BMWF Live

Date : 2/13/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : World Arena Colorado Springs Colorado

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

("Because of You" by Nickelback played as the Bruisertron lit up to show Lowedown and Flame sitting outside of the World arena in the back of his pick-up truck as Lowedown rises up and stares at the camera. Flame covers herself with Lowedown's trenchcoat as he climbs out of the truck and leans against the truck...)

Lowedown:I don't know about you, but I really enjoy cold weather around here. It chills the heat in my crimson blood for a short time until I step into the ring against someone. Tonight, that someone is you Tamer. I hope you're listening Tamer because I have a serious question for you.

(Pause)

Lowedown:What were you thinking son? You and your Primers come down and try to ambush me? It was almost too funny. You and the rest of your jack@$$ bunch had the guts to jump me and what can I say except...BIG MISTAKE! You see Tamer, I'm the kind of guy who has two options and two options only when it comes to people like you. I can either shake it off and chalk it up to a bad move on your part or I can handle business the best way I know how which is painful and with alot of bloodflow! You can guess which one I picked huh?

(Pause)

Lowedown:You seem to think you have the momentum to run this federation, but I have news for you boys. As long as I'm still in this business, you'll never run this show. As long as I'm still alive and kicking, you will never be the best in this business. You boys will have to settle for second best like you always have in life. Just another group of no talent, slow witted, hair care product wearin', jack@$$ clowns riding in the same clown car! Tamer, you and I have a bit of problem and I'm going to take a bit of personal pleasure in hurting you tonight right here in Colorado Springs!

(Cheap pop)

Lowedown:But there is something else on my mind right now and I think it needs to be addressed. Wouldn't you agree...(looks down for a moment and then back up with his eyes)...Tyrone?

(Crowd gives a mixed reaction to the sound of Tyrone Smith's name...)

Lowedown:I listened to what you had to say last week and I wasn't too happy about it. You talk about me turning my back on you? Tyrone, you have bounced around this federation almost as much as the Lurker and you have the nerve to insult me like that? You may be a Jamaican Juggernaut around here, but you're not as smart as you look huh?

(Pause)

Lowedown:Tyrone, I respected you man as a wrestler and as one tough SOB without question. But with you taking your sweet @$$ in that tag team match and then walking out like you did is just bullBLEEP in my opinion! You come back from a painful and career threatening neck injury and I guess the doctor's forgot to put your spine back in huh? That's okay for me I guess. I have no problem shoving it back in for you this monday night! Alot of people ask me where this anger is coming from and I told them the moment you said I left you and Scotty hanging high and dry, you dug up a grave that should have been left untouched. You brought up something that never needed to be brought up again. You digging up all that bullbleep does nothing but BLEEP me off Tyrone! Do you understand me Tyrone? Do you understand?

(Pause)

Lowedown:I don't know where you're coming from Tyrone. I do however know where you're going this monday night. You are going to sleep. I am locking this arm around your neck and watching your eyes slowly flicker in the back of your head. Then when you're counting sheep in the middle of that ring, I'm going let the blood flow all...night...long! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Lowedown:Do ya feel me?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Lowedown:I said...

(Lowedown stops as he realizes he forgot to mention something...)

Lowedown:Hold the phone! Something just came to me! It seems that the bWo is facing Prime Time this monday night for control of the Prime Tim house if I'm not mistaken. I don't know about you folks, but I think I'll be watching this very closely. Plus, I want to see which one of the bWo members sleeps in Vernon's room and actually be able to sleep without shivering at the sight of all the rubber outfits!

(Crowd laughs as Lowedown shivers for a moment and then continues...)

Lowedown:Folks, it will be a night to remember! DO YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:OH HELL YEAH!

fade...

Shame Douglas and Steve Korino battled to a draw in 0:10:00.
Rating: ** 3/4

(The scene opens in Tyrone's locker room, where he is stretching in
preparation for the main event later in the night. There's a soft knock at
the door, and before Tyrone can answer, the door opens and in walks Sarah
Lyn. Tyrone appears very angry while Sarah looks so innocent)

Tyrone: What da ....

Sarah: Well, hello to you too, babe.

Tyrone: What do ya want?!

