BMWF Bedlam Part I

Date : 12/22/03
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Rose Garden Portland Oregon

(The show opens inside the Rose Garden Portland Oregon. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Rose Garden Portland Oregon! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

KING: JR, why is it that those same morons holding those signs are at every BMWF show?

JR: I don't know.

(The lights in the arena dim. Even the Bruisertron goes black. Soon, bright white spotlight illuminate the entrance ramp glimmering off the cold hard steel. "Victory" blasts over the PA system drowning out the low murmur of the audience. The crowd erupts in heavy boos. As if the crowd's discontent was his signal, Master Z emerges from behind the curtain.)

JR: Several fans are using Master Z as target practice. I just don't understand why he turned on the bWo!

KING: I'll tell you why JR! Master Z is the only man in the BMWF who Lowedown can't beat. Master Z is the man who can and will take that World Title away from Lowedown!

JR: That has yet to be seen, King! The only confrontation the two have had pitted a seasoned veteran in Master Z against the rookie Lowedown. Things have changed since then.

KING: As Lowedown has improved, so has Master Z! Lowe doesn't have a chance when Master Z finally gets him one on one!

(Master Z continues his stroll towards the ringside area. He wears gold shades which shines like the brass knuckles he wears on his fist. As usual, Master Z wears baggy black jeans and a tight black tee.)

JR: Master Z has asked for a microphone and is climbing up the ring steps. It looks like dividing from the bWo has given him a new sense arrogance. And boy does he look meaner and meaner by the week!

(Master Z stands in the center of the ring lifting his arms and taunting the audience. Several fans throw crumpled papers, popcorn, and drinks towards ringside. Master Z stands with his head held high loving every second of it.)

Master Z: Lowedown, I don't know what kind of pull you have behind the scenes but these tag matches aren't going to last forever. Each week you manage to dodge the bullet so to speak. I will not rest until you bow before me in shame!

(The crowd boos heavily.)

Master Z: Sure tonight we're on the same team, but that's just what the schedule reads. You had your chance to stand shoulder to shoulder with this legend. We could have taken over this whole federation. But no, instead you decided to let me do all the work! You stood behind me and let me win your matches for you. I protected you. If it wasn't' for me Lowedown, you'd be nothing!

(The crowd once again boos as Master Z flexes)

Master Z: Lowedown, I thought you had changed for the worse. I was convinced that you were as bad as you said you were. After working with you I learned the truth! You are no heel, you are soft! And in the long run it was your softness that lost me the IC title! Lowedown, now the pressure is on you because I'm coming for that strap around YOUR waist! You best be ready, because there is hell to pay. You of all people know that I won't rest until you are beaten. And judging from how you cower in the shadows hiding from Master Z, beating you won't be hard! I'll see you tonight!

(The crowd boos as Master Z slams the microphone into the mat. He makes his way to the back room.)

JR: We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Hailing from Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Ravven

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Helga Rosetti, Bertha Rosetti, The Flabby Moolah and Mae
Old...
From Las Vegas, Nevada...
Weighing in at 320 pounds...

The Clodfather

KING: Those are four of the ugliest women on the face of this planet!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Ravven punches The Clodfather.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Ravven punches The Clodfather.
Ravven hits a swinging neckbreaker on The Clodfather.
Ravven seemingly enjoys the boos.
Ravven goes for a chokehold, but The Clodfather counters it with
a kick to the midsection.
The Clodfather hits Ravven with a side suplex.
The Clodfather executes a kneelift on Ravven.
The Clodfather almost takes Ravven's head off with a short clothesline
The Clodfather goes for a backbreaker, but Ravven counters it with a facerake.
Ravven whips The Clodfather into the ropes.
Ravven goes for a kick to the midsection, but The Clodfather blocks it.
The Clodfather goes for a backbreaker, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven goes for a vertical suplex, but The Clodfather reverses it.
The Clodfather is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
The Clodfather chops Ravven.
The Clodfather chops Ravven.
The crowd is cheering on The Clodfather.
Ravven punches The Clodfather.
Ravven is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
The Clodfather chops Ravven.
The Clodfather is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
The Clodfather smacks Ravven with a devastating short clothesline .
The Clodfather acts like a train..
The crowd is cheering on The Clodfather.
The Clodfather hits a roundhouse right on Ravven.
The Clodfather acts like a train..
The Clodfather is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
The Clodfather hits Ravven with a legdrop.
The Clodfather nails Ravven with a ropeburn.
The Clodfather sends Ravven into the turnbuckle.
The Clodfather charges in with an avalanche, but Ravven lifts his leg.
Ravven whips The Clodfather into the ropes.
Ravven nails The Clodfather with a bodyslam.
Ravven hits The Clodfather with a chop.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
The Clodfather hits a kick to the midsection on Ravven.
The Clodfather hits Ravven with a punch.
The Clodfather goes for a ropeburn, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven hits The Clodfather with a chop.
Ravven whips The Clodfather into the ropes.
The Clodfather smacks Ravven with a devastating clothesline .
The Clodfather nails Ravven with a fist to the midsection.
The Clodfather acts like a train..
A small "The Clodfather" chant is being started.
The Clodfather goes for a roundhouse right, but Ravven counters it with a punch.
The Clodfather re-reverses it.
The Clodfather runs into the ropes.
Ravven takes The Clodfather down with a powerslam.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven executes a Hotshot on The Clodfather.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Ravven goes for a front facelock, but The Clodfather blocks it.
The Clodfather executes a kneelift on Ravven.
The Clodfather executes a powerslam on Ravven.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
The Clodfather acts like a train..
A small "The Clodfather" chant is being started.
The Clodfather hits Ravven with an elbowsmash.
The Clodfather goes for a kick to the head, but Ravven ducks out of the way.
Ravven whips The Clodfather into the ropes.
Ravven hits The Clodfather with a kick.
Ravven hits The Clodfather with a hiptoss.
Ravven hits a legdrop on The Clodfather.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on The Clodfather.
The cheers for Ravven are drowning out the boos.
Ravven goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Ravven.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Ravven!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(The scene opens up outside of the Rose Garden where BMWF is holding Bedlam.
  The camera pans up, and in front of the bright moon a black air balloon
floats closer and closer to the Rose Garden. Four ropes are thrown over the
edge an d four men in all black jump down and slide down the ropes. The men
grab the ropes and pull the balloon to the ground. The side of the balloon
is let down and Ignition steps out wearing a black leather tank-top, over a
black t-shirt, and black pants. Ignition has on a black hat and black
sunglasses with black lenses. Ignition stops and extends his hands to the
balloon. A woman wearing a black dress steps out, holding Ignition’s gold US
title belt. Michael Bole rushes up to Ignition’s side.)

