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

 
(Howitzer is seen walking to the on-deck area behind the curtain in the final minutes before his match.  He is in his big black boots and wrestling shorts, and his chain and tiger stripe tattoos stand out sharply on his broad torso.  His expression is typically one of casual good nature and concentration.  A dark cloud of distaste clouds it, however, as The Couch comes running up alongside him with a microphone outstretched.)
 
HOWITZER:  Dammit.
 
Couch:  Hey, Howitzer!!  Got a minute for your old buddy Couch?
 
HOWITZER:  Not really.
 
Couch:  Awwwww!  Why not Howitzer?  Just a little bit of your time before the big match?  Why not?
 
HOWITZER:  Because I think you’re pansy-@$$ed little jock-sniffer, Couch. 
 
(The Couch pulls back and looks at Howitzer with surprise.)
 
HOWITZER:  That’s why.
 
(Couch dips his head and pulls the mic away from his mouth and tries to say something to Howitzer privately, but the boom mic picks it up.)
 
Couch:  See Howitzer, the thing is, I got a little in over my head buying a new car a few months ago and now I’m stretched a liiiitle thin on the payments, and I was wondering if, you know, seeing’s your flush with money after winning the Million Dollar Challenge, if you could maybe float The Couch a small, very tiny…loan?
 
HOWITZER:  BWWAAAA-HAHAHAHAHA!!!  BWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAA- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!  SWEET PEACHES IN MAMA’S HOT COBBLER, COUCH! 
 
(Couch looks at Howitzer, clearly chagrined.)
 
Couch:  So that’s a…maybe?
 
HOWITZER:  Yeah Couch!  That’s a maybe!  That’s a “maybe if you get outta my sight before I count to five, I won’t pull your pants clear over your head and make you wear ‘em like that ‘til New Years!”
 
(Couch stares at Howitzer, mouth open.)
 
HOWITZER:  One…
 
(Couch turns to bolt in the other direction, but Howitzer grabs his girlishly flailing arm.)
 
HOWITZER:  Wait a minute Couch, leave this here.
 
(Howitzer snatches the microphone from Couch’s hand and lets him go.  Couch runs off like a spooked deer.)
 
HOWITZER:  There’s somethin’ that’s gotta be said.  WILLIAM BLACK…TIME TO LATHER UP AND SHAVE YOUR @$$!!
 
(The crowd is heard booming their approval for Howitzer.  Howitzer smiles at them into the camera and nods his head confidently.)

>>>

 LILLY: This contest is with Iron Man rules.

From Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 269 pounds...

William Black

LILLY: His opponent...
From Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Howitzer

 
(Two loud, rumbling growls from a Bengal tiger echo over the PA, and then an instantly recognizable Randy Rhoads guitar lick.) 
 
PA:  OH NO (OH NO)
        HERE WE GO (HERE WE GO NOW)
 
        OH NO (OH NO)
        HERE WE GO NOW
 
(“Flying High Again” by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the sound system.  The crowd goes absolutely crazy.  A close-up picture of a Bengal tiger staring directly into the camera appears on the Bruisertron.  At the top of the entrance ramp, three deafening, green pyro pops go off, one after the other. Strobe lights bathe the arena in flickering green light as Howitzer steps from behind the curtain and heads for the ring, wearing his hunter green and yellow-striped wrestling shorts and black boots with his black, shrunk to fit  "I DON'T LIKE YOU" t-shirt.  Howitzer slaps hands with the fans near the barrier as he makes his way to the ring.)
 
J.R.:  And now we come right down to it, King.  The Family, some would argue, is THE rising power in the BMWF, and the outcome of this match will decide if they pick up a new member.  A 60 Minute Iron Man Match to prove who’s the better man!
 
King:  I just can’t believe they’re giving this chance to Howitzer!  I mean, come ON!
 
J.R.:  What are you talking about, King?  Howitzer’s a former TV Champ and the Million Dollar Challenge winner!  Howitzer’s a real blue chipper here!
 
King:  I think you meant a real “blah” chipper, J.R.!  Hahahahahaha!
 
…---…silence…---…
 
King:  J.R.?  Get it?  A “blah” chipper?
 
J.R.:  That one rates a double L King.  Labored and Lame.
 
King:  That was comedy gold and you know it.  But what I wanna know is, where’s Howitzer’s new pal “Bloodaxe” Rodderick Bane? 
 
J.R.:  You heard them earlier in the show!  Howitzer and Bloodaxe fight their own battles. 
 
King:  Well Spirit’s out here!
 
J.R.:  That’s because William Black DOESN’T fight his own battles.
 
(Howitzer climbs into the ring after shaking some hands with the fans behind the barrier.  He leans back against the ropes, stretching, and stares confidently at Black.)
 
J.R.:  Let’s get this barnburner going!  60 minutes of pure wrestling folks!  THIS is why TiVo was invented!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Howitzer hits William Black with a face rake.
Howitzer uses a powerslam on William Black.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Howitzer executes a piledriver on William Black.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
William Black goes for a Death Valley Driver, but Howitzer counters it with
a crucifix.

KING: Isn't the DVD ABU?

JR: So are half of Black's moves!

KING: HA HA HA!

J.R.:  Still in the early goings here King, both men testing each other out.
 
King:  C’mon Black!  This is the guy that shredded your thousand-dollar custom tailored suit!  He turned it into fringe!
 
(Black attempts a martial arts sequence, but Howitzer deftly avoids the blows and steps to the side.  As Black attempts to recover his position, Howitzer gets him around the neck and drops him to the mat with a Cobra Clutch Bomb.)
 
J.R.:  Cobra Clutch Bomb!  Punishing!  Punishing!
 
King:  That’s ok Black, that’s the best he can do!
 
J.R.:  I wouldn’t count on that!
 
(Black gets up off the mat and quickly locks up.  They grapple back and forth, but Howitzer powers out and shoves Black backwards.)
 
J.R.:  With authority!  The power of Howitzer is unmatched by William Black, King!  Black’s got to know that!  Black tries to follow in and Howitzer nailed him with the headbutt!!  Black’s dazed!
 
(Rapidly taking advantage of Black’s incapacitation, Howitzer grabs him and picks him up, then rotates him upside down and drops to the mat with a front piledriver.)
 
J.R.:  Piledriver!!  Piledriver!!  Howitzer is bringing out the big guns tonight folks!
 
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a running elbow smash.
Howitzer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Howitzer executes a fallaway slam on William Black.
Howitzer nails William Black with an atomic drop.
Howitzer gets a Boston crab on William Black.
William Black grabs the ropes after being trapped for 10 seconds.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer locks William Black in a Boston crab.
William Black manages to grab the ropes after 5 seconds.
Howitzer whips William Black into the turnbuckle, but William Black reverses it.
William Black charges into the corner.
William Black whips Howitzer into the ropes, but Howitzer reverses it.
Howitzer goes for a face rake, but William Black blocks it.
William Black uses a low blow on Howitzer.

(William Black attacks Howitzer with some punches, backing him into the ropes. Then Black throws Howitzer into the ropes on the other side of the ring with an Irish Whip. Howitzer comes back off the ropes and runs right into...)

JR: SPINEBUSTER!!! Good Lord that shook the ring! The ref's in position! One! Two! Shoulder up!
KING: Stupid Referee! That was a slow count!
JR: I don't think it was...

(William Black gets up and gets in the referee's face, complaining about a slow count. Howitzer gets up quick too, and charges after William Black. Black turns around at the last second though, catching Howitzer in mid stride with a second Spinebuster.)

JR: A second SPINEBUSTER! Howitzer's seeing stars. One! Two! Shoulder up!

(Both men battle back to their feet. Howitzer gets the advantage though and waffles Black with a hard right hand. Howitzer goes for the pin, but the referee is distracted by Spirit who has climbed up on the apron. Howitzer gets up to see what the commotion is all about. Just as the referee turns around, William Black takes Howitzer down with a quick roll up and a handful of tights.)

JR: William Black's got the tights!
KING: I know! He's cheating! And the referee doesn't see it!
JR: One! Two! Three! That was a fast count if I've ever seen one!
KING: No it wasn't!

(William Black quickly slides outside of the ring with Spirit while Howitzer gets up, complaining to the referee about how Black grabbed him by the tights. The referee just tells him that he didn't see it.)

(Suddenly, the lights go out.  At the top of the ramp, a bank of white lights come up, and fog emanates up from the floor.  A frightening, whispering voice comes over the P.A.)
 
P.A.:  BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS…
 
(The white lights strobe for a brief second.  Then the whispering voice returns.)
 
P.A.:  SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES
 
(Blue lights then strobe throughout the arena as the smoke continues to billow from the ramp.  A steady drumbeat sounds from the P.A., and then the electric opening guitar riff of Iron Maiden’s “Run to the Hills.”)
 
P.A.:  RUN TO THE HILLS…
          RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!     
 
(A fiery figure appears on the Bruisertron.)

 
(“Bloodaxe” Rodderick Bane steps from behind the curtain as “Run to the Hills” continues to play.  He has light blue eyes, and his angular face is painted up with blue crisscrossing lines.  His pale torso is unmarked, but he wears a large leather belt with a dome-shaped silver buckle that wraps around his lower stomach.  He has a pair of brown leather gauntlets he wears on his wrists, secured by thin straps that link around his fingers.  He wears somewhat baggy full-length pants, colored a navy blue.  Running up the length of each pants leg are brown studs with silver points in the middle that look like buckler shields.  He wears brown boots.)
 
J.R.:  Rodderick Bane’s here!  And he doesn’t look too happy about that bit of interference from Spirit!
 
(Bane sprints to the ring, his face set in a scowl.)
 
King:  He oughta calm down!  Howitzer got the decision, didn’t he!?
 
J.R.:  I doubt Bane is an “all’s well that ends well” kind of guy, King!
 
