stopping until the last drop of HIS blood is gone.

Michael Bole: That’s the spirit Dawg. Now get you some sardines and by golly, this time I think I’ll join you.

Fade

>>>

(The scene opens up backstage where Tyrone is seen wearing an expressionless
face and carrying a folded metal chair)

King: Looks like somebody's about to be in trouble JR.

JR: I think you're right, King! Business looks like it's about to pick up!

(The bruisertron lights up to show Michael Bole asking people in the back somethings. He turns a corner and sees Asylum he runs up to him and taps him on the shoulder.)

Bole: Asylum there have been many rumors about why you have missed recent shows. Some said you and management had a falling out. Others said you were injured after your match with Lowedown following your grueling match with Tyrone the week before. Can you tell us what the reason was?

Asylum: Well Michael to be perfectly blunt it wasn't any of those. I wasn't even supposed to be at the Bedlam with LoweDown. See I have a mental disorder that Tyrone Smith helped bring out. It's called repressed memories. And my shrink i see every week didn't clear me mentaly stable. See I have to see a shrink once a week deemed by management. This is to make sure I am in a good mental state.

Asylum: Well if someone were to say a key word, it would bring up a mermory and many things could happen I could hallucinate or start babbling due to traumatic stress of what happened.

Asylum: Thats not a good idea Michael. But as of late I have worked somehting out with company they want me to see the shrink still to try and relieve the disorder. But until then I am still able to work to earn a living. And many actions I do would be excused due to my condition. But Michael I have to go and get ready for my match with Dawg so if you'll excuse me.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Asylum

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Hershey, PA...
Weighing in at 395 pounds...

The Dawg

(“Who Let The Dawgs Out,” starts to play throughout the arena as the bruisertron lights up. On the big screen is the taco bell dog sitting quietly in the corner of the ring-watching Asylum wrestle in one of his matches. Just as Asylum bends over, the taco bell dog races out and bites him on the bleep, tearing a big piece out of his trunks. The little dog tears at the cloth and then spits it out on the mat.)

Taco bell dog: Say man. White Lightning was right. YOU SUCK!!!

(The Dawg walks out onto the stage waving to the fans. The fans join him and start chanting, Dawg, Dawg, Dawg. The Dawg goes down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He moves to a corner and climbs up on the second rope and slaps his belly for the fans. He crosses the ring and climbs the second rope in the opposite corner and slaps his belly again. He climbs down and asks for a mic.)

The Dawg: I want all of you fans to remember one important thing no matter what anyone else says.

(The fans shout WHAT? )

The Dawg: I’m the only “BIG DAWG” in this yard!

(The fans start cheering as The Dawg throws the mic down and turns to face Asylum.)

*DING DING*

JR: The Dawg and Asylum stand toe to toe in the center of the ring. Asylum pushes The Dawg back and The Dawg nails him with two left jabs and a roundhouse right that sends Asylum to the mat. The Dawg reaches down and grabs Asylum by the right boots with both hands and starts twisting. Asylum rolls over to the ropes and the ref. calls for the break.

The Dawg goes for a hiptoss, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum kicks The Dawg.
Asylum is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Asylum punches The Dawg.
Asylum is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Asylum runs into the ropes.
Asylum hits The Dawg with a kick.
Asylum goes for a clothesline, but The Dawg ducks out of the way.
The Dawg whips Asylum into the turnbuckle.
The Dawg runs shoulder-first into the corner.
The Dawg smacks Asylum with a devastating clothesline .
The Dawg hoists Asylum high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Asyl
um crashing hard to the mat.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.

JR: The Dawg raises Asylum off the mat with a chokehold. Asylum starts kicking and pulling at The Dawgs hands, trying to get free, but The Dawg shakes him and squeezes tighter. Asylum starts to turn blue as the ref. calls for the break, but The Dawg just turns his back to the ref. and keeps choking Asylum. The Dawg releases the hold but puts Asylum right into a bear hug. The Dawg wrenches in the hold as Asylum grimaces from the pain in his lower back. The Dawg carries Asylum towards the corner and slams his back into the turnbuckles. Asylum hangs onto the ropes as The Dawg plants a knee in his gut. The Dawg uses a hip toss to throw Asylum back into the center of the ring.

