The Bruisermania Wrestling Federation--Where Superstars are created and Jabronies are humiliated!

Shark Kid defeated Shame Douglas by disqualification in 0:05:00.
Rating: -** 1/4

(The match ended when Shark Kid went for the Dead Sea Drop, but The Embalmer shoved him off the turnbuckle.)

(The Eco-Mobile drives into the parking lot. Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic
step out.)

Inferno: You know, I hate that we have to watch our backs now. Why the heck
do all these losers feel the need to try to make a name for themselves at our
expense?

Aquatic: Because at least you have a name! In a perfect world, you could
focus on Pain and the bWo, but it's just an occupational hazard of being a
superstar that you guys are going to get called out by every Johnny-come-lately that
wants to become something!

Mineral: Yeah, well I have a good idea on how to deal with them.....time to
do some "Spring Cleaning" on our Hate List?

Inferno: (pulls out a tazer) WAY ahead of you! CHARGE!!! (Inferno runs
straight ahead into the building.)

Aquatic: He's crazy.

Mineral: Yeah. (pulls out a pair of brass knuckles) You should always go
compact. (Mineral runs into the building.)

Aquatic: (shakes head) They're both idiots. (throws open the car trunk and
pulls out a steel chair.) Bigger is ALWAYS better!

(Aquatic slams the trunk and runs into the building with a steel chair.)

FADE

(Flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and In the Shadows by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak. In one hand he carries the chair, in the other a set of handcuffs)

(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the handcuffs on it.)

P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…

(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre. The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a green leather kilt and black boots. He is holding a microphone)

Ezekiel: Harry Nelson, its your time to come into the light and face the Inquisition!!!

(Harry Nelson whips Ezekiel to the ropes and follows up with a clothesline sending Ezekiel crashing to the outside. Harry Nelson rolls out of the ring and is meet by a stiff boot to the gut by Ezekiel. Ezekiel then whips Harry Nelson into the ring steps, sending them crashing apart)

(Ezekiel misses a clothesline attempt and sent into the corner by Harry Nelson. Harry Nelson charges Ezekiel in the corner, but is met by a drop toe hold, causing Harry’s head to snap off the bottom turnbuckle)

(Ezekiel lands a number of well-educated punches and kicks on Harry Nelson. Harry swings a wild right hand that misses – Ezekiel takes advantage of this and hits the Inquisition. He then locks in the butterfly lock, to get the win via submission)

(A beat up olive green Ford pickup with tinted windows roars into the parking lot and screeches to a halt. Scrappy Joe Tunny slams open the passenger-side door and steps out. He looks down at his fist wrapped in a steel chain and smiles sadistically.

Tunny: (Turning to face his brother) So ya ready to wreak some havoc tonight, Chuck?

(Lowedown and Flame pull into the Seagate Center as the crowd is heard throughout the arena chanting his name. Lowedown pulls up next to the limousines and parks his truck. As Lowedown looks around the backstage area, Flame nudges her husband as he turns to see Sylvia making her way over looking extremely upset. Lowedown sets his bag down and leans against his truck...)

Sylvia:How could you do that to your own brother?!? Why did you blind him with your stupid mist thing?!?

Flame:I think you need to step back and take a breather before you burst a vocal chord.

Sylvia:I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to you jack@$$ husband!

Flame:Excuse me? Remember who brought you into this federation and made you into one of the best d@mn valets in the business!

Sylvia:It's not about me! It was about my future husband and his career! You took his career from...

(Lowedown boucnes off of his truck and gets right in front of Sylvia and leans down into her face...)

LD:Do yourself a favor and think before you speak to me or my wife! I took my brother out of the picture until he can learn how to become a better wrestler and a more respectful family member! You get me Sylvia?

Sylvia:But it doesn't make sense! You blinded your own brother! Who knows how long he'll be out of wrestling?

LD:My brother will be out of this business as long as I say he's out of this business! My brother dragged his @$$ through each and every match he had and I had to pick up every bit of slack! I know it and you know it! It was almost beyond embarassing! Hell Sylvia! Even the bWo was fed up with him! Lightning forgot who he was and wondering why we had this 6 foot 5 inch bellhop following us around everywhere! The Judge thought he was his own personal baliff! My brother needs to learn where he stands in the grand scheme of things and then maybe I'll alow him back into the business! Anything else on your mind princess?

Sylvia:I can't believe how cold you're being to your own family.

LD:It's not personal my dear. It's business. It's b...W...o business. Now, if you choose to stay with the bWo...we can keep things going for you.

Sylvia:Excuse me?

Flame:We always need our eyes and ears wide and open around here. Just because Dozer's out doesn't mean you have to be.

Sylvia:I'm still on the bWo payroll?

LD:As long as you obey.

(Sylvia bites her lower lip as she then extends her hand out and shakes hands with Lowedown and then shakes hands with Flame. Lowedown slowly turns around and begins to make his way towards the backstage door and almost runs into Slim Jim Sullivan...)

LD:Ah hell! When it rains it pours I guess!

Slim:Just the man I was looking...Sylvia? We didn't expect you here this evening?

Flame:Ah look honey. She's at a loss for words. Isn't it cute?

LD:Slim, what's on your mind here because I'm in a bit of a hurry here.

Slim:I wanted to get your thoughts tonight on your match up against a man who you have been literally through hell with and his name is...

LD:His name is nothing to me Slim! Pain is something I intend to fully bring to this man! I don't respect him! I don't like him! Tonight, I might just end his sorry burnt @$$ career right here tonight in Toledo, Ohio!

(Crowd pop)

LD:You see I know Pain better than you think. I've faced him in the ring and I know what his deal is.

Slim:His deal? What is exactly "his deal"?

LD:His deal is tunnel vision. He wants to face me, but he can't take his eyes off of my wife. Big mistake on his part! Pain should focus on what's in his face and that is me! And when I step in the ring with Pain, I will give him more than he can handle just like I have always have and then I'm going to give Master Z a piece of my mind!

Slim:At the end of Bedlam last week, you took out your own brother just to get a piece of Master Z. Why did you spray your own brother with the Crimson mist?

LD:Slim, my brother didn't belong in that ring with Master Z! I deserved to be in that ring against the so called World champion! Master Z got the luck of the draw at the Bedlam Bowl and I got the Bedlam Bowl! I am going to Bruisermania and I am going to beat the everlovin' hell out of Z plain and simple! I am not going to play nice with Z any longer because the moment he strapped that belt around his waist, he became a candy @$$, no talent, soft champion!

Slim:Master Z?

LD:Did I stutter Slim? Did...I...stutter?

Slim:No you didn't.

