BMWF Bedlam Part II

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

(The camera cuts backstage to the bWo locker room where Slim Jim Sullivan is
shown sitting down on a leather couch. The camera pans back where we can see
The Judge opposite Slim Jim on another couch. The Judge is wearing a black bWo
shirt and has the BMWF Hardcore title slung over his shoulder.)

Slim: Judge, last week on Bedlam you faced Truck in a Hardcore title match,
where you once again succesfully defended your title, but not before you had
White Lightning's bodyguard, Big Kev Nash, viciously attack Truck. Can you try
and explain your actions here?

Judge: First of all Slim, I don't need to explain my actions to anyone! When
I attacked Truck, I was sending out a message to anyone who dares get in my
path. This Hardcore title will still around my waist until I am done with it!

Slim: Tonight you team up with longtime rival Hardcore Harry and Ryushi
Fujita to take on stablemate LoweDown, Master Z, and Vernon Vanderbilt in the
main-event. Now this must be a little confusing for you, since you and LoweDown are
in the same stable yet you are on different teams tonight.

Judge: Slim, LoweDown and I have agreed that we will not stand in each
other's path towards dominance. LoweDown knows that I want to become the World
Champion eventually, and if he's holding the belt at that time, then he knows I
will do whatever it takes to elevate myself to the next level. Same goes for the
match tonight. Winning tonight's match would be a huge win for me and I intend
on following through.

Slim: Judge, Season's Beatings is next week and you don't seem to have a
match other than a possible Lethal Lottery match.

Judge: That's right Slim, but that's because I'm a lot smarter than the rest.
I want...no, I need to get to the Bedlam Bowl so bad that I can't risk having
fatigue be a factor in my Lethal Lottery match. While others may have two to
three matches at Season's Beatings, I will be fresh and I can almost gurantee
victory, no matter who my opponents and partner are.

Slim: Well, I just received word from the Talent Relations Department that
tomorrow is your birthday.

Judge: Yeah, but it seems like no one remembers. It was just one year ago
that Havoc Supreme and my Legal Corruption buddies threw a surprise party for me.

Slim: You sure have come a long way since then.

Judge: Yeah, back in Legal Corruption, we were set at destroying LoweDown's
career and now I'm in LoweDown's stable! I even met his mother a few weeks ago!

Slim: Well, thanks for granting me this interview, it sure seems like you
woke up on the right side of the bed today.

Judge: Get outta here smart@$$!

(The Judge chases Slim Jim Sullivan out of the locker room as the camera
fades.)

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KING: Slim Jim should wear his toupee. The light keep bouncing offf his head and damaging the camera lenses!

JR: Oh, shut up, King!

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(Slim Jim Sullivan is standing by with Truck and "Mr.
Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt.)

Slim Jim:  Truck, Vernon, tonight you two have some
very important matches ahead of you.

Truck:  Damn straight, Jim!  T'night, Truck faces
Latino Heat!

Slim Jim:  You have certainly been on a rampage as of
late, Truck.  You and Vernon perpetrated that brutal
attack on White Lightning and Kev Nash at Live.

Truck:  That was just a li'l warnin' to them folks.
They done went an' messed with the wrong man when they
beat me down last Monday.

Vernon:  You see, Whitey thinks he's special because
he has a large man behind him.  He is indeed special,
but it's only because he's obviously mentally
retarded.  He and his short bus cronies are going to
learn some lessons if they don't back the hell up.

Truck:  I's gon' tear 'em limb from limb!  BOOM BOOM!

Slim Jim:  Indeed.  Now, Vernon, tonight you are
teaming with the World Champion Lowedown and Master Z
to take on the team of Hardcore Harry, The Judge, and
Ryushi Fujita.  Considering that Lowedown and Z have
been at each others' throats lately, how do you think
your team will fare in tonight's match?

Vernon:  Let me tell you something, Slim Jim.  It
doesn't matter if I'm teaming with Lowedown and Z,
Heckle and Jeckle, Bonnie and Clyde, or Santa Claus
and the Tooth Fairy.  The bottom line is, Yours Truly,
the Furnace of Fabulosity, the Future Legend, Emperor
of the Universe, and Champion of the Continents WILL
emerge victorious tonight!  And I don't give a double
dippity damn whether my teammates are down with that
or not.  Harry....nobody.  Judge...nobody.
Fujita...nobody.  I am a beacon, shining in the
blackest night, and my presence shall pierce through
all that stand before me.

Slim Jim:  You also happen to be teaming with Master Z
in the Lethal Lottery at Season's Beatings.

Vernon:  You bet your bald little head, Jim.  As far
as I'm concerned, the V and Z Connection is in full
effect tonight.  This is gonna be a nice little warmup
for the Lethal Lottery.

Truck:  I's gon' tear it up!  BOOM BOOM!

Vernon:  That's right Truck.  That's right.  Now let's
go do our thing!  Catch ya on the flip side, Jim.

(They exit.)

FADE OUT

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From El Paso, Texas...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Latino Heat

PA: Viva la raza!

(Los Guerreros’ music hits over the PA system and the crowd begins to cheer as they wait for Latino Heat to drive out. The car never shows up though, and Heat comes walking out from the entranceway. He stops at the top of the stage, looks over the crowd, and quickly makes his way down to the ring. He wastes no time as he heads down to the ring. He slides in and heads to the corner first. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle, extends his hands out, and pounds his chest. He jumps back down to the mat and is handed a mic.)

Latino Heat: Night after night, things just don’t seem to be goin’ down the right way for The Heat. I’m doin’ what I can. I’m puttin’ out the best I can. But it just seems like the mood ain’t right. Basically, I realize I gotta step up the intensity. I gotta go back to layin’ people out and showin’ that attitude that took me to the top. I waited too long recently for other people to take me to places. I’m movin’ on from that now. I’m doin’ this my way. I’m doin’ it The Heat way. If people got a problem with that, then too bad. I’m back to bein’ my own man, and that’s where we are different Truck. You rely on your boys. Without them, you’re just a big man. You ain’t nothin’ special. You’re just another man in the line lookin’ for a little money. So you do what they tell ya’ and you take your losses like a man. That’s exactly what you gotta do here. You’re facin’ The Heat. You’re facin’ a man starvin’ for this. And you’re gonna take the loss whether ya like it or not. So if ya’ can’t stand this Heat… then stay out of my kitchen… because essa… ya will get burned.


LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
From Breaux Bridge, LA...
Weighing in at 346 pounds...

Truck

P.A.:  BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

(As John Lee Hooker begins to play over the arena's
sound system, Truck steps out to the top of the ramp.
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde is right behind him.  Truck
raises his fist in the air and smiles at the crowd.
They make their way to the ring, and Truck enters,
heading to his corner to await the start of the
match.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Truck throws Latino Heat out of the ring.
Truck rolls out under the bottom rope.
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde comes from behind and distracts Latino Heat.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Truck hits haymaker on Latino Heat.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
Truck goes for a Gorilla Press, but Latino Heat slides down his back.
Len Stanley counts: 2.
Latino Heat hits Truck with a dropkick.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Truck hits a Gorilla Press on Latino Heat.
Len Stanley counts: 3.
Latino Heat is busted wide open.
Truck throws Latino Heat into the ringsteps.
You could hear a pin drop.
Truck takes Latino Heat down with a Samoan Drop.
Truck climbs back into the ring.
Latino Heat rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Truck goes for a Samoan Drop, but Latino Heat counters it with an elbowsmash.
Latino Heat executes a flying dropkick on Truck.
Latino Heat is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Latino Heat runs into the ropes.
Latino Heat and Truck get hit with a double clothesline.
Latino Heat sends Truck into the turnbuckle, but Truck reverses it.

Truck nails Latino with a wicked clothesline, flipping
him in the air.
Truck follows up with a knee drop.

JR:  Truck is certainly cutting loose on Latino Heat
tonight!

King:  Well, I imagine he has a lot of rage inside
him, looking like that.

JR:  You're cruel!

King:  You know you love it!

JR:  Right.  Anyway...

Truck backs Latino into the corner.
The ref tells him to back off.
Truck drives a knee into Latino's gut before stepping
back.

Truck runs into the ropes.
Latino Heat misses with a clothesline.
Latino Heat hits Truck with an elbow.
Latino Heat slaps his chest.
Quite a few boos are audible.
Latino Heat executes a dropkick on Truck.
Latino Heat goes for a backbreaker, but Truck counters it with a facerake.
Truck hits Latino Heat.
Latino Heat chops Truck.
Latino Heat is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Truck kicks Latino Heat.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Truck chops Latino Heat.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Truck goes for a sleeperhold, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat takes Truck down with a dropkick.
Latino Heat whips Truck into the turnbuckle.
Truck comes back, but is met with an elbow.
Latino Heat uses a Hotshot on Truck.
Latino Heat is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Latino Heat executes the Frog Splash on Truck.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
Quite a few boos are audible.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Latino Heat!

JR: We'll be right back!

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JR:Folks, I think that Lowedown has caught up with Harry and things are going crazy backstage!

King:Please let Michael Bole be somewhere else! He can never hold a camera right!

JR:It's Slim Jim! Slim, what is happening?

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown slamming a steel pipe against the back of Harry from behind. Harry falls to the ground as Lowedown continues slamming the pipe down into his back and then throws the pipe to the side. Lowedown stands over the injured Harry as he begins to shout down at him...)