Sarah: Wasn't I clear Monday? I want you, Tyrone! I want you back so badly,
I do.

Tyrone: Wh.....

Sarah: I know! I know exactly what you're going to say, babe. Believe me I
do! I made your life hell. I treated you like absolute (beep) for well over
a year now. I broke your heart, I know. I.... (speaking quietly and fast)
did alot of things with Jason... (back to normal voice) which I totally
regret now, because I knew how much you and he hate each other.

Tyrone: Sarah, ya did more dan all dat... Ya made me hate life... Ya tried
yer d@mnedest to destroy me, but ya know what?

(Long pause)

Tyrone: All ya did is make me stronger! An' now I'm perfectly fine wit'out
ya, Sarah. I've got a new girl in my li...

Sarah: (scoff) That little tramp? Tyrone, how old is she? 15?!

(Tyrone jumps up from his sitting position and sticks his finger right in
Sarah's face. He has a stern look on his face)

Tyrone: (speaking slowly) Don't... ya.... dare....

(Sarah gently lowers Tyrone' s hand from her face)

Sarah: Ok, babe, I know you're still attached to that... (catching Tyrone's
look) right... But you have to believe me Tyrone. I love you so much. I
never stopped. I got selfish and....

Tyrone: An' ya lost be b'cuz of it... G'bye Sarah....

(Tyrone begins to  push sarah out of his room)

Sarah: But what about Monday?  You pulled Rachel off of me and carried me
back here.

Tyrone: I saved yer (beep)in' @$$... Rachel would've killed ya... even at
age 15.

(Tyrone again pushes Sarah out. She spins around and kisses Tyrone
passionately. When she pulls away, she smiles coyly at Tyrone)

Sarah: Now are you trying to tell me that you still don't have feelings for
me?

(Sarah walks out the door and turns around to look at Tyrone)

Sarah: So I guess I'll be seeing you around?

(She closes the door. Tyrone turns around and wipes his mouth. He has a look
of disgust on his face)

Tyrone: Stupid (beep)in' (beep)... I stopped having feelin's a long time
ago.....

(Tyrone's expression changes from disgust to confusion)

Tyrone:....I thought I did...

(fade)

(Hit Em Up starts to  play over the PA system. The words ABOVE THE LAW
scroll across the Bruisertron as Mafioso makes his way onto the ramp with a
mic in hand)

Mafioso: Kolic let's get down to business. Tonight I may be facing Johnny
Stinker but it might as well be you! Face it, we both know that
Light-Heavyweight Championship belt will soon be in my hands again! That's a
fact and there's nothing you or Ryushi can do about it!

(Mafioso drops the mic and heads back to his locker room)

Mafioso defeated Johnny Stinker by countout in 0:00:49.
Rating: *

(The highlight of the match was when Stinker had an accident in his pants and had to run off to the toilet!)

(Michael Bole is standing outside in a thick jacket, a wool hat and mittens and earmuffs. He is waiting for the wrestlers to arrive as a yellow cab comes to a stop. Out of the back seat steps Scrappy Joe Tunny, also dressed for the cold. He takes out his wallet to pay the cab driver as Bole approaches.)

Bole: Hey, Tunny. Ready for an interview?

Tunny: Wait a minute, will ya, Bole? I’m tryin’ to pay the cabbie.

(Tunny looks through his wallet, takes out a dollar bill, then looks over at Bole.)

Tunny: Ya got a fiver you could lend me, Bole? I’m short.

Bole: Five dollars? That’s one hour’s pay for me. I don’t know.

(Tunny steps toward Bole menacingly.)

Bole: (Stepping back quickly) B-but what’s five dollars between friends, right!

(Bole fishes out a five dollar bill and hands it to Tunny, who passes it on to the driver. The cab speeds away.)

Bole: So tell me, why did you come in a cab anyway? And where’s your brother?

Tunny: Chuck is with the car – getting’ it fixed. My moron of a brother sent the pickup right into a telephone pole. Nearly sent me through the windshield! I told him I don’t need him tonight, an’ not to look at me again until the pickup’s fixed.

Bole: You don’t think you need him tonight? You do remember that you’re facing Truck tonight, right?

