Date : 11/8/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : The Palace Auburn Hills, Michigan

(The show opens inside the The Palace Auburn Hills, Michigan. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out The Palace Auburn Hills, Michigan! Welcome to BMWF Bedam! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler.

Tonight 4 titles will be unified into 1 when it will be Hardcore Harry (IC) vs. Master Z (US) vs. Ezekiel (AA) vs. Ravven (LH)!

KING: What? Ravven is in the main event?

JR: Well, he is the LH champ!

KING: Well, I here he put those 10 pounds back on that he lost when training for his LH title shot!

JR:Wait a minute! I've just been informed we already have a problem backstage!

King:But we've just started the show! What kind of problems could we...

(The Bruisertron lights up to show the back of Lowedown making his way through the hallway at lightning speed. Lowedown forces the doors to the parking lot
wide open and takes one door off the hinges as he suddenly stops and looks around the parking lot...)

JR:What is Lowedown looking for?

King:Now what J.R...who is he looking for?

(Lowedown continues to search until he finally sees Master Z's black corvette pulling into the parking lot. As Master Z parks his corvette. Lowedown is seen making his
way towards him with a determined look on his face. Security is seen sitting over in the corner and isn't paying attention to either man as they are playing cards. Lowedown
finally reaches Z's car as Z has just pulled his bag from behind the seat and suddenly comes nose to nose with Lowedown...)

JR:Where is security?

King:They're too busy playing Texas Hold Em' apparently!

(Lowedown and Z stand nose to nose as Master Z drops his bag and slings the World title over one shoulder and then slings the United States title over his other shoulder...)

Master Z:What's the matter chump? You upset about something?

Lowedown:Am I upset? Let me explain something you jack@$$! What was all that garbage with you cheap shottin' me last week? What the hell is your problem?

(Master Z slowly removes his sunglasses as he looks Lowedown in the eyes...)

Master Z:Are we gonna cry about it Mr.Hardcore champ? I thought we were a bit more manly than that. You upset about me throwing you around like a rag doll? Are you mad that I showed everyone just how weak you are?

(Master Z chuckles as he is about to place his sunglass back on his face until Lowedown suddenly slaps them right out of his hand. Master Z's face goes from one of humor to
anger as he looks down at the broken sunglasses...)

Master Z: You dare touch the world champion?

Lowedown:You know what Z? At this particular point in time, I don't give a BLEEP! You want to cheap shot me Z? Why don't you try and cheap shot me right here, right now!

(Master Z doesn't move an inch except to set both titles on the seat of his corvette and then gets right back in Lowedown's face...)

Master Z:You really want me to hurt you Lowe? YOu want me to put you out of the business like I did Tyrone Smith? I'll gladly do it. They don't even have to move you. You can be a a speed bump when I'm done.

Lowedown:You know something Z? You talk alot of BLEEP because your breath smells just like BLEEP!

King:Lowedown is digging himself a grave here!

JR:I think Master Z deserved that one!

Lowedown:I don't know what the hell was running through your mind, but if you want to start something back up...I got no problem with it!

Master Z:You've got no problem with getting your @$$ beat by me? I can easily do that.

Lowedown:Then what's stoppin' ya?

(Master Z begins to smile as Lowedown continues to stay right in Z's face...)

Master Z: I'm at the top of my game, Lowe! If you really want to seal your fate and mess with me then that's your choice! Now I'm gonna walk right past you unless you want to stop me!

(Master Z goes to pick up his title belts. Lowedown puts a hand on Z's shoulder squeezing hard.)

KING: Don't do it, Lowe! Master Z will knock you out!

(Master Z sets the titles down slowly and calmly then swings at Lowedown. Lowedown ducks the punch and tackles Master Z.)

JR: The two men throw punches at eachother while rolling around on the hard cement.

Get security over there!


KING: And ruin their poker game?

(Security hits the scene but they can't tear Master Z and Lowedown apart. Master Z and Lowe continue to roll around and throw punches at eachother.)

JR: Master Z punches Lowedown
Lowedown Chokes Master Z
Master Z eye gouges Lowedown

Someone get in there! They're gonna kill eachother!

(Finally security pulls the two men apart. Master Z and Lowedown give eachother cold stares over top of the shorter security officers.)

Master Z: You want these titles Lowe? You come get them anytime! I'll be waiting!

Lowedown: You can bet on it, Z! I'll see you later!

JR: We'll be right back!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike

(The ECW Theme plays as Awesome Mike comes to the ring looking like a tough has-been.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Hollywood, CA...
Weighing in at 254 pounds...