LD:So this is Hardcore huh? Maybe you could be my Hardcore BLEEP if you play your cards right sometime Harry!

(Lowedown walks into one of the locker rooms and comes out a moment later with a steel chair. Lowedown sees Harry moving a bit and drives the chair down against the back of Harry's head. Lowedown brings the chair up and sees the dent and smiles sadistically. Lowedown picks up the head of Harry and places his head in between the chair and then manages to find another chair leaning against the wall. Lowedown picks it up off the wall and holds it high above his head...)

LD:Understand that what I'm doing here is not for my enjoyment Harry, but to make sure the Union never gets this belt back! YA FEEL ME?!?

(Lowedown drives the chair down on top of the steel chair covering Harry's head. Lowedown slams it down again as you begin to see blood dripping from the face of Harry. Lowedown slams it down a third time as Dozer makes his way around the corner and pulls the chair away from his brother...)

Dozer:Easy there brother. Save some for tonight would ya?

(Lowedown looks up at his brother and then finally calms down...)

LD:Good point Doze.

(Lowedown then leans down and speaks to Harry on the ground...)

LD:Harry, Hardcore is the name I will take from you. That is the Lowedown on that.

(Lowedown and Dozer slowly walk off as the EMT's rush over to check on Harry...)

fade...

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(Tai Hashi is inside his locker room pacing back and forth when there's a knock on the door. Tai opens it to find out it's Slim Jim Sullivan.)

Slim Jim Sullivan: Tai Hashi, can I have a few words?

Tai Hashi: Yeah, (bleep) off!

(Tai slams the door in Slim Jim's face.)

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(The scene opens with The Dawg in the back of his locker room, sitting on the throne, making out his Christmas list. All of a sudden, right in the middle of everything, The Dawg jumps up off the throne--his body censored--and starts singing.)

The Dawg: All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, my two front teeth.

(The Dawg stops and regains a little composure and sits back down on the throne.)

The Dawg: Now lets see. I’ll go down to the tent and awning and get Thelma Lou a new bikini. For Bruiser I’ll get a case of Clydesdale urine. For Lowedown I’ll get one of those Susie blow up dolls for the nights that Flame is mad at him. For Prime Time I’ll get a five-gallon bucket of bath oil. For the Union I’ll get a large bag of gummy worms. For TCW I’ll get some wet ones so they have something to wipe their baby butts with. And for Tyrone Smith I’ll get, let’s see, it has to be nice so that big gorilla won’t hurt me again, I know, I’ll get him…

(The Dawg has to stop right in the middle of his thoughts and, RI I PPP!!!!)

The Dawg: So! Now I’m done with the Christmas list and all I have to do is pay for all of it. Oh wait! I almost forgot what I was going to get Tyrone. I’ll get him a grow lite so nobody knows what he’s doing, he should like that.

(The Dawg finishes his business and goes to get ready for his match.)

(Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic are sitting around in their locker room
backstage.)

Inferno: You know guys....it's Christmas in a few days.

Mineral: How could I forget? We've been buying gifts for every single person
in the BMWF!

Aquatic: Yeah....I do hate how this holiday has become so commercialized,
though. It's like it's more of an American help-the-economy day then celebating
the birth of Christ.

Mineral: Hey....want to say a prayer?

Inferno/Aquatic: Sure.

(The Eco-System gets down on their knees. Mineral takes Inferno and Aquatic's
hands.)

Mineral: Holy Father....you gave us the ultimate gift by sending your son
down to us, having him live among us, and eventually die for our sins. May we
never forget this fact, and may we grow closer to you with every given day,
especially around the holiday season. May we not be sucked into the commercialism,
but always have the true meaning of Christmas-Christ's Mass-not in the back
of our minds, but the front of our hearts. Amen.

Inferno: Amen.

Aquatic: Amen.

Mineral: Anything you want to add?

Inferno: Um....oh, got it. Lord, please help all those who have gone through
terrible tribulations this year to not be tormented by painful memories during
this holiday season. Also, help those who have been lost to come to you and
your eternal heaven.


Aquatic: Are you praying for Scotty Scott and his father's soul?

Inferno: ....yeah.

(Aquatic smiles and Mineral pats Inferno on the back.)

Mineral: All right, Amen.

Aquatic: Amen.

Inferno: Amen.

(The Eco-System stands up.)

Mineral: All right. Ready to overturn the tables of the sinners in the
temples?

(Inferno and Aquatic stare at him blankly.)

Mineral: You guys are Catholic! READ THE BIBLE! (sighs) Never mind....let's
go!

(Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic run off.)

FADE

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Aquatic...
Fighting out of Hell, Norway...
Weighing in at 252 pounds...

Mineral

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

("Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence plays over the PA system as blue mist
rises from the stage. There is a flash of blue fireworks, that disappear to reveal
Inferno, Mineral and Aquatic, all with one arm raised in the air.)

JR: The Eco-System always travels in packs! But since Rock Star Inc's numbers
match theirs, can they still play the numbers game?

(The Eco-System walks down to the ring and hops up to the apron. Inferno and
Mineral hold the ropes oipen for Aquatic, and she poses in ring while they
scale the turnbuckles and play to the crowd with their title belts.)

King: Inferno's getting his microphone! Get your earplugs, JR!

Inferno: Hello, Ecolytes and Biohazards! (Cheer) Tonight the Eco-System is
suffering from a bout of deja vü. And I must say, that is quite dangerous,
because absolutely none of us can speak Latin. (laughs) No, but tonight, the
matches are Mineral vs. Tai
Hashi and Inferno vs. Kolic. But just on Live, we had Mineral vs. Kolic and
Inferno vs. Tai Hashi. Hey, biohazards backstage, can you give us a little
technical support?

(The screen star wipes to Inferno hoisting Tai over his shoulder and
exewcuting the Sun Flare. We see the referee count: 1...2.....3! The picture freezes
as Inferno stands over Tai Hashi victoriously.)

Inferno: Can I see the counter on there? Little help?

(A timer appears that states: 0:02:27.)

Inferno: Really? It took me more than two minutes to beat Hashi? I'm IMPRESSED!

Mineral: (taking the mike) I must confess to all you Ecolytes....I did lose
to Kolic on Live. (Crowd boos) I lost to Kolic by countout, and I freely admit
it. Can I get some technical support here?

(We see Mineral leaving the ring to sign a few autographs as the ref counts
him out. We star wipe out as the ref rings the bell.)

Mineral: Mmm. I really need to start looking into Ridilin, myself. (laughs)
Anyhoo, tonight, we're "switching partners", so to speak.....NOT THAT WE HAVE
THAT KIND OF LIFESTYLE.....NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT.......NOT
THAT I SHOULD IMPLY
THERE WOULD BE.....NOT THAT I'M OVERANALYZING PREJUDICE....NOT THAT-

(Inferno covers Mineral's mouth and takes the mike.)

Inferno: Sorry folks, he's new to the political correctness thing. Vern was
teaching it to him over the weekend.

King: Learning political correctness from Vern? HA HA!

Inferno: Anyway, there is abso-ECO-lutely no way we will let Tai Hashi and
Kolic get the better of us on this night. They're like Mitch Green and George
Foreman, and we're Mike Tyson and Muhammad Ali! Well....except for the us being
pale white Norweigan
part. But other than that, it's all good! And in regards to that little
Drumroll near the end of our last Bedlam match.....we don't forget, and we sure as
Hell, Norway don't forgive. So Kolic and Tai, tonight bring everything you've
got, because we won't
let up......we won't make a mistake......and we will show you why we're the
tag champions. (throws head back) IF YOU FEEL IT, SAY IT...

Crowd/Inferno: ECO-LIFE!

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistance" Tai Hashi
*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.

Mineral locks up with Tai Hashi, and quickly throws him off.
Mineral grabs Tai by the head and throws him out of the ring.
The ref is warning Aquatic not to get involved.

JR: Glad to see the ref is doing his job by....what are you doing here,
Inferno?

Inferno: (slipping on headset) Can't a guy commentate on his own brother's
match?

King: Not really, but feel free to!

(Mineral hops to the top rope and executes a spinning leg drop that almost
decapitates Tai Hashi. Mineral slides Tai back into the ring and comes back in
himself.)

JR: Nice high-flying moves by Mineral!

Inferno: NICE? That was technical perfection, and I'm sure my Ecolytes would
agree!

JR: Um....sure.

Mineral is stomping on Tai Hashi in the corner.
Mineral hoists Tai up and climbs to the top rope.
Mineral executes a vertical suplex from the top rope.

Inferno: Oh my gosh, that was AMAZING! I wouldn't be surprised if Hashi was
dead!

King: Do we exaggerate a little, Inferno?

(Mineral goes for the cover, but Tai kicks out at two. Mineral grabs Tai
around the back and executes a German Suplex.)

Inferno: You see that? That's REAL technical skill! Not like Kurt Dangle or
those other pretenders!

JR: Mineral just hit another German!

Mineral hits a third German on Tai, making it three.
Mineral goes for the cover, but Tai gets his arm under the bottom rope.
Mineral hoists Tai up over his head.

King: What's Mineral doing here, JR?

Inferno: I'LL tell you what he's doing! He's about to hit the most
electrifying move in sports entertainment....you know, besides our numerous other
finishers....the Boulder-Than-Thou!

(Mineral hits the Boulder-Than-Thou on Tai Hashi, and stands up. Mineral
walks to the otherside of the ring and hits his three-point stance. The crowd
cheers.)