Tunny: ‘A course I know that, ya pansy! An’ I intend to smash up this Truck just as much as my brother smashed up my truck! He’s a big fella, but I’ve felled bigger.

Bole: What about Black and Ezekiel? Things have gotten quite heated lately with those two. Don’t you think you may need someone to watch your back tonight?

Tunny: Hey, Bole! Are you my manager or are you the minimum wage geek who pesters all the wrestlers?

Bole: Well….I’m not your manager.

Tunny: That’s right! So let me worry ‘bout my own problems – an’ don’t pretend to care! Zeke an’ Black will get what’s comin’ to ‘em real soon. I’ll enjoy beatin’ the both of ‘em senseless at Bedlam, even though I’ve gotta team up with pretty boy Valentino to do it! So, Bole, you’ve gotten yer interview, an’ I’m goin’ inside for some hot chocolate b’fore I go out an’ wreck the big Truck!

(Tunny walks away. Bole turns toward the camera man.)

Bole: You think I should ask him to repay me the five bucks?

(The camera man starts laughing as the scene fades.)

Triangle Match:
Rachel Pitt defeated Aquatic and Judge Moody when Rachel pinned Moody with the
Kiss of Death in 0:08:36.
Rating: ** 1/4

(The camera catches Bole as he waits near the entrance door of the World Arena. The door flies open and Dreadnaught steps through door.)

Bole: Dread, how do you feel about facing Ultimate Guerrero tonight?

Dreadnaught: Is that who they lined me up with? That cat ain’t got nothin’ on the Dread-daddy! I have beaten him before, and on Live, right here in Colorado Springs, I will destroy him and send him back to Mexico selling ponchos at resorts. He thinks he can amaze me with all of his masks and fancy moves. Well, tonight, the Dread-bomb will leave all of Mexico in awe of the Thug!

(Dreadnaught pulls his sunglasses down and stares into the camera before walking down the hall.)

(Michael Bole is standing by with Truck and Mr.
Beauregarde.)

Bole:  Truck, tonight you take on BMWF newcomer
"Scrappy" Joe Tunny.  Now, considering that you just
lost to another newcomer, William Black, at Bedlam...

Clancy:  Hold on now, Michael.  We ain't here for you
t' criticize nobody.

Bole:  Well, he did lose.

Clancy:  Just get on with the interview, son.

Bole:  Truck, what is your strategy for tonight's
match?  Can you rebound from your latest setback?

Truck:  You damn straight I'm a bounce back!  Who the
hell is dis Tunny fella anyhow?  Y'ask me...he ain't
gon' 'mount to nothin' in the BMWF.  Only thing
scrappy 'bout him is his clothes!

Clancy:  Y'see, Michael, t'night Truck is gonna do
what Truck does best.

Truck:  Beat th' livin' hell outta somebody!

Bole:  So you're...

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

(Truck storms off, revved up and ready to go.  Clancy
follows him, leaving Michael Bole all alone.)

Bole:  On with the show!

Truck made Joe Tunny submit to the Crawdad Claw in 0:12:18.
Rating: *** 1/2

(The scene opens up in a lush hotel, with higher than high ceilings, draped
with chandeliers. The camera man makes his way past the lobby, and through a
series of corridors. As the camera man walks through a set of doors leading
to the outside deck, the camera is surrounded by steam. Once the camera man
walks through the steam, Ignition is sitting in a hot tub with a woman on
each side of him.)

Ignition: Well, well, well, look who came to ruin my party.

(Ignition looks at both of the girls.)

Ignition: Hit the road ladies.

(The ladies looked shocked.)

Lady #1: You are going to ditch us, for that?

(Ignition shrugs his shoulders and smiles.)

Ignition: Yeah.

Lady #2: How RUDEEE.

(Ignition looks at his watch.)

Ignition: Common ladies, get outta here, your stealin my air time.

Lady #1: FINE! But you won’t be seeing us later!

(Ignition smirks.)

Ignition: We’ll see about that.

(The ladies get up out of the hot tub and run off.)

Lady #2: Ughhh!

Ignition: Finally.

(The camera man whispers something to Ignition.)

Ignition: What’s that?

(The camera man whispers it again.)

Ignition: I can’t hear ya guy, just say it.