(Bane runs over to Spirit and waves a finger at her.  She sneers at him and yells some mocking obscenity at him before retreating back to her corner.  Bane looks up at Howitzer in the ring and give him a solemn thumbs-up.  Howitzer nods at him.)
 
J.R.:  Well if Black thought he was gonna steal one tonight with that jezebel’s help, he was 100% wrong!  Rodderick Bane is a walking equalizer!
 
King:  I can’t believe the ref’s letting Bane stay out here!  William Black is being railroaded out of this match!  What a snowjob this is!

JR: William Black uses a T-Bone Suplex on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black hits a fisherman suplex on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black executes a T-Bone Suplex on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.

(William Black takes the advantage after a boot to the gut slows Howitzer down. Black scores with a DDT, but Howitzer is up after 2. Then Black picks Howitzer up and slams him down in the middle of the ring.)

JR: William Black is ascending the corner. Off the top. Flying Elbow Drop.
KING: Howitzer just go crushed!
JR: One! Two! Shoulder up! William Black goes for the cover again. One! Two! Shoulder up.
KING: That's a smart move. Make Howitzer work to get his shoulders off of the mat.

That requires energy every time he has to do it.
JR: Black with a third lateral press. One! Two! Shoulder up!

(William Black methodically applies a rear chinlock on Howitzer. Then he works Howitzer to his feet by turning it into a side headlock. William Black switches the Side Headlock over to an Arm Wrench. Then William Black slams a pair of elbows down on Howitzer's shoulder. Black drops Howitzer to his knees with a third elbow. Displaying some crafty, old school wrestling, Black shifts the Arm Wrench into a Hammerlock...)

JR: William Black with an impressive display of Old--Howitzer with an elbow! Another elbow! By Gawd! Howitzer's got some fight left! A Third elbow to the head and William Black breaks the hold!

(Howitzer uses one final elbow, but William Black ducks it. Howitzer spins around, walking Right into an Empty Chamber.)

JR: Good Lord! Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber '03 Right there!
KING: Gah! Howitzer's really in trouble!
JR: The referee slides into position! One! Two! Three!
KING: Haha! Howitzer's really in trouble now!

JR: William Black goes for a backdrop, but Howitzer counters it with a sunset flip.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
William Black goes for a Death Valley Driver, but Howitzer counters it with
a DDT.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.
In turn, William Black counters it with a backdrop.
William Black goes for a triangle choke, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer uses a cobra clutch suplex on William Black.
Howitzer uses a full nelson slam on William Black.
Howitzer goes for a running elbow smash, but William Black side-steps and
Howitzer only hits air.
William Black sets up Howitzer on the turnbuckle.
William Black executes a superplex on Howitzer.
The crowd erupts.
William Black executes a fallaway slam on Howitzer.
William Black locks Howitzer in cross armbreaker.
Howitzer gets ahold of the ropes after 10 seconds.

(Howitzer backs Black into a corner and unloads with rights.  He runs to the opposite turnbuckle to get up a load of steam and then charges at the sagging Black.  Howitzer pounds into him with a shoulder tackle while Black’s stunned.  Black jolts and falls to the ground.)
 
J.R.:  The shoulder tackle found its mark!!  And now Howitzer’s looking to inflict some punishment!
 
(Howitzer drags Black up off the canvas and throws him over his shoulder, then slams him to the mat with a powerslam.)
 
J.R.:  Powerslam!  Howitzer’s finding the zone now folks!  Black tries to get up, Howitzer’s right on him.  Facebuster!  And now Howitzer scrapes Black off the canvas again…another powerslam!!  I wouldn’t be surprised if Black has internal injuries!
 
King:  I wouldn’t either!  This is horrible!  But not as horrible as this, look J.R.!
 
(Howitzer stares at the downed Black for a moment and then strides over to the nearest turnbuckle.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer’s getting into the predator’s crouch!  He’s set up on the turnbuckle!!  Once William Black gets up, he’s gonna get knocked right back down!
 
(After several seconds, Black staggers to his feet.  Before he can get his bearings, he gets a little too close to Howitzer, who explodes out of the corner and nails Black with the Bengal Breaker.)
 
J.R.:  Bengal Breaker!!  Bengal Breaker!!  Chalk one up for Howitzer here, goes for the pin…
 
Ref:  One, two, three
 
***ding ding***
 
J.R.:  Howitzer gets the first pin with a Bengal Breaker!!  Black’s got some ground to make up now!

Howitzer puts William Black in a bearhug.
William Black tries to escape the hold.
William Black makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 14 seconds.
Howitzer goes for a bearhug, but William Black counters it with a facerake.
William Black goes for a spinebuster slam, but Howitzer counters it with
a kneelift.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a powerslam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer hits William Black with a cobra clutch suplex.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a fallaway slam.
Howitzer hits a full nelson slam on William Black.
Howitzer executes a full nelson slam on William Black.
Howitzer whips William Black into the ropes.
Howitzer goes for a cobra clutch suplex, but William Black counters it with
an armdrag takedown.

JR: These two men have been battling for quite some time now, but it looks like William Black has the distinct advantage here. He's ahead right now, but that can change on the drop of a dime.
KING: Nah. Howitzer sucks. He can't beat William Black. He's never done it.

(Just then, William Black ducks a punch from Howitzer and steps in behind him. Black connects with a hard Back Suplex. William Black pulls Howitzer to his feet and throws him into the corner. Black follows it in and crunches Howitzer with his shoulder. Then Black connects with a punch, and a backchop. Finally William Black pulls Howitzer out of the corner with an Irish Whip, turning it into a Drop Toehold at the last second, bouncing Howie face first off of the mat.)

KING: Gah! Did you just see the way Howitzer's face bounced off the mat? Now that was impressive! Ha Ha!
JR: Whatever King. William Black lines Howitzer up. Black goes to work with a series of signature Fist Drops. Cover gets two. Black pulls Howitzer back to his feet. SILENCER! Beautiful bridge! One! Two! Shoulder up! Wow that was close.

(With a small burst of energy, Howitzer battles back, throwing punches. But William Black blocks the last one by grabbing Howitzer's fist. Then he spins Howitzer around and slaps on the Blacklock.)

JR: BLACKLOCK!! BLACKLOCK!!! BLACKLOCK!!!! Howitzer's in trouble! Howitzer's going for the ropes!

(William Black prevents Howitzer from reaching the ropes by throwing them both backwards with a variant of a Russian Legsweep. While still maintaining the Blacklock, Black rolls over with Howitzer, putting him face down on the mat in the
middle of the ring.)

KING: GAH!
JR: Holy Smokes! That was an impressive way to keep Howitzer from reaching the ropes!
KING: Howitzer's REALLY in trouble now! He's down in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go!

(The camera manages to get a closeup of the action in the ring. You can hear Howitzer groaning in agony.)

HOWITZER: AAAAAAHHHHHHH AAAHHH AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

JR: Listen to the man!
KING: He needs to tap out!
JR: The referee's in position but Howitzer refuses to tap! All of William Black's weight on is Howitzer's lower back!
KING: And he's yanking back on Howitzer's shoulder and neck! He's going to seriously damage something! Gah!
JR: Howitzer's Tapping! Howitzer's Tapping!

(With one final surge, Howitzer tries to make it to the ropes, but he's just too far away to make it. After realizing there's no way out, Howitzer saves what strength he has left and taps out. After Black breaks the hold, Howitzer rolls away, sliding outside of the ring. He tries desperately to shake some feeling back into his shoulder while William Black taunts him and plays to the crowd.)

JR: Look at Howitzer King... He doesn't look happy about that exchange.
KING: Of course not! That just made this match even harder for him to win.
JR: This is true King. I wonder how well that shoulder is going to hold up. The damage may already be done.

William Black whips Howitzer into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a shoulderblock.
Howitzer misses with a clothesline.
William Black misses with an elbow.
Howitzer hits William Black with an elbow.
Howitzer locks William Black in a bearhug.
William Black is struggling to reach the ropes.
William Black makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 11 seconds.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Howitzer hits William Black with a kick.
Howitzer hits a full nelson slam on William Black.
Howitzer executes a fallaway slam on William Black.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer goes for a piledriver, but William Black blocks it.
William Black hits Howitzer.
The crowd is giving William Black a standing ovation.
William Black chops Howitzer.
The crowd erupts.
Howitzer kicks William Black.
Howitzer kicks William Black.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer hits a headbutt on William Black.
Howitzer uses a running elbow smash on William Black.
William Black goes for an armdrag takedown, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a face rake.
Howitzer goes for a headbutt, but William Black blocks it.
William Black takes Howitzer down with a fallaway slam.
William Black runs into the ropes.
Howitzer nails William Black with a running elbow smash.
William Black hits Howitzer with an armdrag takedown.
William Black takes Howitzer down with a low blow.
William Black hits tilt-a-whirl-pile driver on Howitzer.
The crowd erupts.
William Black executes a Northern Lights suplex on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black sets up Howitzer on the turnbuckle.
William Black nails Howitzer with a superplex.
William Black runs into the ropes.
Howitzer goes for a face rake, but William Black blocks it.
Howitzer throws him out of the ring, hits him with the ring steps, then throws h
im back intoo the ring and goes back in after him.
There are lots of chants for Howitzer.
He goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Howitzer shoves down Joe Finch.
Joe Finch gets in Howitzer's face and curses him out.
Howitzer executes a fallaway slam on William Black.
Howitzer whips William Black into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with an elbow.
William Black hits Howitzer with a shoulderblock.
William Black runs into the ropes.
Howitzer goes for a bearhug, but William Black counters it with a punch.
William Black takes Howitzer down with a flying forearm.
The crowd erupts.
William Black executes the Empty Chamber '03 on Howitzer.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for William Black.
William Black goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
William Black attempts to place Howitzer on the turnbuckle, but Howitzer
blocks it.
William Black goes for a DDT, but Howitzer throws him off.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a face rake.
Howitzer goes for a cobra clutch suplex, but William Black blocks it.
William Black executes a Russian legsweep on Howitzer.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
William Black hits Howitzer with a fallaway slam.
William Black goes for a DDT, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer nails William Black with a piledriver.
The crowd is really behind Howitzer.