Bole: Ignition, what’s with the air balloon?

Ignition: I thought I would get a feel of the cool night air before I step
into that ring with the Dawg. Plus it’s Christmas time, and I wanted to get
a scope of the world from above, with this beautiful thing right here. . .

(Ignition looks at the woman, and she smiles at him, he looks at the belt
and grabs it. The woman puts her head down.)

Ignition: This thing right here, like I said Bole, it makes me look good,
and I am gonna do the same for it.

Bole: Anybody looks good with that much gold around their waist.

Ignition: Ain’t nobody look as good as me. . .

(Ignition holds the belt of to his waist and flashes his smile for the
camera. A flash is seen from behind the camera.)

Ignition: I want a copy of that chum. Anyways Bole, you excited for the
Season’s Beatings?

Bole: It’s going to be a long night full of interviews, but that’s my job.
You have a big match yourself; it will be tough to pull out a win against
opponents like Verne and Master Z.

Ignition: I am not denying the fact that it will be tough. . but I know that
it is possible! Ignition is the scrappiest underdog this side of the
Mississippi, and the other side for that matter! I am going to be on top of
my game, and  if White Lightning can pull something out of his @$$ like he
did against me every time, we got this thing in the bag. Z, Verne, you two
guys have a stick of dynamite in your hands come Season’s Beatings! If you
two aren’t careful, Whitey and I are going to explode and go mainstream on
everyone, not to mention getting our Rumble tickets along the way.

Bole: Speaking of the Rumble, say you do get into it, what do you think your
chances are of walking out with a World Title shot at Bruisermania?

Ignition: Michael, Michael, Michael, you should know by now that I am an
optimistic person.  I got faith in myself that my sorry partner and I can
walk out of our Season’s Beatings with an opportunity to be in the rumble.
As far as the rumble is concerned . . . every wrestler in the BMWF better
hope that I don’t enter it.

Bole: Why is that Ignition? You have never, you don’t know what it takes to
win. . .

Ignition: NO! You are wrong! The Rumble is all about will power, and a
never-say-quit attitude! I have the biggest heart in the BMWF! I am the best
Young Gun in the BMWF! If I get into that Rumble, I am taking it! I will not
quit, I will take on all oncomers, and I will be the last man in that ring!
You see Michael, ever since last May, or June, when I joined,  I have been
climbing the figurative ladder of the BMWF wrestlers! I have wrestled
against some of the “greats” and I have wrestled against some of the not so
greats, but the thing is I don’t care who I am up against! The difference
between me and ninety percent of the wrestlers out there is that I come to
the ring and give it my all, match after match, week after week! I ain’t
stopping anytime soon Bole, so get used to it!

Bole: Well, best of luck to ya at Season’s Beatings. . .

(Ignition gets an angry look on his face)

Ignition: What did I tell ya about wishin me luck!  It’s just like a
superstition, and all superstitions are bad luck! I don’t believe in any of
that crap!

(Ignition calms down)

Ignition: It’s alright though Bole, I respect ya. . .

Bole: Well thanks Ignition, I don’t get much of that around here you know.

(Ignition looks at his belt+)

Ignition: Yeah whatever, next question.

Bole: Uhh, you and the Dawg face tonight. The last time you faced Dawg beat
you.

Ignition: Let me clear a misconception up right here and right now! Last
time he beat me I had a lot of stuff going on. If you remember, that was the
night that this Us title and I came together. I wasn’t a champion then, like
I am now! Tonight, the Dawg will go through the entire deal. Ignition will
take the crowd over and work his magic throughout the entire match, and when
its all over, the Dawg will know exactly why I AM the Best Young Gun in the
BMWF!!

Bole: Self-Proclaimed though. . .

Ignition: HEY! Stop being a weed layer Bole!  Always trying to start
something aren’t ya. . .

Bole: Well, I do think Verne is still a rookie, and he has accomplished more
than you have.

Ignition: Verne, he has earned his title, and I respect him for that. The
thing is, Ignition is a Young Gun, and the best one at that! Verne will
realize that come the Beating, you can take my word for it! Now If ya don’t
mind Michael. . .

(Ignition walks back to the balloon and grabs a duffle bag. Ignition
repositions his US title belt.)

Ignition: I got stuff to do. . .

(Ignition walks off into building with his head held high.)

>>>

(Tyrone Smith sits in his locker room preparing for his match against Tamer. His cell phone rings)

Tyrone: Hello? (Listens) Who is dis? (Listens. Speaks heatedly) “An Ol’ Friend”? WHO DA RASS IS DIS?! (LISTENS) How am I s’ppose to believe ya? (Listens) A meeting? Aight dude… yer on… name a time and place. (Listens) Aight... cool.. (listens) Yeah, Merry Christmas too..
s

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[The scene switches to a pre-taped video. It's night and a full moon is shining over the damp grass. Faint shadows of trees are seen swaying in the background, rustiling footsteps are heard and a shadowy figure walks towards the camera. It appears to be a woman, as the woman walks closer we can see that it's Athena Hashi dressed in a long thick black coat.]

Athena Hashi: Tonight the electrifying mesmerising rock chick has to fight in yet another tag team match. Tonight I team up with Flame! Flame, you think you're the biggest (bleep) in the yard don't you. You think you have it all just because you are married to the BMWF World Champion Lowedown. Just because your husband is the bigest dog in the yard doesn't mean you are Flame, and unfortunantly for me and probably for you we have to team up tonight. Do you remember a while ago when my boyfriend Tai Hashi took on Lowe? It was actually a tag match, Tai and Sledge versus Lowe and Dozer and do you remember who won, Flame? It was Tai Hashi and Jerry Girbowski!  Alot of people right now will be wondering, why am I talking (bleep) towards my partner tonight? That's to get her riled up, to get that anger fueling inside her little body to take on Aquatic and Moody.

Athena Hashi: Judge Moody, the oldest woman in the Bruiser Mania Wrestling Federation and the wrestling industry! You better watch yourself tonight Moody, you may break a hip. And then we'll all be singing and chanting ... HIP, HIP...REPLACEMENT!

[Athena Hashi laughs to herself. Cold air coming from her mouth as she breathes and speaks]

Athena Hashi: My next subject - Aquatic. Your husband also has a history with Tai doesn't he? Especially tonight when the two meet one-on-one in the ring Inferno vs. Tai Hashi! What happens i nour match, Aquatic will be a preview of what will happen in Tai's and Inferno's match. It will be Athena Hashi covering Aquatic, the crowd chanting my name and the referee counting you down, one...two...three!

Athena Hashi: Judge Moody, Aquatic. Three seconds is all it takes for me to win a match! Are you scared? You better be prepared!!!

