Date : 12/20/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Tsongas Arena Lowell Massachusetts

(The scene opens up on Dale walking through the halls crowded with fans.)

Dale: I am walking through this part of the arena for one reason only. The states best hotdogs! I heard from a friend who lives here that they have great hotdogs. So I thought I should try them out.

(Dale gets to the hotdog concession stand.)

Worker: Hello Dale. I am a big fan of yours. Can I get your autograph?

Dale: Hi *squints to see the small letters on the workers name pin* Chase. Sure you can get an autograph, in exchange can I get a hotdog and a pepsi?

Worker: Wh...

Dale: Is there something wrong?

Worker: I just thought wrestlers drank beer, not soft drinks.

Dale: Well, some do, I don't. Not healthy before a match. Even though Bruiser thinks that the smallest things can set off an occasion for beer. But that's not a bad thing. Just a different oppinion.

Worker: Okay, here's your hotdog and pepsi sir. That will be $3.50 and an autograph.

Dale: Here ya go.

Worker: Thank you. Oh and good luck in your match tonight.

Dale: Thanks.

(Dale walks off with his food. He soon looks down at his uneaten hotdog and sees that written in mustard and ketchup is Good Luck. He smiles then takes a bite. As soon as he swallows that bite he begins to speak.)

Dale: So close. So very close. I was seconds away from winning. Yet I was foolish enough to throw the ref out of the ring and get disqualified. I thought he wouldn't notice it was me. How stupid. I shoulda faced Scotty like a man and battle out of the Scottamission. Next time we meet in the ring I will be the victor. But first I must take whats coming in the furture. The match between Vernon and I.

(Dale takes another bite of his hotdog.)

Dale: Oh. about that move I did at Bedlam to Scotty. That is my new lethal weapon. I call it the Bronx Blackout. Its a cross between the Hass of Pain, a single leg Boston Crab, and a crippler crossface. A very painful move that is impossible to get out of. Scotty was just lucky to get to the ropes. Next time he wont be so lucky. Next time I will make him pass out from it. In fact, tonight I will do it to Vernon. See how he handles the pain. If he manages to get to the ropes. He will have a Bronx Buster waiting for him. Either way it seems he wont be able to escape my wrath.

(Dale finishes his hotdog in the next 5 seconds and starts to drink his pepsi.)

Dale: I have been holding in this strong pain I feel inside. Two days ago I found out my brother was hurt in a car accident by a drunk truck driver. Last night he hit critical condition at 8pm. At midnight last night, he recovered. But either way he was in a car accident that involved a drunk driver. And I am angry. I am ready to tear something apart, and unlucky for Vernon, he is in a match with me. He better hope I don't break his bones. I have alot of things to be angry for, and when I am angry, I am dangerous. When Vernon was put into a match with me, he was practically pushed into a fenced in rottweiler pit. If he tries to escape there are snipers pitches around the fence to pick him off the fence if he climbs it. So, for that you know he is in trouble!

(Dale rns into Bole who looks tired out.)

Bole: Dale you lost track of time. You have to go out there in five minutes!

Dale: Don't worry. I am in my wrestling attire. I only have to take off my shirt. Dont worry.

Bole: Okay. Well gulp that drink down and go!

(Dale throws the cup into the trashcan and heads off. The scene fades.)

>>>

(The Camera shows a door with a face plate reading "The New Union" On it.)

Voice off Camera: Special Delivery!

(Suddenly a person taped to a chair slams into the door breaking it down. The chair rolls into the middle of the floor as running foot steps are heard. The camera focuses on Tobey Miliken's bleeding face.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from The Bronx...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dale Anderson

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Fighting out of San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Vernon Vanderbilt runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson uses a bulldog on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Dale Anderson leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Dale Anderson sets up the chair.
Dale Anderson goes for a brainbuster, but Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Vernon Vanderbilt runs into the ropes.
Dale Anderson executes a scoop slam on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Dale Anderson attempts to place Vernon Vanderbilt on the turnbuckle, but
Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Dale Anderson goes for a Frankensteiner, but Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with
a tiger driver.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
The cheers for Vernon Vanderbilt are drowning out the boos.
Vernon Vanderbilt nails Dale Anderson with a DDT.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a spear, but Dale Anderson side-steps and
Vernon Vanderbilt only hits air.
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.
The crowd is really behind Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson goes for an enzuigiri, but Vernon Vanderbilt ducks out of the way.
Vernon Vanderbilt kicks Dale Anderson.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Dale Anderson chops Vernon Vanderbilt.
Dale Anderson punches Vernon Vanderbilt.
Vernon Vanderbilt kicks Dale Anderson.
The crowd is wildly cheering Vernon Vanderbilt with only a few scattered boos
audible.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Dale Anderson with an enzuigiri.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for a spear, but Dale Anderson side-steps and
Vernon Vanderbilt only hits air.
Dale Anderson is going for the cover.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Dale Anderson nails Vernon Vanderbilt with a scoop slam.
Dale Anderson sets up the chair.
Dale Anderson takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a brainbuster onto the chair.
The crowd is cheering on Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson uses a front suplex on Vernon Vanderbilt.
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.
The crowd is cheering on Dale Anderson.
Dale Anderson goes for a brainbuster, but Vernon Vanderbilt blocks it.
Vernon Vanderbilt executes a Russian legsweep on Dale Anderson.
Vernon Vanderbilt throws Dale Anderson into the turnbuckle, but Dale Anderson
reverses it.
Dale Anderson charges in with a splash.
Joe Finch removes the chair from the ring.
Dale Anderson whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Dale Anderson with a kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt blows kisses and points to the stars.
The boos are resurfacing again.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for spinning heel kick, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson whips Vernon Vanderbilt into the ropes.
Dale Anderson goes for a bulldog, but Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with
a back suplex.

JR: Dale takes down Vernon with a hard right.

Dale bends down and grabs Vernons head, but Vernon gives Dale a hard right. Dale flings back and Vernon gets up. Vernon whips Dale to the ropes and when Dale rebounds Vernon gives Dale a big shoulder toss. Dale hops up and enziguiri the hell out of Vernons neck. Vernon fals face first to the mat seemingly knocked out. Dale goes to Vernons leg and locks in a single leg Boston Crab. He then steps over to the left side of Vernon and slips Vernons arm in between his legs. Dale then firmly places his elbow in the back of Vernons neck and leans back. Vernons foot is touching the back of his own head. He is screaming, fighting not to tap.

King: Can this be the end of the match?

JR: Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde enters the ring and hits Dale Anderson with a chair.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner by DQ is Dale Anderson!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Standing against a BMWF backdrop, we see Alexei Romanov, clad in a Triple
Threat t-shirt under his long trench. Beside him stands the BMWF's lovely
Cherri Runnels. At the site of Alexei, mild boos sound from the capacity
crowd.)

CHERRI: I'm standing here with Alexei Romanov, just a few moments away from
his match against Tai Hashi tonight. Alexei, you're about to go one-on-one
with one of the BMWF's toughest superstars, probably your biggest challenge
in a one-on-one match to date. Do you think you can get Kevin Storm out of
your head enough to focus on the match at hand?

(Alexei narrows his eyes and stares down at Cherri.)

ALEXEI: You give Kevin Storm far too much credit, my dear. While I have not
silenced him yet, I will in due time. He is not enough of a voice to
distract me from my task at hand and that task, tonight, is Tai Hashi. And
yes, Cherri, I have been focused on my match against Mr. Hashi for the past
several days. And even should I become distracted, then I will just see
Storm's face on Hashi's body and destroy him with the same anger that I used
to destroy Kevin Storm. So, you can put your fears aside, Cherri. I will go
into tonight with great focus and give Tai Hashi a match he will never
forget. So, spread the word, dear... Do not doubt me, else even you.. will
be SILENCED.