JR: Tai's getting up! Stay down, Tai!

Mineral hits the spear on Hashi, driving him into the corner.
Mineral catches Tai out of the corner with a sidewalk slam.
Mineral goes for the cover, but neglects to hook the leg and Tai gets his
foot on the ropes at two.

Tai Hashi executes straight kick on Mineral.
Tai Hashi throws Mineral out of the ring.
Tai Hashi rolls out under the bottom rope.
Tai Hashi runs Mineral into the ringsteps.
Aquatic comes from behind, but Tai Hashi nails Aquatic.
Mineral shoves Tai Hashi into the guardrail.
Mineral goes for an arm bar, but Tai Hashi counters it with an eye gouge.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Tai Hashi takes Mineral down with toe kick.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Tai Hashi.
Tai Hashi uses a jumping knee on Mineral.
Jack Slone counts: 4.
Tai Hashi uses toe kick on Mineral.
Jack Slone counts: 5.
Blood is starting to come out of Mineral's mask.
Tai Hashi whips Mineral into the guardrail.
Tai Hashi takes Mineral down with a jumping knee.
Jack Slone counts: 6.
Jack Slone counts: 7.
Aquatic comes from behind, but Tai Hashi nails Aquatic.
Jack Slone counts: 8.
Mineral throws Tai Hashi into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 9.
Mineral throws Tai Hashi back into the ring.
Mineral hits a spear on Tai Hashi.
Mineral kicks Tai in the gut, and positions his head between his legs.

Mineral hoists Tai up and climbs onto the the top rope.
Mineral takes a huge jump and executes a powerbomb on Tai on the steel ramp.

*CRASH*

JR: OH MY GOSH! TAI MIGHT HAVE BEEN BROKEN IN HALF!

Inferno: Oh....right. What a tragic loss that would have been.

(Mineral stands up and raises his arm victoriously. He throws Tai's limp body
in the ring and slides in himself.)

JR: What's he going to do now? How do fans cheer these sadistic madmen?

Inferno: (acting hurt) That was kind of a harsh thing to call me....

JR: Well, whoop-dee-doo!

Mineral whips Tai Hashi into the ropes and catches him with an Avalanche.
Mineral goes for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Mineral!

JR: We'll be right...

KING: Wait! Look!

JR: Inferno's taking the steel chair! Where's he going?

(Inferno slides into the ring and smashes the chair over Tai Hashi's head
with a brutal swing. Kolic runs in, but Inferno smashes him in the head too.
Athena tries to come in from outside teh ring, but Aquatic catches her witha
brass knuckles shot.)

JR: The Eco-System just cleaned house with Rock Star Inc, and the second
match hasn't even gotten underway yet!

*DING DING*

Inferno helps Mineral throw the steel chairs and Tai Hashi out of the ring.
Mineral slides out of the ring, and Mineral covers Kolic.
The ref counts: 1...2...Kolic gets his foot on the bottom rope.

JR: Fans! We have to take a break! This match will continue!

JR: We are back and Inferno still has Kolic in trouble!

Inferno throws Kolic into the corner and neckbreakers him coming out of it.
Aquatic gets up on the apron distracting the referee.
Inferno takes the oportunity to low blow Kolic and fakes that he's been low
blowed when the ref turns around.

JR: My gosh, Inferno ever play fair?

Mineral: (puting on a headset) Not while cheating is so much fun! Mind if I
sit?

King: Why not? Your brother invited himself!

(Inferno "recovers" and positions Kolic for the Raging Inferno. Inferno
executes it and goes for the cover, but Kolic gets his arm under the bottom rope.)

Mineral: Now that's cheating!

JR: No it's not! It's perfectly legal!

Mineral: Well....it shouldn't be! It's cheap!

JR: (sighs) I can't work with this....

Inferno executes a snap suplex on Kolic.
Inferno bridges into a cover, but Kolic kicks out.
Inferno picks Kolic up and fireman's carries him over the top rope.

King: HA HA! Kolic just went flying!

(Inferno throws Kolic into the steel steps , sending the top step flying into
the barricade. Inferno lays Kolic on top of the remaining steel step and
slides back into the ring.)

JR: Where's Inferno going?

Mineral: Inferno is going to ELECTRIFY! WOO-HAA!!!

JR: ....woo-haa?

Inferno climbs to the top rope and gives the "E" sign
Inferno jumps off the top rope with a leg drop on Kolic.
Inferno slides Kolic back into the ring, and slides back into the ring
himself.

Kolic goes for irish whip, but Inferno blocks it.
Inferno hits Kolic with a fireman's carry.
Inferno goes for a vertical suplex, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic nails Inferno with irish whip.
Kolic goes for a punch, but Inferno blocks it.
Inferno hoists Kolic high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Kolic
crashing hard to the mat.
Inferno takes Kolic down with a snap suplex.
Inferno uses a snap suplex on Kolic.
Inferno runs into the ropes.
Kolic goes for a punch, but Inferno blocks it.
Inferno hits a sidewalk slam on Kolic.
Inferno is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Inferno whips Kolic into the ropes, but Kolic reverses it.
Kolic and Inferno get hit with a double clothesline.
Kolic chops Inferno.
Kolic is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Kolic chops Inferno.
Kolic takes Inferno down with a spin kick.
Kolic hits Inferno.
Kolic is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Kolic punches Inferno.
Kolic hits Inferno.
Kolic is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Kolic takes Inferno down with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Inferno misses with a clothesline.
Kolic misses with a kick.
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Inferno ducks out of the way.

JR: Inferno hits Kolic with a massive clothesline! Inferno shows off to the
crowd...wait, Kolic just jumped to his feet! Turn around Inferno!

King: WOAH!

JR: Kolic just nailed Inferno with a savate kick! Kolic goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

Kolic: Those tag belts are OURS!

JR: Kolic drags Inferno to his feet, assaults him with punches to the face.
Kolic whips Inferno to the ropes, Inferno ducks a clothesline, Inferno tries
a dropkick, but Kolic rolls under it! Kolic hits a spinning headscissors,
and Inferno’s on the second rope! Looks like a 619!

King: Not again! I wonder how many times I’ll say that during Kolic’s
matches...

JR: I’m going to ignore that...Kolic rebounds off the far ropes, and hits
it! Wait, Aquatic picks up a chair, she’s going to hit Kolic with it! Athena
runs over and dropkicks the chair in Aquatic’s face! Kolic and Athena give
each other a high five, then Kolic springboards off the top ropes and hits
Inferno with a hurricanrana! Kolic climbs the turnbuckle and hits a
frogsplash! He goes for the pin!

1,2...kickout!

Inferno chops Kolic.
Inferno chops Kolic.
Inferno executes a DDT on Kolic.
Inferno mimes a globe and goes "The World is ours!".
The crowd is wildly cheering Inferno with only a few scattered boos audible.

JR: Kolic hits Inferno with a legsweep, then a legdrop! Kolic picks up
Inferno’s feet under his arms and catapults him into the turnbuckle! Kolic
stands up and gets Inferno into a small package! Kolic goes for the pin, but
Aquatic breaks it up! The ref is admonishing her...what’s Inferno doing? He
pulled out a tazer, he’s going to use that on Kolic!

King: I’m shocked that Inferno would try to win by cheating! HAHA!

JR: That’s the worst joke I’ve heard in my life. Kolic stands up, and
Inferno lunges at Kolic with the tazer! Kolic spots it and kicks it out of
Inferno’s hand just as the ref turns around! Kolic follows up with a
roundhouse kick to Inferno’s head! Kolic’s signaling for the Binary Blast!
Kolic picks up Inferno, whips him into the ropes...THERE IT IS! BINARY
BLAST! KOLIC GOES FOR THE PIN!

KING: One, two...Aquatic puts Inferno's foot on the ropes!

JR: Inferno twists Kolic's arm and puts him into an armbar.
Kolic struggles to get out, but Inferno switches it to a full nelson.
Kolic attempts to pull away, but Inferno forces him down.

Mineral: It's over! Kolic will have to tap now!

JR: Maybe, maybe not Mineral! Wait a second!

(Kolic makes it over to the ropes and wraps his legs around the bottom rope.
Inferno pulls him off and executes a full nelson bomb.)

Mineral: Good job, Inferno! He's very adaptable, just like any good Norweigan
wrestler.

JR: That was a simple switchover!

Inferno executes a Belly-To-Belly-Suplex.
Inferno picks Kolic up and executes a DDT.
Inferno positions Kolic between his legs.

Mineral: Another Raging Inferno! That will be it!

(Inferno executes the Raging Inferno and goes for the cover. The ref counts
to two, but Inferno picks Kolic's head up.)

JR: What's he doing? He could have won!

Inferno hoists Kolic up for the Sun Flare.
He executes it, and goes for the cover.
The ref counts: 1...2...3!

Mineral: YES! (throws headset down)

*DING DING*

Lilly: Here is your winner.....Inferno!

JR: Wait...Kolic’s signaling to Athena, what are they planning? Athena’s
dragging two electric guitars from under the ring...NOT THE HEAVY RIFF!

King: Inferno could be seriously brain damaged! Wait, he’s already like
that!

JR: Athena tosses one to Kolic, get out of there Inferno!

*WHAM*

JR: OH MY GOD! Inferno nearly had his head caved in! Aquatic comes to save
him, but Kolic and Athena throw the guitars at her, knocking her to the mat!
Rock Star Inc. is making sure they get every advantage possible, but this
may be taking it too far!