[The camera fades...to...BLACK]

[The scene switches to backstage, as the BMWF show is finally up and running. Production team members and a few superstars can be seen walking around, Athena Hashi walks into view with a can of Diet Coca-Cola in her hand. She accidently bumps into Too Sexy Brian. Too Sexy Brian drops a cup of coffee that he was holding.]

Athena Hashi: I am extremely sorry, Brian. Here, let me by you another one.

[As Athena digs into her pocket and picks out a wallet Too Sexy Brian puts his hand on Athena's chin and lifts it up. Athena looks at Brian.]

(Suddenly, Commissioner Rock walks in.)

ROCK: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, JABRONI! The Rock didn't give you permission to be on his show! Get out of the Rock's arena, jabroni!

(Too Sexy Brian walks away happy that his character doesn't have to be used without permission any longer.)

ROCK: As for you, honey, the Rock knows you want the Rock's strudel, but you can't have any! Now, get your 2 cent ho-ey @$$ out of the Rock's way!

(Rock pushes her aside and this promo is thankfully over.)

JR:Folks, we have word that the bWo World champion has arrived here tonight in Portland!

King:Lowedown's not too happy about being in Oregon!

JR:How do you know this?

King:He told me while they were about to arrest him for trying to pump his own gas! HAHAHA!

JR:Slim Jim Sullivan is standing by backstage with Lowedown! Slim, are you there?

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown and Dozer standing in front of the bWo crimson limo as Lowedown appears to staring at his watch and then looks at Slim Jim Sullivan. Dozer is seen wearing a turtleneck sweater as he shakes hands with Slim Jim. Slim extends his hand out to Lowedown who is still looking at his watch. Lowedown finally drops his arm down and looks to the camera...)

LD:Slim Jim Sullivan! At least you were kind enough to be on time for something!

Slim:Be on time? What do you mean?

LD:I'm about to walk out there to my ring and I am about to speak my peace to all my peeps about Hardcore Harry and his lame @$$ attempt to injure my brother at Live! My brother is forced to wear a turtleneck thanks to the fact he can't shave with stitches in his neck. Tell him brother!

(Dozer steps up...)

Dozer:It's not even my color! Harry couldn't beat the Bulldozer so he had to pull this sneak attempt with barbed wire to show my brother how "Hardcore" he can be. All he showed me is that just like the Union...he is useless to this federation! He simply can't beat me and he simply can't beat the World champion! Back to you bro!

LD:(In an announcer fashion voice) Thanks Doze! As I was saying, I'm about to go out there tonight and say what I have to say to Harry! If his sorry @$$ decides to show up, then he'll finally prove he actually has a pair. If he doesn't, it'll just make me alot more unpleasant. Harry, you don't want me to be...unpleasant do you?

(Dozer interjects...)

Dozer:Shouldn't it be? You wouldn't like me when I'm angry or something like that?

LD:I like to use my own phrases to keep things on the Downlowe. Know what I mean bro?

Dozer:Good point.

LD:Slim, I've given Harry plenty of times to speak his peace in front of me and all the bWo-ites out there. I guess Harry isn't much of a public speaker huh? Well, whether you like it or not Harry...I'm stepping up and you're shutting up! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Slim:But what about Master Z coming down to ringside during your match against Ryushi?

LD:You mean Pokemon? That was a great match. It would have been more fun...

(Lowedown puts his face right in the camera...)

LD:If I had broken a BLEEPING sweat!

(Crowd laughs as Lowedown pulls back and gives his patented smirk...)

LD:You know something Pokemon? Do yourself a favor tonight and don't show up. After the @$$whoopin' you got at Live, I'd be amazed if you remember you're in a match tonight?

Dozer:He'll probably have Harry and the Judge do all the work while he's trying to shoot a lightning bolt out of his @$$!

LD:Ah hell!

Dozer:What?

LD:I don't think I should give him his Christmas gift then.

Dozer:You're not going to pull one of those "Bad joke moments" are you?

LD:Afraid so brother! I didn't have time to wrap it Ryushi so you'll just have to see it right here...

(Lowedown pulls out a "Limited Edition" Pokemon Pikachu card placed in a glass case. Lowedown asks Slim to hold it for a moment. Lowedown pulls out a towel and wipes off the fingerprints off the front of the glass...)

Dozer:You stole that from Cousin James didn't ya?

LD:Of course not.

Dozer:Good.

LD:I beat him in poker for it.

Dozer:Well, fair is fair.

LD:Look Slim, I'm going out there and I'm calling Harry out! If he doesn't show up then I'll know that he is nothing but a fake...wanna be...mid-carder...no talent...@$$ clown! That is the Lowedown on that!

(Both Lowedown and Dozer walk off as Slim looks back in the camera...)

Slim:I don't know what to say except Lowedown is looking to give Harry a piece of his mind and I just hope Lowe can spare it.

(From a distance...)

LD:I HEARD THAT!

fade...

>>>

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

Led to the ring by Inferno and The Executioner...
At a total combined weight of 306 pounds...
From Seymour... weighing in at 131 pounds...
Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN!

("Going Under" by Evanescence plays over the PA system as blue mist rises
from the stage. Aquatic steps out, towel on head and a surly look on her face.
She jumps up to the ring, hops the ropes, and walks to the center of the ring.
She throws the towel
off her head, and raises her fist in the air shooting off water. She grabs a
mike.)

Aquatic: SHUT OFF THE DANG MUSIC!!!!!!! (music ends abruptly) All right,
BMWF, I've learned my lesson! I complained about teaming with Moody last week, so
you stick me with her this week. I take it you don't like people who speak
their minds, and that's
ll right! But, you see, Moody got us both disqualified last week! Why?
Because she was scared that she didn't have the talent to win! ....No, that probably
wasn't it. After all, she was teaming with your Eco-rific female pioneer,
Aquatic....I've got it!
She was scared I'd get the pin and make her look like the outdated sack of
garbage she is!!

(Aquatic begins to twitch, then takes a second to regain her composure.)

Aquatic: Actually....you know what? I think I've done my job pretty darn
well. By inserting myself in meaningless tag matches, I have lowered the amount of
direct competition for Rachel Pitt's Woman's Title....nay, for PRIME TIME'S
Woman's Title. But honestly, I feel that I really need a singles match to
properly show what I can do in the ring, which brings me back to Athena. I'm still
waiting for correspondance on our "Naughty and Nice" match. 2 otu of 3 falls,
Normal Match, Paddle on a Pole, Hardcore Match. Very simple. I'm making a huge
concession by allowing the second fall to be a woman's gimmick match, Athena,
so you really better get back to me. But whether or not you have the gust to
take me on Athena, I will make sure that come Season's Beatings, you will....