(Alexei walks off, leaving Cherri nervous and clutching her mic as the shot
fades..)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From 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.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Tai Hashi uses a jumping knee on Alexei Romanov.
Tai Hashi throws Alexei Romanov out of the ring.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, four, Alexei Romanov
reenters the ring.
Tai Hashi goes for straight kick, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov goes for a rolling elbow smash, but Tai Hashi side-steps and
Alexei Romanov only hits air.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Tai Hashi whips Alexei Romanov into the ropes, but Alexei Romanov reverses it.
Tai Hashi misses with a shoulderblock.
Alexei Romanov nails Tai Hashi with a spinebuster.
The crowd is starting to get behind Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov uses a superkick on Tai Hashi.
Alexei Romanov takes Tai Hashi down with an elbow smash.
Alexei Romanov is going for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Alexei Romanov whips Tai Hashi into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov hits Tai Hashi with a shoulderblock.
Alexei Romanov throws Tai Hashi over the top rope.
Charles Robertson issues a warning to Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov rolls out under the bottom rope.
Alexei Romanov throws Tai Hashi into the guardrail.
Alexei Romanov hits neckbreaker on Tai Hashi.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Alexei Romanov goes for a superkick, but Tai Hashi counters it with a legsweep.
Charles Robertson counts: 2.
Tai Hashi climbs back into the ring.
Alexei Romanov follows him back in.
Alexei Romanov brings the table into the ring.
Alexei Romanov hits Tai Hashi with a spinebuster.
A small "Alexei Romanov" chant is being started.
Alexei Romanov extends his arms out in the crucifix pose.
The crowd is starting to get behind Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov executes a Gorilla Press on Tai Hashi.
A small "Alexei Romanov" chant is being started.
Alexei Romanov goes for a superkick, but Tai Hashi counters it with a legsweep.
Tai Hashi hits Alexei Romanov with a legdrop.
Tai Hashi goes for toe kick, but Alexei Romanov blocks it.
Alexei Romanov uses a European uppercut on Tai Hashi.
Alexei Romanov throws Tai Hashi over the top rope.
Charles Robertson teases disqualifying Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov goes outside.
Charles Robertson counts: 1.
Tai Hashi is busted wide open.
Alexei Romanov throws Tai Hashi into the ringsteps.
Alexei Romanov throws Tai Hashi into the guardrail.
Alexei Romanov goes for a superkick, but Tai Hashi ducks out of the way.
Tai Hashi climbs back into the ring.
Alexei Romanov rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Tai Hashi throws Alexei Romanov into the turnbuckle.
Alexei Romanov comes back, but is met with the Tornado DDT.
Tai Hashi goes for a jumping knee, but Alexei Romanov side-steps and Tai Hashi
only hits air.
Alexei Romanov gives the sign for the Exit Wound.
Alexei Romanov executes the Exit Wound on Tai Hashi.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Alexei Romanov hits Tai Hashi with a rolling elbow smash.
Alexei Romanov goes for neckbreaker, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Tai Hashi goes for a stiff karate kick to the head, but Alexei Romanov
blocks it.
Alexei Romanov nails Tai Hashi with a spinebuster.
Alexei Romanov throws Tai Hashi out of the ring.
Charles Robertson counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
Tai Hashi reenters the ring.
Alexei Romanov takes Tai Hashi down with a Gorilla Press.
Alexei Romanov extends his arms out in the crucifix pose.
A few fans are cheering on Alexei Romanov.

JR: This is getting good, King! Alexei has Hashi in the corner and he's
laying into him with some pretty brutal knife-edge chops! Alexei grabs him
and shoots Hashi across the ring into the opposite corner and charges in,
only for Hashi to throw an elbow up and catch him right in the chops!

KING: You think he can pull off this win, JR?

JR: I dunno, but he's putting up one hell of a fight! Hashi's coming at
Alexei with a couple quick punches and he tries to nail him with a dropkick,
but Alexei grabs him in mid air and takes him down in a sidewalk slam! He
stands over Tai Hashi and raises his arms out to his sides, taunting him!
But wait, Hashi just kicked his legs up and hooked Alexei's arms, he's got
him covered!

The ref counts: One... Tw-- kickout!

JR: Almost got a two count there, but not quite. Alexei gets up and pulls
Tai Hashi to his feet, starting to attack him with several elbow shots! He
goes for the rolling elbow strike only for Tai Hashi to duck it and grab
Alexei by the head, driving him to the mat in a sit-out slam! Tai Hashi gets
up and goes up to the top rope. He might be going for the shooting star
press! Alexei gets up and runs into the ropes and knocks Hashi down,
straddling the turnbuckle!

KING: Ohhh, don't look, kids!

JR: Alexei grabs Hashi and throws him off the turnbuckle, and it looks like
he's ready for the Exit Wound! He grabs Hashi and locks him in, lifting him
high and dumping him hard in the Exit Wound!!

KING: It's over, JR! It's all over!

(Suddenly, the Bruisertron changes from a shot of the match to a shot of
Kevin Storm's face. The crowd starts cheering as Alexei looks on, surprised
and very irritated.)

KING: What the..? What's this all about, JR?! He needs to keep his nose out
of other people's business!

Kevin: Hey, Alexei. Thought this would be a good time to catch you. You see,
you may have taken me out for a few weeks, but you never can put me away for
good. You see, no matter what you can do to me, I'll always bounce back. And
I can never be silenced. You see, even if you should find a way to shut me
up, I'll still be in your mind, taunting you. And you can't shut out my
voice in your mind. I'll always be there, during your match. Try as you
like, but I... can't... be... SILENCED!

(Kevin smirks)

Kevin: When I return, you'll learn what it means to walk... Between
Worlds...

(Kevin smirks again, then continues...)

Kevin: I just noticed that your match is going on without you. So I better
let you go and watch you lose... Adios....

(As the Bruisertron switches back to the match at hand, Alexei sees his own
front and the image of Tai Hashi standing behind him. Alexei quickly spins
around and...)

JR: OH MY! What a vicious karate kick, right to Alexei's head, and he's
stumbling! Tai Hashi grabs him from behind and rolls him up!

The ref counts: One... Two... THREE!

*DING DING*

 LILLY: The winner is Tai Hashi!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Scotty is seen talking to Ash. They are looking at each other and seem to be in a discussion.)

Scotty: I know it seems reckless... That is the beauty of the match... I know I can do it.

Ash: I agree, but you do realize that it goes both ways. I’m not exactly looking forward to having to pick out another tag team partner anytime soon.

Scotty: Yeah I know... But it just might put an end ta those punks all tagetha.

Ash: Look, I know you think you’re invincible. But if you bite off more than you can chew you’re just going to choke on it. I really don’t think you embarrassing yourself in front of an arena full of people is what’s best for the Syndicate.

Scotty: I know... I know... Trust me... Ya've trusted me before now... I just ask ya ta trust me once more.

Ash: You’re as crazy as you are ugly Scotty. But I can’t say I’d have it any other way.

Scotty: It wouldn't be me if it weren't.

>>>

(Witherspoon is heading towards the Syndicate locker room to get ready for
his tag match when Mafioso suddenly comes walking from around the corner and
sees Witherspoon. Shortly after he sees Carlos walking up behind Spoon and
decides to stall him for a second or two)

Mafioso: Hey Spoon. If I were you I would just forget about the tag match
with Tobey and Nate. Do yourself a favor and just leave right now!

(Before Witherspoon can respond to Mafioso's threat Carlos runs up from
behind and pushes Witherspoon towards Mafioso who then in turn levels Spoon
with a devastating clothesline that sends him slamming hard onto the ground.
Mafioso and Carlos continue to stomp away on Witherspoon until he makes no
clear attempt to protect himself and then drag him as quietly as possible in
front of the Prime Time locker room door. Mafioso drapes a Union shirt over
Spoon's face before he and Carlos knock on the door then run away before
anyone answer's. The scene fades as the door begins to open)

(“Vertigo” plays and out walks a bloodied and battered Tobey Miliken with Misty Rivers. Misty looks a bit mad but she has the TV Title over her shoulder. Tobey is wearing a black suit with a red tie. He is all smiles as he enters the ring.)
 
Tobey: Well here we are up north and at Christmas time. What’s the name of this place? Tsongas Arena? You mean to tell me you morons named an arena after a senator?
 
(The crowd all boos)
 
Tobey: No now wait, let me get this straight you named this arena after a bow tie wearing nerd? A man who went on and yes had a brilliant career in the senate, but tried to run for President a few times and couldn’t even win a primary.
 
(The crowd boos some more.)
 
Tobey: Goodness sake people, you just don’t know how to get a man elected from these parts do you. Not just Paul Tsongas  but there was that big eye browed looking freak Dukakis and then you had the Herman Munster look a like, John Kerry. Come on you all just got lucky to get JFK elected.
 
(“Tobey Sucks” chants starts and Tobey stands a looks with a scowl on his face.)
 
Tobey: I suck? It takes you morons 86 years to win a world series and I suck? No wonder Pedro left Boston, I’ve been here two hours and I want to leave.
 