Camera man: You ditched those ladies for an interview? I mean, I could see
if it were a Bedlam or PPV interview, but a Live interview? I guess I am
saying, you let a good thing go to waste.

(Ignition sits there with a look of distain and confusion.)

Ignition: You’re right!

(Ignition gets up out of the hot tub and starts to run off then stops and
jumps back in the hot tub.)

Ignition: Too late, and too damn cold to try and get those women back. It
don’t matter though, because an interview is an interview, Live or not. The
women just bog ya down, so what do ya say I get this little show on the
road.

(Ignition spreads his arms and rests them on the hot tub ledge.)

Ignition: First things, first, tonight The Best Young Gun goes one-on-one
with the INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION, Verne Vanderbilt! Let me tell you
something about Verne. . .

(Ignition reaches back and grabs a beer; he takes a couple chugs and sets it
down.)

Ignition: The thing about Verne is, he has proven himself time, and time,
AND time again. He has done it all, except for the whole World Title thing.
He even is in one of the up and coming, big time, styling stables in the
BMWF. I will admit, Verne and the people surrounding him emit style, and
that’s all good, but there’s one big glaring problem Verne is going to have.
When Verne steps into that ring with The Best Young Gun in the business,
there is going to be a clash of flash. We all know there ain’t NOBODY as
flashy as Ignition, and Verne will figure that out soon enough.

(All of a sudden the sound of heavy metal music is head from a hotel room
above. Ignition shakes his head and throws his beer at the window. The beer
splashes, and someone pokes his head out the window.)

Guy: What the hell?!

Ignition: Turn that BLEEP off! I am trying to do an interview for the BMWF
here!

Guy: The BMWF?! Is that Ignition?!

(Ignition shrugs his shoulders.)

Ignition: The one and only.

Guy: Wow! Can I get an autograph?!

Ignition: Yeah, Yeah, when I am done, and the music is off!

Guy: Oh, sorry about that!

(The window shuts and moments later the Heavy Metal is off. Ignition rubs
his temples, and looks at the camera and winks. Ignition puts his arms back
out to his side.)

Ignition: Anyways, No-Way-In is right around the corner, and I am feeling
pretty good. How good? Well good enough to challenge Eco-System to a
HANDICAP match for those tag titles!

(Ignition takes a swig of his beer then puts it back.)

Ignition: Now before all of you get your boxers, or for you manly men,
briefs, in a bundle hold on. Ignition isn’t crazy, he is just hungry. I beat
Eco once, and it felt great! So Eco, what do ya say, No-Way-In, Handicap
match, any stip you want, and if you are feeling up for it, you can put
those two beautiful pieces of gold on the line. Whatever man, it’s up to
you, just remember, Iggy wants you in that ring again, and that’s all there
is to it!

(Ignition puts it arms in the hot tub, and leans his head back.)

Ignition: There’s a time to sit back and relax, and there’s a time to
step-up and fight.

(Ignition gets out of the pool. His trunks have an arrow pointing up next to
the words “Big Guy”, and an arrow pointing down next to the words “Bigger
Guy”)

Ignition: HEY!

(The camera pans up.)

Ignition: Get outta there! So, Verne, buddy, I will see ya in the squared
circle shortly, try to show up, I know I will.

(Ignition grabs his towel and drapes it around his shoulders. He makes his
way in the hotel as the camera FADES to black.)

William Black defeated Randy Valentino via pinfall in 0:07:41.
Rating: 1/4*

[In the middle of Black’s match against Valentino]

(As Black and Valentino fight it out in the ring, “Welcome to the Jungle” suddenly bursts forth from the speakers and Scrappy Joe Tunny walks down the ramp toward the ring area, a bit battered from his earlier fight, but not letting that stop him. As he reaches the floor outside, the music stops. Both Black and Valentino are distracted as they warily watch him stand on the outside with a look of pure rage on his face. After a few minutes, Tunny looks at Black, points at him and makes the slit throat sign across his neck. He mouths the word “Bedlam” before turning around and walking back up the ramp and back stage.)

*LATER*

(The scene opens in the backstage area. The Headhunter stands at a table,
getting himself a drink of coffee when Michael Bole approaches.)