LD:I don't stutter Bole. I speak my mind anytime and anyplace I see fit. Now, anything else on your mind before I have my ladies escort me into the building?

Slim:Well I...

LD:Didn't think so. I'm done.

(Lowedown walks away from Slim Jim as Flame and Sylvia watch on in disbelief...)

Sylvia:Just how angry is he?

Flame:Let me put it to you this way girlfriend. Last night, he only went two hours if you know what I mean?

Sylvia:Only two? That's a switch!

fade...

Tobey Miliken defeated Taka Michinoclu by disqualification in 0:03:57.
Rating: * 1/2

(The cameras go live outside the Seagate Center in Toledo, Ohio where a small blue Vauxhall is just pulling up. Out of the car steps the self-proclaimed 'Sexiest Man Alive' Randy Valentino and his plump agent, Rob Young.)

VALENTINO: That's not good! I came to the BMWF for everybody around the world to see my beautiful face, and now I've just got these Ohio-ans. Ohio doesn't know a beautiful person when they see one because they've never seen one before since I came here. Now unfortunantly we have to get into the building. Come on fatso, lets go.

(The scene cuts backstage, showing Randy Valentino when Chuck Tunny appears and taps Valentino on the shoulder. Valentino turns sharply and sees Chuck.)

Chuck: What the *bleep* do you think you’re doin’, you dimwit! You call my brother ugly? Are you totally crazy? He’s gonna kick your…

(Valentino pushes Chuck back and Chuck falls to the floor. Valentino closes in on Chuck, but Scrappy Joe Tunny rushes in from behind with a steel chair in hand, smacking Valentino with it across the back of his head.)

(Valentino falls into a heap on the ground. Tunny straddles Valentino and starts whipping him across the back with his chain.)

(Tunny gets up, leaving Valentino bloody and semi-conscious on the floor. The camera closes in on Valentino as the scene fades.)

(Tobey Miliken and Shawn Rollins are chatting bacstage in the break room. We
hear a POP and the lights go out.)

Voices: Lights.....Camera...Action!

(We hear a ZAP, followed by a scream and a grunt. The lights go back on, and
Inferno and Mineral are standing over them with their trusty tazer and brass
knuckles.)

Inferno: Idiots....(bends down and grabs Tobey's face.) Why'd you call me
out, Tobey boy? This is just a taste to remind you what I am capable of.

(Mineral rears back and busts Tobey open with a brass knuckle shot before he
can react.)

Inferno: (standing up) If you choose to heed my warning, all it will be is a
warning. But if you choose otherwise.....consider this your Mafia-style kiss
of death.

(The Eco-System walks off, leaving the Director and Tobey lying.)

FADE

Joe Tunny made Horace Hogie submit to the Pain Central in 0:03:43.
Rating: -** 3/4

(Chuck Tunny jumps into the ring and raises his brother’s hand in victory. As he does so, he transfers the steel chain into Tunny’s hand. Tunny wraps the chain around his right fist and turns toward his fallen opponent. Suddenly, Tunny jumps onto Horace Hogie and starts punching his face with his chain-wrapped fist. Chuck Tunny holds back the ref as the sadistic attack continues. Tunny stops punching and starts whipping Horace Hogie across the neck and chest with the chain. By the time security can control Tunny and EMTs hover over Hogie, his face and neck are bloody and his upper torso is full of bruises.)

Randy Valentino pinned Ivan Fearless with the Sexy-Plex in 0:01:42.
Rating: -** 1/2

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

(Suddenly, "Because of You" by Nickelback as Lowedown pulled into the arena in his Chevy Silverado as he and Flame climbed out through the sunroof and gave the Wolfpac signal to the crowd and then climbed into the bed of the truck and pulled a microphone out of his back pocket...)

LD:TOLEDO, OHIO!

(Crowd pops)

LD:WOLFPAC...IN...THE...

LD & Crowd:HOUSE!

LD:This is not about bragging rights here people. I may have lost the World title, but I sure as hell didn't lose my dignity Z! I didn't lose my pride! All my peeps still believe in the Crimson Hellrider! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:At Bruisermania Z, you and I are going to test each other one more time for that strap and I'm not going to make any predictions except for one. I'm going to make one small prediction. Nothing like the garbage I pulled last time.

(Lowedown pauses for a moment...)

LD:I predict that I am going to beat the living hell out of you Z! No doubt about it! I am going onto Bruisermania with one real goal. To make...you...bleed! That is the Lowedown on that!

(Pause)

LD:Now, I want to address something for all you boys in the back who paid Michael Bole to ask that stupid @$$ question about me being compared to that jack@$$ Triple H of the WWFE! If you boys have a problem with the Lowedown then I suggest you step up like I've said time and time again! You step up or you shut up! I'm sick and tired of telling you punks that the BMWF is about the real talent! The bWo is about the exceptional talent! Have you seen Triple H wrestle in a triple cage match? Have you seen Triple H fight two one or a gauntlet match? How about this one? Has the so called "Cerebral Assassin" ever climbed up the side of a scaffold and beat the hell out of someone before tossing them 25 feet to the ring? I DON'T BLEEPING THINK SO! How about this boys and girls? If I catch anyone comparing me to to that loser, no talent, @$$clown from another federation, I will show them exactly why I am better than anyone in that federation! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:Z, Bruisermania is coming and so am I!

("Because of You" played again as Lowedown and Flame climbed back in the truck and pulled out of the arena...)

(Suddenly a soft white glow shines upon the entrance ramp. "Trouble" by Pink
plays out through the arena and black and white video clips plays as the
fans get up to their feet and cheer.)

PA: No attorneys
To plead my case
No orbits
To send me in and outta space

(The Queen of Hearts walks out dressed in a white blouse and pinstripe skirt
with matching jacket. She saunters on the stage. She claps her hands and
lifts her cane up into the air. She swings around and then strides down the
ramp. She walks up the stairs and enters the ring as Clancy hold down the
middle rope and pushes up the top rope.)

PA: I'm trouble
Yeah trouble now
I'm trouble ya'll
I disturb my whole town

(Rachel walks over to the referee, and kicks off her stilletto heels.)

Rachel has Flame in a leglock. Flame tries to break the hold by elbow by elbowing at Rachel, but she ontly tightens the hold. Rachel rises and takes Flame down with a boot and tosses her to the opposite side of the ring by her hair. Rachel then brings Flame back to her feet and hits a roundhouse kick that causes Flame to stumble backwards into the corner. Rachel charges forward with a corner splash.

(Master Z slowly strutted down to the ring wearing golden shades to match his shiny World Title Belt. He smiled as he looked from the audience to the ring.)

(Master Z, waiting until Rachel had the upper hand and behind the back of the referee, unbuckled the top turnbuckle pad and removed it.)