King: Kolic and Tai really want those titles if they’d stoop to something
like this!

JR: Wait a second! Aquatic just handcuffed Athena behind her back! What the
heck?

(Tai Hashi starts yelling at Aquatic to let go of her, but Inferno catches
him from behind with a glass globe shot. Mineral grabs Kolic from behind and
handcuffs him as Inferno handcuffs Tai.)

King: The entirety of Rock Star Inc. is handcuffed! And now they're being
thrown in the ring!

(Inferno grabs a mike as Mineral and Aqutaic throw RSI in the ring.)

Inferno: What now punks? Huh? (takes a breath) We're just going to ensure you
three get the proper message going into Season's Beatings, all right?

(Inferno runs up the ramp and behind the curtain and comes out with a
forklift carrying a huge crate. he drives down to ringside. he busts open the crate
to reveal nine electric guitars.)

JR: Oh no.....not that....

(Inferno slides the guitars in ring, and then slides in himself.)

JR: They're all picking up a guitar and looking at Tai Hashi! This
means.....HEAVY RIFF!!

(The Eco-System hits a Heavy Riff, breaking the guitars. They pick up another
set and aim for Kolic.)

JR: A second! HEAVY RIFF!

(The Eco-Suystem hits it, and then pick up three more guitars, Athena kneels
there, helpless and looking scared.)

JR: Oh, come on! They wouldn't do this!!!

(Inferno and Mineral hesitate, and just let Aquatic hit her with the guitar.
Athena goes down, and Inferno picks up the mike.)

Inferno: Wow, so that's what a twinge of conscience feels like. Tough being
the good guys. Anynhoo, Rock Reject Crew, have a nice week, and we'll see you
at Season's Beatings! Have an Eco-rific Christmas!!!

("Bring me To Life" plays as Inferno drops the mike and the Eco-System leaves
with their tag belts raised in the air.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The Dawg walks out of his locker room and heads down the hall to the cold drink machine. While he’s standing there, Ignition quietly walks up behind him. The Dawg jumps and spins around when he notices someone is there.)

The Dawg: Hey! What are you doing? Don’t you know you could get hurt walking up behind someone like that?

Ignition: Yeah, YOU, aren't you and I wrestling later? It doesn't matter, what are you doing in my way, getting between me and the pop machine?

The Dawg: If it’s any of your business, I’m here trying to buy something to drink so I can wash down my sardines and crackers. Now step over here to the side so I can keep an eye on ya, while I decide what I want.

Ignition: Whoa, did you just tell me to step off to the side? I must be hearing things, because if you just told me to step off to the side then we both have a problem Dawg!

The Dawg: Don’t worry yourself about what the ole Dawg just said, even though I didn’t stutter. You better wonder how you’re going save your own skinny tail to night.

(Ignition has a surprised look on his face and his eyes get huge. Ignition paces back and forth festering.)

Ignition: If it weren't for the pretzels I just downed, and the thirst I need to quench, your blood would be splattered all over that machine right there. Since you and I have a match in a little bit I won't punish you right now . . .



(Ignition walks up to get in The Dawgs face, but is blocked by Dawg's belly.)



Ignition: I will, and I promise, I WILL make you regret you ever opening your mouth to the BEST YOUNG GUN IN THE BMWF!!

(Dawg smiles, and laughs)

The Dawg: Ya, ya, ya. I wish these cold drinks where as cheap as the words coming out of your mouth.

(The camera fades as Ignition and The Dawg start pushing each other trying to be first at the drink machine.)

>>>

Michael Bole stands with Tyrone for an interview)

Bole: So Tyrone, tonight you face the man who Rachel ki...

Tyrone: MIKE! Did ya not hear me da last time?! Not’in’ ‘bout Rachel… I’m tired of everyone asking me about her and our relationship. T’night I face her lil’ retarded midget friend from Prime Time. What else is goin’ on between dem?

Bole: Um.. well..

Tyrone: Exactly, NOTHING! Everyone knows dat Rachel’s mine…. (laughs) Da kid would have a death wish if he ever touched her...

Bole: (under his breath) If only you knew..

Tyrone: What?!

Bole: So what strategy are you taking for your match against Tamer?

Tyrone: Strategy? Bole… I’ma go in t’ere, tear his head off, an’ win… simple as dat! (beep) he’s lucky I don’t make dis match hardcore rules!

Bole: Yes, he certainly is. You’ve been on quite a rampage since your return to the ring. Any reason for such a fire?

Tyrone: It’s been over a year since Tyrone Smith has dominated da BMWF like he used to. I’ve got da whole d@mn federation lookin’ at me, wonderin’ when da rass I went soft… I’m here to prove to anyone an’ EVERYONE… (looks into the camera) Includin’ YOU Bradley… (looks back at Bole) dat I’m as hella-hard as ever! An’ I plan to make da BMWF remember just who da rass I be… by ANY means…

(Tyrone walks away)

Bole: Back to you JR…

JR: We'll be right back!

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare through the arena as White Lightning and Big Kev Nash walk out onto the stage. Both men stop to stare at the crowd and then begin to walk to the ring area. Big Kev Nash walks around to the ring announcer and grabs the mic. He hands it to White Lightning as they enter the ring.)

White Lightning: Portland, Oregon, I got only one thing to say to you……YOU SUCK!!

(White Lightning cracks a smile as he looks around the audience.)

White Lightning: Tonight I am out here to make two special announcements. The first being that earlier this week Truck decided to open his fat mouth and challenge Big Kev of all people to a street fight at Season's Beatings. I already knew that Truck wasn't very smart, but this takes the cake. I guess he wasn't too pleased with Big Kev kicking his fat @$$ backstage last week. The thing is Big Kev was only signed as a bodyguard…….

(Crowd Boos)

White Lightning: BUT…..there is a clause in contract that allows him to wrestler one match at any PPV, and you knew what? Well, I'll let the big man talk

(White Lightning hands the mic to Big Kev)

Big Kev: Truck, you want a street fight at Season's Beatings? YOU'RE ON!!!

(Crowd Cheers)

Big Kev: And that is Just TOOOOO SWEEEEEET!!

(Big Kev hands the Mic back to White Lightning.)

White Lightning: The second order of business is that I have a TV Title defense tonight against Asylum. Asylum sucks and that's a fact, and tonight just like his past Union members, Latino Heat and Ignition, he will get a thorough @$$ kicking and might even get his career ended! You see people, defending this TV Title isn't anything new. Week in and week out, I defend it, but there just isn't anyone who is good enough to beat me. I am the Chosen One for a reason. At this point, I am Chosen to be the Champion of Television, and there is NO ONE who can talk the title away from me.

(White Lightning is about to leave, but stops.)

White Lightning: And Asylum, Big Kev has a special Christmas present for you tonight.

(White Lightning and Big Kev smile and then both men walk up the ramp to the backtstage area as "Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX blares through the arena.)

>>>

(The scene opens in the hallway. Michael Bole is standing next to someone
but at the moment the camera is only focused on Bole.)

Bole: Hell Michael Bole here. I’m here with a superstar that doesn’t like to
get interviewed much. So this is kind of exclusive you could say. Anyway I’m
here with Prime Time’s very own…..Tamer.

(There is mixed reaction from the crowd as the camera brings Tamer into
view.)

Bole: Tamer thank you for this interview.

Tamer: No problem Bole.

Bole: Well let me start by asking you what those series of phone calls for a
Joshua Dane where about and if there have been any developments in that
area?

Tamer: Well let me give you a two part answer. Part one, what they were
about is none of your business. Part two; I handled the situation personally
so there should be no more problems.

Bole: Okay then. Would you like to comment on the series of losses you have
had in title matches recently?

Tamer: Look Bole. Sometimes you win sometime you lose. Lately I’ve been
losing. But I don’t believe in bad luck or good luck. Nor do I believe in
momentum. You see I have the skill to win. And soon I will start winning.
I’m going to stop being so reserved.

Bole: Okay can I get any comments about you and Rachel?

Tamer: Not a department you have any right to knowledge in Bole.

Bole: Fair enough. How does it feel to have been in the BMWF for a year?

Tamer: it feels…Great. I mean when I decided to train to become a wrestler
my goal was to come to work here. But little did I know this is so much more
than a job. This is a whole life. When I started with the BMWF I didn’t
start a new job, I started a new life. New friends, new true enemies. A lot
of ups, and a couple downs. But through it all I’ve become an even better
person. My first year was great. I did so much. And this second year will be
even better. I’m going to kick it up. There is nothing like this place and I
wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Bole: How do you feel going into your match with Tyrone Smith for the Gold
Belt?

Tamer: I’ll be honest when I first read the match, I freaked. I thought
Bruiser and Rock wanted to have me mutilated and murdered. But then I
realized. That’s not me. I have to get some of myself back. I will show no
fear to any opponents. No fear, no mercy, no retribution. You see. Lately
I’ve been trying to kick it up, but all I’ve really been doing was settling.
Well screw that. Tyrone will damn sure get one hell of a fight tonight if
nothing else. You see, I’m not scared of the Jamaican giant. Should I be?
Probably. But I’m not. He’s highly skilled, and Dangerous. I got a lot of
respect for some of what he’s done. But I’m not backing down.  See Tyrone is
a great competitor, but he can also be a sick and demented human being. 
Tonight I will bring it to Tyrone. I’m ready to compete. I am re-finding
myself. I know what challenge lies before me. I will take it head on.