Goldustin

(The Goldustin Theme plays as Goldustin comes to the ring looking like a transvestite.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Awesome Mike hits Goldustin.
Awesome Mike kicks Goldustin.
Goldustin hits Awesome Mike.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Goldustin and a few others cheering him
.
Goldustin chops Awesome Mike.
Goldustin punches Awesome Mike.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Goldustin and a few others cheering him
.
Goldustin nails Awesome Mike with a bodyslam.
Goldustin hits an atomic drop on Awesome Mike.
Goldustin nails Awesome Mike with an atomic drop.
Goldustin runs into the ropes.
Goldustin misses with a clothesline.
Awesome Mike misses with a clothesline.
Awesome Mike hits Goldustin with a kick.
Awesome Mike executes a legdrop on Goldustin.
Awesome Mike nails Goldustin with an inverted power bomb.
Awesome Mike goes for a punch, but Goldustin reverses it.
Goldustin nails Awesome Mike with a dropkick.
Goldustin nails Awesome Mike with a hiptoss.
Goldustin whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Goldustin hits Awesome Mike with a shoulderblock.
Goldustin rubs himself all over and goes "Ooossssshhh"..

KING: YAHHHH! He's kissing Awesome Mike!

JR: Good heavens!

Goldustin nails Awesome Mike with a bodyslam.
Goldustin hits Awesome Mike with a gutwrench suplex.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Goldustin places Awesome Mike on the turnbuckle.
Goldustin executes the Shattered Dreams on Awesome Mike.
Goldustin goes for the pin.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, three.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Goldustin.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Goldustin!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(The camera cuts backstage, as we see Kevin Storm walking down the corridor. We can see that he is busy thinking. He stops, however, when he sees Michael Bole)

Kevin: Hello, Michael

(Michael Bole notices Kevin.)

Michael: Kevin Storm?

Kevin: Yes.

Michael: You're one of the new guys, correct?

Kevin: As far as I know.

Michael: Mind if I interview you?

Kevin: You can always talk to me, Michael. Ask your questions.

Michael: So, what do you think about being here in the BMWF?

Kevin: I count it as a blessing from God. I had heard that this is where many of the true superstars are. Now I have my chance to prove myself.

Michael: You know, you sound just like Kolic. Execpt you're not as smart.

Kevin: I'll agree with you on that. Next question?

Michael: Do you plan to go after anyone right away?

Kevin: I have no reason to go after anyone. I just got here. However, I do have some plans.

Michael: Plans? Could you elaberate?

Kevin: I would prefer to keep that to myself for right now.

Michael: Of course. One more thing: Why do you have a nine-iron with you?

Kevin: I know that at some point I will have to fight in a hardcore match. Everyone ends up fighting in one at some point. I just plan to be ready for when that time comes.

Michael: Thanks for the interview.

Kevin: No problem. Remember. You can talk to me anytime. With in reason, of course...

(Michael nods his head, and walks away, a smile on his face. Kevin smirks, then walks around the corner, as the camera fades to black...)

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(A black 1969 Pontiac GTO comes rumbling inside the BMWF parking lot outside The Palace in Auburn Hills, Michigan. As the engine shuts off the driver’s door is suddenly kicked open as a black All-Star Converse sneaker touches the pavement. Immediately, the crowd is aware of who it is and respond by roaring with boos and starting their infamous chant…)

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

(Sure enough another Converse sneaker follows suit along with a pair of Levi’s straight-leg jeans, and Velvet Revolver T-shirt with a black Dickies jacket. The camera pans up to reveal none other than Axe whom is grinning from ear to ear with a Marlboro cigarette hanging from his lip.)

(Axe grabs his duffel bag which is sitting in the passenger side and locks up the door before slamming it shut. He proceeds to the hood of his car where he places the bag down and smokes his cigarette beginning to speak in that oh so familiar gritty tone.)

Axe: Well as you can see Axe is most definitely back! The one thing I am actually impressed by are the disgusting, low-life slobs here in Michigan who actually remembered me as the “Bad guy”. But one should receive that type of treatment…

JR: Is Axe actually upset for what he did?

King: Beats me!

Axe: After pulling such an amazing stunt like that!

King: I guess that answers your question JR! HA! HA!

JR: That Axe is one sick individual.

Axe: I had Tamer right where I wanted him in the palm of my hand. There was no way I was going to let him just hospitalize me and walk away from the situation. No, I had to think of something that would affect Tamer not only in the ring but outside. Of course Dizi was the answer since it was the only thing Tamer really had. And of course I managed to creep inside his brain, and control his emotions which he sometimes makes so easy to do.

 (Axe takes a few drags from his cigarette before continuing.)

Axe: I was rather furious at first after Dizi managed to escape by the help of her brother but things seemed to work out after I cracked that barbed-wire kendo stick across your head. Speaking of which…how’s your head?