(Master Z got the attention of Ms. Pitt as he jumped off the turnbuckle. Master Z jumped back up onto the turnbuckle getting the attention of the referee allowing Rachel Pitt to use the exposed steel turnbuckle on Flame.)

(Master Z jumped down to the mat, reached in his pocket, and tucked a picture into the waist band of the fallen Flame. The camera zoomed in on the photograph of Lowedown with a mustache drawn across his face as Master Z exited the ring.)

(Pitt tosses Flame into the ropes and hits her with the Kiss of Death. Rachel covers for a pin.)

(A backstage camera shows Black walking down a hallway toward his dressing room. As he arrives, he sees Scrappy Joe Tunny standing in front of the door with a chain wrapped around his fist.)

Tunny: Black, you *bleep*!

(Tunny charges Black, grasps him around the waist and slams him against the wall. Black starts pounding Tunny’s back, and then knees Tunny in the gut. Tunny finally lets go and Black connects with a right hook that sends Tunny flying into a table, knocking it over. Black starts to charge Tunny, when Mineral attacks him from behind with a chair shot to the head.)

*THWACK*

(Black falls to the floor.)

Mineral: You answered my challenge, Black! Now deal with the consequences!

(Mineral starts to deliver chair shots to Black’s back. Inferno enters with another chair and the two take turns smashing Black’s torso. Tunny returns with a bloody lip, but is grinning vilely as he watches the attack.)

Tunny: Alright, guys. You’ve had your turn. Now – as agreed – I get mine!

(Eco System step back, smiling wickedly. Tunny jumps onto Black and locks on the Pain Central. He pulls back hard on Black’s neck. Black offers no resistance, as he is nearly unconscious. Tunny puts his face right up against Black’s ear.)

Tunny: So are we finished callin’ each other names, Billy?! Are we ready to act our age?! GOOD!

(Tunny slams Black’s face into the floor as he gets up. He turns toward Eco-System.)

Tunny: Well, I think we did good. You can finish him off in the ring.

Mineral: I’ll teach him a thing or two in our match. Cocky bastard thinks he has what it takes to beat one half of the tag team champions!

Inferno: He and Ezekiel deserve what’s coming to them…and Tunny – watch your back, too. It’s never too late to be entered onto our Hate List!

(Eco-System walk away laughing as Tunny has a puzzled look on his face. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a final kick at Black before walking away in the opposite direction.)

(The scene opens in the backstage area of the arena. Michael Bole stands by
himself, leaning against the wall. Suddenly The Headhunter walks by and Bole
jumps up.)

BOLE: Headhunter, can I get a moment please?

(The Headhunter stops, shakes his head, but then smiles and turns around.)

HEADHUNTER: Sure Bole. I know you get a lot of stick so I think its time
that someone actually listened to you. Now it seems as if you really want to
talk to me, with us not being on television right now and all.

BOLE: Well it’s for the magazine really.

HEADHUNTER: Ah, I knew it was too good to be true. You know why people treat
you like crap Bole? It’s because you are crap! You are intrusive in areas
where you are not wanted, just like your stinking country!

BOLE: Sir, I just want to get your thoughts on your return to the BMWF.

HEADHUNTER: You heard my thoughts on Bedlam, weren’t you listening?

BOLE: I just want to get a quote from you. C’mon, tell me how you think it’s
gone so far.

HEADHUNTER: Monday night was a momentous occasion Bole. I marked my return
to this company with the blood of one of America’s finest. Bedlam was the
starting point, or even the re-starting point. The last time I was here
could be described as successful, even brutal, but now I’m back it’s going
to make last year look like a disaster. I have already stated my intentions,
and Kurt Dangle knows that. He was quite unfortunate really, he wasn’t the
man I was after, but someone’s blood needed to be shed. And until I get what
I want, someone’s blood will trickle to the ground every night.

BOLE: What do you want Headhunter?

HEADHUNTER: I told the world on Monday Bole! I want the US Title gone! You
know what gets me Bole, the fact that people around here see stuff happening
but they are too dumb to even realise what is going on. No-one believes that
I will destroy the US Title, but I will, I promise you that. Take William
Black for instance. Yeah, he’s new, ambitious, but this guy is stupid. He
decided that it would be a good idea to mouth off about me just because I
threw his sorry BLEEP over the top rope at the Bedlam Bowl. I said it
earlier this week Bole, and I’ll say it again now. You Americans, you have
such a don’t give a crap attitude, and Black demonstrates that perfectly.
Some would say that it is a good quality but it is not in any way. You are
damaging the world; you have damaged Iraq, maybe beyond repair. But at the
minute I am not concerned with the world, just the individuals and their
demise. I want to annihilate the BLEEPholes who make this country what it
is. People like William Black. So Black, you piece of crap, don’t threaten
me, don’t tell me to watch my back, because pal, it’s you that should have
eyes in the back of your head. You made yourself a dangerous enemy
unnecessarily this week, and you will live to regret it!

BOLE: What about Kurt Dangle? You really did a number on him last Monday and
next Monday you face him on Bedlam.

HEADHUNTER: Kurt Dangle, those few seconds of hell that you experienced on
Monday night were nothing compared to what is going to happen on Bedlam. You
see Dangle, you are my whipping boy. No-one in this place is in any rush to
hand me Hardcore Harry, the powers that be are scared to put the US Title
anywhere near me. So I need someone to take my frustrations out on, and
Dangle that honour falls to you. As Mr Red, White and Blue you are
privileged to have your BLEEP handed to you every week by me, Mr Union Jack!
You have become the symbol of my fight against America! Each week I want the
world to see you bloodied and beaten on the floor as a reminder to what
state I will leave your country in. Beware Dangle, because you are being
hunted!

(The Headhunter storms off, leaving Bole looking stunned.)

FADE

(The theme from "Gomer Pyle" played as Joe Gomer led by Sgt. Carter Vincent and Corp. Boil headed to the ring.)

(Judge Moody is walking down the hallway. Suddenly, the
lights go out.)

Voice: The darknessssss......every sssound isss amplified.....and it isss the
optimum place to properly........FEEL MY PAIN!

*CLANG*

(The lights go back on, and we see Aquatic standing over Judge Moody with a
steel chair.)

Aquatic: Foolish woman......your few years on me make no difference. I know
it eats away at you that a 20-year old girl has the title that used to be your
sole domain, but GET USED TO IT! You old bat, you don't have what it takes to
beat the new guns anymore, and if you persist, you will end up the same as you
are right now: blindsided and horribly pained....

(Judge Moody begins to get up, but Aquatic takes her out with another chair
shot.)