Aquatic/Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!

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

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

Moody: Let's get one thing straight right now...

(Suddenly, a loud fat man in the front row begins chanting "UGLY! UGLY!")

Moody: Excuse me? What are you saying?

(The crowd begins to repeat the man, chanting "UGLY, UGLY!")

Moody: I don't believe you dumb Portland fans! Don't you know that beauty
isn't only on the outside? I may not have super looks but I have a great
personality!

(The crowd boos and continues the chant.)

Moody: I suppose that you'd think that Rachel Pitt is prettier, right?

(The crowd cheers.)

Moody: That just shows how stupid you people are. I have it all, good looks,
a great personality, and amazing wrestling abilities. In fact, why don't I
show off my wrestling abilities right now? This win against Athena Hashi and
Flame is dedicated to me and my good looks, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Judge Moody drops the mic and waits for her partner and opponents.


LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 265 pounds...
From Chicago, IL... weighing in at 137 pounds...
Athena Hashi

PA: WE PLAY TO KILL AND SHOOT TO THRILL

#I love rock 'n' roll
#So put another dime
#In the jukebox
#Baby
#I love rock 'n' roll
#So come and
#Take the time
#And dance with me

['I love Rock n' Roll' by Britney Spears plays as the rock chick herself Athena Hashi walks out from behind the curtains. Dressed in baggy green cargo pants and a short white top with a skull and cross bones on.]

JR: Well King, what do you thinks going on between Athena Hashi and your son Too Sexy Brian?

King: Nothing, that promo is DONE!

 [Athena walks down the ramp gaining a lot of support from the fans with high fives]

JR: Nobody know what went on in there, I wonder if Tai has seen what's going on!

[Athena climbs onto the apron and blows a kiss to the crowd. She then walks through the middle and top rope and awaits her opponents.]

LILLY: Her partner...
From Austin, TX... weighing in at 128 pounds...
Flame

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.

Aquatic locks up with Athena.
Aquatic throws Athena with an armdrag.
Athena gets up and Aquatic nails Athena in the jaw with a dropkick.

JR: These two women have had such a rivalry, due to the fact that they
represent such different ways of thinking!

(Aquatic throws Athena into the turnbuckles and gives her a hard chop across
her chest. Aquatic hops to the top rope and hurricaranas Athena out of the
corner violently.)

JR: Athena just went flying halfway across the ring, and Aquatic's going to
the top!

Aquatic flips off the top rope with a moonsault, catching a groggy Athena.
Aquatic, regaining her composure, goes for a cover.
The ref counts: 1...2...Athena kicks out.

JR: Aquatic getting quite frustrated here!

King: So? I like them fiesty!

JR: They tag out!

Flame punches Judge Moody.
Judge Moody punches Flame.
You could hear a pin drop.
Judge Moody chops Flame.
Flame chops Judge Moody.
Flame hits Judge Moody.
A small "Flame" chant is being started.
Flame kicks Judge Moody.
A small "Flame" chant is being started.
Flame goes for a piledriver, but Judge Moody counters it with a backdrop.
Judge Moody goes for an eye gouge, but Flame blocks it.
Flame hits a punch on Judge Moody.
Flame runs into the ropes.
Flame misses with a clothesline.
Judge Moody hits Flame with a shoulderblock.
Judge Moody goes for a snap mare, but Flame blocks it.
Flame goes for a huricanrana, but Judge Moody counters it with a piledriver.
Judge Moody executes a DDT on Flame.
There is no crowd reaction.
Judge Moody goes for a headbutt, but Flame blocks it.
Flame throws Judge Moody out of the ring.
Flame goes through the ropes.
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Joe Finch counts: 2.
Flame goes for the Extinguisher, but Judge Moody blocks it.
The Executioner comes from behind and distracts Flame.
Judge Moody shoves Flame into the guardrail.
Joe Finch counts: 3.
Joe Finch counts: 4.
Judge Moody gets back into the ring.
Flame follows her back in.
Flame brings the table into the ring.
Athena Hashi enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Aquatic enters the ring and lays out Athena Hashi.
The crowd is booing Aquatic.
Judge Moody and Aquatic whip Flame into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Flame with a double fist to the midsection, but she
counters it with a double clothesline.
The crowd is really behind Flame.
Flame and Athena Hashi whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double elbowsmash.
Aquatic leaves the ring.
Flame nails Judge Moody with a punch.
Flame tags out to Athena Hashi.
Athena Hashi and Flame whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double kick to the midsection.
Flame hits Judge Moody with a huricanrana.
There are lots of chants for Flame.
Athena Hashi hits a springboard legdrop on Judge Moody.
A few fans are cheering on Athena Hashi.
Flame leaves the ring.
Athena Hashi uses a powerslam on Judge Moody.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Athena Hashi shoves Joe Finch.
Joe Finch gets in Athena Hashi's face and curses her out.
Athena Hashi executes the Athena-Sault on Judge Moody.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Athena Hashi.
Athena Hashi goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, The Executioner puts Judge Moody's foot on the rope.
Flame enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Flame uses a huricanrana on Judge Moody.
There are lots of chants for Flame.
Athena Hashi goes for a springboard legdrop, but The Executioner shoves her off
the turnbuckle.
Joe Finch threatens Judge Moody with disqualification.
Flame leaves the ring.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Athena Hashi hits Judge Moody with a shoulderblock.
Athena Hashi puts Judge Moody in a Boston crab.
Athena Hashi lets go after 11 seconds.
Athena Hashi takes Judge Moody down with spinning heel kick.
Athena Hashi stands on the middle rope and hypes up the crowd.
A small "Athena Hashi" chant is being started.
Athena Hashi catches Judge Moody in a Boston crab.
Judge Moody inches her way towards the ropes after 19 seconds.
Flame enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Athena Hashi and Flame whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
Athena Hashi and Flame hit Judge Moody with a double bodyslam.
Aquatic enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Athena Hashi and Flame whip Judge Moody into the ropes.
They hit Judge Moody with a double clothesline.
Flame leaves the ring.

Judge Moody takes Athena Hashi down with a snap mare.
Judge Moody executes the Moody Slam on Athena Hashi.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody goes for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, Flame doesn't make it in time... three.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.

*DING DING*

LILLY:The winners are Aquatic and Judge Moody!

JR: Aquatic's walking up to Athena! I guess she wants an answer to her match
request now!

(Aquatic makes like she wants to ask Athena something, but then spits the
blue mist into Athena's face! Aquatic pulls a pair of brass knuckles out of her
top and nails Athena between the eyes.)