Axe: Now Tamer whether your watching this up in a hospital bed with your injuries or at home don’t think that we’re even. Because I am sure we’re on the same wavelength for at least one thing and it’s the fact this is FAR from over. But later tonight I have a bombshell to drop so make sure you catch it and let’s see if you want to take this to the next level.

(Axe flicks his cigarette butt and readjusts his jacket before speaking again.)

Axe: One last subject to address and it’s my re-debut back to the BMWF! Despite my opponent being a jobber I trained but if there’s one thing I definitely plan to do it’s send Hector Barfza over the Border…To Loner’s Landing!

(Axe than picks up his duffel bag from off the pavement and makes his way inside The Palace.)

JR: Well folks as you can see Axe has returned to the BMWF but I wonder what that bombshell announcement Axe has King?

King: Probably that he’s leaving for his third time! HA! HA!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Gainesville, GA...
Weighing in at 220 pounds...

"The Role Model" AJ Stiles

(The AJ Stiles Theme plays as Stiles comes to the ring looking like a wrestler wannabe.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Ravnos...
Hailing from The Darkside...
Weighing in at 400 pounds...

"The Mastedon" Slayder

(The Brood theme plays. A portion of the stage is engulfed in flames. From out of the flames arises The Darkside Demons. Slayder wears his mask. Smoke comes billowing out of the nostrils of the mask. Ravnos is carrying a goblet full of blood.. The Embalmer carries a large bottle of formaldehyde. They walk to the ring. Ravnos climbs the ringside steps to the ring apron and takes a drink from the cup. Slayder walks in, takes his mask off, then works the crowd.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Slayder runs into the ropes.
Slayder goes for a Vader attack, but AJ Stiles counters it with
a fist to the midsection.
AJ Stiles hits the Ace Crusher on Slayder.
The crowd is booing AJ Stiles.

*KER-RASH!*

(Suddenly, the sound of crashing glass is heard. The Stone Cold theme song blares and the crowd erupts as Stone Cold Bruiser steps through the curtain and stomps to the ring.)

KING: What the heck is this?

JR: BMWF Owner The Bruiser is in the ring!

He's telling the Joe Finch that something is in Finch's eye. Finch is rubbing his eye!

KICK TO AJ STILES GUT!

STUNNER! STUNNER ON STYLES!

Slayder has him pinned!

Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Slayder!

JR: But why did Bruiser help Slayder?

KING: He's got the mic!

BRUISER: Nobody uses my finisher even if he does name it after some WWE Japanese jackass! Now, get outta my ring!

JR: ANOTHER STUNNER ON AJ!!

KING: Hey, this isn't 7AJ is it?

JR: Hold on! Ravnos is offering Bruiser a drink!!

KING: YAHHH! Not that red stuff!

(Bruiser takes a sip, but spits it out!)

BRUISER: Whattaya tryin' to do, jackass? Poison me?

JR: STUNNER TO RAVNOS!!

KING: Here comes Slayder!

JR: STUNNER ON SLAYDER!!

KING: The Embalmer is trying to use some sort of Darkside hypnosis on Bruiser!

JR: Bruiser gives him the double birdie and...STUNNER ON EMBALMER!!!

(The Stone Cold them blasts the arena once again as Bruiser calls for the cold ones!0

JR: We'll be right back!

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(The scene opens up backstage of The Palace in Auburn Hills, Michigan. Michael Bole is looking for a superstar to pounce upon and interview. While he is on the lookout for a superstar every now and then he tidies up his hair or straightens his tie. Suddenly, a chord from an electric lead guitar is heard. Michael turns around to see if it was behind him, as he is turned around a familiar looking man walks behind Bole. He has a white guitar wrapped around him, he has black spiked up hair, A black goatee sitting on the end of his chin and he is wearing a black BMWF t-shirt and green cargo pants. Michael looks quizzicly and then turns back to where he was walking. He bumps into the man.)

Michael Bole: "Tai Hashi?!"

(Michael Bole looks in shock at Tai Hashi.)

Tai Hashi: "Did you miss me, Bole?"

Michael Bole: "Wow, what a surprise, are you back in the BMWF now for real?"

Tai Hashi: "How can I leave this place, this is where I first wrestled professionally and also the place where I won my first ever championship gold."

Michael Bole: "Where have you been all this time?"

Tai Hashi: "Well Bole, it's a long story, in fact, it's a long long LONG story so I won't tell it to you or it'll be longer than a Lowedown promo. But what I am going to tell you is that it doesn't matter where I have been or what I've been doing all that time what matters is that 'The Rock Star' Tai Hashi is back in the Bruiser Mania Wrestling Federation, Tai Hashi is now going to re-claim his BMWFer status and the Tai Hashi is here to rock socks off! The Hashi Army is in full effect now, in fact I've even seen signs in the crowd tonight with 'Tai Hashi Rocks' even though I've been gone for about four or five months."

Michael Bole: "Well, Tai, welcome back to the BMWF."