Aquatic: ...except you'll STAY down! Geez, if someone's standing over you
with a steel chair, does it seem like it would be smart to stand up? Stupid....

(Aquatic walks off leaving Moody lying.)

FADE

(The camera catches Michael Bole as he stands against the BMWF banner. Next to his stands Dreadnaught, dressed in a “Thug U” T-shirt and a dark pair of sunglasses. Bole puts the mic to his mouth.)

Bole: Dreadnaught, you returned on Bedlam to the BMWF and now have your first match. How is your back doing?

Dreadnaught: I am gonna tell you straight up Bole. The back is all good! You see, milk may do a body good, but rest is the (BLEEP)! Getting away from the ring for a while allowed my body to completely heal. But, as I trained and regained my strength, my hatred grew Bole. I started remembering all those things I have yet to achieve here. I watched as guys like, Lowe, Z, and Scotty took hold of this league as their own. Well, you better loosen up your grip, cause the Dread-daddy is back in town!

Bole: Your first victim of the night was Hardcore Harry. What do you have against him?

Dreadnaught: Well besides the fact that he still uses an outhouse, I seem to remember getting chewed up by a weed wacker. But see, this ain’t just about revenge. I want you to check through your memory and remember the one thing I have yet to hold. When you finally reach the end of the long line of my accomplishments, you will see the US title missing from that list. So, it just happens that the hillbilly has my title, and I want to break him in half!

Dreadnaught: That was strictly payback! See, he was not ready for that, and now, he will always have it in the back of his mind! He said this week he is busy, and that sounds like that is a cop out to me. But, the battle of the Thugs will take place! And when it does, I will show that dinosaur what the streets is all about!

Dreadnaught: And that is going to go down as a match saved by the one and only Thug! Korino, you are just a step on my march to the US title!

*MATCH HIGHLIGHTS*

(Dreadnaught grabs the head of Korino and fires several fists to the forehead. Steve Korino whips Dreadnaught into the ropes and Dreadnaught springs off the ropes with a flying clothesline. Dreadnaught kicks away at the knee of Steve before pulling him off of the mat. Dreadnaught chops Steve and then whips him into the turnbuckle. Dreadnaught follows Korino in with a clothesline. Korino slumps against the turnbuckle and Dreadnaught hits a dropkick. Dreadnaught grabs the head of Korino and hits a tornado DDT. Dreadnaught goes for the cover. 1…2…kick up.)

(Dreadnaught gets body slammed to the mat. Korino bounces against the ropes and attempts an elbow drop. Dreadnaught rolls and Korino crashes hard against the mat. Dreadnaught stalks behind Korino as he gets to his feet. Dreadnaught locks on the Cobra Clutch as Korino fights off the effects. Korino pulls against Dreadnaught and reaches for the top rope. Dreadnaught pulls him back and then drops down, driving the back of Korino’s head into the mat. Dreadnaught leaps up to the top rope and points down at Korino. Dreanaught launches himself into the air and lands the LA Hangover. Dreadnaught with a cover. 1…2…3!)

(The scene opens up in the Seagate Center in Toledo, Ohio. Most of parking
spaces are taking, but one is available. As the camera zooms into the spot,
a sign that says “Ignition’s spot” is placed above Ignition’s spot. The
sound of tires screeching and the camera suddenly pans around and a Yellow
Lamborghini Gallardo, the camera has to move out of the way as the
Lamborghini stops in it’s spot. The camera tries to peer into the tinted
windows, but can’t see a thing. Suddenly the door opens up and a leg wearing
yellow leather pants steps out. The camera follows the leg up revealing
Ignition.)

Ignition: You like it?

(Ignition looks at the car and looks back at the camera.)

Ignition: I have been saving up for this thing for a little while now, and
finally, I got this beauty of a vehicle! This isn’t your ordinary car
either, this is a Lamborghini, and if you know anything about anything, you
know what this car is a one of a kind ride.

(The passenger door all of a sudden opens up and two ladies step out,
dressed in proactive evening attire. The camera pans back to Ignition and he
shrugs his shoulders.)

Ignition: You know what they say, the ladies come with the ride! I didn’t
pay two-hundred thousand and not expect the women to flock to this beast.

(Ignition looks at the ladies.)

Ignition: It’s game time ladies, so take my bags and bring em to my locker
room.

(The girls each grab a bag and the camera turns back to Ignition.)

Ignition: No time for that crap tonight. Can you believe I had this thing up
to a hundred and ninety two miles an hour! I would have gotten pulled over,
but I am not stupid and I bought the top of the line fuzz buster.

(Ignition stands and admires his car.)

Ignition: People do not admire quality. I am not just talking about cars
though. I am talking about The Best Young Gun in the BMWF! I am talking
about the real deal, I am talking about ME! The creator, and originator of
the Nine Circles of Hell Match! There isn’t a wrestler in this business that
can put on a show better than yours truly! I got more guts, more style, and
more heart than any guy around here right now! I remember talking a few
months ago how this year was going to be of Ignition! So far, I say thing’s
are going good, granted I lost my title, but you see that’s a blessing in
disguise. Now I can face whoever, and whenever, and heck, maybe add another
title to my resume.

(Ignition closes his door and starts walking away. He stops then pulls the
key out of his pocket, the sound of an alarm going on is heard, and Ignition
keeps on walking.)

Ignition: Last week, I beat the crap out of the proverbial monkey that was
hangin off my back! I single handedly orchestrated a beating that left the
BMWF tag team champions in a rotting heap. That’s right, I finally delivered
a blow to the Ego of Eco! I have faced these two cats a few times, and every
time they found a way to scrap out a win. Last week though, NO!!

(Ignition shakes his head)

Ignition: I made sure that didn’t happen! When it was all said and done, and
I still had one of those two morons clamped in the Exhaustion, I had a
feeling. A feeling that I had not felt yet in the BMWF. A feeling that I
assume the greats feel on a regular basis! For a short period of time last
week I felt untouchable! I felt that I could take both these two morons out
at the same time! Now that I felt it once, I wanna feel it again. Ignition,
“The Best Young Gun” in the BMWF will be a house hold name when it is over!
Eco, HA, those two are just the start.

(Ignition keeps walking, then the beautiful girls pass him in the hall way.)

Ignition: Bags in the room ladies?

Ladies: Yes Iggy, just like ya wanted.

(They each rub up on Ignition and take deep breathes. Ignition grabs each by
the arm and pushes them away.)

Ignition: Maybe later ladies, but not now, I got stuff that needs doin.

(The ladies drop their heads and keep walking away. Ignition shakes his
head.)

Ignition: Anyways, where was I?

(Ignition thinks for a second.)