BOLE: Excuse me Headhunter!

(The Headhunter slowly turns around.)

HEADHUNTER: What is it Bole? Another magazine article?

BOLE: I just wanted to know your true motivations behind your hatred towards
Tamer. You seem to have picked him out from the crowd.

(The Headhunter sets his drink down on the table.)

HEADHUNTER: Bole, Tamer isn’t just another random American, and that is the
reason why he is feeling my hate. You see, Tamer has proved himself to be a
worthy competitor on this stage, albeit with the help of his Prime Time
buddies. He has held the Tag Team Championship, albeit with the help of his
Prime Time buddies. And he is now the Gold Belt Champion, albeit with the
help of his Prime Time buddies. Actually, when you think about it, he hasn’t
proved himself at all. This guy is yet to stand on his own two feet. So why
did he become the unfortunate one who became the number one target for the
moment? Well, Tamer is a jackBLEEP and he needs taking out. He is the
typical American, and it is the typical American who is the prime target for
me. I am here to change this country and the way it thinks, so I need to
change the heart of America, the everyday man. And it has stuck me that
Tamer has the attitude of the everyday man. He may think that he is a
fantastic athlete, a great mind, and that he is striving for individual
greatness in his life. He may think that he is following that wonderful
American Dream! But like all Americans he is severely jaded. You all think
that you can make it on your own, and that you are doing that right now. But
this is a load of crap. You aren’t doing anything by yourselves. You’re
holding each others hands, and you need the guidance because you haven’t got
a clue about how to do anything. You are all pathetic! And Tamer is the
perfect example of this. You live through the people who have actually
managed to become great in this country, promoting yourself to the world
through other people’s success. All the world hears about is the great
American businessmen and pioneers, as if the rest of the world has nothing.
It really is pathetic. Tamer lives through Prime Time. He lives through
Vernon Vanderbilt, a man who has achieved something and rightly so.

BOLE: Is that praise for an American?

HEADHUNTER: Sometimes success and ability transcend nationality Bole.
Vanderbilt has ability, it is just a shame that he uses it to carry pieces
of garbage like Tamer.

BOLE: So this has nothing to do with the Gold Belt? Some people have
suggested that you are going after the Gold Belt to re-establish yourself in
the BMWF after being chased out last year.

HEADHUNTER: I was not chased out! I left because I had to, my life was in
danger. And although I am still in danger now, some things are more
important. For example, putting America in its place. As I’ve said before,
the Gold Belt is just an added bonus from the destruction of Tamer. He, and
his everyday American peers need to see that they are not indestructible,
and that as quickly and easily that success comes, it can be wrenched away.
On a side note, I would like inform Tamer that I will have a surprise for
him at Bedlam, something in regards to our match at No Way In. He is more
than welcome to attend my little demonstration which will be held in the
ring.

BOLE: Any elaboration on what that might be?

HEADHUNTER: You’ll have to wait and see what happens on Monday.

BOLE: What about your match tonight with Ezekiel?

HEADHUNTER: Well this guy is interesting. It seems like he has a Scottish
background, making him a fellow Brit. But he obviously doesn’t have the
balls to stand beside me in the fight against America or he would have
revealed himself to me already. What I suggest to him is that he takes
tonight’s match as a lesson. I will demonstrate to him what happens when you
come up against me, and he will soon realise that it is time to take sides.
Now Bole, is that all, because my coffee is getting cold.

BOLE: No, that’s it thanks.

HEADHUNTER: Bole, please don’t bother me in the future.

(The Headhunter walks away leaving Bole alone.)

FADE

(A Cadilliac slowly drives into the parking lot of the arena. The windows are
down, and we see the Eco-System is inside.)

Inferno: Nice of Kolic to lend us his Cadilliac....

Mineral: Most definetely. Hey, look at the arena. Isn't it so tranquil?

Aquatic: Yeah....when nobody's working, arenas can be a place of solitude.

(Suddenly, Bole runs out of the building to the Eco-System.)

Eco-System: MICHAEL BOLE?

Inferno: What are you doing here?

Bole: The question is what are you doing here so late?!?

Aquatic: What are you talking about? National holiday, Friday The 13th! No
one has to work on Friday the 13th!