(Tai shakes Michael's hand.)

Tai Hashi: "Thank you very much, it's great to be back."

(As Bole is about to walk away, Tai grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around.)

Tai Hashi: "Whoa! I've forgotten something."

Michael Bole: "Your wrestling gear?"

Tai Hashi: "No, this..."

(Tai takes a deep breath.)

Tai Hashi: "AUBURN HILLS, MICHIGAN...."

Crowd and Tai Hashi in chorus: "...YOU ROCK!

(Tai grins.)

Tai Hashi: "It's great to be back."

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Mae Old

(Old Granny music plays as Mae Old struts to the ring. She tries to give a young man in the front row a kiss, but her false teeth fall out into the guy's drink.)

KING: YAHHH!

LILLY: Her opponent...
From Concord, North Carolina...
Weighing in at 149 pounds...

Spirit

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Spirit hits a superkick on Mae Old.
Spirit is going for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Spirit whips Mae Old into the ropes.
Spirit hits a spear on Mae Old.
Spirit is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Spirit executes armlock on Mae Old.
Spirit uses a low blow on Mae Old.

KING: Oh, my gosh! Look what's on Spirit's hand!

JR: YUK! What is it?

KING: A think it's mold!

(Spirit slides outside of the ring for a minute and goes over snagging a chair from by the announcer's table. Spirit slides back inside the ring with the steel chair, but the referee stops her and tries to take the chair away. Spirit eventually gives up on the chair. While the referee is distracted by tossing the chair outside of the ring, Spirit grabs Mae Old and slams her down. Spirit then steps on Mae Old's face for a few seconds. Before the referee turns around again, Spirit walks over to the corner, taunting Mae Old. Mae Old slowly gets up, sees Spirit in the corner, and does her best to run over there. Spirit moves out of the way though, and Mae Old hits the turnbuckles.)

King: EEEEWWWW Yuck! We just got a closeup of Mae Old! GROSS!

JR: Once Again King, I'm inclined to agree with you!

(Spirit slams Mae Old's face into the turnbuckle and then starts to set her up for a Superplex, but just then, she stops and looks over towards the side of the ring where Brodie Manson just arrived.)
 
JR: What’s this?
 
(As the Spirit and Mae Old match continues, Brodie Manson comes running down to the ring. She hops onto the side and tries to enter but the referee blocks her from entering.)

King: Looks like Brodie’s trying to interfere but she can’t get in!
 
JR: Spirit knocks Mae down with a kick!
 
(With Mae down Spirit stands pointing and laughing at the struggling Brodie. Brodie starts yelling and screaming at Spirit with vivid hand gestures.)
 
JR: Has she lost it?
 
King: I think she’s frustrated because she wanted to get even with Spirit but the referee kinda screwed up her plan. Haha!
 
(With the referee standing between them, Spirit and Brodie hurl indecent remarks towards each other before Brodie swats at Spirit, just missing her face.)
 
JR: That slap looked like it could have hurt.
 
King: I think the referee should let her in; I’d like to see them resolve this.
 
JR: Wouldn’t you ever?
 
(Brodie and Spirit continue to argue until Brodie eventually throws her arms up and hops down to the floor. She stares down Spirit as she walks back up the ramp and into the back.)
 
JR: Well that was unusual.
 
King: Very.

(While Spirit seems to be distracted by Brodie at ringside, Mae Old comes up behind her, but Spirit steps to the side and spins around Mae Old, then scores with a quick roll up. The referee quickly counts to three and awards Spirit the match.)

Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Spirit.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Spirit!

JR: Spirit has just beat Mae Old Ladies and gentlemen!

KING: Anybody can beat up an old woman!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing backstage with Cash Flo,
Flawless, and Skiz.)

Bole: Cash, what made you dress up like Jesus here
tonight?

Cash: I didn't dress up like Jesus! You mean Jesus is
back among us. Holy Cow, Bole, do you realize what
that means? It's time for Judgment Day!!!

Bole: Well, Huh-

Cash: Don't speak, LISTEN. I have something to tell
you and the rest of the world. Last night I decided to
do the unthinkable, I rented some of Tobey Be Milkin's
movies. At first I thought I had to go into the over
18 Elton John section to find them, but thankfully
they were out on the floor, even if they were in the B
section. After watching them I can see why this monkey
left Hollywood for the ring, he sucks!

Flawless: He makes Adam West look like Al Pacino.

Cash: Hell, he makes Pee Wee Herman Oscar worthy! You
see TOBEY BE MILKIN', most wrestlers make a name for
themselves in the ring before heading out to
Hollywood. Your stupid @$$ did the opposite. First,
you tried to make a name of yourself in Hollywood, but
you failed. Making a couple of Roger Corman type films
don't make you a superstar you stupid @$$ goblin! That
makes you a wanna be. When you realized you didn't
have the star power to make a proper name for yourself
in Hollywood, you left. I don't understand how a
talent less hack like you managed to fool management
enough to let your sorry @$$ enter my world, but
somehow you got into the BMWF.