Ignition: Ahh I donno, anyways. Next Tuesday, “The Best Young Gun” very well
may be the newest Gold Belt Champion in the BMWF! That’s right, I am going
toe-to-toe with the man known as Tamer. Over the last few months, Tamer and
I have gone at it a few times, and every time, the “Best Young Gun” game out
on top! Every time, the cream rose to the top, and I walked out the champion
every time! Will that change next week? Will I be walking out of the ring
champion again? Maybe. Wouldn’t that be something if I took that belt away
from Tamer so soon? I mean the cat has only had that thing for a little over
a week.

(Ignition gets to his locker room and opens the door.)

Ignition: Either way, the Cincinnati fans will see a great match, and just
maybe a new champion! Tamer, let me say this. You beat Tyrone. . .

(Ignition claps his hand. Then looks at the camera sarcastically.)

Ignition: Good job, if I seen ya right now I would pat ya on the back. The
thing is Tamer, I am a whole different beast then Tryone. You never know
what I am gonna do in the ring, I can hit you with many different styles,
and you won’t like any of them, So, get over yourself, and get ready for
Monday, because you will have your hands full, I promise.

(Ignition winks at the camera and walks collapses on the couch.)

Ignition: That’s all ahead of me though, far ahead. Right in front of me
though, is a cat that has been here as long as me. The Light Heavyweight
Champion, Ryushi Fujita. Tonight we will be throwing down some serious moves
for the fans. I don’t got anything against the man, and frankly I like how
he wrestles. Just because I like him though, doesn’t mean I will take it
easy on him! I wouldn’t take it easy on Scotty himself if I wrestled him,
and I got more respect for Scotty than anyone in this place! So Ryushi, in a
little while, you just make sure you get yourself to that ring, because you
won’t have to worry about getting yourself out, that will probably be taken
care of.

(Ignition leans back and flashes a smile at the camera as it FADES to
black.)

Elektroshock pinned William Black with the Flying Splash in 0:07:36.
Rating: * 1/4

("High Voltage" by AC/DC blasts over the PA as Elektroshock makes his way towards the ring. He rushes towards the ring and slides under the ropes. Once inside the ring, he raises both arms as in victory.)

Elektroshock: Buonas noches Toledo, Ohio!!!!!

(The crowd cheers.)

Elektroshock: William Black, I have to admit that you are brave. Your very first pay-per-view you faced Darklord. Now granted Darklord pretty much destroyed you... But you did go out there and face him. I said you were brave.... Not smart but brave. You once again show the world that you are not too bright by facing a luchadore. You do not have the skills to handle a luchadore. You are too slow and sluggish. You actually... Bore me. Come young one... This is an evening that you shall never forget.

*MATCH HIGHLIGHTS*

(Black Irish Whips Electroshock into the corner. Electroshock reverses. The referee gets

squashed in the corner by accident. Black ducks a clothesline and connects with a spinebuster. With Electroshock down and the referee temporarily laid out, Black removes a turnbuckle pad. Black drags Electroshock to his feet and slams him face first into the exposed steel and then hits the Empty Chamber '03. The referee wakes up out of his daze just in time to see the pinfall and administers the count.)

(However, Elektrochock's foot was on the ropes and the match continued.)

(Kolic is shown in his locker room about to speak.)

Kolic: All around me, I see arrogance. The Eco-System, dominant in their
field, as are all of Prime Time. That arrogance is justified, however. The
arrogance I hate is from those who think they can do things they can’t.

First, Ryushi Fujita. He thinks that because he holds the Lightweight title,
he dominates the entire division. Sure, I didn’t bring everything I had to
Bedlam Bowl, but come Monday, I’ll show everyone what I can do. I will take
the title that is rightfully mine and be recognized as the top lightweight.

Second, all these rookies. Some have only had one match and they think they
can challenge us. I’ll start with Black. This guy has more guts than
intelligence, which was made obvious with his Bowl match against Darklord.
That match must have seriously damaged his brain, since he now wants to
challenge Mineral. Scrappy Joe Tunny. Come on! The guy left after a few
matches, and he comes back completely insane. Sure, naked aggression may
earn you a few cheap victories, but only cold reason will make you a
superstar...unless you get lucky, as many at the top have.

Now for the newest of the new. Check that, the most stupid of the stupid.
Ezekiel rambles on and on about truth, but he knows nothing. He doesn’t know
the truth of mathematics, or electronics, or even basic physics. He may
claim intelligence, but it’s all hollow. Randy Valentino is just another
egotistical moron more concerned with working out every muscle except the
brain. When the time is right, he will get what he deserves. As for Tobey
Milken...that little punk has been calling me out, but I won’t do anything.
Yet. He can call me a coward all he wants; I’ll be expecting that. I know
that the time isn’t right for him to get his.

That’s all I have to say, I have a match against a fellow PT member to
prepare for. I know he won’t go easy on me, so I won’t either.

(Kolic turns to leave...but stops)

Kolic: Oh yeah, Milken, if you THINK about attacking me, I’ll de-beautify
your face so you NEVER work in the movies again. Consider yourself warned.

(Kolic exits the locker room)

(The scene opens in the BMWF locker room. "Mr.
Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt is at the vanity, putting
the finishing touches on his makeup. Truck is doing
sit-ups nearby.)

Truck: Why they got me fightin' Kolic? Ain't he
Prime Time now?

Vernon: Yes, indeed he is. I have no idea why you
are scheduled to face him though. That's management
for you.

Truck: Well, what should I do?

(Vernon turns around and gives Truck the look.)

Truck: Just try an' beat the hell outta him?

Vernon: Precisely, Truck. If nothing else, look at
this as his initiation.

Truck: 'Nitiation huh? Sounds cool with me.

Vernon: Truck, make him pay his dues. He has to earn
his spot the hard way.

Truck: That's right! I's gon' do it!

(Clancy walks in as Truck storms out, revved up for
his match.)

Clancy: What in the hell was that?

Vernon: I just got Truck psyched up for his match
with Kolic.

Clancy: Oh. (he chuckles) Well looks like you did a
good job o' that. Anyway, I wanted t'have a little
conversation with ya.

Vernon: Pertaining to?

Clancy: Well, the fact that you have Hardcore Harry
and Pain both gunnin' for ya.

Vernon: Bah!

Clancy: Don't you "Bah!" me, son. We need to plan
somethin'.

Vernon: Bah!

(Clancy sighs and shakes his head.)

Vernon: Trust me. I have a plan.

Clancy: And that would be?

Vernon: I think you'll have to wait until Monday,
Clancy, like everyone else.

Clancy: You rascal!

Vernon: The best and brightest. Just trust me, this
idea....is most fantabulous.

Clancy: Well, I'll take your word for it then.