William Black hoists Howitzer high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Howi
tzer crashing hard to the mat.
William Black hits Howitzer with tilt-a-whirl-pile driver.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
William Black is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black throws Howitzer out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, Howitzer reenters the ring.
William Black nails Howitzer with a tiger driver.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black runs into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a kick.
William Black uses a flying forearm on Howitzer.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
William Black goes for the Empty Chamber '03, but Howitzer blocks it.
William Black catches Howitzer in a triangle choke.
Howitzer is struggling to reach the ropes.
Howitzer is inching his way towards the ropes.
Howitzer hits a full nelson slam on William Black.
A small "Howitzer" chant is being started.
Howitzer executes a running elbow smash on William Black.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.
Howitzer goes for a powerslam, but William Black counters it with a lariat.
The crowd is giving William Black a standing ovation.
William Black uses a DDT on Howitzer.
The crowd is giving William Black a standing ovation.
William Black executes a flying forearm on Howitzer.
The crowd is giving William Black a standing ovation.

J.R.:  This match continues folks, and we’re past the halfway point in this 60 Minute Iron Man contest.  Howitzer is starting to regain his momentum!
 
King:  He’s got an unfair advantage with Rodderick Bane on the outside!
 
J.R.:  I’d say Rodderick Bane is the only thing making this match fair at all!  Since he’s come down to the ring, Spirit’s had a hard time tipping the balance of this match in Black’s favor!
 
(In the ring, Black and Howitzer lock up.  Black gets a little leverage and goes to whip Howitzer into the ropes.  The ref is caught out of position, and the massive bulk of Howitzer goes crashing into him, knocking him to the canvas and unconscious.  On the outside of the ring, Rodderick Bane immediately looks intently at Spirit.)
 
King:  The ref’s out!
 
J.R.:  I don’t believe this folks, Black knocked Howitzer into the ref! 
 
King:  We’ve got a downed zebra!
 
(Black goes for an Empty Chamber while Howitzer is distracted, but Howitzer gets a hand up and stops the move with an eye rake.  With Black clutching his face, Howitzer delivers a resounding full nelson suplex.  Black is left dazed on the canvas.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer is determined not to let Black get the upper hand while the ref is down!
 
King:  Yeah, with an eye rake!  What a cheap shot move!
 
(Howitzer stands over the prone Black and points to the crowd, yelling.)
 
HOWITZER:  BOMBERS CAN OPEN BOMB BAYS!
 
(Howitzer spins a 360 while pointing at the crowd and then runs for the ropes.  He bounces off and takes to the air, connecting with a Bunker Buster.)
 
J.R.:  Bunker Buster!!  Bunker Buster body splash!  Howitzer’s going for a cover!
 
(The ref is still out on the canvas.)
 
King:  Ha!  No one’s there to count for him!  Aww, what a tough break!
 
(Howitzer gets up and roughly shakes the referee, who begins to stir a little bit.  Out of the corner of his eye, Howitzer notices Black trying to get to his feet.  He still doesn’t have his wind from the Bunker Buster.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer leaves the ref, goes over to Black…locks him in that bearhug!  Black’s trapped, what a brilliant move!  He was already winded from the Bunker Buster, now there’s no way he’ll be able to recover locked in Howitzer’s bear hug!
 
King:  But what’s the use, if he submits, the ref isn’t going to be able to call it a decision!
 
(The ref starts to move a little bit.  Howitzer’s back is to Spirit on the outside, and she jumps up onto the apron and takes out a bottle of Bombay Sapphire.  Like a jungle cat, Rodderick Bane slides underneath the bottom rope on his side and executes a headfirst slide underneath the opposite bottom rope.  As he flies off the ring apron, he grabs at Spirit’s ankle.)
 
J.R.:  Oh my goodness did you see that?!  Did you SEE THAT?!  Bane was in and out in less than a second!
 
King:  I think I blinked and I missed it!
 
(Bane pulls himself up onto the apron and grabs Spirit’s arm, preventing her from bringing the liquor bottle come crashing down onto the back of Howitzer’s head.  He yells a warning to Howitzer.)
 
RODDERICK BANE:  DROP THE HOLD!
 
(Howitzer lets Black out of the bearhug, and just as he steps away, Bane forces Spirit’s hand to bring the bottle down on Black’s forehead.  Black falls to the mat, his forehead gushing blood.  He screams in agony as the alcohol seeps into the open wounds.)
 
J.R.:  Bane makes the save!!  Spirit just hit Black with the bottle!  Black’s down!  And look, the ref’s just waking up!
 
King:  Oh how convenient!
 
J.R.:  Howitzer’s going for the pin!
 
(Howitzer drops to the mat and makes the cover.  The ref drags himself over and makes a slow count.)
 
Ref:  One
            *
         Two
            *
         Three!
 
J.R.:  Howitzer gets another pin!  This match continues!

Howitzer goes for a headbutt, but William Black blocks it.
William Black goes for a backdrop, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
William Black hits Howitzer with a backdrop.
William Black uses a tiger driver on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer throws him out of the ring, hits him with the ring steps, then throws h
im back intoo the ring and goes back in after him.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.
He goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Howitzer goes for a piledriver, but William Black blocks it.
William Black uses a fisherman suplex on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
William Black goes for a fisherman suplex, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer whips William Black into the ropes.
William Black hits Howitzer with a kick.
William Black whips Howitzer into the ropes, but Howitzer reverses it.
Howitzer hits a cobra clutch suplex on William Black.
Howitzer goes for a cobra clutch suplex, but William Black blocks it.
William Black hits tilt-a-whirl-pile driver on Howitzer.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
William Black hits Howitzer.
The crowd is giving William Black a standing ovation.
William Black punches Howitzer.
The crowd is behind William Black all the way.
William Black chops Howitzer.
Howitzer goes for a face rake, but William Black blocks it.
William Black whips Howitzer into the turnbuckle.
William Black whips Howitzer into the ropes, but Howitzer reverses it.
Howitzer hits William Black with a backdrop.
William Black falls out of the ring.
Howitzer goes outside.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.
A small "Howitzer" chant is being started.
Joe Finch counts: 2.
Howitzer nails William Black with a headbutt.
Joe Finch counts: 3.
Howitzer whips William Black into the guardrail.
Joe Finch counts: 4.
Howitzer gets back into the ring.
William Black rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Howitzer goes for a fallaway slam, but William Black counters it with
a forearm smash.
William Black chops Howitzer.
William Black hits Howitzer.
William Black has the crowd going wild.
William Black takes Howitzer down with a spinebuster slam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
William Black sets up Howitzer on the turnbuckle.
William Black takes Howitzer down with a superplex.
William Black uses tilt-a-whirl-pile driver on Howitzer.
The crowd is going crazy.
William Black throws Howitzer out of the ring.
William Black goes through the ropes.
William Black knocks Howitzer into the ringsteps.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Joe Finch counts: 2.
William Black throws Howitzer into the ringsteps.
William Black has the crowd going wild.
William Black throws Howitzer into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
William Black takes Howitzer down with a low blow.
Joe Finch counts: 3.
William Black takes Howitzer down with a fistdrop.
William Black whips Howitzer into the guardrail.
William Black hits Howitzer with a tiger driver.
Joe Finch counts: 4.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
William Black goes for the Empty Chamber '03, but Howitzer counters it with
an elbow to the head.
A few fans are cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer goes for a piledriver, but William Black blocks it.
William Black gets back into the ring.
Howitzer climbs back into the ring.
Howitzer brings the table into the ring.
Howitzer puts William Black in a bearhug.
William Black gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a piledriver.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Howitzer hits William Black with a kick.
Howitzer uses an atomic drop on William Black.
Howitzer catches William Black in a Boston crab.
William Black grabs the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Howitzer whips William Black into the ropes.
William Black goes for a flying forearm, but Howitzer ducks out of the way.
Howitzer nails William Black with a running elbow smash.
A few fans are cheering on Howitzer.
William Black kicks Howitzer.
The crowd is going crazy.
Howitzer punches William Black.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.
Howitzer hits William Black.
William Black hits Howitzer.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
Howitzer punches William Black.
A small "Howitzer" chant is being started.
William Black hits Howitzer.
The crowd is behind William Black all the way.
William Black throws Howitzer out of the ring.
William Black goes through the ropes.
William Black executes a T-Bone Suplex on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Joe Finch counts: 2.
William Black reenters the ring.
Howitzer rolls back in under the bottom rope.
William Black hits Howitzer with a T-Bone Suplex.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black uses a fisherman suplex on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
William Black points towards somebody in the audience and talks trash.
William Black has the crowd going wild.
William Black puts Howitzer in a triangle choke.
Howitzer is struggling to reach the ropes.
Howitzer makes it to the ropes after 13 seconds.
Howitzer executes an inside cradle on William Black.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Howitzer goes for a face rake, but William Black blocks it.
William Black nails Howitzer with a DDT.
William Black nails Howitzer with a tiger driver.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, in the ropes...
William Black locks Howitzer in cross armbreaker.
Howitzer makes it to the ropes after 5 seconds.
William Black goes for cross armbreaker, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer executes a piledriver on William Black.
Howitzer hits William Black with a headbutt.
Howitzer goes for a cobra clutch suplex, but William Black counters it with
an armdrag takedown.
William Black sends Howitzer into the turnbuckle.
William Black goes for a DDT, but Howitzer counters it with a backdrop.
Howitzer goes for a fallaway slam, but William Black counters it with
a forearm smash.
William Black goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Howitzer counters it with
a swinging neckbreaker.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
William Black misses with a clothesline.
Howitzer hits William Black with a kick.
Howitzer covers William Black.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer whips William Black into the ropes, but William Black reverses it.
William Black hits Howitzer with a superkick.
William Black takes Howitzer down with a bodyslam.
William Black hits Howitzer with a Death Valley Driver.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black hoists Howitzer high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Howi
tzer crashing hard to the mat.
William Black covers Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black goes for a DDT, but Howitzer throws him off.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Howitzer hits William Black with an elbow.
Howitzer catches William Black in a bearhug.
William Black inches his way towards the ropes after holding out for 18 seconds.
Howitzer whips William Black into the ropes, but William Black reverses it.
Howitzer hits William Black with a kick.
Howitzer goes for a Boston crab, but William Black blocks it.
William Black goes for a bodyslam, but Howitzer counters it with a small package
.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer whips William Black into the ropes.
Howitzer hits William Black with a shoulderblock.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a powerslam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
William Black misses with a clothesline.
William Black nails Howitzer with a bodyslam.
William Black goes for a tiger driver, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a clothesline.
Howitzer misses with a clothesline.
William Black hits Howitzer with a clothesline.