Bole: Any last words?

(Tamer smiles)

Tamer: Something I forgot to say Bole?

(Tamer turns to the camera.)

Tamer: Is there something I need to say?

(Some cheers.)

Tamer: Okay, okay. Tyrone Smith...BMWF…Sophomore year….

(Tamer clears his throat and stares deeply into the camera.)

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

Tamer

(The lights dim, the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena.
"Hit the Floor" By Linkin Park begins to blare of the PA system. Red and
Blue lights begin to strobe. From each side of the stage a wall of blue fire
shoots up arching towards the middle of the stage. The fire meets at the
middle of the stage in an explosion of smoke. Tamer walks through the smoke.
Tamer heads down the ramp slapping fans hands the whole way down. Tamer
slides in the ring, hops up, pounds on his chest, and points at all the
fans.)


LILLY: His opponent...
From Kingston, Jamaica...
Weighing in at 410 pounds...

The BMWF Gold Belt Champion...
Tyrone Smith

(The lights go out. Sirens wail throughout the arena. The noise begins to slow until stop)

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

(A wall of flames erupts from the stage as White Zombie's "More Human Than Human" blares over the PA. When the wall dies down, Tyrone can be seen on the stage, with his Gold Belt Title over his left shoulder. He walks to the ring and climbs in. He gets right into Tamer’s face and stares down at him. Tyrone turns around to ask for a mic and as soon as Lilly hands it to him, he turns around and nails Tamer in the head with it)


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.

JR: Tamer is looking up at Tyrone.

King: Everybody looks up to Tyrone Smith!!

JR: Tyrone goes to shake Tamer’s hand

(Tamer extends his hand. They shake hands.)

JR: Wait Tyrone pulls Tamer in for a clothesline
Tamer ducks
School Boy by Tamer

Ref: One, Kick-out.

JR: Both men to there feet.

King: Tyrone’s laughing.

JR: Tamer just slapped the taste out of Tyrone mouth!

King: It’s on now!

JR: Tyrone is exploding with earth shattering blows
Tamer has been backed into the turnbuckle
Tyrone has back up a little
Tyrone is sizing Tamer up!
Tyrone runs in
Tamer narrowly move

(Tyrone hits the turnbuckle hard and stumbles back.)

JR: Tamer is going for a back drop
Tamer picks Tyrone up
And sends him crashing to the mat
Tamer is kicking Tyrone

King: You can never stop when on the offensive against Tyrone.

JR: That is so true.
Tamer with hard kick to Tyrone’s head
Tamer drops an elbow
Tamer hooks a leg

Ref: One, Kick-out.

JR: That was a kick-out with authority
Tyrone pressed Tamer out of the pin
Tamer is on Tyrone again with hard left and right
Both men are battling on the ground
Tyrone shoves tamer off
Tyrone stands
Tyrone shakes his head

King: Tyrone is working the crowd!!
He’s laughing at Tamer assault.

JR: And Tamer with a chop block!
Tyrone’s down again!
Tamer is allover him with kick
Tyrone grabs tamer’s foot and trips him
Tyrone gets to his feet.

King: Tyrone is still laughing.
He’s relaxing on the ropes HAHA!!

JR: And Tamer tackles Tyrone over the top rope!
Both men are getting to there feet

King: I can’t believe this
Most men run for Tyrone
Tamer’s running at Tyrone!!!!

JR: I don’t know if it’s guts
Or lack of brains to be honest with you.
Tyrone just slammed Tamer’s face on the apron
Tyrone rolls Tamer back in the ring

King: Tyrone is taking this a bit more seriously now

JR: Tyrone goes to roll in the ring
Tamer drop on top of him with hammering blows
Tyrone gets in the ring fighting the onslaught
Tyrone is battling to his feet
Both men are exchanging blows

King: Did you see that!!

JR: Indeed I did
That was a hellacious big boot by Tyrone smith


King: Does Tamer still have a head?

JR: Barely! And damn sure luck that it’s still attached
Tyrone is smiling about it all

King: You’ve seen what he’s done recently
Dawg!!! Asylum!!! No one is safe.

JR: Tyrone Smith is indeed a monster
Tyrone is applying a bear hug to Tamer
He’s shaking Tamer like a rag doll

King: WOW!!!

JR: Tamer is trying to fight out
Tamer just boxed Tyrone’s ears!!
Tyrone releases
Tamer just belly-to-belly suplexed Tyrone Smith!!

King: I can’t believe it!!!

JR: Tamer said he would bring it all Tyrone tonight and he has

King: But Tyrone’s back up

JR: Tyrone never stops going
Tyrone just easily suplex Tamer
Tyrone is getting mad

King: Oh No!!
You won’t like him when he’s angry!!!

JR: Tyrone just stepped over Tamer’s stomach
Tamer is standing
Tyrone is talking to the ref about…
Tyrone talking to the ref about FOOTBALL!!!
There’s a damn match going on if you don’t mind Mr. Smith
Tamer sneaks up behind with a Russian leg sweep
Tamer is up quickly

King: Tamer will not even take a second away from this match

JR: Tyrone stands
Tyrone goes for another boot
Tamer ducks
And executes a German suplex
Bridge

Ref: One, two, Kick-out

JR: Two count accomplished by Tamer

King: Big-Whoop.

JR: Tamer and Tyrone are exchanging blows

Tyrone Smith puts Tamer in a crossface chickenwing.
Tamer inches his way towards the ropes after 9 seconds.
Tyrone Smith hits Tamer.
The crowd is behind Tyrone Smith all the way.
Tyrone Smith hits Tamer.
Tyrone Smith chops Tamer.
Tyrone Smith goes for a front slam, but Tamer turns in mid-air and lands on him.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer hits Tyrone Smith with a Russian legsweep.
Tamer whips Tyrone Smith into the ropes, but Tyrone Smith reverses it.
Tyrone Smith misses with a clothesline.
Tyrone Smith hits Tamer with a backdrop.
Tamer falls out of the ring.
Tyrone Smith goes through the ropes.
Tyrone Smith nails Tamer with a front slam.
Len Stanley counts: 1.
Len Stanley counts: 2.
Tyrone Smith gets back into the ring.
Tamer rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Tyrone Smith catches Tamer in a kneebar.
Tamer is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tamer tries to escape the hold.
Tamer makes it to the ropes after 8 seconds.
Tyrone Smith catches Tamer in the STF.
Tamer grabs the ropes after 5 seconds.
Tyrone Smith goes for a spinning toe hold, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer hoists Tyrone Smith high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Tyrone S
mith crashing hard to the mat.
Tamer executes the Reverse DDT on Tyrone Smith.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer hits the Reverse DDT on Tyrone Smith.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Tamer uses the Reverse DDT on Tyrone Smith.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer misses with a kick.
Tamer hits Tyrone Smith with a clothesline.
Tamer executes the Reverse DDT on Tyrone Smith.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Tamer goes for a sleeperhold, but Tyrone Smith blocks it.
Tyrone Smith goes for a brainbuster, but Tamer blocks it.
Tamer gets a sleeperhold on Tyrone Smith.
Tyrone Smith reaches the ropes after being trapped for 15 seconds.
Tamer hits Tyrone Smith.
Tyrone Smith hits Tamer.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Tyrone Smith kicks Tamer.
The crowd is giving Tyrone Smith a standing ovation.
Tamer punches Tyrone Smith.
Tyrone Smith hits Tamer.
The crowd erupts.
Tyrone Smith places Tamer on the turnbuckle.
Tyrone Smith hits top-rope belly to belly suplex on Tamer.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Tyrone Smith uses a spinebuster on Tamer.
Tyrone Smith takes Tamer down with a Gorilla Press.
The crowd is giving Tyrone Smith a standing ovation.
Tyrone Smith uses the Reverse DDT on Tamer.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Tyrone Smith throws Len Stanley into the ringpost.
Len Stanley is out cold.
Tyrone Smith executes the Ganja Drop on Tamer.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Tyrone Smith goes for the pin.
There is no referee to count.
Joe Finch comes running down to the ring.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd erupts.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Tyrone Smith!

JR: We'll be right back!

(The BruiserTron lights up, revealing a computerized
representation of the solar system.  The shot starts
to zoom in, traveling past Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, and
all the other planets as it homes in on Earth.  We
break through the atmosphere, clouds parting, as the
focus sets on the continent of North America.  We pull
in closer, as a glowing outline surrounds North
America.  Closer still, and the state of California is
highlighted.  Closer and closer...southern California.
Faster and faster we zoom in until, in a rush of
colour and light, we find ourselves landing right in
front of the Prime Time Mansion!  Cue the music!
"Prime Time" by Promoe begins to play, but it is a
peppier, bouncier, swinging version, baby!  Cut to
face shots of all the members of Prime Time, with
appropriate  captions to designate their names.
Everyone is giving goofy, sitcom smiles to the camera
as the music plays.
Aquatic...Truck...Inferno....Mineral...Rachel
Pitt...Tamer..."Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt...and
featuring Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde as himself!  The
credits wrap up, telling us this is "A Prime Time
Production.")

(Vernon, Tamer, and Rachel are lying around the TV
room on the couches when Truck comes in with a huge
amount of presents. Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic
follow him, all with presents in hand.)

Inferno: Thanks, Truck. Lay them down here.

(Truck drops all the presents. The sound of shattering
glass can be heard, but the Eco-System just shrugs and
lays down their presents.)