(The “Tobey Sucks” chants get louder.)
 
Tobey: And your Patriots? Come on. Yeah they have an amazing record of beating losers. WOW, who couldn’t beat The Bengals, The Browns, The Steelers…oh wait… They didn’t beat the Steelers. People, please… you stand out there you bunch of fat boys just salivating at my girl Misty here. You could only dream of a girl like her, and I have her, night after night after…
 
(Misty grabs the mic from Tobey.)
 
Misty: Not tonight you won’t.
 
(The crowd all cheers and Tobey looks at her like she’s crazy.)
 
Misty: What about Lisa?
 
(Tobey just smiles.)

Tobey: Come on baby you don’t think anything happened between me and her do you. I told you, I was out playing Yahtzee that night with some of my actor buddies. That little sketch you saw was only that a sketch and nothing…
 
(Then up on the Bruiser Tron we see a hotel room. Lisa is walking down the hall and has two dresses in bags. She knocks on a door. Tobey answers in his robe.)
 
Tobey: Well…hello gorgeous.
 
(The two kiss and Lisa drops the gowns in the hall as the two walk on in the room. You can hear moans and groans coming from the room. Then they get louder.)
 
King: MY HERO!
 
JR: This guy is lower than dirt.
 
Misty: So you were playing Yahtzee?
 
Tobey: Yeah… you see I was screaming Yahtzee and she was just screaming.
 
King: YAHTZEE JR! YAHTZEE!
 
Misty: I go to visit my family for Christmas and you go grab one of your slutty girlfriends and…
 
(Lisa comes down to the ring and she is packing the dresses with her.)
 
Lisa: You calling me slutty?
 
Misty: If the shoes fit…wear them.
 
Lisa: Honey, I’ll have you know that I can do things that make Tobey feel more of a man than you can EVER!
 
(The two look at each other in the ring and start looking at each other. They get closer and look like they are going to fight, then they start looking at each other like they are going to kiss.)
 
King: I think they are going to kiss JR. I think we are going to see real action.
 
Tobey: Hold it girls!
 
King: NO! Don’t stop them.
 
Tobey: We’ll have to continue this back in my dressing area.
 
King: NO! Finish it in my dressing room.
 
JR: King?!
 
King: Sorry JR. But they are so hot.
 
Tobey: You two go on back and we’ll finish business later.
 
(Misty and Lisa leave together.)
 
Tobey: Now Witherspoon, I have a couple of dresses here for you and BIG VERN! Tonight you can pick them up in my dressing room after I beat the stuffing out of you. It’s about time you people here in New England see how a real man beats someone. Now if you will all excuse me. I have two hot ladies waiting for a little, Tobey Action. Catch ya later.
 
(“Vertigo” plays and Tobey walks out with a smile on his face.)
 
King: He’s so cool JR. I want to be like Tobey when I grow up.
 
JR: You’ll never grow up King.
 
King: Yeah, probably not. But I can dream.

>>>

(Backstage in Howitzer’s locker room, Howitzer and Rodderick Bane are still in their street clothes, opening their duffel bags and getting ready for their night’s work.  Bane withdraws a brown leather belt with a large circular buckle and hangs it off a peg in one of the lockers.)
 
RODDERICK BANE:  If you win tonight, you truly intend to join The Family?
 
HOWITZER:  First of all, it’s not “if,” but “when.”  Ok?  You’ve gotta learn that mindset…around here, there isn’t a lot of room for, ah, linguistic sissies.  It’s not “If I win” but “WHEN I win.”  You don’t qualify any of your statements, it makes you look like you don’t have the stones to compete in this fed.
 
RODDERICK BANE:  All right, noted.  But as to my question…you will join The Family WHEN you win tonight’s Iron Man match?  I thought you asked me to join the BMWF for the purpose of fighting off the stables.
 
HOWITZER:  Yeah, a month or so ago, that was the reason.  But a lot’s happened since then.  Then, it was just The Family & The Union.  Plenty of guys still not in stables.  But just a few weeks later, all of a sudden it’s The Family, The Union, Prime Time reforms with Vernon Peterbilt making a return, and then the tag champs form The Syndicate.  EVERYBODY was in a stable.  There’s no way I can stay clear of ‘em all.  You throw a stone five feet in the BMWF nowadays, you hit a stable.  I was walkin’ outta the bathroom a couple minutes ago after takin’ a leak, and I tripped over three guys who were in stables. 
 
RODDERICK BANE:  So you see fit to be absorbed into one.
 
HOWITZER:  Not much choice anymore, Bloodaxe.  With that many of our top-tier stars in stables, I could see the writing on the wall.  All the good matches, all the title shots, all the respect…it was all gonna be hoarded by the stables.  We’re in Rome, ace.  Gotta do as the Romans do, ya know?
 
RODDERICK BANE:  I see.
 
HOWITZER:  And it ain’t just any stable.  It’s the best one out there.  The Family’s got the talent and the experience.  If I join…sorry, WHEN I join…the BMWF’s put on notice.  Get out of the way, or get steamrolled.  Besides, you oughta be happy about joining The Family anyway.
 
RODDERICK BANE:  Oh?  And why is that, Mack?
 
HOWITZER:  Ok, see, that’s another thing.  You can’t really be calling me by my real name when we’re on TV.
 
RODDERICK BANE:  Why?
 
HOWITZER:  Because.  It’s not my wrestling name.  It’s not my professional name.  You should be calling me “Howitzer.” 
 
RODDERICK BANE:  All the time?
 
HOWITZER:  Yep.
 
RODDERICK BANE:  Seems a little cartoony though, don’t you think?  I mean, we’ve known each other a long time.  I’ve never called you “Howitzer” before.
 
HOWITZER:  (shakes his head and cracks a bemused smile)  I know.  But just go with me on this one, will ya.  “Howitzer.”  That’s my name.
 
RODDERICK BANE:  All right, agreed.  But why, again, should I be happy about The Family?  You know how I detest attacking on the strength of numbers alone rather than skill.
 
HOWITZER:  And that’s my point!  The Family doesn’t really go in for that kind of thing!  They’re not a bunch of wolf-packers like The Syndicate or The Union.  Guys in The Family watch each other’s backs and they fight their own battles.  Believe me, if were any way else, I’d go out there and whale on Wilma Black for 60 minutes and then spit in The Family’s face.  But instead, I’m gonna go out there, whale on Wilma Black for 60 minutes, and shake their hands. 
 
RODDERICK BANE:  Just remember, Howitzer:  nothing in life is ever certain.
 
HOWITZER:  Except your penchant for cryptic remarks.
 
(Howitzer stands up and pats Bane on the shoulder.  He then gets a lemon-lime Gatorade out of his bag and takes a long draught.)
 
HOWITZER:  Now c’mon and get ready.  I’m on in an hour.
 
FADEs

>>>

(The scene opens up as we see Slim Jim Sullivan knocking on the locker room door of Axe. Several moments pass by when finally Axe opens the door shaking his head in disgust as he sees Slim Jim.)

(He cracks the door open a little and walks away leaving Slim Jim to stand for a few moments before we hear Axe sighing. He approaches towards the door and swings it open.)

Axe: I thought you weren't as stupid as Bole? Can't you open a door?

Slim Jim: Usually people say come in or it's open.

Axe: I cracked the door open didn't that explain enough?

(Silence falls in the room.)

Axe: I guess not. So what is it you want Slim an interview?

Slim Jim: If you wouldn't mind.

Axe: Well I do but I'll have no choice just start rolling.

(Axe gets in position with Slim Jim as the interview begins.)

Slim Jim: Axe last week you got brutally attacked by not just Tamer nor Kolic and Vernon Vanderbilt but Ezekiel all in one night! How are you feeling after those vicious attacks?

Axe: Oh I am just fine Slim in fact after I was attacked I went out and partied hard.

(Slim looks confused.)

Axe: How the hell do you think I felt?! LOOK at my head you moron! Man...I felt like complete crap but I am here..I wouldn't dare pass this day! Tonight Kolic learns his mistake of helping Tamer.

Slim: But didn't you find Ezekiel's reason to attack you crazy?

Axe: Ezekiel is one crazy guy...a guy that spends his time in theatres like some freakin' Phantom of the Opera or some crap. He wants to attack me cause I used HIS staple gun? Since when was that copyrighted? I did think it was crazy but I also thought it was hey let's jump on "Beat Axe to nothing bandwagon."

Slim: So your just happy to get your hands on Kolic?