JR: That JEZEBEL! Athena might be seriously injured!

(Aquatic mouths the words: "One week" and exits the ring as "Going Under"
plays again. The crowd is booing Aquatic lustily.)

JR: We'll be right back!

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(A beat up olive green Ford pickup with tinted windows roars into the parking lot and screeches to a halt in a slanted position taking up two parking spaces. Metallica’s “Enter the Sandman” can be heard blaring from inside. The passenger side door opens as the engine is cut, and “Scrappy” Joe Tunny exits. He is wearing dirty blue jeans cut off just below the knee, a white tank top and black sunglasses. His brother Chuck exits from the drivers’ side door wearing grey Bermuda shorts, a black t-shirt, and carrying a gym bag over his shoulder. As the two are about to start walking, a parking attendant comes running up.) 

Attendant: Excuse me, sirs. You’re taking up two parking spaces. Please reposition your vehicle. 

Chuck (in a whiny voice): Please reposition your vehicle! (In his normal voice) Ya hear him, bro?
 
Tunny: Hey, kid. Don’t start with us. There’s two ‘a us, and there’s two parking spaces. Ya get it? 

Attendant: Well, that’s not actually how… 

Tunny (grabbing the attendant by his collar): I SAID, YA GET IT?!!!
 
Attendant: Yes, sorry. I get it! I get it!
 
(Tunny tosses the attendant to the ground)
 
Tunny: Thought you’d understand. Good kid. 
(The two brothers walk off chuckling to themselves. The scene fades as the attendant looks in bewilderment at the haphazardly parked car.)

[Athena Hashi is walking around backstage apparantly looking for someone, in one hand she has a roll of black sticky tape, in the other a baseball bat. Athena then stops and looks at something off camera, she smiles and heads off in that direction.]

*CLONK*

[Athena swings the bat and hits somebody or something over the head. The camera looks at the floor to see Rachel Pit holding the back of her head in pain. Athena picks her up and shoves sticky tape over her mouth and tapes her arms together, Athena shoves Rachel into a wall and Rachel just sits there looking at Athena.]

Athena Hashi: What's the matter, Rachel? Nobody here to save you is there? No Tyrone Smith, No Vernon Vanderbilt, No Tamer and No Eco-System! While your here let me get one thing straight, me and you at Season's Beatings - if you want it, you're on! Or are you too scared to face me Rachel. This woman's division is just hotting up.

[Athena untapes Rachels hand. Rachel goes to punch Athena but Athena grabs her arm.]

Athena Hashi: Nice try Pitt. See you at Season's Beatings.

[Athena heads off leaving Rachel to untape herself as we fade...to...BLACK]

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(The scene opens at The Dawgs house where he’s in the living room with Thelma Lou, decorating the Christmas tree.)

The Dawg: How many more lights are we going to put on this tree?

Thelma Lou: Sure, go ahead and act like you’re not enjoying yourself.

The Dawg: It’s not that I’m not enjoying myself; it’s my match to night with Ignition. I have a lot of preps. to make.

Thelma Lou: Do you think the boys going to put a whoop’en on ya?

The Dawg: Heck no! That runt has enough trouble whoop’en his own bad breathe.

Thelma Lou: Then what is it?

The Dawg: Well! It’s just that I don’t want to lose control and hurt the young whipper snapper. He seems like a nice kid and I don’t want to see him get hurt.

Thelma Lou: Here! Have some more egg nog, maybe it’ll help settle your nerves.

The Dawg: You got just the right amount of Jack in it this time.

Thelma Lou: I think so too. I put a quart of egg nog, and a fifth of Jack.

(The Dawg guzzles down his glass full.)

The Dawg: Ya! I think that’s the right amounts. Is there any more?

Thelma Lou: Sure is pumpkin. You sit down and relax while I get you some more. And don’t worry about to night, I’m sure everything will be alright.

(The Dawg sits down on the couch mumbling to himself.)

The Dawg: These young punks just don’t know what kind of danger their in when they have a match with me.

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(Tamer is sitting alone in the Prime Time locker room.
Vern walks in.)

Vern: Ah, just the guy I was looking for.

Tamer: What’s up?

(Vern walks over and sits down in front of Tamer.)

Vern: I’d like to have a chat.

Tamer: Let me guess, about Rachel?

Vern: Yes. I always knew you fancied her, but I must
admit I was rather taken aback last week when I saw
you two kissing. What happened? What changed?

Tamer: I don’t know. We were talking. She was upset
about Tyrone. I was trying to make her feel better,
and I just got lost in her beauty.

Vern: Dear me. You’re the sweet talker. She’s not
here. Give me the skinny.

Tamer: Okay, well I was kinda telling the truth. I
just got lost. I was thinking about kissing her and
then next thing I knew I was. Then I realized what I
just did and I pulled back.

Vern: But when I came in you two were in a mutual lip
lock.

Tamer: Yeah, well, after I pulled back and started to
apologize she kinda jumped me. Not that I’m
complaining. The only thing that I didn’t like that
happened was when you barged in.

(Vern laughs.)

Vern: Well, this is all quite interesting. Have you
talked with her since?

Tamer: Not really.

Vern: You two live together and you haven’t talked to
her?

Tamer: It’s a big house, okay?

Vern: It’s not that big. Now anyway, the question is
what she will do. I mean, Mr. Smith seems to have no
knowledge of this whole event.

Tamer: What do you mean?

Vern: Did you not see him on Live?

Tamer: No. I didn’t see him at all. I mean, hell, the
guy was arrested by the Drug Enforcement Agency right
before our match.

Vern: Is that what that was? I though it was the
Dumb@$$ Extinction Affiliation.

Tamer: What?

Vern: They collect all dumb@$$es so they don’t go
extinct.

Tamer: Ohh, nice burn!

Vern: Anyway, look, he’s tall, dark, and gruesome.
You’re, well let’s see, above average height. Tall,
bright, and handsome. That’s what you are. I’m sure
Rachel will make the best decision in the end. Anyway,
I have a cocktail with my name on it.

Tamer: Catch ya later man.

Vern: Yes. Start getting ready for your match. You
have a giant to tackle.

Tamer: Just think of one word. Timber!

(Tamer and Vern laugh as we fade.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"The Most Celebrated REAL Athlete in Pro-Wrestling" Kurt Dangle

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Jack Vickery...
Weighing in at 217 pounds...