Tamer: What's up? It's not Christmas yet?

Mineral: I know. I'm just trying to figure out how
we're going to get all these presents to the arena. 

Vernon: Wait a minute...you weren't serious about
buying every BMWF wrestler gifts, were you? 

Aquatic: Yeah. Why wouldn't we have been?

Tamer: Because it a crazy idea.

Vernon: That's fiscally irresponisble!

Rachel: ...I think it's kind of cute.

Vernon/Tamer: What?

Rachel: Come on, it's like that little kid that wanted
to give everybody, even the drunken hobo on the
corner, a present for Christmas. Didn't you guys ever
have the Christmas spirit?

Inferno: Yeah! Besides.....OH NO!

Mineral: What?

Inferno: The Judge! Executioner! Judge Moody! You got
them three dancing Santas!

Mineral: Yeah, so?

Inferno: They're Jewish!! We've got to go get some
Hanukkah presents!!

Truck: (humming to self) Dreidel, Dreidel,
Dreidel.....

Aquatic: Inferno's right! Tamer, can we have the keys
to your car?

Tamer: Um sure I guess.. (tosses Inferno the keys.
Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic run off.)

Rachel: (As we hear the sound of a car starting.) You
do know they have their own car, right?

Tamer: Yeah I know that. Wait, why did they take my
car?

(Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic stop in front of the
window and yell to Tamer.)

Inferno: (yelling) THANKS FOR THE CHRISTMAS GIFT,
TAMER!

(Mineral honks the horn as they drive off.)

Tamer: Ah Hell nah...See now thats that
Bull*bleep*...Vern, I need the keys to your car!

Vernon: For a hot pursuit race? I believe those could
cause wear and tear on my tires. Besides, you did say
they could "have" your keys....

Tamer: JUST GIVE ME YOUR KEYS!!!!

Vernon: (laughs) Just kidding. (throws Tamer the keys.
Tamer runs off.)

Truck: (suddenly looking annoyed at Rachel and Vernon)
Did YOU guys get me anything?!?!? 

Vernon/Rachel: YES!

Truck: (pauses for a second) I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

(Grabs Vernon and Rachel in a monumental bear hug as
the picture fades.)

DISSOLVE INTO NEXT SCENE

(The scene opens showing Tamer walking around the
house knocking on everyone's doors. Tamer is at
Vern's room now. Tamer knocks. Vern opens the door.)

Vern: What?
 
Tamer: Meeting now.

Vern: War room?

Tamer: Yeah. But hey, let one of the camera guys come
in, just this once.

Vern: Sure thing.

(Tamer goes down the stairs. Tamer walks into the
War room. Inferno and Mineral are playing cards.)

Tamer: No jokes. Not right now. Okay guys?

Inferno: You got it.

Mineral: Whatever you say.

(Mineral and Inferno put the cards away. Truck walks
in with Aquatic.)

Aquatic: Truck just got me from the game room. He
said we have a meeting? Right now?

Tamer: Yes.

(Rachel walks in. Rachel pauses in front of Tamer.
They kind of smile at each other. Then he nods
towards a spot in the room. She walks over and
stands there. Mr. Beauregarde and Vern walk in.)

Vern: What's going on?

Mr. Beauregarde: Yes, Tamer, what's wrong?

(Tamer has Vern and Clancy stand all the way in the
room. Tamer closes the door. Now only Prime Time and
the one cameraman are in the room.)

Mr. Beauregarde: Shouldn't that cameraman leave?

Tamer: Normally yes. But this is different. I think
the world should get to see this.

Mr. Beauregarde: So what's this all about?

Tamer: Prime Time. This is about all of us. Remember
Bruisermania, Vern, Truck, and Clancy? That was when
Prime Time formed. We said we would no longer allow
ourselves to be run over. Yet look at some things
that have happened to us, me especially. We need to
rise above again. Prime Time is about being masters
of our own destinies. Look at us. Inferno and
Mineral are the Tag Team Champions. Vern, you're the
Intercontinental Champion. Rachel is the Women's
Champion. Aquatic is a top female competitor. We have
the best manager this business has seen in
Clancy. Truck is a bona fide power house. This
stable should be in every headline, on everyone's
tongues. Prime Time should be the constant topic.
Vern has barely been noticed as the IC champ. The
Eco-system doesn't even have proper competition,
cause trust me, Rock Star Inc. is not proper
competition. We need to take a step up. This next
year should be ours. Vern and I have been here a
year. Prime Time should fear no one. We're the
hottest stable running. We have the talent and the
unity. No one should be able to stand in our way. We
need to stop letting them. We need to stop waiting
for respect and start taking it.  The jokes are
great and fun but we need to also be able to show
people we can whoop that ass. If you mess with
anyone in Prime Time, you mess with us all. No one in
the BMWF should be untouchable. If they can wrestle,
we can whoop their candy @$$es. So I say we pick it
up. We start right away. Prime Time should be THE
dominant stable. Not BWO or Union. Losses come, but
if we lose we need to get right back up and keep on
fighting. Let no one lead us astray. Take no
prisoners. Just keep fighting. Prime Time is about
excellence.

Vern: WOO HAA!!! Someone is on fire. I agree
wholeheartedly. Prime Time needs to stop waiting
and start taking. Look at me. I've been the Champion
of the Continents this whole month and yet no
one has even taken a second glance at me. No longer.
We shall not wait to be hunted we shall start
hunting. Tamer is right. We need to give our enemies
hell!

Tamer: That's right! Let's give 'em hell!

Truck: Dis is about us getting da respect we
deserve! Truck's ready! BOOM BOOM!!!

Inferno: Oh yeah! I'm loving this. We got the gold
and the talent. We need to blow the roof off every
arena. This will be our year!

Mineral: Eco-Life! Prime Time Life baby!! This hot
young tag team is ready to dominate! I mean, we're
already doing it. Let no one stand in our path.

Aquatic: Show our enemies all our strength. I gotcha
completely.

Rachel: We make our own destinies. Take the risks.
Let nothing hold us back. No fear. No restraints. No
stopping us.

Mr. Beauregarde: Take everything, give Nothing Back.
The Future's Bright, The Future's Prime Time!!!

Tamer: AH HELL YEAH!!!!

DISSOLVE INTO NEXT SCENE

(The scene opens in the living room of the Prime Time
house.  All the members are gathered around, sipping
eggnog and laughing, except Clancy, who is conspicuous
in his absence.)

Vernon:  So the pirate said "ARRR!  And it's drivin'
me nuts!"

(Everyone cracks up at the joke.)

Tamer:  That was a good one, Vern.  But where's
Clancy?  Shouldn't he have been here by now?

Truck:  He said he was gonna be right back....had
somethin' to take care of first.

Rachel:  That was over an hour ago though!  I'm
getting a little worried.  It's not everyday that he
drives himself somewhere, after all.

Aquatic:  He'll be fine.  He's got a good head on his
shoulders.

Inferno:  True.

Mineral:  Indeed.

(Suddenly, Clancy walks in the doorway.)

Clancy:  Sorry I'm late, kids!  I got it!

Aquatic:  Got what?

Clancy:  Something very special indeed.  Now, if I may
have everybody's attention?

(The rest of Prime Time goes on joking around and
drinking eggnog.)

Clancy:  LISTEN UP FOLKS!

(Everyone settles down.)

Clancy:  That's better.  Now, as I'm sure y'all are
well aware, we have two members celebrating a very
special occasion.  I wanted us all together to
celebrate Vernon and Tamer's One Year Anniversary in
the BMWF!

(Prime Time applauds.)

Clancy:  And for that very reason, I got a very
special present.

Vernon:  Pour moi?  Oh Clancy, you shouldn't have!

(Tamer looks at Vernon and raises his eyebrow.)

Vernon:  Oh, who am I kidding?  What did you get us?

Clancy:  Not what, son.  Who.

Tamer:  Who?  Did you get us a stripper!?

Clancy:  Now, son, there are ladies present.

Tamer:  Sorry.

Clancy:  Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to
you...Mr. Ian McKellan and Mr. Orlando Bloom!

(Ian and Orlando walk in as Prime Time bursts into
applause.)

Vernon:  How'd you swing this!?

Tamer:  This is too awesome!

Ian:  Hello, everyone.

Orlando:  Hi.

(Tamer, Inferno, and Mineral go over to greet Ian as
Rachel, Aquatic, and Vernon rush up to Orlando.)

Vernon:  Mr. Bloom!  I just want you to know that I'm
a big fan!  (He shakes Orlando's hand
enthusiastically.)  A veeeeeery big fan.

Orlando:  Uh, thanks.

Tamer:  (to Ian)  You were great as Magneto.

Mineral:  Ooh!  Do that thing where you make a bridge
with your magnetism!

Inferno:  That was only a movie!

Ian:  Precisely.

Inferno:  Everyone knows he's actually a wizard!

(Ian slaps his forehead, exasperated.)

Rachel:  Orlando, you made a real hot elf!

Orlando:  Thank you.

Aquatic:  And a sexy pirate!

Orlando:  Thank you as well.

Vernon:  Back off ladies!  Our guest is....

(Everyone looks at Vernon expectantly.)

Vernon:  Probably wanting to sit down.  Come, Mr.
Bloom, Mr. McKellan.  Join us in some eggnog!

Ian: I don't mind if I do.

Orlando:  That sounds great.

(Everyone retires to the sitting area.)