Bole: YES THEY DO!

Mineral: Then why do you Americans celebrate it?

Bole: We don't! It's bad luck!

Inferno: But when we were passing here, we saw some women dressed in all
blaack chanting and dancing oer a burning barrel. It looked like fun, so we joined
in...

Bole: (smacks head) Guys, just get inside....

(The Eco-System enters the building at a breakneck speed.)

FADE

The Headhunter pinned Ezekiel after a running powerslam in 0:09:27.
Rating: * 1/2

*Ring Entrance*

(The arena lights fade)

P.A: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT

(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)

P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…

(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring. Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the 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 blue leather kilt and blue boots. He is holding a microphone)

Ezekiel: Headhunter, your mission is one of truth. Follow the light and learn of the truth I bring.

*Mid-match*

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

*Later*

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

*End*

(Headhunter nails a big belly to belly suplex on Ezekiel, he picks up Exekiel and whips him into the ropes.)

(As Ezekiel and Head Hunter grapple in the ring, “Welcome to the Jungle” bursts forth from the speakers again and Scrappy Joe once again makes his way down to the ring area. This time he has an aluminum baseball bat in his hands. Tunny starts tapping the bat on the ring apron and cheering on Headhunter. Ezekiel is distracted, and gets clotheslined from behind as he stares down Tunny. As Headhunter follows up on his advantage, Tunny grins maniacally and makes his exit.)

(Backstage)

(Kolic is seen reading a book in his locker room. He spots the camera,
dog-ears the page, and turns to the camera.)

Kolic: Man, it feels good to be the champ! Before I joined Prime Time, I was
thwarted at every pass. Now, one week after joining, I win the Lightweight
title! Now maybe Fujita will learn his place, right below me. However, he is
not the only person after my title. Mafioso decided he wants a piece of my
glory too. I’ve already issued my challenge, but you have yet to name your
stipulation. As I’ve said before, I’ll take any challenge you throw at me
and win.

(Kolic starts to pick up the book, but stops)

Kolic: Oh yeah, I forgot about Milken. Despite countless warnings to take
tonight off, to rest your newly injured leg, your arrogant @$$ still wants
to fight me. I admire the tenacity...and nothing else. Milken, I’m giving
you until our match to back out. If you still want to fight me, I promise I
will break your leg and retire you. If you don’t quit after that, I’ll ruin
your careers. Not that either would have been worth anything. I’ve said too
much to you already, so I’ll conclude this monologue. You can leave now.

(Kolic resumes reading the book. The camera focuses in on the title: The
Human Anatomy, with Regard to the Leg Joints.)

PA: WHAT ‘CHA GONNA DO WHEN (BLEEP) HITS THE FAN?

(“Bodyguard” by Obie Trice blasts through the arena as DREAD scrolls across the Bruiser-tron. Fireworks rain down from the entrance way and Dreadnaught emerges from between the two green strands of sparks. Dreadnaught steps on the stage and is seen wearing his “Psychotic 1” basketball jersey. He holds his hands high before he begins to walk down to the ring. Dreadnaught rolls under the bottom rope.)

Dreadnaught: What up, Colorado?

(There is a mixed reaction from the fans as Dreadnaught stands on the second turnbuckle with his hands in the air.)

Dreadnaught: I love the love I get from you guys each and every week. You respect what the Thug has done from the BMWF. You respect me right?

(Most of the fans are seen nodding their heads.)

Dreadnaught: I knew you would, but there is one man that does not respect the Thug! That man is Hardcore Harry! This country bumkin thinks he can ignore the Ghetto Superstar! He thinks I will just go away and forget that he has the last piece of my destiny around his waist. Harry, where I am from, when civil unrest occurs, we burn the city down! Well Harry, if you don’t give me what I want, I will reduce you to ashes. I will leave you in a copper urn and ship you right back to the foothills of the Black mount in North Carolina. I will leave you lifeless if I have to get what I want. But, where are you now Harry?

(Dreadnaught paces around the ring.)

Dreadnaught: I can tell you where he is. He is hiding from the Thug. He is so scared he is trying to get involved between Pain and Vernon. He is such a coward, he ran himself in front of a car on Bedlam. This cat is sick. I must have jacked him harder than I thought. Because the way I saw it, he jumped in front of that car. It didn’t hit him. I mean, who would waste the gas to do that? He took a dive from out and out fear from me!