The Dawg uses an armbreaker on Asylum.
The Dawg hits an armbreaker on Asylum.
The Dawg uses a chop on Asylum.
The Dawg takes Asylum down with a headbutt.
The Dawg gets a bearhug on Asylum.
Asylum reaches the ropes after 9 seconds.
The Dawg runs into the ropes.
The Dawg almost takes Asylum's head off with a clothesline
The Dawg locks Asylum in a bearhug.
Asylum reaches the ropes after 9 seconds.
The Dawg hits a jawbreaker on Asylum.
The Dawg goes for a hiptoss, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum runs into the ropes.
Asylum hits The Dawg with a kick.
Asylum runs into the ropes.
The Dawg hits Asylum with a shoulderblock.

JR: The Dawg nails Asylum with a chop to the throat that sends Asylum back a few steps. He nails him again, and again, with chops until Asylum ends up in the corner. The Dawg puts his hands on the second rope and drives in a head butt to the gut that doubles Asylum over. The Dawg takes a hand full of hair and straightens Asylum up, just long enough to nail him with a right fist to the nose. Blood shoots out and covers Asylums face as The Dawg grabs the ropes again and powers in another head butt.

The Dawg whips Asylum into the ropes.
Asylum goes for a clothesline, but The Dawg ducks out of the way.
The Dawg throws Asylum out of the ring.
Bart Farinus counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, Asylum reenters the ring.

JR: The Dawg whips Asylum into the ropes and nails him with a belly-to-belly suplex. The Dawg rolls over and takes Asylum by the wrist while he puts one foot on Asylums neck, and the other foot in his ribs. Holding on with a tight grip, The Dawg pushes with his feet and pulls with his hands, trying to pull Asylums arm off of his body. The Dawg releases but still holding onto the wrist with one hand, and choking Asylum with the other, kicks his feet up and lands a knee drop right on Asylums shoulder. Before Asylum can start to recover from the pain, The Dawg nails him with another knee drop. Asylum lies there with his arm stretched out, clutching his shoulder as The Dawg gets up and stomps his hand with his boot.

JR: The Dawg nails Asylum with a double eye gouge and then power slams him to the mat. The Dawg jumps and lands butt first right in the middle of Asylums gut. The Dawg sits on Asylum and uses his head for a punching bag as he lands first a right and then a left to Asylum face. After a number of repeated blows, and with Asylum not moving, The Dawg puts each knee on Asylum shoulders and sitting on his chest, motions for the ref. to start the count. One, two, Asylum bucks The Dawg off. The Dawg gets up and nails him with a knee drop. The Dawg gets up and nails him with an elbow drop. The Dawg gets up and nails him with another knee drop. The Dawg gets up and comes off the ropes and lands his tenderizer. He hooks a leg and rolls Asylum up.

Quite a few boos are audible.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The Dawg is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is The Dawg!

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

(The crowd cheers as Tyrone jumps over the railing and slides into the ring,
the chair still in hand. He pulls the chair back and nails the Dawg right in
the forehead)

JR: GOOD LORD! I thought we saw the end of this rivalry last week in that
hellacious match!

King: I guess Tyrone is still mad about something with the Dawg.

(Tyrone repeatedly nails the Dawg with the chair. He looks up and points the
chair at Asylum, shaking his head "no" before Asylum can even react to
Tyrone's attack on Dawg. Tyrone goes back to clubbing on the Dawg and
doesn't stop until the chair is bent almost into a right angle. He kneels
down next to Dawg's bloodied head)

Tyrone: I'M DA MUDDA (beep)IN' TOP DAWG, SON!!! ME!!!!!! YOU CALL ME MISTER!
YA UNDERSTAND?! I CALL DA (beep)IN' SHOTS!!! DIS IS MY YARD!!! YA HEAR ME?!!

(Tyrone stands up and throws the chair to Asylum's feet. He points at Asylum
again, this time with his finger)

Tyrone: I dealt ya once, son... ya don't want me again, do ya?

(Tyrone backs into the ropes, still pointing at Asylum. He flips over the
top rope and lands on his feet outside the ring. He is still pointing at
Asylum in the ring as he walks backwards up the ramp looking in the ring at
the unconscious Dawg)

JR: Tyrone is on an absolute rampage! Those two men in the ring know it the
best! Both men have been on the receiving end on Tyrone's last two insane
beatdowns!