Axe: Of course...one is better than none. And it beats having to kick Cash Flo's *Bleep* week in...week out. Kolic will pay and he'll learn what not to do next time. And of course my favourite opponent is on the 27th...Tamer. A man who I hate just as much as he hates me. That match will be bloody...dangerous...scary...and down right brutal. Tamer thinks he has this in the bag...he's wrong.

Slim: Well I guess that's everything.

Axe: Good get out.

(Slim Jim leaves hanging his head as the scene fades out.)

>>>

(Witherspoon is sitting by a water cooler. He looks up and looks into the eyes of his mentor, Scotty.)

Witherspoon: <make a comment>

Scotty: So I guess ya think I'm crazy also.

Witherspoon: <say something about not crazy but out there>

Scotty: It'll send a message out ta the new Union.

Witherspoon: <make another comment>

Scotty: I know.. I know... Everyone is tryin' ta talk me outta this... But I got muh mind set on this.

Witherspoon: <make comment>

(They shake hands after they get through talking.)

>>>

(Tobey Miliken is standing backstage when suddenly he is clobbered over the head with a baseball
bat. Tobey falls to the floor as his attacker steps into the shot. It is a masked, golden
figure, wielding a golden bat.)
JR: This looks like the man who attacked Ezekiel last week!
King: Now that's what I call multitasking!
(The golden man starts kicking Tobey in the ribs before placing a couple more bat shots across his
back.)
Gold guy: Some Union! Where are your Union buddies now, Tobey? They weren't here to save you.
Are these people your friends? Are you even capable of having friends? Looks to me like they've
left you out to dry, Tobey.
(The man nails Tobey with another shot with the bat.)
Gold guy: Just remember, Tobey. . . I can get to you, and anyone else I want, no matter where you
are.
(The golden guy disappears as medics rush in to attend to Tobey.)
JR: Who is this mysterious golden figure who is responsible for these attacks?
King: I don't know, JR, but he's definitely got some anger toward Tobey and Zeke.
JR: And apparently stables in general.
King: He's probably just some pathetic loser who couldn't get into a stable. Which doesn't say
much for him. I mean, everybody's in a stable these days!
JR: Almost everyone, at least. Hopefully soon this man will reveal himself, before anyone else
gets hurt.
King: Reveal himself? He'd be the most marked man in the BMWF!
JR: That's a good point. But more on that later. Let's get on with the show!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Newark, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 244 pounds...

Axe

(The lights in the go out and begin a strobe effect immediately starting "New Noise" by Refused to play as the sold out crowd in the Tsongas Arena begin roaring with boos.)

JR: Axe is facing a man who he must surely hate just as much as Tamer because Kolic is also a member of Prime Time and was responsible for some of the attacks on Axe!

King: If we thought last week's match with Witherspoon was vicious we haven't seen nothing yet!

JR: Strangely enough I agree with you Kolic could be in dangerous territory with Axe.

(Axe appears from behind the curtain his head wrapped in bandages from the attacks made by Ezekiel along with Tamer, Kolic and Vernon on seperate ocassions. Axe is dressed in his sleeveless "Axe" shirt which reads on the front "Over The Border..." and on the back "To Loner's Landing!" along with black Cargo shorts, black elbow pads, black kneepads, white hand tape and black Doc Martins. He walks over to each edge of the stage and makes an "A" shape only to be pelted by flying debris and thunderous boos.)

JR: Axe isn't looking too good after receiving several staples to the head from Ezekiel and those other attacks made by the other Prime Time members.

King: Kolic is lucky this isn't a hardcore match because you can believe Axe would get his retribution!

(Axe than proceeds down the ramp talking trash to the BMWF fans before rolling underneath the bottom rope getting to his feet where he than hops up on the middle turnbuckle doing an "A" shape again only to get booed. He drops his arms and hops down and receives a microphone from the announcer bringing the lights back to normal and the music to stop and creating the crowd to chant.)

CROWD: AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE! AXE-HOLE!

(Axe smiles and soaks it all in until eventually the crowd dies down and he can bring the mic to his lips to speak.)

Axe: So Kolic you thought it might be some fun to tag along with your good old buddy Tamer and get me back for something you weren't even involved in. But I guess since you are friends with Tamer you think it's also your responsible to jump in.

Axe: Not really too smart Kolic because while you've been busy disgusing in masks and attacking me not to mention last week where Vern and Tamer surprise surprise...got involved you've just made me mad.

Axe: And now you end up being booked in a match against yours truly. I had a friend once by the name of Witherspoon who nailed me perfectly on the head with the following statement. I am a border-line psychotic. But guess what Kolic? Tonight...I am over that border and completely driven crazy!

Axe: I am driven crazy to beat your *BLEEP* into a bloody little pulp! I am driven to get my revenge! And I am DRIVEN to destroy your good friend Tamer next week at Season's Beatings!

Axe: So enough of the talking...let's get to some *BLEEP* BEATING!

(Axe throws the mic down on the mat and goes over to his corner where he stretches and prepares for Kolic to appear and the bell to sound the start of the match.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of 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.)

*DING DING* 

JR: The bell has sounded and Axe is wasting no time as he delivers a series of right hands across the face of Kolic!
Axe now mixing it up with some deafening chops across the chest of Kolic and he's not letting up!

King: JR it's simple Axe just wants to hurt Kolic more than anything else.

JR: Axe now with a blatant rake to the eyes!
OH COME ON! Axe is running his face along the top rope!
Axe follows with a kick to the groin and Kolic is down on the mat!

Axe gives some kicks to the ribs before dropping to one knee and begins to repeatedly punch Kolic across the head but the referee starts counting and stops Axe at four.

JR: Axe nearly disqualified if he had continued but he's now got Kolic up on his feet.
Kolic now thrown to the ropes on the return OH! Axe just like a Transport truck just knocked Kolic back to the mat with a vicious shoulderblock!

King: There is a considerable weight difference between those two JR! Axe is the heavier of the two that's why you saw Kolic literally fly before hitting the mat!

JR: Axe executes a swinging neckbreaker on Kolic.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Axe.
Axe executes a Russian legsweep on Kolic.
Axe uses a Hotshot on Kolic.
Axe whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Axe ducks out of the way.
Axe hits Kolic with a Hotshot.
Axe runs into the ropes.
Kolic uses spinning headscissors on Axe.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Kolic.
Kolic executes irish whip on Axe.
Kolic smacks Axe with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic goes for a frog splash, but Axe rolls out of the way.
Axe uses a powerbomb on Kolic.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Axe complains about a slow count.
Axe executes a powerbomb on Kolic.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Axe stands on the middle rope and mouths off to the crowd.
Axe is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

Axe is thrown into the corner but manages to remove the padding and as Kolic comes his way side-steps and drills his head across the exposed turnbuckle doing it ten times before letting Kolic drop to the mat.

JR: MY GAWD! Axe just drove Kolic's head into the exposed turnbuckle ten times!

King: Nothing wrong with that! HA! HA!

Axe lifts Kolic head off the mat and dropkicks him behind the head and picks him up from the mat only to receive a tri-fecta of vertical suplexes!

JR: Tri-fecta of vertical suplexes were pulled off by Axe!
Axe still isn't satisfied and has Kolic up OH! And a chop to the chest!
And a headbutt causing Kolic to stagger back!

King: It's a slug fest!

JR: Kolic is starting to fight back with a right hand! And another!
Axe with a strong uppercut! Kolic with a cross! Axe with a damn knee to the groin!
And now he's stealing a page from Scotty Scott's book and biting his damn head while raking at the eyes!

The referee stops this at four as Axe laughs and gets the crowd to boo and chant that famous chant.

Axe uses an atomic drop on Kolic.
Axe hits Kolic with a backspin DDT.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Axe.
Axe stands on the middle rope and mouths off to the crowd.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Axe.
Axe nails Kolic with a belly-to-back suplex.
Axe hits Kolic with a powerbomb.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Axe goes for a powerbomb, but Kolic counters it with a backdrop.
In turn, Axe counters it with a sunset flip.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Axe kicks Kolic.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Axe.
Axe punches Kolic.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Axe.
Kolic chops Axe.
Kolic kicks Axe.

JR: Axe whipping Kolic into the ropes but it's reversed!
Axe manages to duck the Binary Blast from Kolic and returns off the ropes with an OH MY! A beautiful Backspin DDT! Axe with the cover! One...Two...NO! Kolic managed to kick out it wasn't enough.