Flawless: I think I know how he got in.

Cash: Well keep it to yourself Flawless this is a
family show! Anyway, I'm not out here just to rain on
that cats lame @$$ parade, I have something to say to
Kolic.

Flawless: Who?

Cash: Kolic. You know, former Prime Time player,
Kolic.

Flawless: Never heard of him.

Cash: He's such a nobody that Kolic hasn't even heard
of Kolic. Speaking of Kolic, what the hell is that?
Sounds like something your drive in Mexico!

Flawless: Yeah, I think I drove one once. It was
terrible.

Cash: I bet it isn't as terrible as Kolic's lame @$$
finisher. Have you seen that? It's super lame, just
like one of his promos!

Flawless: What is it?

Cash: You know the clothesline from Hell?

Flawless: Yeah.

Cash: Same thing, only instead of a clothesline, this
monkey boy uses a kick. It has to be the most boring
finisher I have seen. Not as bad as the Gavel Smash,
but pretty damn bad. Anyway, in light of all his
obvious sucking, I have to fight this kid here
tonight.

(Fans cheer for Kolic.)

Bole: Does that mean if you win you get a shot at
Tobey at the pay-per-view?

Cash: How the hell do I know? Seeing as management has
gone as far as booking this lame @$$ match tonight
between me and Kolic, they better be prepared to go
all the way and book a Cash Flo vs. Tobey Reeves for
the pay-per-view!

Flawless: I thought you said you didn't want anything
to do with him?

Cash: I don't. But if I have to go a head with this
lame @$$ match tonight, then I better reap the rewards
if I win, which means a match at the pay-per-view with
that little monkey Tobey! All my Cash-oholics all over
the world know, beyond any damn doubt, that if I step
in the ring with his stupid @$$, there's going to be a
new reason to watch the BMWF, and that's for flawless
promo's featuring the BMWF's favorite TV Hero and
company, Cash Flo! It is not, I REPEAT, not for some
talent less hack like you TOBEY SUCK @$$!!!

Flawless: That's damn skippy Cash! Like we told you
when we first appeared at the Wheel, this is our time
to shine! A new dawn has come to the BMWF and its glow
is sheer radiance. It blinds the masses with its
awesomeness and leaves the fans in dire need of more!
We are the heroin of professional wrestling, because
once you take that first hit of our Flo-tasticness,
your hooked.

Cash: And that you Cash Flo want to be's you can take
to the bank!!! We are here and we aren't going
nowhere! Tobey you say your coming to revenge what we
did to your stupid @$$ on Monday night, BRING IT!
Kolic you claim your getting that title shot at the
pay-per-view over Cash Flo? BRING IT! Everyone in the
back who thinks they got what it takes to beat the
best this company has to offer, BRING IT! But don't be
surprised when it's not enough to derail the most
Flo-tastic wrestler in the world today! Come on
Flawless, we got work to do!

(Bole watches as the three leave.)

>>>

(Brodie is walking through the backstage hallway; she passes many workers, which she politely greets with a slight nod of her head. She is still stinging from her earlier encounter with Spirit, but has calmed herself since then and is generally in a better mood. She makes her way towards the Women’s Locker Room, when The Couch her on the shoulder.)

Couch: Yo playa, can I get the 411 on you?

(Brodie gives him a blank stare.)

Brodie: Huh?

Couch: Uh… mind if I can interview you?

Brodie: Ah… well, okay then.

Couch: Well first things first, earlier tonight you caused quite a ruckus in Spirit’s match. Care to comment?

Brodie: Oh that. Right. I guess I lost my head for a bit at that time. I was still a little bent over from Spirit’s disrespectful acts at Wheel of Destruction. I was upset that she thought that she could pull off a stunt such as that and get away with it.

Couch: It seems that if the referee had not gotten involved you would have caused things to become physical.

Brodie: I’m not going to deny it. I tend to go a little bit crazy when I lose my head like that. My daddy always taught me to never let anyone, big or small, walk all over me. And that’s what was in my head when I went out there. Whatever, though. Now that I look back what Spirit did was cheesy and she should be more embarrassed than me.

Couch: “Cheesy”?

Brodie: Yeah. I mean, spanking? How low could she go with that? She didn’t make herself look any better than her ‘striptease’ with Flame.

Couch: What, you didn’t think that was great?

Brodie: Hmm… I can see why you would be.

Couch: Understood. So, now tonight you team with Moody to face Dizi and Jacklyn J, while last week Jacklyn was your teammate. How do you think the match will go now?