 
(Howitzer puts Black down on the mat with an atomic drop.  He follows in on Black, grabbing his legs and locking in the Boston Crab.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer’s got the Boston Crab locked in!  Black’s fighting with all he’s got to get out of it! 
 
(Black writhes in pain while trapped in the Crab, and Howitzer leans back to maximize it.  The ref drops to Black’s face and continually asks if he wants to submit.  Black refuses several times.)
 
King:  Look at the guts of William Black!  He refuses to submit!  Maybe Howitzer oughta think twice about calling him “Wilma!”
 
J.R.:  I’ve gotta begrudgingly give it to Black as well King.  He’s holding up here better than I thought.
 
(Black stays locked in the Boston Crab for over 30 seconds.  He keeps refusing when the ref asks if he wants to tap.  Finally, with excruciating effort, he makes a desperate lunge and grabs the bottom rope, forcing Howitzer to release the hold.  Frustrated, Howitzer lets Black go and slams his legs to the canvas.  Black yelps in pain.)
 
J.R.:  Black is using the ropes to pull himself to his feet as Spirit yells encouragement…but look at this folks, it appears as though Howitzer did some damage to Black’s lower back area.  He’s holding it and not really standing up straight.
 
(Black holds onto his lower back with one hand as he pulls himself up with the other.  Howitzer stands a few feet away, measuring him up.  His confident smile crosses his face.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer’s got evil intentions King, I can see ‘em!
 
King:  Oh no, Black look out!
 
(Just as Black gets all the way up, Howitzer tears across the ring in the other direction, bounces off the ropes, and nails Black in the face with a running elbow smash just as Black turns around.)
 
J.R.:  Uh-OH!  Howitzer is tuning it up here!
 
(Howitzer drags Black off the mat and over to the corner.  Howitzer sets up on the middle ropes and gorilla presses Black over his head.  He drops him to the mat with a BFG.)
 
J.R.:  BFG!!  BFG!!  BFG ON WILLIAM BLACK!!  HOWITZER’S GONNA SCORE ANOTHER ONE, AND THERE’S NOT MUCH TIME LEFT!!

William Black points towards somebody in the audience and talks trash.
The crowd is behind William Black all the way.
William Black hits a Death Valley Driver on Howitzer.
The chants for William Black are deafening.
William Black locks Howitzer in a triangle choke.
Howitzer reaches the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
William Black runs into the ropes.
William Black hits Howitzer with an elbow.
William Black points towards somebody in the audience and talks trash.
The crowd is behind William Black all the way.
William Black whips Howitzer into the ropes.
William Black hits Howitzer with an elbow.
William Black covers Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
William Black goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer hits William Black with a face rake.
Howitzer gets a bearhug on William Black.
William Black is struggling to reach the ropes.
William Black grabs the ropes after being trapped for 8 seconds.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
William Black goes for a superkick, but Howitzer ducks out of the way.
Howitzer whips William Black into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a kick.
William Black hits a flying forearm on Howitzer.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
William Black hits a Northern Lights suplex on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black executes a Russian legsweep on Howitzer.
William Black hits a fallaway slam on Howitzer.
William Black covers Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
William Black uses a Death Valley Driver on Howitzer.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for William Black.
William Black runs into the ropes.
Howitzer goes for a bearhug, but William Black counters it with a punch.

JR: This is really late in the match. Both men are beat up, bloody, and tired. I wonder how much more any of them can take!
KING: We're down to the last five minutes of the match. Neither one of them have much longer to go!

(Just then Howitzer slings William Black into the corner and follows it in with a running clothesline, but Black gets out of the way.)

KING: Haha! Howitzer just hit nothing but air and the corner! Dummy!

(Howitzer staggers back out of the corner. He turns around as Black ducks down and slides him up on his shoulders. William Black then spins around in the middle of the ring, finally displaying what Training Points can do if you let them, and drops Howitzer on the mat with a Death Valley Driver.)

JR: Good Lord that had to hurt! Howitzer's out cold!

(William Black hooks the leg as the referee makes the count.)

JR: William Black has just tied this match back up folks! Wow... we have a real Slobber Knocker here tonight!

William Black goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Howitzer counters it with
a swinging neckbreaker.
Howitzer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a fallaway slam.
Howitzer takes William Black down with a splash.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Howitzer goes for a powerslam, but William Black counters it with a lariat.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
William Black hits a Russian legsweep on Howitzer.
William Black covers Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black hits a flying elbowdrop on Howitzer.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
William Black hits a fisherman suplex on Howitzer.

KING: Has it been an hour yet?

JR: Not yet!

KING: It depends on how fast you can read!

JR: William Black goes for a flying forearm, but Howitzer ducks out of the way.
Howitzer hits a fallaway slam on William Black.
Howitzer goes for a headbutt, but William Black blocks it.

JR: Beautiful Fisherman's Suplex from William Black. One! Two! Shoulder up! Wow that was close.

(Once again William Black seems to be aggrivated. He complains to the referee about a slow count. Howitzer gets up and rushes at William Black, but Black moves out of the way causing Howitzer to crush the referee in the corner. While the referee is down, Spirit slides William Black a pair of numchucks...)

JR: Oh no! Not this! Turn around Howitzer!

*BLAP* *BLAP-BLAP* *BLAP*

(Howitzer takes a few quick hits with the weapons. In a display of unremarkable intelligence here in the BMWF, Howitzer grabs hold of the ropes and hastily slides outside of the ring... Howitzer stays there on the outside while William Black takes a few more swings around the ring.)

KING: BLAH! What a whimp! Howitzer's running away like a sissy la la!
JR: That's not true!
KING: It's not? Could have fooled me! Ha ha!
JR: Obviously, Howitzer isn't about to walk into that mess.

*SCHNACK*

KING: Ha ha! That's the sound of a Kendo stick! Haha! I love Spirit! She's a bad girl!
JR: You would!

(While Howitzer and William Black are at a stand still, Spirit comes up behind Howitzer and clocks him with a Kendo stick across the back of the head. The kendo stick splinters but doesn't break. However, the referee has somehow managed to regain conscienceness, and is signalling to Howitzer's score...)

KING: What?
JR: Finally! There's some justice here!

(The referee fights with William Black, taking the numchucks away from him. The referee then orders Spirit to discard the kendo stick, officially disqualifying William Black and giving Howitzer a fall.)

JR: William Black takes Howitzer down with a Northern Lights suplex.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
William Black runs into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a kick.
Howitzer gets a bearhug on William Black.
William Black is struggling to reach the ropes.
Howitzer lets go after 15 seconds.

J.R.:  Folks, we are at the two minute warning here.  And we’re all square at 4 falls to 4.
 
King:  Who’s going to win, I can’t take it!!
 
J.R.:  It could go either way King, but it needs to be said…these two men have fought like gladiators tonight, and this match has been one for the ages.
 
King:  I can’t believe they’re still standing!
 
J.R.:  Now these two exhausted men fall into a clinch…Black gets Howitzer with a punch to the gut…martial arts kick to the sternum!  Howitzer’s forced back a little here…Black tries a fallaway slam!  Howitzer slips out and counters with a fallaway slam of his own!  Oh man!  That could’ve turned the tide here! 
 
King:  I hate to say it J.R., but you may be right!  When you’re this tired, every move could end it!
 
(Howitzer makes Black sit up and jerks him roughly to his feet with his arms cinched around Black’s waist.)
 
J.R.:  German!
 
(Howitzer brings Black back to his feet and delivers a nasty headbutt.  Then he gets him about the waist again.)
 
J.R.:  Another German!  Just over a minute to go!
 
(Howitzer gets Black to his feet yet again.)
 
J.R.:  Atomic drop!  Black’s flat on his face!  And…HOWITZER’S GOT THE CRAB LOCKED IN AGAIN!!  BOSTON CRAB ON BLACK!!
 
King:  And there’s less than a minute to go!
 
(Howitzer leans back as far as he can go in the Boston Crab.  William Black screams in agony.  The camera shoots over to Rodderick Bane, who is staring across the ring at Spirit, malignantly.  His right eyebrow creeps up as if to say “Want to try anything?”)
 
J.R.:  If Black can hold out we’ll have to go to sudden death!
 
King:  I don’t know if he can, J.R.!  The damage might have been done from the LAST time Howitzer had him in the hold!
 
J.R.:  45 seconds left folks!!
 
(Howitzer bares his teeth at the camera as he leans back in the Crab.  The ref is inches from Black’s face, asking him if he wants to submit.)
 