Axe grabs Kolic by his legs and holds them together before dropping back and sending Kolic into the ropes.

JR: Axe is now choking the life out of Kolic by leaning onto the body of Kolic!
The ref manages to break it up by the count of four!
Axe staying on Kolic by delivering a series of elbowsmashes to the back of the neck!

Axe suddenly takes a running start to the ropes and as he approaches Kolic leaps up in the air with a dropkick sending Kolic over the ropes to the outside.

JR: OH MY! Kolic just got dropkicked by Axe to the outside of the ring!

King: This could spell trouble for Kolic now JR!

Axe climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and leaps off as he nails Kolic with an elbow drop right to the outside of the ring!

JR: Axe just nailed an elbow drop onto the chest of Kolic!
Both men are slow getting up and the referee is counting!
Axe is starting to stir and has managed to get into the ring and gets out restarting the count!

Axe picks up Kolic and gives him a stiff kick to the gut before suddenly stuffing his head and hoisting him up for a powerbomb only to be dropped onto the guard rail!

JR: Axe with a devastating powerbomb which almost broke Kolic in half! Axe is now choking Kolic with his boot and the ref is having to count as well as count the men out! Axe stops at four.

REF: FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!

JR: Axe picks up Kolic by his head.
He's whipping him into the post!

*BAM!*

KING: Hold it! Wrong sound effect!

*BOING*

KING: That's better!

JR: Kolic's head just connected off the post!
Axe has entered in the ring but he's getting back out again!
He's now repeatedly bouncing Kolic's head off the steel steps!
Axe has stopped at the count of five and has rolled Kolic back inside!

The cheers for Kolic are drowning out the boos.
Kolic executes a spin kick on Axe.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic almost takes Axe's head off with a clothesline
Kolic executes spinning headscissors on Axe.
Kolic goes for a 619, but Axe blocks it.
Axe executes the Loner's Landing on Kolic.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Axe.
Axe goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Axe runs into the ropes.
Axe goes for a backspin DDT, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic almost takes Axe's head off with a clothesline
Kolic goes for a punch, but Axe blocks it.
Axe goes for a kick to the groin, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic nails Axe with a punch.
Kolic punches Axe.
The cheers for Kolic are drowning out the boos.
Kolic chops Axe.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Kolic.
Kolic hits Axe with a spin kick.
Kolic takes Axe down with spinning headscissors.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Kolic.
Kolic executes a frog splash on Axe.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Axe with a shoulderblock.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Axe hits Kolic with a kick.
Axe hits Kolic with a powerslam.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Axe goes for a backspin DDT, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic uses a punch on Axe.
Kolic throws Axe into the turnbuckle.
Axe comes back, but is met with an elbow.
Kolic leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Kolic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Kolic takes Axe down with spinning headscissors.
Axe collides with Jack Slone.
Kolic smacks Axe with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic almost takes Axe's head off with a clothesline
Kolic takes Axe down with a punch.
Kolic hits a spin kick on Axe.
Kolic seemingly enjoys the boos.
Kolic almost takes Axe's head off with a clothesline
Kolic is going for the pin.
There is no referee to count.
Kolic hits Axe with a punch.
Kolic whips Axe into the ropes.
Kolic goes for a punch, but Axe blocks it.
Axe whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic smacks Axe with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Kolic smacks Axe with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic executes a 619 on Axe.
Kolic acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Kolic hits a 619 on Axe.
Kolic is starting to get more cheers than boos.

JR: Axe just leveled Kolic with a monster clothesline! He's signaling for
the Loner's Landing!

King: Finally!

JR: He picks up Kolic...wait! Kolic slid out! Axe turns around, and Kolic
hits a standing dropkick! He's calling for the Binary Blast! He grabs Axe,
Irish Whips him into the ropes, and...THERE IT IS! BINARY BLAST! He goes for
the pin!

There is no referee to count.

Kolic tries to wake up Jack Slone.

Axe nails Kolic from behind.

JR: Axe has whipped Kolic into the corner!
Kolic comes staggering out from it backwards!
Axe manages to catch him with a Belly-to-back suplex!

Axe goes to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a leg drop catching Kolic across the neck. He covers him for the count.

JR: A pin attempt here! One....Two....Th-NO! Kolic is still alive in this match by getting his foot on the ropes!

Axe scurries to his feet and pulls Kolic up and delivers an eye poke followed by a rake to the eyes and a kick to the groin before being atomic dropped and quickly caught with a small package as Axe uses the tights.

JR: Axe is holding the tights but the referee doesn't see!
One...Two...Thr-NO! Kolic again manages to kick out!

JR: Axe has just wrapped his leg around Kolic's and he's bringing him down with a Russian legsweep!
And Kolic's head bounced off the mat!
Axe still isn't satisfied and has thrown him to the ropes!
WAIT! KOLIC HAS THE SLIDE RULE NO! Axe just powerslammed him to the mat!

King: What a move!

Axe picks up Kolic and attempts to throw him in the ropes and succeeds as he returns Axe catches Kolic with a nasty looking swinging neckbreaker.

JR: OUCH! That didn't look good for Kolic!
Axe is now choking away Kolic look at the hate in his eyes!
He's finally stopped at the count of four!

Kolic nails Axe.

JR: Axe is hanging between the middle ropes and Kolic is going for the 6-1-9!
Here he comes NO! Axe managed to move and Kolic hit air!
Axe now OH MY! He just knocked Kolic back to the outside!
And Axe isn't wasting any time he's going straight for the kill!

King: YAHH!

Axe removes a few mats to expose the cold concrete as he picks up Kolic and kicks him in the gut before suddenly being hit with The Loner's Landing!

JR: LONER'S LANDING! LONER'S LANDING! LONER'S LANDING ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!

REF: THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!

JR: Axe is now unloading several headbutts across his skull!
He's rolled him in as Axe is getting inside the squared circle!
Axe now with the cover this could be all!

Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
Axe is starting to get more cheers than boos.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Axe!

("New Noise" by Refused plays as Axe's arm is lifted by the referee only to be booed by the crowd. Axe shakes his head and gives one final kick to the ribs on Kolic before leaving the ring and heading up the ramp when...)

JR: we'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens with Axe coming back from the ring. As Axe enters the area
with all production controls, his head is practically taken off by a
swinging chair..)

*SMACK*

(The camera shows Tamer holding the chair looking down at Axe.)

Tamer: Nice Match!

(Tamer kicks Axe. Tamer grabs Axe's head as he is standing and slams it
against one of the control panels. Suddenly the camera switches and we see
Jr and King at the announce table)

JR: Sorry folks um we're experiencing some technical difficulties due to...

King: Due to the Fact that Two Morons are fighting in the control area!

(The lights in the arena go off. The come back on.)

JR: We're trying to get a camera view back to were the action is... I
believe we have a mic that is being cued up.

*CRASH*

(The feed from the mic goes to static.)

King: So Much for that!

JR: I do apologize to all you at home. I really don't know what to say.

(Suddenly The trumpeting music made famous from old Godzilla movies
plays over the PA system as short glimpse of the creature Godzilla appear on
the BruiserTron. As the music reaches its climax, a roar can be. Music that
sounds like
the beat to "Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monche, however it is heavily distorted
electric guitars, begins to play. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA RASS UP!
TYRONE MON, FEE HIM AH SAY GET DA RASS UP!


King: AH NO!

JR: Could it be!

(The music cuts and the camera switches showing Tamer and Axe rolling down
the steps from the control position falling into the backstage area. Both
men scramble to their feet and run at each other. On Impact Tamer is knocked
back a bit but Axe falls down. )

King: Where's Tyrone?

JR: I just got word that the music was triggered by their brawling. Tyrone
is not here!

King: Whew!

(Tamer grabs a board that has all the match listings on it and cracks it
over Axe's head.)

*CRACK*

(Tamer goes to grabs something else but is grabbed by security. Axe is
picked up by security and held.)

Tamer: Let me go!

Axe: Come on it is but scratch!

(Tamer breaks away and meet Axe's nose with a straight right. Tamer then
grabs Axe's head and crashes his face into the wall. Axe's nose begins to
bleed. Security separates the two again.)

Tamer: Just wait Axe...Just wait till Season's Beatings!

Axe: I am ready...

(Axe spits in Tamer's face. Tamer a struggles to get free but security hauls
the two men off in separate directions.)

JR: It looks like the Chain Match is going to be a Slobber Knocker!