(Dreadnaught stares into the crowd.)

Dreadnaught: Tonight, I show Guerrero what the Thug is all about, and on Bedlam, I saw that Harry and I will be on the same team, so bring the US Title ‘cause I will introduce myself to my future possession! I came to bring the pain!

(Dreadnaught tosses the mic down and walks out of the ring.)

(The Couch is standing in the back with "Movie Star" Tobey Miliken, his manager "The Director" Shawn Rollins and Tobey's trainer.)

Couch: Tobey how is the leg and will you still be able to compete tonight?

Tobey: First of all Couch, let me just say that I can't believe that the BMWF would come out to Colorado with all the scandals that break out up here. I mean instead of Colorado they ought to call it Skank-o-rado. And just a little shout out to my boy Kobe. Kobe I know you are innoncent, that cheap floozy is just trying to milk you for every dime she can, just like those two prostitutes that are suing the University of Colorado for something that was supposed to have happened three years ago. Let's face it Couch, Colorado people are just scum bags looking for an easy dollar.
 After tonight Colorado will have another big scandal. BIGGER THEN KOBE AND THAT HUSSIE HE SEDUCED IN THAT CHEAP HOTEL. BIGGER THAN THE FOOTBALL PLAYERS WHO SEDUCED THOSE STRIPPERS or whatever back in thier hotel room. The scandal that will break out up here tonight is how "The Movie Star" beat the Light Heavyweight Champ with one leg tied.

(Tobey points at the ace bandage wrapped around his leg)

Couch: But it won't be easy. Kolic is a talented man.

Tobey: Talent? I seriously doubt that. By the way Couch, what is the date today?

Couch: Today is February the 13th?

Tobey: No COUCH! Today is February, FRIDAY THE 13th. Mark that down on your calendar. Today will be the day that Tobey get's respect. Come on guys let's go. I need to get that cortizone shot before the match. Catch ya later Couch.

(Cameras go live outside of the to see a Black Viper with white lightning bolts down the sides and a big lightning bolt on the hood pull up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature full white suit and silver sunglasses on. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and the TV Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena, when stops to see Big Kev Nash getting his bags out of his truck. White Lightning approaches Big Kev.)

White Lightning: Yo Kev!

(Big Kev spots White Lightning)

Kev: Hey……nice job last week ending that chump's career.

White Lightning: Tonight's gonna be just like last week when I end the two career killers end those two lame losers, the sucko-system!

Kev: I can't stand either of those BLEEPs!

White Lightning: Yeah, I hear you. Anyway, you gotta stay close tonight and watch out for Scotty to attack. I'm sure that little midget is planning something!

Kev: Oh, how I would love to jackknife that little BLEEP straight to hell!

White Lightning: Let's get inside and we'll go over tonight's plan.

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

Kolic defeated Tobey Miliken with the Binary Blast in 0:08:03.
Rating: ***

(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, limping on one leg in a bad imitation of Tobey
Milken. He struggles up the apron and intentionally trips over the rope. He
then starts laughing, and finally gets it under control.)

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

*HIGHLIGHTS*

JR: I do not commentate Live

King: Neither do I!

(Match Spot)

(Kolic uses a Russian legsweep on Milken. Kolic then kicks the injured leg,
causing the trainer to wince. Kolic rebounds off the ropes and hits a
legdrop on the leg; Milken is flailing about in pain. Kolic picks him up and
hits a drop toehold on the leg, suspending Milken on the second rope. Kolic
points to the trainer and shouts, “When I’m done, you won’t have a leg to
work with!” He rebounds off the far ropes and hits a 619. He then handstands
on the top rope and hits a Slide Rule on the leg.)

(Match End)

(Milken barely gets to his feet. He charges at Kolic, but Kolic ducks. He
rebounds off the ropes and hits the Binary Blast. Kolic goes for the pin: 1,
2, 3.)


(AFTER THE MATCH)

(Tobey calls for the mic)

Tobey: Kolic you fool. I told you I would beat you. Allow me to introduce you to an old friend. Pete come on up here.