Brodie: Man, let’s not talk about last week. I was totally not myself last week. But this week, I assure you that I am better prepared. Now, as Judge Booty goes, I’m not sure how to receive her yet. I know that Dizi doesn’t like her, as well as some others. So I guess we’ll see. Won’t we?

Couch: Speaking of Dizi, you beat her by DQ at Wheel of Destruction, but there was no title change. Any comments?

Brodie: I was a little confused because her brother pulled my hair, and I wasn’t expecting that. I met Dizi once and she very nice. I sure do like her a lot.

Couch: and Jacklyn?

Brodie: I’m not sure yet. (Brodie’s watch rings, she looks at it and sighs) Oh shoot, I’m late with my yoga. I’ll talk to you later. Goodbye!

(Brodie waves farewell to Couch leaving him standing there.)

Couch: Well, I guess the interview is over.

(close.)

>>>

(Mafioso stands outside The Palace with Carlos. The two appear to be in a
heated discussion as the camera zooms in closer)

Carlos:So are you finally gonna tell me where you've been all this time or
what amigo?

(Mafioso pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He takes one out and lights it
before answering Carlos)

Mafioso:Eventually...but right now that's not important.

Carlos:Not important!?! You disappear and then come back out of nowhere and
just expect me to act like nothing happened?

(Mafioso chuckles slightly to himself)

Mafioso:Damn Carlos what are you my girlfriend now?

Carlos:You're not funny.

Mafioso:If it really means that much to you I'll tell you later but right
now we need to focus on more important things.

Carlos: Ok but I want a full account of what's been going on soon! So what's
on the agenda tonight?

(Mafioso flashes a devilish grin)

Mafioso:Let's go inside and see if we can find an old friend.Besides the
faster we take care of Ivan Fearless and pay our friend a visit we can get
the hell out of Michigan!

(The camera fades as the two walk into the building)

>>>

(The scene opens on Dale Anderson arriving in his nice, blue, mustang convertible. He steps out of the car and shuts the door. He is in a tuxedo and sunglasses. He takes off his sunglasses and walks toward the BMWF entrance. As he walks in the superstar entrance he sees that the coliseum is completely filled up and no body is at the entrance line. Dale walks in the door and begins to walk down the hall. He is unfortunately run into by Michael Bole.)

Bole: Oh Dale! I wanted to ask you a few questions.

Dale: Bole. I am trying to get to the ring. I want to speak to the BMWF fans.

Bole: This will only take a second.

Dale: Then hurry up. I want to get to the ring before Monday.

Bole: Well, I want to know how it feels to finally be at BMWF. I am sure the fans want to know too.

Dale: It is unexplainable. This is the place of my dreams. I have waited a long time to be here and now I am. I am finally able to show off my skills and prove to everyone that it was right to have me here. Now I will keep my end of the deal and give out as much entertainment as possible.

Bole: It will be an incredible experience for you I am sure.

Dale: You got that right. I had to work my hardest to get here. I can't wait for my first match. I can't wait to get in that ring. That is why I want to go. So please hurry up.

Bole: Okay. I want to know, for one what type of matches you like and two who do you hope to face first.

Dale: I like any type of matches Bole. What kind of questions are these? As for facing first. It doesn't really matter. I hardly know anyone here, so I wouldn't know who I would want to face first.

Bole: There has to be someone you would like to face.

Dale: No there isn't. Now stop pestering me!

Bole: I am sorry.

Dale: Shut up dude. I am going to the ring now. GOOD BYE!

(Dale walks off and heads toward the ring entrance. Bole tries to call back Dale but he only ignores Bole. The scene cuts to the stage. The bruisertron begins to flicker. When the flickering stops The words Dale Anderson shines across it. After the words go away Dangerzone(The music only version) by Kenny Loggins hits the pa. A dark figure appears at the top of the ramp. As the dark figure walks forward he slowly reveals himself. Dale walks to the ring looking pumped up and ready. He climbs into the ring and gets a microphone. He then stands in the middle of the ring and begins to speak.)

Dale: I stand here before you to introduce myself. I am Dale, a future superstar of this luxurious place called the BMWF. I have come here to do one thing and that is to keep you entertained. Now, I also came here to wrestle. I also know that there will be tough challenges I will be facing on the way to superstardom. But I will do my best to get through them in one piece. I haven't done much wrestling in my past and I think it is a great time to start. I am grateful for Bruiser hiring me. I will not disappoint him or anyone else from this point forward.

(Dale goes to the ropes facing one of the parts of the audiences.)

Dale: My duty is to entertain you. Well lets start as soon as possible. I will ask Bruiser for a match for next the Bedlam. I will then perform my skills to everyone associated with this business. I will show everyone especially my brother that his training paid off and I wont disappoint him. I will see you soon everyone, but for now, See ya.