>>>

(Judge walks to Scotty. He looks like something is on his mind.)

Scotty: Ya got somethin' ta say?

Judge: Are you sure about this Scotty?

Scotty: I'm sure.

Judge: Alright, I just need to make sure that you know what you are doing and everything is under control.

Scotty: I know... I've heard it from Spoon and Ash already.

Judge: This is a very serious situation, and everything needs to be handled right.

Scotty: I know... But afta tanight.... There ain't no turnin' back.

Judge: Alright my friend, let's go show the world what we're made of.

>>>

(Backstage, the camera is hurrying toward a definite scene of commotion.
Loud banging and shouting can be heard and once the camera turns the corner,
we see a furious Alexei Romanov violently manhandling the backstage sets,
hurling chairs against walls, kicking garbage cans down the hallways, and
nearly hitting BMWF staff with other assorted debris as he continues his
violent tirade. When he finally takes a moment to breathe, Michael Bole
approaches.)

BOLE: Alexei...

ALEXEI: *What* do you want, Bole?! Did you want to rub it in?! That he got
to me?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO DO?!?!

BOLE: No! No... I.. I just wanted to know if you had anything to tell Kevin
Storm.

ALEXEI: Anything to tell him? Oh... Oh, you better believe I have words for
him, Bole.

(Alexei grabbed Bole's mic, nudging him away as he became the sole figure in
the shot.)

ALEXEI: Storm... You made a costly error tonight. Denying me respect is one
thing, but costing me pride is another! NO ONE interrupts my time, Mr.
Storm! NO ONE! Especially not you! But you can't help yourself. All you do
is sit there and torment me... You're like a *BLEEP*ing tumor! A BLEEPED
tumor, infecting this federation, and infecting my performance! You need to
be removed, Storm. *I* need to remove you! I *will* remove you! No matter
what you think, I guarantee one thing... YOU WILL! BE! *SILENCED*!!

(Alexei hurls the mic away, turning from the camera and taking his anger
elsewhere as we fade...)

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by with Scotty Scott.)

Bole: Rumors are floating around about you having a special message for the new Union. Could you let us in on this?

Scotty: Bole, I would tell ya.... But I think I'm gonna keep it a secret for a lil'bit longa... But I promise yer gonna find out lata on tanight.

Bole: Fair enough... Tonight you are facing your cousin, Shane Perish. Do you have any reservations about this match?

Scotty: The only reservations I got for tanight is for this Italian restruant lata on tanight.

Bole: So it doesn't bother you about facing your own flesh and blood?

Scotty: He's a cousin.... It ain't like he is from the exact same family... we got family membas in common.. We ain't neva been close... I was closa ta the luchadores that I brought ta the BMWF a year ago than him. I know Shane has his hopes up for a tag team title match.... Sorry.... Ash has plans.... Maybe Shane and Harry might get ta get their chance anotha day. Shane, I've beaten ya so many times it is sick.... Hardcore Harry... I gotta score ta settle wit ya.... But I will let ya know what kinda match in muh own time....

Bole: Are you sure that you don't want to say what that might be?

Scotty: I'm sure.... Now Bole.... I got nightmares ta create.

(Scotty walks off.)

>>>

(The scene fades in to a dark room where Shane is sitting on a stool with a solitary blue light shining down upon him. Shane has a barrel towards is right and a table with a bottle and other items to his left and directly in front of him lies a bag filled with items. He seems to be looking thru a binder of some sort.)

Shane: Ah all the fond memories I have shared with Scotty from when we were children beating up the other kids in the neighbor hood to when we reformed the Union a year ago and fought to preserve it until he started letting all the garbage in like all his little La Raza pukes and Latino Heat. Yes I remember it all so well. I also remember when Scotty handed over leadership to Latino Heat when I was the right full heir to that throne.

(Shane releases a long sigh.)

Shane: Oh yes I remember that day quite well the hate that filled me the rage that started to consume me. But I did as my cousin wanted I served in a Union army that would fall apart. He had left and I was left to hold the pieces together. Valiantly I tried but couldn’t. I also remember being the last one to wear those Union colors.

(Shane slips the page in his binder.)

Shane: Scotty Absence was disheartening to me for I couldn’t continue the Union without him. Then When I started to release he came back with a new group he formed known as the Black Sun. However was I informed of his plans...no....was I treated like a friend...no...would I ever forgive my cousin...yes!

(Shane flips another page.)

Shane: Then that slowly faded away and Scotty went among his business. Until yes the Brotherhood was reformed and yes Scotty joined Master Z in what would be THE WORST chapter of your career..up to that certain point. But your quickly turned on it and abandoned your allies as you had so many times before!

(Shane drops the binder which appears to have been a photo album into the barrel. He pours some of the bottle into the barrel. The puts the bottle back.)

Shane: Now we reach this single point in time where the Union has been reformed without it’s once greatest leader Scotty Scott! Now Scotty has been replaced by myself I realized what needed to be done to make it great once again. And Scotty has entered into his now worst chapter and era in his career to date he’s crossing me once again.

(Shane pulls a Scotty Scott t-shirt out of the bag and dumps it into the barrel then dumps the bags remnants into the barrel. Shane pours the remaining fluid into the barrel.)

Shane: I was the last one to bear the Union colors and I was the first to wear them again. Scotty may this barrel here symbolize what is to come for you.

(Shane lights a match book and drops it into the barrel. Red flames rise from the barrel changing the color around Shane.)

Shane: You and your career will burn like everything in this barrel dear cousin for you crossed me for the last time.

(Shane takes off his jacket to reveal a Union shirt.)

Shane: As we once said cousin. Life isn’t long enough Union is forever!

Shane walks off as the camera zooms in on the now towering flames before the scene cuts away.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Scotty Scott

("War Macine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out to the boos of the fans. He is standing at the top of the rampway looking down into the ring. Much like a gladiator of old he begins to walk down to the ring with his gaze undisturbed. His half of the BMWF World Tag Team titles is secrued around his waist as he steps through the ropes. Once in the ring, he walks to the center of the ring.)

Scotty: Shane... I gotta say... Yah we're from the same blood lines... But yer just the side of the family that nobody talks 'bout due to humliation. No one eva talks 'bout ya 'coz we rememba what ya did in yer pants until ya were like fifteen years old... Ya rememba... Ya went through enough pants. Tanight... Ya might have ta get some new rasslin' garb... and if ya keep up wit yer ol'nickname Stinky.... I ain't gettin' near ya. But ya boy... Hardcore Harry did somethin' I neva expected... He beat me at Survival.... I'm whilin' ta face him at Season's Beatin's...And we'll all see if he can survive... Now Shane... Beat me... If ya can... Survive... If I let ya....

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

(The lights in the arena go dark.)

King: JR quick cover you eyes and ears!

(Suddenly a blinding flash goes off with a thunderous boom. Blue laser lights go over the crowd accompanied by golden strobes.)

PA: Now its your time to Perish!!!

("Superstar 2" by Saliva hits the PA system. Shane explodes from behind the curtain. Wearing a "New Union" t-shirt. He runs straight down the ramp and slides in the ring. He walks straight up to Scotty Scott. The two cousins start exchanging words.)

JR: These two men are about to explode King!

King: Hopefully they’ll kill each other and we won’t have to deal with either one anymore!


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Shane Perish kicks Scotty Scott.
A portion of the crowd is booing Shane Perish.
Shane Perish hits Scotty Scott.
Scotty Scott kicks Shane Perish.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Scotty Scott.
Scotty Scott kicks Shane Perish.
Scotty Scott nails Shane Perish with a snap suplex.
Scotty Scott takes Shane Perish down with an eye gouge.
Scotty Scott nails Shane Perish with the Reverse DDT.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Shane Perish has given us a match that no one could have expected from this youngster thus far.

King: Just as long as he doesn't live up to his nickname of Stinky.

JR: Shane whips Scotty into the ropes.

King: Is this the Stinkamission?

JR: Scotty levels Shane with a huge clothesline.

King: He nearly knocked him out of his Depends!!!!

JR: Scotty has straddled Shane and is pounding this young man with lefts and rights to the face!!!

Scotty Scott runs into the ropes.
Scotty Scott smacks Shane Perish with a devastating flying clothesline .
The boos are resurfacing again.
Scotty Scott whips Shane Perish into the ropes.
Scotty Scott misses with a shoulderblock.
Scotty Scott hits Shane Perish with an elbow.
Scotty Scott covers Shane Perish.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Scotty Scott executes a backbreaker on Shane Perish.
Scotty Scott doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Scotty Scott throws Shane Perish out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, Shane Perish reenters the ring.