King:  Black’s in so much pain he can’t even speak!  All he can do is shake his head!
 
J.R.:  I can’t believe he’s still holding out!
 
King:  25 seconds!  Come on William, hold on!  Hold on!
 
J.R.:  Howitzer is really pouring it on here!  He wants to end this thing right now!  20 seconds left!  He’s…he’s tapping!  William Black’s tapping out with just under 20 seconds to go!  Howitzer’s done it, he’s won the match!
 
(Howitzer immediately breaks the hold and stands over Black.  The crowd counts down from 10, and explodes in thunderous applause as time expires.)
 
J.R.:  It’s official!  Howitzer has emerged the winner of the 60 Minute Iron Man match!  You’re looking at the newest member of The Family, folks!  Wow, what a Bedlam!
 
(Black is still down on the canvas, holding his lower back.  The ref is down attending to him, and a concerned Spirit scrambles into the ring and leans over her fallen companion.  Howitzer leaves the ring and shakes hands with Rodderick Bane, then goes to the fans and starts to pose for pictures and sign posters and hats.)
 
King:  I think something’s really wrong with Black, J.R.
 
J.R.:  Ref in the ring is signaling for some paramedics to come down here…Black can move, but he doesn’t seem to want to get up.  Still holding that lower back.
 
King:  I’ve got to think that all that time in the Boston Crab has torn a muscle group or something.  Howitzer’s a big strong guy, and when somebody like that is applying the pressure, it can really do some damage.
 
(A small retinue of paramedics reach the ring with some bandages and begin to attend to William Black as Spirit looks on.  “Flying High Again” blares over the PA as Howitzer and Bane take a celebratory walk up the ramp, Howitzer waving to the crowd.)
 
J.R.:  Well there he goes folks, the winner of tonight’s match and the newest Family member.  We  hope Black’s all right, and as the paramedics attend to him, we’ll take a commercial break and be right back.

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown standing in front of a BMWF logo.)

Judge: Ezekiel, tonight we're down to Match Four, an I Quit match, which happens to slightly be in your favor. But that doesn't matter to me because tonight I want to end the series and celebrate my birthday on Thursday with the BMWF Intercontinental title. I don't want to have to face you at Season's Beatings in a 90 Minute IronMan match, I want to spend my birthday and the holidays at home with my family. You've had your fun and games by winning Match Three, and you may think you're starting a rally, but tonight that rally gets crushed in Match Four.

(The Judge grins.)

Judge: And you know how I'm going to do it? I have this move I made Kurt Dangle tap out to a few months ago called the Case Dismissed! submission move. So Ezekiel, remember tonight, remember the last words you are going to say as BMWF Intercontinental Champion...and those words are, "I QUIT".

(We fade as The Judge walks off.)

>>>
 
(Ezekiel is seen in the backstage interview
area, standing in front of the large BMWF
logo.  Ezekiel is wearing his white Prime
Time jacket, with contrasting black kilt and
boots.  On the ground beside him is his chair
and duffel bag.  The Couch stands microphone
in hand)
 
The Couch: Ezekiel, you are just about to go
down to the ring for what must be one of the
most important matches here in the BMWF.
 
Ezekiel: Tonight is indeed an important evening. 
Since earning the Intercontinental title, every
evening has become vital.  There is a tremendous
responsibility in holding the Intercontinental title,
however it does create numerous obstacles in the
journey.  Since winning the Intercontinental belt
The Judge has been the originator of these obstacles. 
He decided demean the title and myself with a
vicious attack.  In turn I wanted to exact vengeance,
and born out of that was the best out of five series
for the title.
 
(Ezekiel pauses, anger growing in his eyes)
 
Ezekiel: The Judge however decided to break
and bend the rules at every turn.  I was too
complacent, and I can blame only myself. 
Nonetheless the tide has now turned.  The Judge
made a vital mistake; he had me on the back foot,
that time has now passed.  I pinned you clean in
the ring last week, and tonight I will make you
quit.  Judge, the Truth is all encompassing, and
you will hear it whether you want to or not!
 
Ezekiel: Ezekiel’s thoughts tonight, now we
go to ringside.
 
(Ezekiel grabs the chair and bag, as he makes
his way to the ring entrance)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is an I-quit-non-title match scheduled for one fall.
Introducing first...
From Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...
The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)
 
P.A: THE TRUTH – THE LIGHT – THE FUTURE
 
(Suddenly, flash flares erupt from the ringposts
and In the Shadows by The Rasmus, starts to
play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down
to the ring in a white Prime Time jacket, black
leather kilt and black boots.  In one hand he carries
the chair, and in the other an ominous looking duffel bag)
 
CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!
 
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m
done with finding the answer…
 
(The flares continue to burn as he makes
his way around the ring.  Stopping by the
timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and
places the duffel bag on it.)
 
JR: Match four out of the best of five series
for the Intercontinental title.
 
King: The Judge two to one up. 
He wins this, he wins the series.
 
JR: Ezekiel in a tough position after
loosing the first two matches, due to
underhand tactics, perpetrated by The Judge.
 
King: What’re you talking about JR? 
Anyway, Ezekiel must win the next two
matches to retain the Intercontinental belt.
 
JR: Ezekiel with a tough match in front of him
here tonight, an I Quit match.  A lot riding on
the line.
 
King: YAH! Wouldn’t it be great for The Judge to
win the title by making Ezekiel saying ‘I quit’?  It
would be brilliant!
 
P.A: I been watching - I been waiting –
in the shadows for my time - I been searching –
I been living - for tomorrows all my life…
 
(Ezekiel rolls in the ring and walks to the ropes. 
Standing on the bottom rope, the ringposts erupt
with brilliant white flares, as Ezekiel pumps
himself and the crowd into a frenzy.)
 
JR: Ezekiel has the crowd wild!
 
 
LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...
The Judge

PA: You are now about to enter the courtroom of THE JUDGE!

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains, wearing his "Judge" shirt and holding his gavel. He walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops. The Judge raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. He enters the ring and raises his gavel in the air to get boos from the crowd. The Judge takes off his judge robe and gets ready for his opponent.)
*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

 
JR: Ezekiel forcing The Judge into the corner,
left and rights well placed on the body.  The
Judge whipped to the opposite corner, Ezekiel
follows in with a clothesline.  Ezekiel with a
standing armbar, forces The Judge to the mat. 
Pressure being applied to the shoulder and elbow
joints.
 
King: A lot harder to get someone to quit, than
to pin them, both men got their work cut out.
 
JR: That’s true King, Ezekiel continues to apply
pressure, all this time continuing to weaken it. 
Ezekiel drops a knee into the shoulder, sound
technique shown by Ezekiel.
 
King: He can’t afford to do anything else, there is
too much on the line tonight for old Zeke.
 
JR: Ezekiel with The Judge to his feet, pin in the
belly suplex.  Ezekiel modified that in mid move,
causing The Judge to come down fully on that
weakened shoulder.
 
King: And with the armbar again, doesn’t he know
any other moves?
 
JR: Ezekiel being careful to keep to his movelist
as always.
 
King: Argh!  Should the arm be able to bend like
that?
 
JR: These people are very well conditioned; it
takes a lot more bending than normal to injure
the joint.  Ezekiel places The Judge’s arm on the
bottom rope, and drops and elbow, and another
one, Ezekiel relentless.

Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
The Judge hits Ezekiel with an elbow.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Judge nails Ezekiel with a legdrop.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
The Judge goes for a clothesline, but Ezekiel counters it with
an armbar submission.
The Judge reaches the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Ezekiel hits The Judge with gutwrench powerbomb.
The crowd is behind Ezekiel all the way.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel misses with a shoulderblock.
Ezekiel hits The Judge with a shoulderblock.
Ezekiel locks The Judge in an armbar submission.
The Judge is struggling to reach the ropes.
The Judge tries to escape the hold.
The Judge tries to fight the pain.
The Judge is inching his way towards the ropes.
The Judge makes it to the ropes after holding out for 32 seconds.

JR: Ezekiel attempts to clothesline The Judge but Judge ducks under it. Judge grabs Zeke around the head and drops him down to the mat!

(The Judge grabs Zeke's head with his left arm and Zeke's foot with his right arm and pulls both back, locking him in the Case Dismissed! submission move.)

King: Case Dismissed! Get the mic ref!

JR: The ref holds the mic up to Ezekiel.

King: He's gonna say it!

JR: Ezekiel is screaming in pain but he's refusing to quit! The Judge pulls his head back even further as the crowd rallies behind Ezekiel!

Judge: QUIT YOU LITTLE...I'LL SNAP YOUR BLEEPING NECK!

JR: Ezekiel reaches the ropes but Judge refuses to break the hold! He finally breaks it at four and The Judge is really trying to make sure he wins tonight!

Ezekiel hits a savate kick on The Judge.
Ezekiel sits on the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring when opponent has been
knock for six, looking somewhat dissapointed of his opponent.
The crowd is giving Ezekiel a standing ovation.
Ezekiel nails The Judge with a legsweep.
Ezekiel nails The Judge with a drop toehold.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits The Judge with a clothesline.
The Judge falls out of the ring.
Ezekiel goes through the ropes.
Ezekiel goes for a bulldog, but The Judge throws him off.
The Judge throws Ezekiel back into the ring.
The Judge smacks Ezekiel with a devastating clothesline .
The Judge throws Ezekiel out of the ring.
The Judge goes through the ropes.
The Judge hits Ezekiel with a scissor kick.
The Judge reenters the ring.
Ezekiel climbs back into the ring.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
The Judge hits Ezekiel with an elbow.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.
The Judge takes Ezekiel down with inverted Swinging DDT.
The Judge goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Ezekiel counters it with
a facerake.
Ezekiel goes for gutwrench powerbomb, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
The Judge goes for a clothesline, but Ezekiel ducks out of the way.
Ezekiel takes The Judge down with gutwrench powerbomb.
The crowd is behind Ezekiel all the way.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.