Clancy:  But wait!  There's more!

Inferno:  Woo hoo!  What else did we get?

(Aquatic elbows him in the ribs.)

Inferno:  Ow!

Clancy:  I also got...a cake.

Tamer:  A cake, huh?

Vernon:  A cake?  (aside, to Clancy)  You know I'm
watching my figure.

Clancy:  It's ok, son.  This cake is different.

Vernon:  How so?

Clancy:  It's...FRUIT CAKE!

Truck:  I's gonna get sick....

Tamer:  Uh, I have to go check on something.

Ian:  I just remembered I had another important
engagement.

Orlando:  Me too!  I'm with you Ian.

(Everyone quickly leaves the room, except for
Mineral.)

Clancy:  You want some fruit cake?

Mineral:  Yes!  I love that stuff!

Clancy:  Let's go to the kitchen then.  There'll be
plenty for us!

(They exit.)

FADE OUT

(The scene opens up and the camera is zoomed into the US title belt.)

Ignition: Alright, I am dressed now.

(The camera zooms out and pans over to Ignition who is wearing a green
leather tank-top over a red t-shirt. He has on green leather pants, and a
red Christmas hat. Ignition has on glasses that have one lens red, and the
other green.)

Ignition: I guess I will call this style, Ignition, with a Christmas twist!

(Ignition walks to a mirror and checks himself out.)

Ignition: I like it, and I am sure the ladies out there will love it.
Anyways, what’s goin on right now?

(The camera man tells Ignition something.)

Ignition: Oh yeah! I am facing the Dawg, how could I forget. Well Dawg, I am
going Clint Eastwood on ya for a second.

(Ignition gets a sly eye going and stiffens his lips.)

Ignition: Do ya feel lucky? Huh? Do ya punk?

(Ignition laughs)

Ignition: It’s stupid Dawg, but it’s a reality. In about twenty minutes, you
are going to be walking around the ring with the Best Young Gun in the BMWF!
The only think that’s going to get you through the match is a little luck on
your side.

(Ignition takes off his styling glasses)

Ignition: You see Dawg, I don’t believe in luck, I believe we decide our own
fates, and bad luck is just a consequence of a bad habit. You are probly
sitting on your fat @$$ with a blank look on your face right now, so I will
just straight up say it. Tonight, when the pressure is on, I am going to go
all in and not stop until I walk out of that match with the win!  I don’t
care if your condifent or what, all that matters is that, I am going to be
in one of the biggest matches of my career next week, and I need some
warming up to do! Sorry enough for you, you’re my warm up. Sorry to break it
to ya, but that’s just how it is.

(Ignition sits on the couch and starts taping up his fingers.)

Ignition: You see Dawg, you got one big fat glaring problem. NO not your
belly. I am talking about your attitude. You are like butter spread too thin
on a piece of bread. You open your mouth to many people at one time, and
then ya pay for it. Granted ya did a little impressing along the way. . .

(The camera starts shaking)

Ignition: Stop laughing!

(The camera stops shaking)

Ignition: Stupid camera man! Anyways, Dawg, you are a good guy, I respect
ya.

(Ignition stares at the camera man.)+

Ignition: . . .and one of these days you are going to be a big thing,
figuratively speaking of course.

(Ignition winks at the camera)

Ignition: I mean, you are already a big thing, as far as bellies are
concerned. You must really make an impression when you walk into a Chinese
buffet place don’t ya? Owners knees be shaking. I am sure you know how to
put it down.

(Ignition laughs)

Ignition: Anyways, enough goodie talk about ya Dawg, tonight you are my
opponent, and I gotta treat ya like one. You are going to be a big thing
like I said, but not tonight. Tonight, you are going to witness the storm
that is know as Ignition pass by you, and when it’s all over you won’t know
where I came from, where I went, and how hard I hit ya! You got screwed when
ya were put on the schedule against me Dawg, but ya gotta face the facts
like a man! I will see ya out there Dawg, and hey, try and get into the
Christmas spirit!

(Ignition walks back to the mirror and puts the shades back on. He looks at
the camera man, as the camera fades slowly.)

Ignition: You think the different colored lenses are too much?

(FADE)

>>>

JR: Folks, in the season of Christmas, we have a special clip we would like to air from earlier today

*Earlier Today*

(Cameras show White Lightning standing in a mall outside of a bathroom door.)

White Lightning: C'mon out, I'm sure you look fine

(Big Kev walks out dressed in a Santa Clause outfit walks out.)

White Lightning: Let's go Kev, the kids are waiting, we are getting paid big money for this.

(Kev Santa and White Lightning walk through the mall and walk down the escalator to the center of the mall, where there is a large red chair in the center. White Lightning points to it, as Kev Santa walks up and sits down in it.)

White Lightning: Alright, all you kids, Santa Clause in here, go ahead and sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas.

(The first kid walks up and sits on Kev's lap.)

Kev Santa: What do you want?

(White Lightning elbows Big Kev in the side.)

Kev Santa: HO! HO! HO! Merry Christmas! What would you like for Christmas this year?

Kid: Well, I would like an X-Box, a few games, a new computer, and….

Kev Santa: You must have been a really good boy this year to ask for all of that. But, Kid, let me tell you something, Money don't grow on trees.

(The Kid sits up off of Kev's lap, and looks at him with a confused look before walking off. The next kid in line walks up and sits on Big Kev's lap.)

Kev Santa: HO! HO! Merry Christmas! What would you like for Christmas this year?

Kid: I would like one of those new BMWF shirts that have the bWo sign on it

Kev Santa: Good choice

(White Lightning tosses a bWo shirt over to the kid.)

White Lightning: You know, we are gonna make you an honorary member of the bWo right now. All you gotta do is give me the wolfpac sign and say a few words.)

Kid: Awesome, I'll do anything

White Lightning: Just that you are bWo for life

Kid: Ok, I'm bWo 4 LIFE!! That is just tooo sweeeeet!

(Big Kev takes off the Santa gear as White Lightning take a few pictures with the kid. Soon after all the kid's in line realize that isn't Santa and all run towards big Kev.)

Kids: He isn't the real Santa, GET EM'!

(The Kids rush at Big Kev and start to hit him.)

White Lightning: RUN!!

(The Camera fades as White Lightning and Big Kev are running through the mall with a flock of young children chasing them.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Asylum

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
White Lightning

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare through the arena as White Lightning steps out onto the stage. He has the TV Title strapped around his waist. Walking out behind him is Big Kev Nash. White Lightning walks down the ramp and enters the ring.)

White Lightning: Big Kev is here Asylum might be in trouble

(White Lightning takes off the TV Title and hands it to the ref who holds it into the air for moment before giving it to the timekeeper.)
*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell.
Asylum goes for a vertical suplex, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning nails Asylum with a belly-to-belly suplex.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a snap suplex.
White Lightning whips Asylum into the ropes.
White Lightning executes a chop on Asylum.
White Lightning whips Asylum into the ropes, but Asylum reverses it.
Asylum hits White Lightning with a clothesline.
Asylum executes a gutbuster on White Lightning.
A portion of the crowd is booing Asylum.
Asylum goes for neckbreaker, but White Lightning blocks it.
White Lightning hits a bodyslam on Asylum.
White Lightning chops Asylum.
White Lightning is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
White Lightning punches Asylum.
White Lightning is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a Russian legsweep.
White Lightning is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
White Lightning hits Asylum with a roundhouse kick.
White Lightning goes for corkscrew moonsault, but Asylum side-steps and
White Lightning only hits air.
Asylum smacks White Lightning with a devastating clothesline .
Asylum locks White Lightning in the Texas Cloverleaf.
White Lightning reaches the ropes after being locked up for 8 seconds.
Asylum smacks White Lightning with a devastating clothesline .
Asylum runs into the ropes.
Asylum goes for a clothesline, but White Lightning ducks out of the way.
White Lightning goes for a roundhouse kick, but Asylum ducks out of the way.
Asylum hoists White Lightning high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sen
ds White Lightning crashing hard to the mat.
Asylum goes for a clothesline, but White Lightning counters it with a crucifix.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
White Lightning goes for a German suplex, but Asylum blocks it.
Asylum takes White Lightning down with a gutbuster.
Asylum hits a piledriver on White Lightning.
Asylum runs into the ropes.
Asylum hits White Lightning with a kick.
Asylum beats on his chest.
A portion of the crowd is booing Asylum.
Asylum hoists White Lightning high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Whit
e Lightning crashing hard to the mat.
Asylum sends White Lightning into the turnbuckle.
Asylum runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Asylum executes the Committed on White Lightning.
Asylum is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.
Asylum goes for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
Asylum punches White Lightning.
White Lightning punches Asylum.
White Lightning is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
White Lightning punches Asylum.
White Lightning seemingly enjoys the boos.
Asylum hits White Lightning.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Asylum hits White Lightning.
White Lightning chops Asylum.
White Lightning chops Asylum.
Asylum kicks White Lightning.
Asylum kicks White Lightning.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
White Lightning kicks Asylum.
White Lightning acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
White Lightning uses a chop on Asylum.
White Lightning whips Asylum into the turnbuckle.
White Lightning charges into the corner, but Asylum lifts his leg.
Asylum takes White Lightning down with reverse suplex.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Asylum.
Asylum goes for a backdrop, but White Lightning counters it with a sunset flip.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
White Lightning hits Asylum.
White Lightning acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.

JR: White Lightning is laying into Asylum with those lethal right hands.