Steve Korino


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Steve Korino takes Kurt Dangle down with a kick to the midsection.
Steve Korino takes Kurt Dangle down with a spinning DDT.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Steve Korino smacks Kurt Dangle with a devastating clothesline .
Steve Korino goes for a forearm smash, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle runs into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle hits Steve Korino with a clothesline.
Kurt Dangle goes for a fireman's carry, but Steve Korino blocks it.
Steve Korino executes a snap suplex on Kurt Dangle.
Steve Korino catches Kurt Dangle in an abdominal stretch.
Kurt Dangle reaches the ropes after being locked up for 6 seconds.
Steve Korino puts Kurt Dangle in a standing wristlock.
Kurt Dangle is struggling to reach the ropes.
Kurt Dangle tries to escape the hold.
Kurt Dangle reaches the ropes after 20 seconds.
Steve Korino hits a belly-to-back suplex on Kurt Dangle.
Steve Korino whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle smacks Steve Korino with a devastating clothesline .
Kurt Dangle hits Steve Korino with a bodyslam.
Kurt Dangle whips Steve Korino into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle goes for a bodyslam, but Steve Korino counters it with a facerake.
Steve Korino hits Kurt Dangle with a flying dropkick.
Steve Korino takes Kurt Dangle down with a bodyslam.
Steve Korino hits an elbowsmash on Kurt Dangle.
Steve Korino goes for a facerake, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle runs into the ropes.
Steve Korino misses with a shoulderblock.
Kurt Dangle goes for a clothesline, but Steve Korino counters it with a crucifix
.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Steve Korino executes the Dragon Suplex on Kurt Dangle.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Steve Korino takes Kurt Dangle down with a DDT.
Steve Korino is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Steve Korino goes for a standing wristlock, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Kurt Dangle whips Steve Korino into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle hits Steve Korino with a clothesline.
Kurt Dangle puts Steve Korino in an armbar submission.
Steve Korino gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 6 seconds.
Kurt Dangle throws Steve Korino into the turnbuckle, but Steve Korino
reverses it.
Steve Korino charges into the corner, but Kurt Dangle moves out of the way.
Kurt Dangle hits Steve Korino with a forearm to the back.
Kurt Dangle executes a dropkick on Steve Korino.
Kurt Dangle goes for a back suplex, but Steve Korino blocks it.
Steve Korino executes a forearm smash on Kurt Dangle.
Steve Korino nails Kurt Dangle with an elbowsmash.
Steve Korino goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Kurt Dangle counters it with
a bulldog.
Kurt Dangle yells, "It's true! It's True!".
A few fans are cheering on Kurt Dangle.
Kurt Dangle hoists Steve Korino high into the air with a vertical suplex, then s
ends Steve Korino crashing hard to the mat.
Kurt Dangle uses a headlock takedown on Steve Korino.
Kurt Dangle goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Steve Korino blocks it.
Steve Korino hits Kurt Dangle with a punch.
Steve Korino runs into the ropes.
Steve Korino misses with an elbow.
Kurt Dangle misses with a shoulderblock.
Steve Korino hits Kurt Dangle with a clothesline.
Steve Korino covers Kurt Dangle.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Steve Korino goes for a front facelock, but Kurt Dangle counters it with
an inverted atomic drop.
Kurt Dangle executes the Olympic Slam on Steve Korino.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is starting to get behind Kurt Dangle.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Kurt Dangle!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene is a creepy black space with a single, very well polished, revolver lying flat. Nothing happens for a few seconds. The camera slowly zooms outwards, revealing that the gun is lying on a blackened, shadowy surface of a desk... There are no words, no sounds, no voices. Everything is silent for a few more seconds. Then on the bottom of the video, in letters that are easily read by the audience, the words "Coming Soon" appear.)

>>>

JR: What was that all about?

KING: I have no idea.

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

Hailing from Bristol, TN...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

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

Her opponent...
Hailing from Trier, Germany...
Weighing in at 143 pounds...

Jacklyne J.


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Rachel Pitt hits Jacklyne J. with neckbreaker.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Rachel Pitt and a few others cheering
her.
Rachel Pitt hits a flying headbutt on Jacklyne J..
Al Johnson counts: One, kickout.
Rachel Pitt complains about a slow count.
Jacklyne J. hits Rachel Pitt with an inside cradle.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Jacklyne J. goes for a bulldog, but Rachel Pitt counters it with a back suplex.
In turn, Jacklyne J. counters it with a bulldog.
Jacklyne J. runs into the ropes.
Rachel Pitt executes a huricanrana on Jacklyne J..
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Rachel Pitt and a few others cheering
her.
Rachel Pitt nails Jacklyne J. with a drop toehold.
Rachel Pitt goes for a ropeflip moonsault, but Jacklyne J. rolls out of the way.
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
You could hear a pin drop.
Jacklyne J. goes for a pumphandle suplex, but Rachel Pitt
turns in mid-air and lands on her.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Rachel Pitt hits a stomachbreaker on Jacklyne J..
Rachel Pitt uses neckbreaker on Jacklyne J..
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Rachel Pitt and a few others cheering
her.
Rachel Pitt gets the STF on Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. grabs the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Rachel Pitt puts Jacklyne J. in the STF.
Jacklyne J. is struggling to reach the ropes.
Jacklyne J. is inching her way towards the ropes.
Jacklyne J. reaches the ropes after 26 seconds.
Jacklyne J. takes Rachel Pitt down with a dropkick.
Jacklyne J. throws Rachel Pitt out of the ring.
Jacklyne J. rolls out under the bottom rope.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Al Johnson counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Al Johnson counts: 3.
Rachel Pitt executes neckbreaker on Jacklyne J..
Al Johnson counts: 4.
Al Johnson counts: 5.
Rachel Pitt uses a snap suplex on Jacklyne J..
Rachel Pitt hits a snap suplex on Jacklyne J..
Al Johnson counts: 6.
Rachel Pitt throws Jacklyne J. into the ringsteps.
Rachel Pitt nails Jacklyne J. with a ropeflip moonsault.
Al Johnson counts: 7.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Al Johnson counts: 8.
Jacklyne J. throws Rachel Pitt into the ringsteps.
Jacklyne J. nails Rachel Pitt with a dropkick.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Al Johnson counts: 9.
Jacklyne J. knocks Rachel Pitt into the ringsteps.
Jacklyne J. executes a bulldog on Rachel Pitt.
Al Johnson counts: 10.
The verdict: A DOUBLE COUNTOUT !

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens in the backstage area. “Scrappy” Joe Tunny and his brother Chuck are sitting on some upended crates with a gym bag lying on the floor between them. Chuck is happily munching on a snow cone, but Tunny is fuming.) 

Tunny: I don’t believe it, Chuck! My first day in the Fed and they lose the keys to my dressing room! I’ve gotta sit out here like a bum! What a bunch of morons! 

Chuck: Don’ worry, Joey. They got a locksmith comin’ out real soon. They’ll get us in there before too long. Start doin’ some warm-ups or somethin’. 