Vernon: Good. Now, what do you say we go visit the
catering table. I'd really love a portabella
sandwich.

Clancy: You an' those fancy fungi!

Vernon: It's better than those deep fried grease
chunks, or whatever you like to eat all the time.

Clancy: I eat southern cookin', son...down home food.

Vernon: They call it down home because you end up
down home after eating it...in the ground. What's
your cholesterol like anyway?

Clancy: Let's not get into that now, son.

Vernon: Fine. But you are going to get checked out
sooner or later, Clancy. It's for your own good.

Clancy: Alright, alright. Let's go.

(They exit.)

FADE OUT

Truck made Kolic submit to the Crawdad Claw in 0:07:43.
Rating: ** 1/4

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.)

(The Bruisertron shows the following message:)

2 late
2 win
4 you it’s over

(“Yesterday” by StainD plays over the PA, and the crowd starts to boo.)

You don’t know what you put me through
But it’s okay, I’ve forgiven you
But in some way, I hope it (BLEEP) with you
Hope it (BLEEP) with you

(Kolic walks to the ring and sneers at the crowd. He jumps off the top rope
and savate kicks the air.)

Yesterday
A boy and already afraid
Locked deep inside, my place to hide
To hide from how you made me feel

(Match Spot)

(Kolic whips Truck to the ropes, Truck reverses. Truck attempts a
clothesline, but Kolic ducks. Kolic rebounds and hits a dropkick. Kolic goes
for the pin and gets a 2-count. Kolic climbs the turnbuckle and hits a
plancha on Truck. Kolic picks up Truck and whips him into the turnbuckle. He
follows in with a clothesline. He hits a 10-count punch on Truck, then
shoves him to the mat. Kolic stomps Truck in the back of the head. He picks
up Truck, whips him into the ropes, and hits a drop toehold, leaving Truck
on the second rope. Kolic rebounds off the far ropes and hits a 619. He
waits for Truck to stand, then hits the Slide Rule.)

"Dear White Lightning,
I REMEMBER WHAT YOU DID. And I would advise you to be more careful......I
was 10 steps away from being able to take my revenge on you earlier than
planned. Of course, I am not that impolite, and I stick to my timetables. TWO
WEEKS, THREE DAYS. What willYOU be doing the 22nd?
Sincerely,
H.H.
P.S. Oh, and you might want to open the package I left. I took the time to
make you such a nice gift."

(The camera cuts to the "present" which just happens to
be a "severed" White Lightning mannequin head.)

FADE

(The scene opens in the back. Tamer is throwing punches at a punching bag.
Tamer is in his wrestling gear and has his Gold Belt around his waist.
“Dream on” by Aerosmith is playing in the background.)

Tamer: Another night, another match. And my dream just keeps living on.
Tonight I face Ultimate Guerrero. I’m feeling at my best. I am the Gold
Belt champions. Prime Time is running strong with a brand new member who’s
got a hell of a lot of heart. I feel great. I want everyone to know...

(Tamer throws a hard punch that sends the bag swinging. Tamer moves out of
the bags way and faces the camera.)

Tamer: Let yourself dream on. Cause dreams are the best thing you can have.
I am living proof that dreams come true. I have a family again, A whole new
lease on life. That’s what I’ve wanted for so long. Ultimate, I feel sorry
for you. Because nothings gonna stop me now. I am more determined than ever
to just keep moving foreword. I have that fighting spirit. I have what it
takes, which I always knew. But I’ve put it all together. I am concentrated,
skilled, and practically unstoppable. No…No...No...I am not being cocky. For
the first time I am confident in myself, in my ability. I know how to play
my strengths. I know what I’m doing. Guerrero, See you in the ring because
tonight…you get tamed!

FADE

PA: Viva la raza!

(The crowd begins to cheer as Ultimate Guerrero’s music kicks up over the PA system. They are rewarded for their applause as Ultimate Guerrero drives a Chevy Impala out from the side of the entranceway. He pulls it out to the side of the stage and puts it into park. He grabs the hydraulics controller and starts to jump the car up and down to the crowd’s delight. He stops the car and hops out over the window. He quickly makes his way down the aisle and slides into the ring. He heads straight to the corner and raises his hands to the crowd as he flips his hair back out of his mask and face. He drops back down to the mat and is handed a microphone.)

Ultimate: Tamer… you are a champion. You seem… to be a happy man… right now. I am happy… too. And I want… to continue that. I also want… to be a champion. I want… what you have. Bad for me… is that… your title… is not on the line. But I will keep working. That is all… one can ask. I will work hard… and maybe then… I can get a title shot. At you… at anyone. It doesn’t… matter. I just want… to be a champion. And I want… to keep winning. So make… me happy. Give me… a good match. I will… give you… my best shot. And then… you can get me… a match… with you… for that belt. Sound… like… a deal?

(Ryushi Fujita is standing backstage, mere moments away from his match with Ignition. His face is tense with anticipation, his body electric with energy as he is ready to face one of the top young stars in the BMWF. He continues to get loose as he speaks.)

Ryushi Fujita: Ignition, tonight you and I face off in what could and should be a great match. Tonight here in Toledo (Fujita pauses for the cheap crowd pop) we're gonna blow the roof off this place. Unfortunately for you, it'll be my hand that is raised as the victor. See you in the ring Iggy.

(“TNT” hits at the stage fills with smoke. The fans Toledo explode to their
feet as the smoke clears and Ignition is standing at the top of the ramp
with his hands in the air and pyro shooting off behind him. Ignition throws
his arms down and rushes to the ring handing out high fives and hand shakes
along the way. When Ignition gets to the bottom of the ramp he slides under
the bottom rope and twirls around the ring with his hands in the air. He
settles down and leans on the top rope. Ignition pulls a mic from his back
pocket and speaks.)

Ignition: TOLEDO!!! THE BEST YOUNG GUN IS IN THE HOUSE!!!

(The crowd cheers as Ignition paces the ring.)

Ignition: Here’s how it is going down tonight. Ignition is going to razzle,
Ignition is going to Dazzle, and when it’s all said and done Ignition plans
on walking out of this thing with a notch in the W column!

("When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin begins to play and a single light hits a small mirror ball above the wrestler's entrance, splitting the light into thousands of "diamonds" that swirl across the crowd. A pretty good pop from the crowd greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area with the BMWF Light Heavyweight Title around his waist. He has a focused look on his face as he cautiously makes his way down the aisle and slides inside the ring. He unbuckles the belt and hands it to the ref before bouncing off the ropes a couple of times before handing the belt to the ref and looks across the ring at Ignition.)

(a Post-It Note on the wall.
He reads it as the camera zooms in.)