White Lightning drops Asylum with a punch to the face
White Lightning stomps on Asylum
White Lightning lifts him up and drops him with a Double Arm DDT

King: Wow! Asylum is getting really beat around

JR: White Lightning was really prepared tonight

White Lightning whips Asylum into the ref on accident

JR: That damn ref is down

King: What a moron!

Big Kev grabs a chair from the outside of the ring
Big Kev tosses the chair in

JR: Things are about to take a turn for the worse

Big Kev lays the chair in the center of the ring
Big Kev walks over and grabs Asylum
Big Kev puts Asylum head between his legs
Big Kev lifts Asylum up into the jackknife position

King: This must be the Christmas present White Lightning was talking about

JR: This is disgusting!

Big Kev drives Asylum into the chair with the Jackknife Powerbomb

JR: DEAR GOD!!

White Lightning grabs a mic

White Lightning: Merry Christmas Asylum!

Big Kev throws the chair out of the ring and wakes up the ref
Then Big Kev exits the ring

White Lightning lifts the fallen Asylum to his feet
White Lightning kicks Asylum in the gut
White Lightning drops him with the Flash
White Lightning makes the cover

Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
White Lightning seemingly enjoys the boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is White Lightning!

JR: White Lightning retains the TV Title again, and look at the carnage. Asylum is left for dead in the ring

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX blares through the arena as White Lightning and Big Kev walk up the stage and exit to the backstage area.)

JR: We'll be right back!

(Snowflakes start falling down inside the Rose Garden, as Jingle Bells starts playing through out the arena. The fans start looking around wondering what’s going to happen next, when out thru the curtains comes Santa and one of his helpers, riding in a four wheeler decorated like Santa’s sleigh. Santa’s dressed in his red suit with a red hat and his black boots, and his white hair and beard blows in the wind as they ride across the stage and down the ramp where they circle the ring and come to a stop by the announcer’s table. Santa gets out of the sleigh and climbs into the ring, followed close behind by his helper. Santa’s helper calls for a mic as he and Santa wave to the fans.)



JR: Look King, Santa’s helper is Ignition. You can tell by the leather outfit.

King: I wonder who Santa is?



Ignition: You are probably asking yourselves what is Ignition doing out here? Well, I am a man of Christmas cheer, and I saw Santa in the back and I remembered the lego castle he gave me when I was just a wee Ignition. So, I told him I would help him out tonight. Now, with out further ado, let me introduce the man of the year, SANTA CLAUSE!!!!!



Santa: HO! HO! HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS Portland, Oregon!

(Santa pauses for a moment to let the cheering settle down.)

Santa: Have you all been good boys and girls?

(King jumps to his feet and starts waving his hands.)

King: I have, I have!!!!



(Ignition reaches over and pats Santa on the belly.)

Ignition: I always knew you were a plump man, but DAMN Santa, let me ask you what you’ve been doing since last year, EATING?



(Santa rubs his belly with both hands as he begins to chuckle.)



Santa: Ya know Iggy, that Mrs. Clause really knows how to take care of a man, and she can cook too.



JR: Who is that guy in the Santa suit?

King: It can’t be Bruiser, Santa has hair!



Ignition: Mrs. Clause hey? I bet she’s an Ignition fan.



(Ignition winks at the crowd)



Ignition: You know Santa, Ignition has been a good guy this year; I've treated all the ladies I have been with this year quite well. What you gonna bring me this year big man?

(Santa puts his hand into his coat pocket and pulls out three packages. He gives one to Ignition, and tosses the others to JR and King. King tears at the paper trying to find out what Santa has brought him.)



JR: What did you get King?

(King has a puzzled look on his face.)

JR: Well! What did you get?

King: A pack of fluorescent condoms.

(JR starts laughing at the gift.)

JR: Santa probably didn’t want you to get your head cold.

King: What did you get?

JR: It’s a fifty-dollar gift card to Home Depot.



(The camera turns back to the ring to show Ignition opening his gift.)



Ignition: Ahh man, that’s how ya give a gift right there . . .I have wanted this for SOO many years, but I couldn't find it!



(King hollers at Ignition.)

King: What is it?



Ignition: FIRST PLAYBOY EVER PRINTED!!! NUMBER ONE!!



(Ignition blows his nose on Santa’s coattail.)



King: EWWW, that has to be sticky!

JR: KING!!!

King: What? Do you know how many beers must have been spilled on that magazine!



Santa: It’s time for Santa to be on his way, I’ve got a lot of stops to make.



(Santa waves to the fans as he climbs out of the ring and sits next to Ignition already waiting for him in the sleigh. With Ignition driving this time, Santa waves to the fans as they circle the ring and head up the ramp. As they go out thru the curtains the fans can hear Santa saying, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.)



JR: We still don’t know who was in the Santa suit.

King: Come on JR., don’t you believe in Santa?

>>>

(The scene opens with Master Z swiftly making his way down the back arena hallways. He holds a metal chair by the legs and on both fists shine the brass of his knucks. He looks determined to hurt someone.)

JR: Master Z looks like he's ready to take on a small army! I've never seen him wear 2 pairs of brass knuckles AND holding a chair! It makes me wonder what in the world he plans on doing!

(Master Z stops in front of a door that reads "bWo Locker Room." With a smile on his face he removes the shades from his eyes tucking them safely into his shirt pocket.)

Master Z: Oh yeah... I know you're ready for me in there Lowe! I know you and your whole bWo is standing in there just waiting for me to come through those doors!

JR: He's crazy to go through that door! There could be an army in there!

KING: I put my money on Master Z, JR! If anyone can walk into that warzone and come out on top, it's him!!! Plus look at the arsenal of weapons he's taking in there with him!

JR: Well I doubt he'll heed my warning, King! Because there he goes!

(Master Z, still holding on to the chair and wearing two sets of knucks, drops a shoulder into the bWo's locker room door. The door flies off the hinges revealing several bWo members inside)

JR: Master Z steps into the locker room swinging that metal chair left and right!

*CRACK*
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
*CRACK*

KING: I can't watch! There are bodies flying everywhere!

JR: It's obvious that the bWo is fighting back, but there are so many bodies in there that I can't tell what's going on!

(Still the metal chair shots can be heard echoing throughout the hallways.)

*CRACK*
*CRACK*
*CRACK*

(The camera man wedges his way into the room where a more clear view is available.)

JR: There's Master Z and it looks as if he's taken a few shots, but he's still on his feet!

KING: I told you he could pull it off!

(Master Z stands in the middle of the locker room. He bleeds from his lip and his shirt is torn from the defensive tactics of the bWo.)

JR: Look at that steel chair! It's twisted and mangled into scrap metal!

(Master Z drops the chair onto the floor and readies both sets of brass knuckles!)

JR: Scattered on the floor we can barely see the bloodied bodies of some of the bWo members, but which ones I have no idea!

(From the side jumps White Lightning. Master Z, prepared for the counter attack sidesteps him. White Lightning crashes to the floor face first. Master Z immediately kicks him in the ribs and begins to throw devastating lefts and right with the brass knuckles clenched tightly.)

JR: White Lightning is in trouble here, King!

KING: YAHH! Z watch out!

(Master Z, while working over White Lightning, didn't notice Lowedown coming from the side. Master Z allows himself to be tackled by Lowedown, but soon has Lowedown in a headlock on the floor!)

JR: How did Master Z slip out of the grasp of the World Champion like that?

KING: You can't underestimate the power of Master Z. He'll tear whole groups of men from his back!

(Master Z, still holding onto Lowedown's head, begins to pound him in the face with the brass knuckles drawing blood from his eyebrow and cheekbone area.)

JR: Master Z is continuously driving those brass knuckles into the face of Lowedown! There is blood and bodies everywhere! This is complete chaos in the bWo locker room!

KING: When Master Z walks into somewhere he always has a plan. He knows where people will be standing and how they will attack. Master Z has just dismantled the entire bWo by himself!

JR Well I'm sure he'll have hell to pay later on!

(Master Z stands once again dropping the limp body of Lowedown to the tiled floor. He looks around breathing heavily and wiping the blood from his fists.)

Master Z: There's something missing here! Someone wasn't where they were supposed to be!

(Master Z paces back and forth across the bWo locker room stepping over the numerous bodies which have piled up. He looks around scratching his head in confusion.)

Master Z AHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Master Z grabs the closet doorknob and pulls the door open violently. Inside the closet, the camera soon reveals Flame on the floor hugging her knees to her chest. Master Z smiles as he stares down at Flame hunched over and shaking.)

Master Z: Well well if it isn't the Mrs...

JR: Don't touch her Z! She's a woman!

Master Z: Where's the almighty Lowedown now? Where is he now that I have his wife on her hands and knees before me!

(Master Z leans down getting in Flame's face.)

Master Z: Look at this bicep Flame! It's as big as your waist! I could squash you like a bug right now just as I did to your husband!

(Master Z supports flame by her elbows and very gently lifts her to her feet. Master Z stares at her for a few moments before speaking.)

Master Z: I actually feel sorry for you Flame. How hard it must be knowing that Master Z is going to end your husbands career and take away his World Title. Go to him! He's that carcus in the corner over there!

(Flame is allowed to run over to the fallen body of her husband, Lowedown.)

Master Z: Clean him up and get him ready for his match tonight! He makes me sick!

(Master Z turns and walks out of the locker room stepping on, not over, all of the bodies on his way out.)