JR: Scotty has Shane in the corner.

King: This is going to get uglier than Hardcore Harry's date with Bertha Rosetti!!!!

JR: Scotty is ramming his right knee into the mid-section of Shane Perish.

King: Wearing him down JR. You can't catch your breath... You can't win.

JR: Scotty is lifting Shane to the top rope.

King: Shane is trying to get his bearings.

JR: Two punches to the head from Scotty.... T-BONE SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!!

King: I THINK SHANE IS UNCONCIOUS!!!!!!

JR: Scotty Scott whips Shane Perish into the ropes, but Shane Perish reverses it.
Shane Perish hits Scotty Scott with a clothesline.
Shane Perish takes Scotty Scott down with a sidewalk slam.
Shane Perish hoists Scotty Scott high into the air with a vertical suplex, then
sends Scotty Scott crashing hard to the mat.
Shane Perish goes for a backdrop, but Scotty Scott counters it with
a sunset flip.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.

Scotty Scott executes a bodyslam on Shane Perish.
Scotty Scott uses a punch on Shane Perish.
Scotty Scott goes for a Russian legsweep, but Shane Perish counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Shane Perish executes a brainbuster on Scotty Scott.
Shane Perish beats on his chest.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Shane Perish.
Shane Perish takes Scotty Scott down with a piledriver.
Shane Perish whips Scotty Scott into the ropes.
Scotty Scott smacks Shane Perish with a devastating flying clothesline .
The boos are resurfacing again.
Scotty Scott runs into the ropes.
Shane Perish almost takes Scotty Scott's head off with a clothesline
Shane Perish is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
Shane Perish whips Scotty Scott into the ropes.
Scotty Scott smacks Shane Perish with a devastating flying clothesline .
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.

JR: Scotty is just stalking Shane now.

King: Scotty looks like a hungry lion.

JR: Speaking of lions, this young lion, Shane is trying to get up.

King: Stay down Shane!!!!

JR: SCOTTAMISSION!!!!!

King: Shane is in trouble now!!!!!

JR: Joe Finch checks Shane Perish's arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
Joe Finch calls for the bell.
Scotty Scott doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Scotty Scott!

JR: Scotty has rolled out of the ring and is looking for something under the ring.

King: I think we are about to find out the stipulation for the challenge towards Harry!!!

JR: IT'S THAT D@MNED EXPLODING BOARD!!!!!

King: Scotty wants Hardcore Harry in an Exploding Board match!!! That is incredible!!!!

JR: Scotty has the board in the corner!!!!

King: Shane is getting up but groggy!!!!

JR: SCOTTAMISSION-PLEX!!!!!

KA-BOOM
JR: SCOTTY JUST SCOTTAMISSION-PLEXED SHANE INTO THE BOARD!!!!!

King: And look at Scotty laughing at his cousin's broken body!!!!

JR: Scotty is saying something about Harry is next!!!!

King: That message is heard loud and clear!!!!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by backstage with "Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt.)
Bole: Vernon Vanderbilt, you're coming into this show with your first singles victory since your
return to the BMWF, a pinfall over William Black. Do you think that that has helped you regain
your momentum after the previous week's narrow loss to the Union's Shane Perish and Hardcore
Harry?
Vernon: Not just narrow, Michael. Downright dirty. And no, I haven't regained momentum. I
never lost momentum. Billy Black? He doubted me. He thought that, after six months out of the
spotlight, "Mr. Showtime" couldn't cut it anymore. He thought that match was all his, that it
should have been wrapped up and given to him. And what happened Michael?
Bole: Well. . .
Vernon: I whipped him like a naughty, little poodle, that's what happened.
Bole: So. . .
Vernon: Say it.
Bole: What?
Vernon: That I whipped him like a naughty, little poodle.
Bole: You whipped him like a naughty, little poodle.
Vernon: Damn right. I'd compare William Black to William Hung, except I know for a fact that he
isn't.
Bole: I'm not sure I follow.
Vernon: You wouldn't, my asexual little friend. Next question.
Bole: Okay. So what made you decide to join Witherspoon in his match against Tobey Miliken and
Nate Adams tonight?
Vernon: I'll tell you, Michael. I've done nothing since I came back but listen to Tobey spouting
off about how he's the greatest TV champion in BMWF history. Now if that's not a load of
poppycock, I'm not sure what is. Tobey Miliken thinks he's so very special. He thinks he's a
movie star. Honey, if Tobey thinks he's a respectable actor, then he's dreaming. . .and it's all
wet.
Bole: But Tobey Miliken is maturing into an impressive competitor here in the BMWF, and Nate
Adams is a real blue chipper. Are you writing them off completely?
Vernon: Absolutely not, Michael. I take all of my opponents seriously up until the moment that I
put them down and take the victory.
Bole: And what if you lose?
Vernon: What about that?
Bole: Well, you and Witherspoon will have to dress in drag for Season's Beatings.
Vernon: And your point is?
Bole: Well, that's the stipulation of tonight's match.
Vernon: I am fully aware of that fact, actually, but thank you Michael. Thank you for assuming
that I am an ignorant, barely-sentient troglodyte along the lines of someone like. . .Tobey,
perhaps, or Billy Black.
Bole: So, you don't have a problem with that stipulation?
Vernon: Heavens no, Michael. I'm an open-minded person. Besides, if, by some odd chance, Spoon
and I were to lose this match, then I could still derive satisfaction from knowing that Tobey's
joy would be dampened. You see, the point of a "losers-must-wear-drag" match is to humiliate your
opponent. I, personally, am not humiliated by wearing women's clothing. I really don't care what
I wear, as long as it looks good. Tobey, on the other hand, is so lacking in masculine security
that I know wearing women's clothing would completely embarrass him. It's a sexist notion,
really. The man is obviously a misogynist of the lowest order.
Bole: Right.
Vernon: You have no idea what that means, do you, Michael?
Bole: Not really.
(Vernon pats Bole on the top of the head.)
Vernon: There, there. You'll pick up a vocabulary someday, little buddy. As for moi. . .I must
be going now. I've got to get warmed up. Ta ta, darling.
(Vernon exits.)
Bole: On with the show!

LILLY: This contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. No DQ, Losers gotta wear a dress to the PPV

Led to the ring by Misty Rivers...
At a total combined weight of 481 pounds...
From Daytona, FL... weighing in at 255 pounds...
"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken
His partner...
From Toronto, ON, Canada... weighing in at 226 pounds...
"The Complete Package" Nate Adams

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
At a total combined weight of 545 pounds...
From Minneapolis... weighing in at 300 pounds...
Witherspoon

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

PA: AIEIEIE!

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

PA: LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT, LET ME KNOW! (LET ME KNOW!)
WE BOUT TO *BLEEP!* YOU STRAIGHT UP, LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT, LET ME KNOW! (LET ME KNOW!)
WE BOUT TO *BLEEP!* YOU STRAIGHT UP, LET'S GO! (LET'S GO!)

(“Let’s Go” by Trick Daddy blares from the speakers as Witherspoon walks out from the back. He walks down the ramp and slides his trench coat off, draping it over a chair. The crowd boos loudly as he slides into the ring, going to a turnbuckle and raising his fist into the air, pounding his chest with the other one.)

JR: Tonight is the match that has been building for two weeks! Tobey Miliken and Nate Adams Vs. Witherspoon and Vernon Vanderbuilt in a No Disqualification match and the loser has to wear a dress to Seasons Beatings!

King: YEAH! Whats with Vernon pushing his way in here. Witherspoons Partner should be Kevin Storm. Witherspoon should be by himself.

JR: It's a tag team match. Witherspoon needs a tag partner.
His partner...
From San Francisco, CA... weighing in at 245 pounds...
"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt

*DING DING* 

JR: Tobey is attacking Spoon before the bell! Witherspoon doesn't even ahve his shirt off!

King: Well TObey is helpin him out with that! HA!

JR: Wait... Witherspoon has a tire Iron taped to his chest!
Witherspoon just smashed the tire iron into the side of Tobey's face!
Witherspoon is beating Tobey to the ground with that Tire iron!
The ref is tryin to get him off

King: Vern! Control your partner!