(Dangerzone by Kenny Loggins plays and Dale jumps onto one of the turnbuckles and poses for the fans. The fans don't give him much of a reaction since he is new. Dale then walks to another turnbuckle and poses. He then climbs out of the ring. He then begins walking up the ramp backwards while posing to the fans. When he gets to the top of the ramp he poses one last pose and heads to the back. The scene fades.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
Hailing from Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Mafioso

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 221 pounds...

Ivan Fearless

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Mafioso chops Ivan Fearless.
Mafioso is met with a "Just go home" chant.
Mafioso kicks Ivan Fearless.
Mafioso hits a superkick on Ivan Fearless.
Mafioso whips Ivan Fearless into the ropes.
Ivan Fearless hits Mafioso with a flying forearm.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ivan Fearless executes a snap suplex on Mafioso.
Ivan Fearless nails Mafioso with a flying dropkick.
Ivan Fearless goes for a headlock takedown, but Mafioso counters it with
a back suplex.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Ivan Fearless hits Mafioso with a kick.
Ivan Fearless whips Mafioso into the ropes, but Mafioso reverses it.
Mafioso nails Ivan Fearless with a spinebuster.
Mafioso nails Ivan Fearless with a Russian legsweep.
Mafioso nails Ivan Fearless with a T-Bone Suplex.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso puts Ivan Fearless in a single-leg Boston crab.
Ivan Fearless is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Ivan Fearless reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Ivan Fearless with an elbow.
Mafioso is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Mafioso hits Ivan Fearless with a clothesline.
Ivan Fearless falls out of the ring.
Mafioso goes outside.
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
Rick Patrick counts: 2.
Mafioso hoists Ivan Fearless high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Ivan
Fearless crashing hard to the mat.
Rick Patrick counts: 3.
Mafioso makes a fist,puts up forefinger and pinky finger then spits through them
.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez comes from behind and distracts Ivan Fearless.
Mafioso executes the Hit 'Em Up on Ivan Fearless on the concrete floor.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Ivan Fearless is out cold.
Mafioso throws Ivan Fearless back into the ring.
Mafioso executes the Hit 'Em Up on Ivan Fearless.
Mafioso goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Mafioso is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Mafioso!

(Mafioso yells for Carlos to get him a mic. Carlos throws one in)

Mafioso: I just wanted to send a message to that certain somebody I have
been looking for! The message is this...I'm coming for you tonight!

(Mafioso drops the mic in the middle of the ring. He and Carlos make their
way to the back)

King:This is that idiot's first day back and he's already getting on
people's bad side JR!

JR:Maybe he's got allot of unfinished business to settle.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Brodie Manson is working with one of the BMWF trainers in the parking lot of ‘The Palace’, she is wearing a windbreaker and sweatpants while she works some jumping jacks. The trainer counts off as Brodie painfully pulls through with the exercise.)

Brodie: (Exhausted yet still jumping) I ……don’t know………if I can do…………this…anymore.

Trainer: Stay with me, we only got another set, now keep going. 1! 2! 3! 4!

(With each jump her face becomes redder and redder. The trainer comes to the end, and Brodie collapses on the floor.)

Brodie: Lordy, I didn’t know jumping jacks could be so hard.

(She inhales deeply then pulls herself to her feet.)

Trainer: Come on, now. You only did 50.

Brodie: Really? It seemed like 500.

Trainer: Ok, now we’re going to work on some lunges. Do you know what those are?

Brodie: Isn’t that where you lunge forward then come back?

Trainer: Yes, now let’s go.

Brodie: Ah.

Trainer: You have to do this if you want to succeed. You want to make up for last week’s loss right?

Brodie: Well, yeah.

Trainer: You want to put on a perfect match right?

Brodie: Well as a matter of fact I do!

Trainer: You wanna beat Dizi and Jacklyn to bloody pulp right?

Brodie: YES! …Wait, don’t you think that’s over doing it?

Trainer: You eventually want to win the Women’s Title right??

Brodie: YES!

Trainer: Now give me some lunges!

Brodie: Oi.

(Brodie succumbs into doing some lunges as the scene fades to black.)

(close.)

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows shane pullinginto the arena with Jacklyn J. in the passenger seat of his Jaguar. They come to a stop and exit the car. Shane and Jacklyn start for the locker room Jacklyn walks off in a different direction. Couch walks up to Shane with a microphone.)

Shane: What do you want? I alreayd dontated to charity this week.

Couch: I was hoping for and interview.

Shane: Well too bad any questions you have about the "NEW" Union will be settled tonight when harry and I explain oursleves.

(Shane walks off as the camera fades.)

>>>
 

(The scene opens in an unknown location. The camera pans around the room showing various work out equipment and a wrestling ring. A door opens in the back and a man walks towards the camera. Once the man comes into focus we can see that is Tamer. Tamer grabs a chair and sits down in front of the camera.)