King: JR, Something tells me he's not done yet, JR!

JR: I think you're absolutely right King! Knowing Tyrone, he's far from
done.

(A silver BMW Z4 Roadster 3.0i comes flying into the parking lot. The Z4
slides to a complete stop in an empty parking space and the engine turns
off. The door opens and a leg with silver leather on it pops out. The rest
of the driver steps out, and Ignition opens the trunk. Ignition is wearing a
silver leather tank-top over a white t-shirt. He has on Silver glasses and
his hair is in a pony tail. Ignition walks to his trunk and grabs his duffle
bag. With his duffle bag in hand Ignition walks around to the passenger side
of the vehicle. He opens the door and reaches in, and pulls out the US
title. Ignition places the title on his shoulder as he starts walking to the
hallway leading to the locker rooms. Before he enters the hallway Michael
Bole yells Ignition’s name.)

Bole: IGNITION!!

(Bole runs up to Ignition)

Bole: Ignition, mind if I ask you a few questions?

Ignition: Go ahead Bole, I don’t have anywhere to be right now.

Bole: Alright, I will start off with your match against Truck last week, you
sure put on an unexpectedly good performance for a Live show. . .

Ignition: You know me Michael, I do the best I can, whenever I can, and
that’s how I can stand here next to you with the United States Championship
title over my shoulder. Last Friday I did my job, and frankly I did it well.
I have been doing this the whole time I have been here, but everyone is just
starting to realize it. I could care less though, because I am not worried
about my critics, I am only worried about doing everything in my power. You
see Michael, the single factor that helps me perform isn’t the critics, it’s
the fans! The fans have been for me this whole time, and I am here
representing all of them.

(Ignition whispers in Michael’s ear.

Ignition: The women Michael, my gooood the women.

(Ignition steps back and smiles.)

Bole: Umm, I don’t think that will be a topic of discussion, but it’s good
to know.

Ignition: It is good!

Bole: Well, last week you left Big Kev a little token of your appreciation.

(Ignition chuckles)

Ignition: It’s that time of the year, I figured he has given me all he has
to give. I just left him a little Christmas present. . . .but that’s just
going to be the start of it. That player is gonna pay for what he did, I
will just wait until he gets the salty flavor out of his mouth first. He is
protecting the chosen one. Whitey, since when does the chosen one need a
bodyguard? I don’t know, but when it comes right down to it Whitey you’re a
COWARD! Not just that, but you’re a yellow, no good, cheap, coward at that.
You see, when your wrestled the best young gun in the BMWF, you realized
that I had a heart the size of Australia! You realized you couldn’t beat me
straight up, and you needed some extra firepower. Well, you did it chump,
but keep living that dream of yours, because I plan on turning it into a
night mare!

(Ignition stops talking and paces back and forth several times.)

Bole: You seem a little sour about the whole thing Ignition. . .

Ignition: I don’t usually get like this, but the man thinks his BLEEP don’t
stink, but I am oh so afraid it does.

Bole: Well, he is on fire right now, and I don’t know if anyone can stop
him. I mean he beat you, Scotty, and basically anyone he has been up
against-

Ignition: The man needs a friggen reality check! But enough about that, I am
getting upset! How about what’s going on tonight?

Bole: Alright, you are making your first title defense here in the BMWF,
when you and Tamer fight it out for the US title. What are your thoughts
Ignition?

Ignition: Ahhh, I am excited. . .

Bole: Excited? You’re not nervous?

Ignition: NO!! I can’t wait to get out there and show Tamer exactly what I
can do! This guy is the picture of anti-clutch. He couldn’t win the lottery
if he knew the d@mn numbers! Tamer just doesn’t have what it takes to
compete with pure talent, and he doesn’t have what it takes to compete with
me! I told him I would give him a shot if he proved that he deserved it. . .

Bole: Did he prove it?

Ignition: NO, but I felt like I needed to defend this bad boy over my
shoulder, so I gave Tamer the okay. If he impresses me tonight, I will be
surprised, but hey, anything is possible. . .

(The camera man whispers something to Bole.)

Bole: No way, when?

(The camera man tell him again)

Bole: Saturday? I am just now knowing? What the heck. . .