JR: Witherspoon is mercilessly beating Tobey to the mat!
Nate Adams is in the ring!
Witherspoon just slapped Nate in the mouth with that tire iron!
Witherspoon throws the tire iron from the ring.
Witherspoon powerbombs Tobey
Witherspoon hits Tobey with a spine buster.
Witherspoon throws Nate from the ring with a german suplex
Witherspoon headbuts Tobey
Witherspoon hits Tobey in the gut with a Haymaker
Witherspoon drives Tobey's skull into the mat with a Crucifix
Witherspoon goes for the pin
1...2... Nate makes the save
Witherspoon clotheslines Nate from the ring
Witherspoon locks a head lock on Tobey
Witherspoon drags him to the corner and tags in Vernon
Witherspoon and Vernon hit Tobey with a double Suplex.

Vernon Vanderbilt and Witherspoon whip Nate Adams into the ropes.
They hit Nate Adams with a double backdrop.
Witherspoon goes for a powerbomb, but Nate Adams counters it with a backdrop.
Witherspoon rolls out of the ring.
Nate Adams executes the Reverse DDT on Vernon Vanderbilt.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Nate Adams spreads his arms out such as Randy Orton does and from there he takes
his hands to his stomach and points to it as he smiles.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Nate Adams goes for a bulldog, but Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with
a back suplex.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits spinning heel kick on Nate Adams.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for cartwheel clothesline, but Nate Adams blocks it.
Nate Adams kicks Vernon Vanderbilt.
Nate Adams kicks Vernon Vanderbilt.
The crowd is booing Nate Adams.
Nate Adams hits Vernon Vanderbilt.
Nate Adams is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Nate Adams goes for a sidewalk slam, but Vernon Vanderbilt counters it with
a DDT.
Vernon Vanderbilt covers Nate Adams.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Vernon Vanderbilt tags out to Witherspoon.
Witherspoon and Vernon Vanderbilt whip Nate Adams into the ropes.
They hit Nate Adams with a double backdrop.
Tobey Miliken enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a dropkick on Nate Adams.
Witherspoon hits a German suplex on Nate Adams.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Vernon Vanderbilt uses a dropkick on Nate Adams.

Tag!

JR: Witherspoon and Nate Adams lock up in the center of the ring
Witherspoon pushes Nate to the mat.

King: Someones gotta tell these new guys that they shouldn't try and out power Witherspoon. It can't be done.

JR: Witherspoon locks an Arm bar on Nate
Nate screams in pain
The ref checks on nate
The ref asks nate if he wants to quit
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Nate Adams punches his way out of it
Nate Adams hits Witherspoon with a German suplex
Nate Adams hit Witherspoon with a Side walk slam

(Nate Adams climbs to the top of the turnbuckle as Tobey hits the ring, knocking Vern from the Apron. Tobey points at Nate, and then at Witherspoon shouting something. Suddenly, Witherspoon flips to his feet and jumps onto the turnbuckle grabbing Nate's arm. Witherspoon then throws Nate into Tobey with an Arm Drag.)

JR: I don't believe it! Witherspoon just used an Arm Drag to throw Nate Adams into Tobey!
Witherspoon just kicked Tobey from the ring.
Vern is on the Apron and He's got Witherspoon's Post Maul!

King: YEAH!

JR: Witherspoon grabs it from Vernon.
Nate Adams is getting up and he can't see it!
Witherspoon just slammed the Post maul into Nate Adam's back
Witherspoon is slamming the Post maul into Witherspoons chest and stomach.
Nate Adams Grabs onto a rope and pulls himself away
Witherspoon just hit Nate Adams arm with that Post Maul! He could he broken Nate's arm!

(Witherspoon drags Nate Adams towards his corner and locks in an arm bar)

JR: Nate is screaming in pain!
Witherspoon tightens the hold
The ref is checking on nate

King: Nates gonna tap!

JR: Nate's hand is hovering above the mat!
Tobey's in the ring
Witherspoon just tagged Vernon in!
Nate Adam's is tapping, but Witherspoon isn't the legal man!
Vernon just hit Nate Adams with a flying leg drop!

Tag!

JR: Witherspoon and Tobey are exchanging fists in the middle of the ring
Witherspoon hits Tobey with a suplex
Witherspoon rolls from the ring
Witherspoon reaches under the ring and pulls out a blood stained Sledgehammer

King: YEAH! It's still got Shane's blood on it!

JR: WItherspoon rolls into the ring and crouches down.

(Tobey staggers to his feet and turns around. Witherspoon runs towards him and slams the Sledge hammer into Tobey's gut. WItherspoon slams the sledgehammer upward, knocking TObey to the ground. He then lifts the sledgehammer into the air and slams it down into Tobey's gut.)

JR: Witherspoon has lost his mind!
Witherspoon has a boston crab on Tobey
Tobey is screaming in pain
Witherspoon tightens the hold
Tobey grabs onto the ropes and hangs on as WItherspoon tightens the hold further

King: TObey, you moron! It's no DQ!

JR: Witherspoon drop the hold
Witherspoon drives the sledgehammer into Tobeys Knee
Tobey screams and holds his knee
Nate tries to get into the ring and Witherspoon throws the Sledge hammer, slamming Nate Adams in the chest and knocking him to the ground.
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2... kick out!
Witherspoon hits Tobey with a Powerbomb
Witherspoon slams Tobey to the mat with a spinebuster.
Witherspoon goes for the cover
1...2.. leg on the ropes!

TAG!

Witherspoon nails Nate Adams with a German suplex.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Tobey Miliken gets back up and lays out Vernon Vanderbilt.
Tobey Miliken is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Tobey Miliken leaves the ring.
Nate Adams goes for the Reverse DDT, but Witherspoon counters it with
an eye gouge.
Witherspoon locks Nate Adams in the Binned.
Nate Adams tries to escape the hold.
Nate Adams is inching his way towards the ropes.
Nate Adams reaches the ropes after holding out for 17 seconds.

TAG!

JR: It's a melee! All four competitors are in the ring and fighting it out!
Ref, seperate the competitors!
Witherspoon hits Nate Adams with a crucifix
Tobey Hits Vern with a swinging Neckbreaker
Witherspoon clotheslines Tobey
Witherspoon rolls from the ring and grabs a table
Witherspoon sets up the table

King: Now here comes the table!!

JR: Nate Adams and Tobey Miliken Hit Witherspoon with a double Suplex
Tobey Milken knocks Witherspoon from the ring with a muissle drop kick
Tobey Miliken hits Vernon with a German Suplex
Nate Adams hits Vernon with a side walk slam
Tobey slides out of the ring and starts kicking Witherspoon
Nate Adams Hits Vernon with a snap suplex
Nate goes for the cover!

King: What is Nate doing! Vernon isn't the legal man! Witherspoon is!

JR: Witherspoon just powerbombed Tobey onto the steel steps!
Nate puts Vernon on the table
Nate runs his hand through his hair and kicks Vernon in the gut
Witherspoon just climbed onto the table and lifted Nate on his shoulders!

(Vernon rolls off the table as Witherspoon begins an Airplane spin on the table. After the second spin he grabs both of Nate's legs and Slams him through the table)

JR: SUBZERO! Witherspoon just drove nate through a table with SubZero!
He goes for the cover!

Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
Witherspoon is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Witherspoon and Vernon Vanderbilt!

("Let's Go" By Trick Daddy blares from the speakers as Witherspoon jumps onto the turnbuckle, raising his fist into the air and pounding on his chest. Vernon Climbs onto the turnbuckle and blows a kiss to the crowd before pointing to the sky)

JR: Vernon and Witherspoon did it! They beat Tobey and Nate

King: Now they gotta wear dresses next week! YEAH!

JR: Nate Adams takes Vernon Vanderbilt to the outside of the ring with a devastating clothesline.

JR: All hell has broken loose here. What’s going to happen now?!

(The lights suddenly go out in the arena. Jacklyn’s face is shown on the Bruisertron.)

Jacklyn J.: Hi Witherspoon. How are you doing? I’m sure you remember me. You threatened me and attacked Shane last week. Well I guess its no big surprise that he wanted some revenge I mean he does have that same blood lust that his own cousin your mentor Scotty has. Well enough of my chatter I’ll leave you to it.

(The Bruisertron turns off and there is absolutely no light in the arena.)

JR: What the Hell’s going on?

(The lights come back on a few moments later and Witherspoon in lying in the middle of the ring beaten profusely and bleeding there are black rose pedals all over his body. And a white blood stained towel that has the words "your bleeding wipe yourself off" written on it.)

JR: We'll be right back!

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