Tamer: The doctors have told me I can’t be at the arena. That I have to take time off to recover. It’s a health risk for me to be there and an insurance nightmare for the head honcho’s of the BMWF. I am however on the road to recovery. But don’t think your safe Axe.

(Tamer stands from the chair.)

Tamer: In fact you’re farthest from safe. I gave you one chance to walk away from all this. But you refused. Now you have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. You will stay away from Danielle. You’re being watched, followed. You can’t blink without me knowing. You’re the enemy in the royal court...

(Tamer walks over to stand in front of the ring.)

Tamer: Everything that will come to pass from this night forward you have earned Axe. As for a match at the Pay-Per-View well played... Challenging me. That is a match that I wholeheartedly accept. Tamer versus Axe is inevitable. Make no mistake I will be ready by the time Survival rolls around. After this match though... When I defeat you. I want you to make one promise. In fact I want it signed into the contract... You WILL leave Danielle alone.

(Tamer hops onto the apron and enters the wrestling ring.)

Tamer: From now until that match. I will be spending every minute, every second in preparation. Getting myself back to one-hundred percent physically. You have no idea what you’ve done. Mess with me that’s fine and good... But you did the one unforgivable thing, you screwed with the woman I love. You on that day signed your death sentence. Enjoy this month of hell Axe because you my friend are a deadman!

FADE

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

("Battle Without Honor Or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei starts to play as the fans in attendance look towards the entrance area. A good sized pop greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area followed by Kojima. The former Light Heavyweight Champ works the crowd before making his way down to the ring area. Once inside Fujita sends Kojima to ringside as he is handed a mic.)

Ryushi Fujita: Auburn Hills, how ya doing?

(crowd pop)

Ryushi Fujita: Tonight you fine people here are going to be treated to a first class wrestling clinic as I work over El Pansio here. Now this little exhibition I'll be putting on isn't just for you people here in the arena, oh no. You see I'll be giving the one and only Howitzer a small sampling of what is in store for him if he keeps his nose in The Family's business. I hope you're taking notes Howitzer, cause class is in session!

(Fujita hands the mic back and gets ready for the match to begin.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

El Pansio

(Mexican music plays as El Pansio comes to the ring.)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
El Pansio runs into the ropes.
El Pansio hits Ryushi Fujita with a shoulderblock.
El Pansio takes Ryushi Fujita down with a hiptoss.
El Pansio hits Ryushi Fujita with a stomp.
El Pansio covers Ryushi Fujita.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
El Pansio uses a monkey flip on Ryushi Fujita.
El Pansio goes for a figure-four leglock, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.

(Fujita grabs El Pansio and drives him to the mat with a bodyslam. As he gets to his feet Fujita is greeted by a stiff forearm shot to the head by El Pansio staggering him backwards. Pansio connects on several more forearms before sending Fujita into the ropes. Fujita ducks the clothesline attempt and springboards off the ropes catching Pansio and delivering a reverse DDT that brings the crowd to life.)

(Fujita slowly lifts Pansio to his feet and then drives him to the mat with a snap suplex. He then moves Pansio towards the corner and quickly executes a split legged moonsault. Fujita pauses for a second before grabbing Pansio and driving him to the mat with a vicious ddt.)

Ryushi Fujita whips El Pansio into the ropes, but El Pansio reverses it.

KING: El Pansio is doing a Mexican hat dance around Fujita!

JR: El Pansio goes for a flying axhandle, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a punch.

(Fujita climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off with a cross bodyblock but misses as Pansio rolls away. Pansio charges Fujita and drops him with a clothesline. The energized Pansio goes to deliver another clothesline only to have Fujita counter it with the Honed Edge.)

JR: He hit the Honed Edge, that's all King!

(Fujita covers Pansio as the ref slides into position.)

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Ryushi Fujita.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ryushi Fujita!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Bruiser is in the back enjoying a case of cold ones when Sgt. Slobber comes in.

SLOBBER:  Sir, we have another problem.

BRUISER: WHAT?

SLOBBER: It looks like White Lightning has no showed again. That leaves Lowedown without a partner.

BRUISER: WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?

SLOBBER: Sorry, sir!

BRUISER: Ain't Lowedown got about 26 relatives in the BMWF?

SLOBBER: Well, he has Ash, Dozer  and Flame anyway, and Black and Fujita are rumored to be twin sons of different mothers.

BRUISER: Been watching those old NWA tapes again, eh, Sarge?

SLOBBER: them was the good ol' days, sir!

BRUISER: Well, find somebody to be Lowedown's partner or I'll have to whoop your @$$!

SLOBBER: SIR, YES, SIR!

(Slobber marches out as we fade...)

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