(Tunny gets up and starts shadow boxing. He shuffles to his left, ducks, then throws three straight jabs and a right hook. He executes a side kick and then suddenly stops and looks at Chuck)
 
Tunny: SCREW this, Chuck! Have you seen any other wrestlers workin’ out around here? 
Chuck: Uh, no.
 
Tunny: Ya know why, Chuck? Ya wanna know why? ‘Cause they’re in their *bleep*in’ locker rooms already, Chuck! That’s why! (he spots a backstage worker walking by carrying a box) Hey, you! Where the hell are the keys to my room?!!! 

(The worker drops the box in fright, spilling the papers inside, and runs away.)
 
Chuck: (As he finishes the snow cone) Hey, Joey. We don’t hafta wait for the locksmith, ya know. 

(Tunny looks puzzled)
 
Tunny: Whatcha talkin’ ‘bout? 

Chuck: You remember the Manson concert in ’99? 

Tunny: Of course. It was awesome. So what?
 
Chuck: You remember how we snuck in?
 
Tunny: Yeah, we snuck ‘round back and … (A surprised look springs onto his face)
 
Tunny: What, you wanna do that here?
 
Chuck: (grinning) Why not? It worked there, it’ll work here. 

Tunny: Yeah, but you dislocated your shoulder doin’ that! 

Chuck: That was a steel door. This one’s wood. No problem. 

(The two brothers look at each other as menacing grins spread on their faces. They give each other a nod and simultaneously charge the locked dressing room door. *CCCRRRAAASSHHH!!!!!* The wood splinters and the door buckles under the combined weight as they jump shoulder-first into it, falling off its hinges into the room, with them on top of it. Startled onlookers gather around as the two get to their feet and brush themselves off.)
 
Tunny: (looking around the room) Not a bad place. Not bad at all. Pity ‘bout the door, though. 

Chuck: (to one of the flunkies staring at them) Hey, kid. Do Mr. Tunny a favor and bring his gym bag here. And while you’re at it, let someone know that we’ll need more than a locksmith for this door. 

(The scene fades as Chuck takes the gym bag from the flunky and Tunny starts checking out his new locker room.)

>>>

(The Dawg is in the hall leaning against a door, knocking on it.)

The Dawg: Ignition!

(The Dawg knocks again.)

The Dawg: Ignition I know you’re in there.

(No one comes to the door.)

The Dawg: Ignition! I’m just trying to save you from an bleep whoop’en.

(The Dawg turns and walks away, but then stops.)

The Dawg: Don’t blame me if you get hurt. I tried to warn ya!

(The Dawg slowly walks away.)

>>>

PA: We shoot to thrill...AND PLAY TO KILL!

(The arena lights dim as purple smoke rises from the stage. 'Numb' pours through the PA systems and Tai Hashi walks out from behind the curtains wearing a denim sleeveless jacket with no shirt underneath, a black and white folded bandana, a pair of green cargo pants and wrist bands. He walks down the ramp and slides under the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and hypes up the crowd, he jumps down and grabs a microphone.)

Tai Hashi: PORTLAND, OREGON...

Crowd & Tai Hashi: YOU ROCK!

(Cheers)

Tai Hashi: Without further hesitation lets get on with what I have to say to Inferno and Mineral better known to you as the Eco-System.

(Neutral reaction)

Tai Hashi: You see, I wasn't at Live this week. It's a non-televised show if you didn't know and I was set to face Mineral one-on-one in Boise, Idaho. And do you guys wanna know where I was on that day?

Crowd: YES!

Tai Hashi: I wasn't at Live!

(Crowd begin to boo a little.)

Tai Hashi: Well, that's the past and the present is present so let's talk about Inferno. Inferno, you, Mineral and me came into the BMWF at almost the same time and we even competed in Norway together as partners and as rivals. But you know what I'm sick of Inferno, I'm sick of being in your shadow all the (bleep)ing time! I'm sick of being behind you at everything, I'm sick of it! But tonight I'm going to show the world that a shadow can disappear and change just like...(Tai clicks his fingers)...that. You were always the one to get gold, you were the one who always got the praise when we won matches as a team, you was the one who everybody loved to hate! The most entertaining - but tonight that's about to change. You see, I'm the electrifyin',

Crowd: Mesmerising.

Tai Hashi: Shut it that's my line!

(Boos)

Tai Hashi: I'm the electrifyin', mesmerisin' Rock Star and there's a guitar in my locker room with your name written all over it! You see, I'm a man - you're not! I'm a guy with attitude - you're not! I'm a guy with skill and you're (bleep)ing NOT! Tonight it's my job to weaken you down for our Hell in a Cell match at Season's Beatings. 

Tai Hashi: Talking about the Season's Beatings Hell in a Cell match. You know that little stipulation you had going I have a something to say about that.

(Tai sticks up his index and middle fingers.)

Tai Hashi: I don't give a damn who you put in as the commentators because basically King and JR to a (bleep) job at it anyway!

King: Hey!

Tai Hashi: I don't care who you put as the referee because I can win even if the whole crowd were Prime Time fans I will still pin each and every one of the Prime Time squad one, two..........THREE!

Tai Hashi: That's all I gotta say so Inferno just keep something in mind I shoot to thrill....AND PLAY TO KILL!

(Tai throws the microphone towards Lillian Garcia's area *Boom* as 'Numb' plays again. Tai leaves to a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

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

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

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

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Pearl River, MS...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Dozer Phillips

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Torreon, Mexico...
Weighing in at 210 pounds...

Ultimate Guerrero

PA: Viva la raza!

(Los Guerreros’ music hits over the PA system and the crowd begins to cheer as Ultimate Guerrero makes his way out from the back. He is wearing a pair of blue tights with a gold and blue mask. He raises his arms in the air as the crowd cheers. He quickly makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans on his way down. He slides into the ring, and heads to the corner. He jumps up to the second rope and raises his hands into the air again. He drops back down to the mat and grabs a mic.)

Ultimate: Dozer Phillips… we are both… part of wrestling… families. So this… is a true test. I look forward… to facing… a man of your… skill. But don’t let… my compliments … fool you. I am no… fool… myself. I have trained… a lot. I have studied… even more. I want to win… more than anyone… for the family… and for me. It’s my time… to shine. You may not like it… but I don’t care. It’s my time… Guerrero time. And you… my friend… cannot stop this. As Heat would say… it’s time… to ride.