"Dear LoweDown,
You don't think we forgot you might have your boy's back, did you? When
the deadline comes for White Lightning, do not attempt to interfere. The BMWF
youngbloods have run rampant, and we feel the need to exact our special kind of
justice.
Sincerely,
V.
P.S. You may think this is a joke or another fraud like the last time, and
you are free to think so, but DON'T PROTECT THE CHILD, OR IT WILL BE YOUR HEAD
AS WELL AS HIS."

FADE

(The lights go out as the opening of "Thriller" by Michael Jackson blasts over the PA. Suddenly a spotlight hits the rampway to show La Pakka dancing. He begins to make his way down to the ring. He stops to dance with a child before entering the ring.)

Pakka: Vernon Vanderbilt, it amazes me that you can even walk after what Pain did to you. How is your neck essa? How is your back? Better yet... How is your mind? You know Pain can attack at any time. Scotty even has trouble keepiing that monster under control... You know he won't listen to me. But Vernon, no matter what you do. No matter what you think... Tonight will not be an easy night I assure you. You may think that you are coming in for an easy victory. I respect the skills but you do not respect mine. After tonight, you will respect me.

P.A.: You're simply the best...
           Better than all the rest...
           Better than anyone...
           Anyone I've ever met...

(The arena lights begin to flicker and flash wildly as
Tina Turner's hit begins to play. A shower of silver
and blue glitter falls above the entranceway as "Mr.
Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt emerges, followed by Mr.
Beauregarde. Vernon blows a few kisses to the crowd
then points to the stars. He spreads his arms and
smiles at the audience before running his hands over
the Intercontinental Championship belt around his
waist. He finally starts toward the ring. He reaches
ringside and exchanges greetings with some fans before
entering. He takes off the belt and holds it over his
head for all to see before handing it to the ref. He
then heads to his corner, awaiting the start of the
match.)

PA: We Lie… We Cheat… We Steal…

(Latino Heat’s music hits over the PA system as the crowd begins to boo. He takes his time stepping out from the back with a smile on his face and a stroll in his step. He confidently struts out to the entranceway and absorbs all of the boos that are directed at him. He takes his time walking down the aisle and trash talking the fans that are jawing at him. He rolls into the ring and heads to one of the corners. He climbs up and extends both of his hands out to his sides. After a few seconds he pulls his hands in and beats his chest with his right hand. He drops down to the mat and grabs a microphone.)

Latino Heat: Tyrone Smith, let me tell ya something, essa. I don’t care what ya got goin’ wrong for ya’. This ain’t yer time. See, we both gotta realize what’s going on. We both want to attain greatness. We both want to be champions. We both want to rule this federation. But thinks ain’t always been goin’ so well for us. As hard as we try, things just happen and stuff gets taken from us. The difference between me and you though is I’m gonna do something about it tonight. Instead of lettin’ the man take things from me, I’m gonna steal everything else you got left from you. I know it ain’t much. I know your shell of a man. So whatever it may be that you still got, I’m gonna take it. Whether I gotta lie, cheat or steal to do it tonight, it’s how its gonna be. So if ya’ can’t stand this Heat… then stay out of the kicthen… because essa…. Ya will get burned.

The Chicago Way (Aquatic, Inferno and Mineral) defeated
The bWo (Judge Moody, The Judge and White Lightning) when Mineral pinned Moody
after the Nature's Fury in 0:23:22.
Rating: *** 1/4

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

("Bring me To Life" by Evanescence plays over the PA System as the Eco-System
comes out. They walk down to ringside, trash-talking with fans as they walk.
Inferno and Mineral hop up to teh apron and Inferno holds the ropes as Aquatic
walks in. They then
follow, and Inferno grabs a mike.)

Inferno: All right, all right, will you all shut up for one second? (Audience
begins to chant "YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!) SHUT UP! That wasn't an
important match, I had every right to tap out! (Audience continues chanting.)
STOP IT!!!! All right,that's it! You insufferable people, I dedicate tonight's
destruction of Legal Corruption's remains to your blatent ignorance! And if
you have a problem with that....DEAL WITH IT!

(Inferno throws the mike down and the Eco-System bounds of the ropes in
anticipation.)

*DURING THE MATCH*

("The Director" Shawn Rollins is standing at the entrance way to the ring. He stands the ramp with a cut board in hand and a mega phone.)

Shawn: CUT, CUT, CUT! This is no good. This match is simply boring Inferno, even for a man like you.

(Inferno is just standing and looking at Shawn)

Shawn: What this match needs is more, I don't know, PASSION maybe. Maybe a little more anger, you don't look angry enough Inferno. You see I'm not buying that you are really interested in this match. You seem bored, you seem a little... oh whats the work... ah yes, PATHETIC. So I want to help you out Inferno.

Shawn: That's right Inferno,I WANT TO HELP YOU OUT. I want to give you some motivation.

(Tobey Miliken sneaks behind Inferno with the wooden directors chair in hand, the crowd is screaming and trying to warn Inferno)

Shawn: Tobey, give the man some motivation.

(Inferno turns around and Tobey Miliken smacks the wooden chair over Inferno's head.)

(Tobey runs out of the ring and into the crowd before anyone can stop him)

Shawn: Very good Tobey, and now lets get back to work gentlemen. Lights camera and ACTION!

(Shawn Rollins leaves the entrance way laughing)

(The camera fades in to show Hardcore Harry and Slim Jim Sullivan standing
in front of the BMWF Live set. Harry has the BMWF U.S. Title slung over his
shoulder and he has a water bottle in his hand)

Slim: Hello again folks, I am here with the current United States Champion,
Hardcore Harry.

(Harry smiles and bows his head to Slim)

Harry: That’s right Slim, and you better get used to it. Who else is a
better U.S. Champion than a full blooded North Carolinian? I mean look who
had the title, Ignition, a sorry little clueless Union member.

Slim: Speaking of Union members, tonight you are going up against the leader
of the Union, Scotty Scott.

Harry: Ahhh yes, good ol’ Scotty Scott. You and I go way back don’t we
buddy? Hell you and I used to go hang out after the shows with all them
girls and…. well lets just end it there.

(Harry laughs)

Slim: Well none the less you and him will be squaring off for the third
time, and that’s here tonight.

Harry: Three times eh? Who won the last two? Ah who cares all I remember is
the first, the double DQ match. Ah what a match that was, match of the year
if I am correct.

(There is a smile on Harry’s face)

Harry: Well that is all in the past and tonight is tonight so Scotty let me
just tell you this, I am more ready for you than ever before. You may try to
talk about how I am not in your league but where have you been? You are
barely in mine!