Ignition: What the heck are you yappin about?

Bole: They found Saddam. . .

Ignition: Oh, that’s old news, plus you will see how old, dirty, and broken
this guy is! They should have just left him in his hole.

Bole: Hole?

Ignition: You will see. . .I think this interview is officially over. Good
talking to ya Bole, peace.

(Ignition walks away with his duffle bag and one hand, and his US on his
shoulder. FADE)

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

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way again. Lowedown and Flame walk straight to the ring and climb in. Lowedown walks right over and grabs a microphone and looks around the ring for a moment before speaking...)

JR:Lowedown and Master Z were originally barred from this arena and both men found a way to infiltrate the Key arena! Lowedown sent quite a few rental cops to the hospital as they attempted to keep him out of the building!

King:All Z had to do is sit by his corvette and relax and waited for Lowedown to come to him! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown pulls the microphone up as he begins to talk...)

LD:So, it appears you will be seeing your World champion after all!

(Crowd pops)

LD:Well, in that case...SEATTLE, WASHINGTON!

(Pause for effect)

LD:WOLFPAC...IN...THE...

LD & Crowd:HOUSE!!!

(Crowd erupts as Lowedown looks at his wife standing in the croner and gives his patented smirk...)

LD:As you heard earlier folks, Lowedown and Master Z will be fighting here tonight! The only problem is that it's a tag team match.

(Crowd boos)

LD:That's alright with me though because sometime tonight, I will place this fist across the side of Z's head and make him bleed for all my peeps! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:When I got out of the hospital Z, I sat back at my house for a day or two and tried to think about why you did what you did to me. Why did you turn your back on the bWo and YOUR World champion?

King:That's a valid question.

LD:I know it isn't too much jealousy because even I know you're not too much of a jealous man. Then I thought it might be about money, but you got enough money to last you a few lifetimes. After sitting back with a few beers, I realized exactly what you're problem is. It's so simple even the Dawg could understand it. It's your own fear of mortality Z.

JR:That's a new one.

King:A strange one too!

LD:Z, you know since we re-formed the bWo that I made it clear to every single bWo member that if they wanted a shot at this World title, all they had to do was ask. Did you ask me for a title shot at all Z? Did you ever come up to me and say, "Hey Lowedown! How about give your ol' buddy Z here a shot for the World title? We have Lowedown in one corner and Master Z in the other? How about it buddy?" You never asked me like a man Z! Instead of challenging me a man, you drive a stell chair against my skull and knock my @$$ out! I guess you can always ask someone that way as well if you want to come out like a punk!

(pause)

LD:If you would have ask me for a title shot Z, I would have given you a shot. But now you went and stepped over the line and woke up one BLEEPED off sonofableep!

(Crowd pops)

LD:You keep bringing up the fact that I have never beaten you in a match and that doesn't bug me Z. Do you know why it doesn't bug me? It's simply a matter of then versus now Z. When we fought, I was a snot nosed rookie trying to do whatever I could to make it to the big time! Now, I am a four time World Heavyweight champion! How about you? You are the Intercontinental cha...oh wait a minute! I'm sorry Z. I forgot for a second that you lost that belt to Vernon didn't ya? My bad Z...my bad! Last time I checked, I still got my belt around my waist!

JR:Low blow from the World champion!

King:Don't you mean "OUR" World champion? HAHAHA!

LD:Are you feeling naked without a belt around your waist Z? Well, you'd better get used to being the nudist lifestyle because you're not taking this belt away from me! That is the Lowedown on that!

(Crowd pops as Lowedown climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and holds the title up high. Lowedown then looks towards the Bruisertron and speaks again...)

LD:That was then and this is now Z! I'm not the same rookie I used to be! I'm the man who holds the World title and I am the man who will beat you here tonight! Soon Z, soon you and I will be standing in this very ring one on one and you'll learn why I am the best in this business and why the bWo is still just...too...

LD & Crowd:SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!

(Lowedown listens to the crowd chanting for the bWo as he drops the microphone and slides out of the ring. Flame follows behind him and holds his hand as they walk up the rampway and go through the entrance way...)

JR:Lowedown has let everyone here in Seattle and around the world that he is not afraid of Master Z one bit!

King:I'm scared of Z! YAHHH!

JR:We'll be right back!