JR: The Judge with Ezekiel in a headlock,
Ezekiel pushes The Judge to the ropes, Judge
rebounds, Ezekiel drops to the canvas, Judge
rebounds again, drop toe hold by Ezekiel.  Ezekiel
with a combined leg and Achilles lock, Ezekiel
looking to damage the whole of Judge’s left hand
side.
 
King: Ezekiel keeping the pace slow and controlled,
he doesn’t want to give The Judge any chance
for offence.
 
JR: Ezekiel breaks the hold, standing he drives
The Judge’s knee straight into the canvas, and
again, and again, The Judge rolls out the ring
clutching his knee.

Ezekiel whips The Judge into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits a belly-to-belly suplex on The Judge.
Ezekiel locks The Judge in an armbar submission.
The Judge inches his way towards the ropes after 8 seconds.
Ezekiel takes The Judge down with a legsweep.
Ezekiel locks The Judge in a rear naked choke.
The Judge makes it to the ropes after being trapped for 7 seconds.
Ezekiel hits The Judge with a savate kick.
Ezekiel hits The Judge with a left hook.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
The Judge goes for a clothesline, but Ezekiel counters it with
an armbar submission.
The Judge is valiantly trying to break the hold.
The Judge grabs the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Ezekiel uses gutwrench powerbomb on The Judge.
The crowd is giving Ezekiel a standing ovation.

JR: The Judge takes down Ezekiel with a spear and locks the Case Dismissed! submission hold again!

King: That's it...it's definitely over now!

(Ezekiel screams in pain as The Judge pulls his head back. The ref holds the mic in front of Ezekiel's face but The Judge has other plans...)

JR: The Judge grabs the mic and begins beating Ezekiel with it! The Judge nails Ezekiel on the back of the head with the mic a few times before bringing it to his mouth.

Judge: Ezekiel, listen to reason...just quit. These fans are tired of seeing you as the Intercontinental champion, face it...you're washed up! Do us all favor and QUIT! So, what do you have to say?

(The Judge holds the mic up to Ezekiel, but he refuses to talk.)

Judge: QUIT I SAID!

(The Judge holds the mic up to Ezekiel again, who refuses to quit.)

Judge: FINE, I'LL JUST BEAT AN ANSWER OUT OF YOU!

JR: Judge picks Ezekiel up by his hair and he's going to continue this horrendous beating!

Ezekiel sits on the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring when opponent has been
knock for six, looking somewhat dissapointed of his opponent.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ezekiel.
Ezekiel catches The Judge in an armbar submission.
The Judge is struggling to reach the ropes.
The Judge tries to escape the hold.
The Judge inches his way towards the ropes after 7 seconds.
The Judge hits him with the gavel.
The Judge has the crowd going wild.
The Judge goes for inverted Swinging DDT, but Ezekiel blocks it.
Ezekiel throws The Judge into the turnbuckle.
Ezekiel runs shoulder-first into the corner, but The Judge moves out of the way.
The Judge whips Ezekiel into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits The Judge with an elbow.
Ezekiel takes The Judge down with a belly-to-back suplex.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits The Judge with a shoulderblock.
Ezekiel hits a belly-to-back suplex on The Judge.

JR: These competitors beginning to know each
other very well, this is turning into a great feud
between these two young men.  Ezekiel with
another armbar locked in, the referee looking
for the submission form The Judge.
 
King: It’ll take a lot more than that to get
The Judge to say he quits.
 
JR: That is very true King, despite his recent
actions he is still a great competitor.  Ezekiel
swings his legs round and locks in a guillotine choke.
 
King: Hey!  Aren’t choke moves illegal?
 
JR: The referee seems happy with this, The Judge
struggling to reach the ropes.
 
The Judge inches his way towards the ropes after being trapped for 6 seconds.
Ezekiel hits a drop toehold on The Judge.
Ezekiel takes The Judge down with a drop toehold.
Ezekiel hits a bulldog on The Judge.
Ezekiel hits a left hook on The Judge.
Ezekiel takes The Judge down with a drop toehold.
Ezekiel sits on the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring when opponent has been
knock for six, looking somewhat dissapointed of his opponent.
The crowd is giving Ezekiel a standing ovation.
Ezekiel goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but The Judge counters it with
a bulldog.
The Judge pretends to bang his gavel.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Judge takes Ezekiel down with a full nelson faceslam.
The Judge goes for a DDT, but Ezekiel counters it with a backdrop.
In turn, The Judge counters it with a sunset flip.
The Judge takes Ezekiel down with a belly-to-belly suplex.
The crowd is going crazy.
The Judge throws Ezekiel out of the ring.
The Judge rolls out under the bottom rope.
The Judge runs Ezekiel into the ringpost.
The Judge goes for a scissor kick, but Ezekiel ducks out of the way.
Ezekiel throws The Judge into the guardrail.
Ezekiel hits The Judge with a left hook.
Ezekiel throws The Judge back into the ring.
Ezekiel executes the Inquisition on The Judge.
Ezekiel hits The Judge.
The crowd erupts.

JR: What a match these two young men have
given us, The Judge has come back from the
brink of defeat, Ezekiel reeling here.
 
King: We’re going to have a new Intercontinental
champion, I can feel it!
 
JR: The Judge whips Ezekiel to the ropes, no
Ezekiel reverses it, The Judge rebounds, rolling
butterfly lock.  We’ve not seen Ezekiel use that
move in months, Ezekiel wrenching The Judge’s
arms and neck, The Judge flailing.  Ezekiel with
all the leverage, there is no way The Judge can
get to the ropes.
 
King: But the Judge won’t give up that easy, come
on where’s Scotty and Ash?
 
(The Judge continues to fight and struggle, but after four minutes The Judge is forced to say ‘I Quit’ to the referee)

*DING DING*
 
JR: After four minutes of being locked in that hold
The Judge has been forced to quit.
 
King: Most men wouldn’t of lasted thirty seconds.
 
JR: I’ll agree with you there.  You know what this
means don’t you?
 
King: At Season’s Beatings it will be Ezekiel against
The Judge in a ninety minute Iron Man match.
 
JR: With the winner taking the Intercontinental title. 
Whatever you do, don’t miss that match up, it is
guaranteed to be hellacious!
 
(Ezekiel is about to leave the ring when the lights flicker off and on. There at the ramp stands the man dressed in gold. His gold mask on and his gold pants. He has a golden mic in his hand.)
 
Gold Mystery Man: So Ezekiel, you win and force a big match at the ppv. Have you thought about what I told you last week. I noticed that your friends are still no where around. I don’t see them coming out here to help secure your title do you?
 
(Ezekiel stand and looks at the gold mystery man.)
 
Gold Mystery Man: No, they are no where in sight. What kind of cliq are you in anyways? Allow me to make you an offer you can’t refuse.
 
(The Mystery man then throws a brief case down the ramp and at the ring where Ezekiel is standing.)
 
Gold Mystery Man: Go ahead and open it up.
 
(there is one hundred thousand dollars inside.)
 
Gold Mystery Man: There is a hundred thousand reasons for you to leave Prime Time. Leave them and side up with someone who will have your best interest at heart. Side with someone who will put…GOLD…around your waist. See Ezekiel I am not only offering a hundred thousand dollars. I am offering you something that Prime Time could never offer. GOLD! Solid Gold! Think about it. Next week I will come to this ring and offer you something that will forever change your life. A chance to sign on the dotted line to become part of something special. Something elite. Something that will make you a legend.
 
(Suddenly from the ceiling gold confetti falls.)
 
Gold Mystery Man: Golden opportunities only come along every once in a while. I have your back Ezekiel if you sign with me.
 
(The man leaves and Ezekiel just stands and looks.)

>>>

(The scene opens in The Prime Time locker room. Tamer is standing in the
middle of the room under a light smiling.)

Tamer: I still can't get over it... Two years! They've flown by.. I mean so
much has happened to me! Yet it was just a whirlwind. Now looking back I can't
even believe how far I've come. I looked back at my first match and the
memories just exploded through my mind. I was nervous that night.. Can you
believe that? It's true though. I mean I acted all bad in my interview I
said some mumbo-jumbo about this was a speed bump that would either slow me
down or I'd fly right over it... I dunno my first night, I was "trying" to
be cool. The match is an interesting memory, because when I was there, the
way I remember it was just being so fast. The bell rang and then BAM! I was
being declared the victor. Watching it now is so weird, I almost feel like I'm
watching someone else in that match. The crowd is also interesting..I
remember when I hit that ramp I felt like I was so cool... I had the music I
had taken hours to select blaring, the lights were just as I wanted to them.
How did the crowd react? A few were interested, other just wanted to see if
anyone they knew would show, and then the rest well apparently it was
bathroom break or shopping time for them....

(Tamer shakes his head.)

Tamer: Tonight it will be so different. It is just is so different no. I'm
not trying to b anything, I am just me. I remember every second of every
match. The crowd...well the crowd seems a bit more interested now. I can't
wait for it... I'm addicted to it. The buzz, the roar, the human reaction.
It's an amazing rush. When I step out on that ramp my music will be nothing
but a backdrop... I will hear nothing more than the people. Every Man,
woman, and child. I will hear their, cheer and jeers. I am will inhale that
intoxicating feeling. My adrenaline building with every step towards the
ring. All of it preparing me for the grueling match ahead.

(Tamer runs his hand through his hair.)

Tamer: Tonight isn't some simple match, this match won't end quickly. This
match is against a true Gladiator. A champion of our time and the current
Hardcore champion, Lowedown... Someone the fans love. An "untouchable" so to
speak. Of course that is just a term... No one is untouchable... Axe can
tell you that.

(Tamer winks.)