(The mood on Harry’s face turns into a serious one)

Harry: Scotty my man, you and I are going to go down in one hell of a battle
but when your laying there all beaten and bruised you will then know that
Extreme Hardcore Entertainment has just passed your @$$ by!!!

(Harry goes to walk off but Slim grabs him by the arm)

Slim: Wait Harry, what do you have to say about that mystery stalker?

(Harry stares Slim down)

Harry: You just had to bring…. him up didn’t you?

Slim: Him? Do you know who it is?

Harry: Well if I knew who it was it wouldn’t be a mystery would it? All I
can tell you now Slim is that this will be this poor souls LAST MISTAKE!!!

Fade……

Scotty Scott made Hardcore Harry submit to the Scottmission in 0:10:02.
Rating: **** 1/4

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out to the cheers of the fans. He stands there with the infamous tatered black towel drapped over his head. HIs fists are taped with the number 13 on one hand and the letters FTW on his right. He begins to walk down to the ring. He walks right past Hardcore Harry as if he were not there and stands in the center of the ring with his arms folded taking in the cheers of the fans.)

Scotty: Ya know not many people have a second chance to make thin's right. BUt ya had a chance but ya turned yer back on the Union for a second time. When thin's looked tough, ya bailed out. Yer just a miserable punk like Latino Heat. Now I know that yer just tryin' to make sure that ya don't lose that US title by not defendin' it 'gainst me. Ain't nothin' worng wit that. I know deep down that ya fear what I could do ta ya. But ya know after tanight, I got bigger fish ta fry. I got White Lightin' ta deal wit. Whitey.... Ya broke the unwritten law... Ya never spit in the wind... Ya never tug at Superman's cape... And ya d@mn sure never BLEEP me off.... So HArry.... Beat me... If ya can.... Survive... If I let ya....

*After the Harry/Scotty match*

(Dreadnaught sprints down to the ring and dumps Scotty over the top rope. Dreadnaught kicks away at Harry in the corner and pulls him up. Dreadnaught grabs him and slams him to the mat with a Dread-bomb. Dreadnaught rolls out of the ring and grabs a mic.)

Dreadnaught: Listen up Scotty, you want to wait until the grandest stage of all, you got it! But, that will be your last match!

(Dreadnaught rolls back into the ring over the fallen Hardcore Harry.)

Dreadnaught: But, since that makes me available for No Way In, what do you say Harry? I can’t hear you, but I will just assume that’s a yes! I want the US Title. The streets are demanding that I have the US title, and you can’t stop me! I will have it, and I came to bring the pain. Now, when you wake up, you will know that Dreadnaught is The Thug, and you are the next punk to get broke off!

(Dreadnaught holds his hands in the air and then exits the ring area and walks up the ramp.)

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as Pain walks out. He looks down into the ring at Lowedown as he walks. His glare never leaves LOwedown as he steps over the top rope. Once inside the ring Pain raises his arms and drops them as flames shoot out of the ringposts.)

Pain: Lowedown... You have been fortunate in the past against me... At first I thought you were just some guy riding off reputation. But you have earned everything you have gotten. For that I will not totally destroy you. Lowedown, I never say I am sorry for anything I have ever done. So don't expect one tonight. LOwedown, it will be my pleasure to have your blood on my hands. Vernon Vanderbilt, I hope that you are listening..... I am not even close to being through with you. I saw the fear in your eyes Monday night. I heard you almost cry when I threw you off the stage. It made me feel like myself when I did that. You are everything I hate Vernon. So I promise you this... You will never be the same after I am through with you.

Handicap-Match:
Master Z defeated Team Beautiful (Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy) when Z pinned
Tazan Boy with the Atomic Driver in 0:11:07.
Rating: **

(“Victory” played throughout the arena. Master Z walked down to the ring engulfed in white light. The World Championship Belt around his waist sparkled with each step.)

(Master Z, upon entering the ring, held his title high. He handed it to the ring attendant and attacked Tarzan Boy and Rey Bucanerro from behind.)

(Master Z continued to disadvantage his opponents by using many dirty tactics like eye gouges, choke holds, and groin shots. Master Z kept one man in the ring at a time.)

(Before long, the world champ proved to be too much for even two men. Master Z visibly wore both Tarzan Boy and Rey Bucanerro out. Master Z launched ray over the top rope and hit Tarzan Boy with an Atomic Driver.)

(Master Z made a flagrant cover on Tarzan Boy as his teammate laid unconscious on the outside.)

(Suddenly, Lowedown rapelled down from the top of ceiling and dropped down with a steel chair as he landed right behind Z and slammed the steel chair in the back of his head. Lowedown pulled the cord from around his waist and stood on the mat as he slammed the steel chair repeatedly against the back of Z as the crowd counted with each shot. Lowedown finally threw the steel chair down and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles. Lowedown waited for Z to get on his knees as he then drove a brass knuckles shot into the back of Z's head and watched him drop to the ground. Lowedown then grabbed a rope from his pocket and wrapped it around the neck of Z and drug him around the ring, Lowedown forcefully threw Master Z into the corner and then stomped on the chest of Z as the crowd continued to watch on. Lowedown then slid out of the ring and pulled the cord from Z's neck and tied it against the steel ringpost. Z quickly grabbed the left arm and tied it up against the rope as he continued to pull back on the neck of Z as he reached over and tied up the right arm. Lowedown slid back into the ring and grabbed onto the legs of Z and leaned back choking the life out of Z. The referees flooded the ring trying to get Lowedown away from the World champion as Lowedown swung wildly with one arm and barely missed two of them...)

(Lowedown continued to choke Z out as one of the referee finally made the attempt to pull him away as he grabbed the hair of Lowedown. Even the crowd let out a collective "Ohhhhhhhh" as Lowedown finally dropped the legs of Z and turned his attention to the referee. The referee leapt over the top rope as Lowedown chased him away. Lowedown then looked over to Master Z and was tossed the microphone...)

LD:Guess what champ?!? I bet you're already feeling that title slipping away from you don't ya? You can talk all you want Z, but I'm going to give you this advice.

(Lowedown pauses as he places his boot into the throat of Z...)

LD:You can talk alot of bullbleep, but if you don't show that title a bit more respect. I won't be facing you at Bruisermania. I might just be facing someone else! Maybe someone who can wear that belt and not make it look like costume jewelry! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:That is the Lowedown on that ya melee mouth sonofableep!

(Lowedown turned back around as Flame brought a bucket into the ring and handed it to her husband. Lowedown wasted no time as he threw a bucket of red paint right into the face of Master Z and then dropped the bucket right in between Z's legs and then backed away just enough to catch a football style kick that almost shaped the bucket around the groin of Z. Lowedown then slid out of the ring and gave Master Z the bird before he walked back up the ramp...)

Card rating: **