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Dozer Phillips nails Ultimate Guerrero with a back suplex.
Dozer Phillips hits Ultimate Guerrero with a sidewalk slam.
A portion of the crowd is booing Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips hits a bodyslam on Ultimate Guerrero.
Dozer Phillips uses a tiger driver on Ultimate Guerrero.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Dozer Phillips throws Earl Hepner out of the ring.
Earl Hepner is out cold.
Dozer Phillips smacks Ultimate Guerrero with a devastating short clothesline .
Dozer Phillips nails Ultimate Guerrero with a roundhouse right.
Dozer Phillips whips Ultimate Guerrero into the turnbuckle.
Dozer Phillips executes a backbreaker on Ultimate Guerrero.
Dozer Phillips hits a punch on Ultimate Guerrero.
Dozer Phillips whips Ultimate Guerrero into the ropes.
Dozer Phillips goes for a sidewalk slam, but Ultimate Guerrero counters it with
a DDT.
Ultimate Guerrero has the crowd going wild.
In turn, Dozer Phillips counters it with a backdrop.
Dozer Phillips almost takes Ultimate Guerrero's head off with a flying clothesli
ne
A portion of the crowd is cheering Dozer Phillips.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
Dozer Phillips hits a tiger driver on Ultimate Guerrero.
There is no referee to count.
Joe Finch comes running down to the ring.
Joe Finch counts: One, shoulder up.
Dozer Phillips goes for a shoulderblock, but Ultimate Guerrero counters it with
a backdrop.
Earl Hepner crawls back into the ring.
Earl Hepner slowly gets up.
Earl Hepner threatens Dozer Phillips with disqualification.
Ultimate Guerrero smacks Dozer Phillips with a devastating flying clothesline .
The crowd is going crazy.
Ultimate Guerrero executes a spinebuster slam on Dozer Phillips.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero nails Dozer Phillips with an elbowdrop.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a flying somersault splash, but Dozer Phillips
rolls out of the way.
Dozer Phillips takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a hiptoss.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
Dozer Phillips uses a sidewalk slam on Ultimate Guerrero.
Dozer Phillips whips Ultimate Guerrero into the ropes, but Ultimate Guerrero
reverses it.
Ultimate Guerrero takes Dozer Phillips down with a fist to the midsection.
Ultimate Guerrero whips Dozer Phillips into the ropes.
Dozer Phillips takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a shoulderblock.
Dozer Phillips uses a hiptoss on Ultimate Guerrero.
Dozer Phillips runs into the ropes.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Dozer Phillips with a clothesline.
Ultimate Guerrero executes a flying bodypress on Dozer Phillips.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero takes Dozer Phillips down with a flying somersault splash.
Ultimate Guerrero smacks Dozer Phillips with a devastating flying clothesline .
There are lots of chants for Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero executes a spinebuster slam on Dozer Phillips.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero yells at the crowd.
There are lots of chants for Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a slap, but Dozer Phillips blocks it.
Dozer Phillips hits Ultimate Guerrero with a roundhouse right.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
Dozer Phillips goes for a hiptoss, but Ultimate Guerrero reverses it.
Ultimate Guerrero hits an elbowdrop on Dozer Phillips.
Ultimate Guerrero yells at the crowd.
The crowd is really behind Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a slap, but Dozer Phillips reverses it.
Dozer Phillips executes an enzuigiri on Ultimate Guerrero.
Dozer Phillips executes the Bulldozer on Ultimate Guerrero.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Dozer Phillips
and a few others cheering him.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Dozer Phillips!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(A camera backstage shows Michael Bole walking down a hall. Suddenly, Kolic
dashes by Bole, who falls over and knocks the cameraman down. When the
cameraman finally stands, Kolic is helping up Bole, who is visibly shaken.)

Kolic: You all right Bole? Looks like you got hit by lightning!

Bole: Speaking of lightning, I’ve never seen anybody so fast. Is there a
secret to your speed?

Kolic: Well, my being bullied as a child helped. If one cannot fight, one
must be fast to get away from the fight. When I trained for the BMWF, I
focused on speed and agility, mostly sprints with weights tied to my ankles.
Like a rubber doughnut on a baseball bat, the extra weight made my legs
faster when I took them off. I also practiced at a local batting cage with
the fast pitch baseball machine. I would put on padding and a helmet and
dodge the baseballs. Eventually I could go in without protection and dodge
every pitch. I used to hustle the locals until management caught me, but by
then my skills were honed.

Bole: What were you doing just now? Did you see me and think, “I’m going to
knock Bole down, he’s an easy target!”?

Kolic: *Laughs* Of course not! I was running laps around the arena to work
on my endurance. I’m up to lap 3, got two more before I go play my Gamecube.
I just got Mario Kart: Double Dash in, you’re welcome to race me.

Bole: No thanks, I have more interviews. You beat Mineral by countout on
Live, but your Rock Star Inc. partner Tai lost to Inferno. Do you like your
chances against Inferno tonight?

Kolic: Oh yeah. Mineral was losing to me, so he got himself counted out so
he could avoid my Binary Blast. Once Inferno gets by boot upside his head,
he’ll hand over the titles come Seasons Beatings! In case he doesn’t, I
still have my equalizer.

Bole: You mean the “devil” on Live? Can you tell us who he is?

Kolic: No way, Bole! That would ruin his secret identity! You’ll have to
find out with everyone else who he is later tonight. I guarantee that he
will swing the odds back in our favor. Is the interview over?

Bole: Yeah, pretty much.

Kolic: Good, I can get back to my laps. See ya Bole!

(Kolic sprints down the hall)

JR: Who is the mystery man? We’ll find out later tonight!

King: Unless he’s Superman, Rock Star Inc. won’t have a chance at Season’s
Beatings! Come to think of it, even Superman couldn’t help them! HAHA!

JR: We’ll be right back!

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

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater played as Lowedown makes his way out as the crowd rises to their feet. Lowedown runs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Lowedown stays on his knees for a moment as he motions for the microphone...)

King:I heard Lowedown wasn't happy about tonight!

JR:Lowedown has to face his former bWo partner and a man he had a bitter feud with months back! Talk about your blind luck!

King:If it wasn't for bad luck, he'd have none at all! HAHAHA!

(Lowedown rises up and paces in the ring for a moment as he looks towards the entrance way...)

LD:Come on Harry! I haven't got all d@mn night! Bring your @$$ out here right now!

(Lowedown paces back and forth for a few moments as he waits for Harry to step out of from the back. Lowedown realizes that Harry isn't coming and drops his head down...)

LD:You know something Harry? You talk about desperation and your crazed desire to be a champion? Well, allow me to show you why I am the World champion!

(Lowedown drops the microphone and jumps out of the ring. Lowedown runs up the rampway and makes his way into the back...)

JR:Where is Lowedown going?

King:I think he's going after Harry! Get a camera back there!

JR: We'll be right back!