Tamer: I have respect for Lowedown, he knows that. He looks forward to this
match as do I. For me it's a chance at gold, but its much more than that. It
runs deeper. It's a chance to... test myself, prove myself. I want the gold,
no doubt... No offense but Lowedown has been just resting that title on his
shoulder.. He's been walking around with it like it's some trophy. He doesn't
care about it. His life, is the BMWF World Title... That is where he is
headed and a place that is in my not so far away future. But I think I can
bring a real..champion to the belt. Right now Lowedown acts like having the
belt on his shoulder makes him a champion. But again it is just a word. You
have to put something behind it. And that strap has been sitting pretty and
ignored too long. If I win you'll have a true Hardcore Champion...

(Tamer smiles.)

Tamer: So Lowedown... we both have are sights set in other places, Things to
settle, But the focus is the now... so...

(Tamer clears his throat.)

Tamer: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore title match

Introducing first...
Hailing from Phoenix, AZ...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

Lowedown

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

Tamer

(The lights go out. The sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout out the
beach and " Stop looking/Start Seeing" By Papa Roach begins to play over the
PA system.)

JR: We have a great title match in our midst here.

(Blue and Red lights strobe around the area Tamer walks out from behind the
curtain.)

JR: Lowedown always steps it up in big match situations..

King: But is this a big match to him?

JR: Well Tamer has a lot of drive. We will see...

(Tamer rolls his neck at the top of the ramp and makes his way down to the
ring slapping the fan's hands. . Tamer reaches the ring and slides in. Tamer
pounds on his chest and points to the crowd then stands in his corner
waiting for the ring of the bell.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Here we go!

(The crowd is roaring with cheers as Tamer and Lowedown come to the middle
of the ring and stand face to face.)

JR: This crowd is in a frenzy!

King: They must be cheering for Flame!

(Tamer looks to one side of the crowd as Lowedown look to the other. They
both go face to face again and then look at opposite sides of the crowd. At
the same exact time Tamer and Lowedown try to contact with punches.)

JR: Here we go!
They are Exchanging blows!
Lowedown is gaining the advantage
Tamer ducks and rolls out of the way
Tamer is now on the offensive
Lowedown with a low knee
Tamer trips Lowedown and makes a cover

REF: On-Kick-out!

JR: Both men are standing again

(Tamer puts out his hand and motions for Lowedown to "bring it")

(Lowedown and Tamer lock up in the middle of the ring as the crowd watches on. Lowedown looks up as he shoves Tamer back into the corner and then flips off Tamer as the crowd erupts. Lowedown looks at the sold out crowd as he motions for Tamer to try him again...)

JR:Lowedown is showing his power early on in the match!

King:He is a powder keg ready to explode! Look in his eyes!

(Lowedown locks up with Tamer and launches him across the ring with tremendous force. Lowedown rushes at Tamer and catches him with a hard right hand that sends to the mat. Lowedown looks down as he immediately begins driving his foot down into the chest of Tamer. Lowedown continues to drive his foot into the chest of Tamer as the crowd watches on...)

JR:Good Lord! Lowedown is not wasting any time on Tamer!

King:You're telling me! He's taking off his belt and he's slapping it against the chest of Tamer!

JR:Tamer is trying to block those shots with the belt, but Lowedown is slamming them down harder and harder!

(Lowedown continues to slam that belt into the chest of Tamer. Welts are already beginning to show on the body of Tamer. Lowedown finally picks up Tamer and presses him high above his head and immediately throws Tamer out of the ring and watches him fall to the concrete floor. The crowd turns away at the way Tamer hits the floor and Lowedown slides out of the ring immediately after him and reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a pair of trash can lids. Lowedown begins slamming the lids on the body of Tamer over and over as the crowd counts behind each shot. Lowedown finally stops after the lids literally break apart in his hands...)

JR:I don't believe what I'm seeing here! Lowedown is attacking Tamer like a rabid dog!

King:Someone needs to check Lowedown's medication!

(Lowedown nails Tamer with a kick to the side of the head and then catches Tamer with a reverse neckbreaker. Lowedown pops back up on his feet and reaches under the ring again and pulls out a frying pan. Lowedown pretends to fry up food in the pan before he slams it against the back of Tamer. Lowedown is handed a bat by Flame and then drives the bat down across the back of Tamer's head. Tamer falls to the floor as Lowedown smiles into the camera and drives the baseball bat again into the back of Tamer's head. Lowedown drives a knee down into Tamer's back as Lowedown drops down again and places the bat around the neck of Tamer and pulls back viciously...)

JR:Lowedown is trying to dismantle Tamer!

King:I think he wants to take Tamer's head off and throw it in the locker room of Master Z!

JR: Lowedown uses a spear on Tamer.
Lowedown smacks Tamer with a devastating short clothesline .
Lowedown nails Tamer with the Going Down.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Lowedown uses the ropes for leverage.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... he sees it.
Lowedown nails Tamer with a spear.
Lowedown runs into the ropes.
Tamer hits Lowedown with a clothesline.
Tamer is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer hits Lowedown with a clothesline.
Lowedown falls out of the ring.
Tamer goes through the ropes.
Tamer clears the announcers' table.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Lowedown executes a Gorilla Press on Tamer.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Tamer is busted wide open.
Lowedown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd erupts.
Lowedown is handed pool table triangle.
Lowedown hits him with the table triangle.
The crowd erupts.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Lowedown nails Tamer with a boot to face.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Lowedown reenters the ring.
Tamer follows him back in.
Tamer brings the the table triangle into the ring.
Tamer uses a T-Bone Suplex on Lowedown.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tamer dances the Robot.
Tamer has the crowd going wild.
Tamer goes for an Asai moonsault, but Lowedown counters it with
a running powerslam.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, in the ropes...
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Lowedown.
Lowedown hits him with the table triangle.

JR: They're brawling on the outside of the ring now!

King: they're right in front of us!

JR: Lowedown has Tamer by the head

*SMACK*

JR: Lowedown just bounced Tamer's skull off the announce table
Tamer grabs Lowedown's head and quickly does the same thing

*SMACK*

(Lowedown's head bounces off the announcer's table. But Lowedown just stands
and glares with annoyance.)

JR: Lowedown has Tamer by the head again

*SMACK*

JR: Lowedown is switching gears.

*SMACK* SMACK*

*SMACK* SMACK*

JR: Lowedown just turned Tamer's head into a bouncing ball...
Lowedown has Tamer by the arm.

(Lowedown whips Tamer into the steps.)

*CRASH*

(Tamer hits the steel steps and flips over them. Lowedown raises his hands
in the air.)

JR: Lowedown is showboating
Tamer is getting up.

King: He just stole that fans beer!

JR: It's lemonade King!

King: He still stole it.

JR: Lowedown is starting towards Tamer
Tamer just splashed the lemonade in Lowedown's eyes!
Lowedown is in some pain.

(Tamer reaches under the ring and pulls out a trash can. He reaches inside
and takes a street sign out of it. Tamer stands and back up a bit.)

JR: What is Tamer doing here!
Tamer is running for the steps.

(Tamer vaults himself off the steps through the air and connects the street
sign with Lowedown's skull.)

*BAM*

JR: Skull meets sign.

Tamer takes Lowedown down with a T-Bone Suplex.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tamer hits Lowedown with a Northern Lights suplex.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Tamer executes the Reverse DDT on Lowedown.
Len Stanley counts: One, kickout.
Tamer dances the Robot.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tamer uses a Russian legsweep on Lowedown.
Tamer nails Lowedown with a flying elbowdrop.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Lowedown blocks it.
Lowedown whips Tamer into the ropes.
Lowedown smacks Tamer with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd erupts.
Lowedown takes a swing at Tamer with the table triangle, but he
gets out of the way.
Tamer snatches the table triangle from him.
Tamer hits him with the table triangle.
There are lots of chants for Tamer.
Lowedown has been cut open.
Tamer hoists Lowedown high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Lowedown crashing hard to the mat.

(Flame slides a steel chair into the ring right behind Lowedown...)

JR:Lowedown has that steel chair and he's holding it high in the air!

King:He's about to clean Tamer's clock! YAHHH!

(Lowedown slams the steel chair right across the forehead of Tamer and sends him down to the mat. Blood begins to pour down the face of Tamer as Lowedown looks down at the face of Tamer as he looks at the blood on the chair before he suddenly shouts out loud and begins slamming the chair down on the entire body of Tamer. Lowedown hits him over and over again as the some of the crowd can't watch on. Lowedown can't seem to control himself as he refuses to let up. Finally, after what seems to be over a minute and a half, Lowedown stops and looks at the chair...)

JR:Look at all the blood! This is disgusting!

King:I can't watch!

(Lowedown takes the steel chair and places it across the face of Tamer and then points to the corner. Lowedown leaps up to the top rope and then looks down at the body of Tamer before he is about to hit the "Going Down" elbowsmash, but then stops and leaps off the top rope and does a flip in the air and comes down with a top rope leg drop right onto the steel chair and presses it down onto the face of Tamer...)

JR:I don't believe it! Lowedown just delivered a top rope leg drop right onto the steel chair!

King:He even did a flip! He calls that the "Lock N' Lowed" flip!

JR:It's very similar to Dreadnaught's move!

King:He did it for Dreadnaught!

(Lowedown grabs his backside for a moment before he finally slides in behind Tamer and locks on the Downtime submission. Lowedown places the arm of Tamer behind his leg and wrenches it back viciously on Tamer's neck...)

(Suddenly, the Bruisertron lights up showing a man that must be Master Z walking into the Family locker room.)

KING: Master Z is going after Dozer!

JR: Lowedown sees it and breaks the hold!

KING: Look out, Lowedown!

JR: Lowedown is distracted!

Tamer hooks up Lowedown!
THE WHIP!
Tamer hit the Whip on the chair!
Cover!

Ref: One, Two, Three

*DING DING*

Lilly: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...and..THE NEW Hardcore Champion..TAMER!!!

JR: Tamer did IT!

KING: Lowedown can't believe it!

 JR: We'll be right back!

(Dozer is making his way towards the ring with a very angry Lowedown and Flame following right behind him as they accompany him towards the ring. Just before all three are about to walk right though the entrance way, Stone Cold Bruiser taps on Lowedown on the shoulder...)

BRUISER:Where do ya think your @$$ is going?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

BRUISER:You going out there to watch your brother wrestle?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

BRUISER:After Z tricked ya and ya lost the HC title?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

BRUISER:Maybe yer gonna help Dozer out a bit?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

BRUISER:Get in a cheap shot?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

BRUISER:Sneak in a kidney shot?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

BRUISER:A whiskey shot?

Crowd:WHAT?!?

Crowd:Well, I got some news for ya...EH-EH! Not gonna happen here tonight! You're gonna stay back here and watch the d@mn match on the monitor like everybody else!

Lowedown:What the hell are you talking about? I'm going out there to make sure Z don't try any bullBLEEP! You can't stop me from going out there!

BRUISER:I can do anything I d@mn well want here ya melee mouth sonofableep! You try to walk out that entrance way and I'll stun ya! Dozer is walking out there alone! Ya got a problem
with that?!?

(Lowedown is stunned as Bruiser stands right in front of him and looks over at his brother Dozer and then looks back at Bruiser and shrugs his shoulders...)

Lowedown:I'm telling you right now Bruiser, this is bullBLEEP!

BRUISER:Cry me a river! Dozer don't need ya holding his hand for him! The bottom line is that you are back here and Dozer is out there!

(Bruiser cracks open a Diet Coke and watches Lowedown make his way over to Dozer who is getting ready for his match up...)

Lowedown:Look bro, I don't how to say this...

Dozer:Don't worry bro. He's not gonna take me down.

Lowedown:You don't understand me. Z is a vicious sonofableep and he won't stop until he's put a world of hurtin' on ya. Believe me, I've been in that ring with enough times to know that he is a crazy freak who won't stop to prove a point. Look what happened to me just a few minutes ago.

Dozer:What? Are you saying you don't want me to go out there because he might hurt me? You think I can't handle myself?

Lowedown:That's not what I meant. He wants to hurt me and he'll go through you if he has to prove a point. He has the same anger as I do when it comes to the World title. He hates me and
I hate him. You know what kind of anger I hold inside for him don't ya?

Dozer:Yeah?

Lowedown:I'm telling ya, watch out for him. Stay away from that Atomic driver and keep him down on that mat at all cost. Don't give me a chance to breathe. Do whatever you have to do keep
him down. You got me?

(Dozer extends his hand out and Lowedown shakes his hand as both brothers come together and hug before Dozer is about to leave. Lowedown places his hands on his hips as Flame walks
over and places her head on his shoulder...)

Flame:Is he going to be okay?

Lowedown:I don't know babe. I just don't know.

(Lowedown looks right over at Stone Cold Bruiser with an evil stare as he gets right up in his face...)

Lowedown:I might not be out there in my brother's corner, but next week...after the pay-per-view is all over with...

(Lowedown pauses as he pulls off his sunglasses...)

Lowedown:I will become the six time World Heavyweight champion. Then, no one will be safe from me.

(Lowedown begins to turn around, but then comes with an inch from Stone Cold's face...)

Lowedown:No one.

(Lowedown backs away slowly as Flame holds his hand and escorts him back to the locker room area...)

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

Fighting out of Pearl River, MS...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Dozer Phillips

LILLY: His opponent...
From Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

The BMWF World Champion...
"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

("Victory" blasts throughout the arena as Master Z slowly emerges from behind the curtain. Master Z stops at the top of his ramp and places his hands on his hips. The crowd boos as his world title belt glimmers from around his waist.)

JR: Master Z looks mighty confident coming out here against Dozer! I wonder what he has up his sleeve?

KING: I'll tell ya, JR! Master Z has nothing up his sleeve! He's just going to come out here and dominate like he does every week!

JR: No, King! Look at that evil smile on his face! He's up to something!

(Master Z struts down to the ring. He unstraps the title halfway there and holds it high. Master Z slides into the ring under the bottom rope.)

JR: Master Z has a microphone let's listen to what he has to say.

(Master Z flings the title belt over his shoulder as he speaks.)

Master Z: Dozer, tell me something, please! Why don't you speak some sense into Lowedown? Why don't you tell him how bad I"m going to hurt him if he faces me again. Everyone knows he can't keep up with me anymore! Maybe at one point he was at the top of his game, but it was luck that had him beating me. Even on his best day and my worst day he couldn't hope to come out of the match as the victory. Dozer, I"m going to give you one chance to get out of this match without going to the hospital! I'm going to tell you this... You walk out of this ring right now and promise to tell Lowedown to retire. You tell him to wipe Master Z from his memory. Tell him to forget about this world title belt. You do these things and I will let you keep your health. I won't put you out of your misery tonight!

JR: How conceited Master Z is!

Master Z: Do we have an answer Dozer?

Dozer:

Master Z: Suit yourself, Dozer!

*CRACK*

JR: Master Z just charged Dozer before the bell and laid him out with the world title belt!

The referee is threatening Master Z with a disqualification

Master Z is just shrugging his shoulders like he doesn't know what he did wrong!

Master Z runs and hits Dozer with an elbow drop

Master Z chokes Dozer

Master Z is cheating here, King!

KING: He warned Dozer, JR! Master Z gave him the chance to save himself

(Master Z pulls Dozer to his feet by the hair and badmouths him)

Master Z: I told you Dozer, I said to walk away! Now both you and Lowedown will suffer the consequences!

JR: Master Z goes to slap Dozer across the face, but Dozer blocks it!

Dozer tries to put Master Z in a headlock, but Master Z counters with a low blow kick!

Dozer slowly drops to his knees

(Master Z rebounds off the rops and almost takes Dozer's head off with a drop kick to the head.)

JR: Master Z is taunting Dozer while he lies unconscious!

Master Z hits Dozer with a leg drop

Master Z pulls Dozer to his feet

Master Z hits an eye gouge on Dozer Phillips

Master Z flings Dozer Phillips into the ropes!

OH MY! Dozer just knocked the referee unconscious!

Get up ref!

(Master Z slides to the outisde and returns with a folding chair! Master Z sizes up Dozer while he slowly gets to his feet.)

JR: Dozer doesn't even know where he is right now! Get out of there Dozer!

Master Z takes a running start and hits Dozer Philips across the face with a chair!

Dozer Philips hits the ground hard!

*DING DING DING*

(Master Z takes a few more swings hitting Dozer Phillips in the face with the steel chair!)

JR: Wait a minute! Security is out here! And so is Lowedown!

(The scene cuts to the entrance ramp where about 20 security officers are trying to keep Lowedown away from the ring. He inches cloeser and closer to the ring pushing through the men.)

JR: Master Z now sees Lowedown! What is he doing?

(Master Z gets to one knee and pulls a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket. Master Z grabs Dozer Phillips by the hair and begins to pound him in the face with the knucks.)

JR: Lowedown can only watch in horror as those security officers are holding him back!

(An evil grin grows across the face of Master Z as blood begins to flow from all points on Dozer's head. Master Z tucks the bloody brass knuckles back into his pocket. He turns and taunts Lowedown who is still trying to reach ringside.)

JR: Lowedown can't get any closer to Master Z! More security guards have arrived and are holding him back!

Wait a minute, Master Z has that chair again! What is he up to?

(Master Z opens the chair half way and places it around the neck of Dozer Phillips. Master Z keeps looking back at Lowedown taunting him every second.)

JR: OH NO! He isn't is he?

(Master Z climbs the ropes with the limp body of Dozer flung over his shoulder. The chair is still wrapped around Dozer's neck. Lowedown can see what is about to happen, but stands no chance at saving Dozer. He can only watch in horror.)

*CRACK*

JR: ATOMIC DRIVER ON DOZER WITH THAT CHAIR AROUND HIS NECK!

KING: I think I heard a snap!

JR: Dozer's head bent in ways it shouldn't have on that one! We need medical attention out here NOW!

(Master Z gets to his feet after executing the move. He looks back at Dozer who lies in a pool of blood unconscious with his head tilted oddly to the side with a chair still around it. Master Z changes his focus to Lowedown daring him to come towards the ring! Master Z grabs a microphone. The referee still lies unconscious in the corner of the ring.)

Master Z: I warned Dozer! I warned him Lowedown! Just think you could have saved him have you told him that you were going to quit your quest for my gold! Now, I'm sorry to say, Dozer Phillips will be on his way to the hospital in no time!

(Lowedown yells profanities at Master Z who just smiles in return.)

Master Z: You have yourself to blame. Now that I've ended Dozer's career... it'll be your career next! I'll see you soon, Lowedown!

JR: What a horrible man! Master Z might have ended Dozer's career! I've never seen anything as devastating as an Atomic Driver with a chair around Master Z's opponents head! Was he trying to kill him?

KING: Master Z gave Dozer the chance to walk, JR!

JR: Why was security detaining Lowedown? They should have been stopping Master Z!

This isn't right, King!

(Master Z smiles and exits through the crowd! Once Master Z has left eyesight, security finally lets go of Lowedown. Lowedown runs to Dozer Phillips aid just as medical staff start to secure him on a stretcher.)

JR:Lowedown is out here as they are taking Dozer to the hospital! Lowedown is distraught!

King:I think he's about to lose it!

JR: We're outta time!

KING: YAHHH!

(Z is seen gloating as Dozer is being wheeled away on a stretcher and Lowedown is shown furious...fade...)
 

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