(The trainer steps into the ring)

Tobey: This is Pete Webb, an actor friend of mine from Hollywood. You see Kolic I CAN ACT! I had you and all these other dumb Colorado morons fooled. Pete it was a pleasure to work with you again.

Pete: The pleasure was all mine Tobey.

Tobey: Now I am going to teach you a lesson Kolic. Inferno if you're watching take notes.

(Kolic takes out a blackjack and knocks out the trainer. Shawn Rollins
carries Milken up the ramp, and Kolic gives chase. Rollins tries to hurry,
but Kolic knocks him out with the blackjack. Kolic picks up Milken’s injured
leg and slams it against the ramp. Kolic runs to the ring and grabs a steel
chair. Milken struggles to the back. Kolic returns and stalks Milken,
taunting him with the chair. After a minute, Kolic slams the chair against
the leg. Kolic continues to bash the leg with the chair amidst loud boos.
Kolic finally stops and throws the chair at Milken’s head; Milken is
clutching his leg in obvious pain. EMTs finally rush to Milken’s aid...)

(Suddenly, "Because of You" by Nickelback played as Lowedown appeared over the Bruisertron and seemed to be staring down Kolic...)

Lowedown:So you and your boys think it was kind of funny all stealing my rapelling idea to attack me? I admit it was slightly amusing, but it died out quicker than it started son. You were so hurting to be liked that you jumped on the first bandwagon you could find. I thought you had something my friend. You had potential in my eyes, but you threw it all away! So, I guess you are just going to have to learn that the bWo don't like being upstaged by lil' punks like you. This monday night, you'll see why...

(As Lowedown continued to talk, one of the beer vendors rushed out from the crowd and leveled Kolic from behind. The figure quickly dragged Kolic back into the ring, hoisted Kolic off the mat and kicked him in the gut and hoisted him high in the air. The vendor drove Kolic down hard with a powerbomb and then threw his baseball hat down on the chest of kolic to reveal it was Lowedown after all. Lowedown picked up Kolic again and military pressed him high in the air. Lowedown suddnly launched Kolic over the top rope and dropped him one of the announce tables on the outside. Lowedown rolled out of the ring and stood over the body of Kolic as he stomped away on the chest of Kolic before grabbing Kolic by the head and threw him back into the ring...)

(Lowedown executed a reverse DDT on Kolic and then pulled him into the center of the ring. Flame rushed out and tossed a steel chair into the ring to her husband as he placed Kolic's arm in between the chair and then climbed up to the top rope and hit the "Going Down" elbowdrop right on top of the chair and shoulder of Kolic. Kolic writhed in pain as Lowedown pulled the chair away and then pulled Kolic off the mat once before as he caught Kolic with a shoulderbreaker and then was tossed a microphone...)

Lowedown:Does everybody fall for the pre-taped speech or what?!?

(Lowedown paused as the crowd laughed at Kolic...)

Lowedown:You BLEEPED up the moment you try to test me son. You and the rest of your so called Prime Timers will get a taste of pure crimson hell courtesy of the Lowedown! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Lowedown:You and the rest of your Cub Scout troop will learn all about the true bWo! You and your candy @$$ is going to learn why I am the way I am! That is the Lowedown on that ya melee mouth sonofableep!

(Lowedown slid out of the ring and climbed back over the railing and disappeared through the crowd...)

fade...

(The scene opens with Michael Bole standing by himself in one of the
hallways of the backstage area. Tyrone walks past, catching Bole's
attention)

Bole: TYRONE!! Hey, can I get a word with you?

Tyrone: Be quick, Mike. I've got a big match t'night.

Bole:  Well, that's what I want to talk to you about. Master Z has always
been your most challenging opponent. You two battled early in your career,
back when he was leader of the Brotherhood and you a young member of one of
Scotty Scott's Unions. However, despite all the backstage brawls you two
have been in, you've only faced once for your Hardcore Title. Master Z
pummeled you and then walked out of the match. You've never really beaten
him...

Tyrone: T'ank ya for my E! True Hollywood Story, Bole, but what's yer point?

Bole: Well, what is your mindset for the match, given everything else going
on in your life at the moment?

Tyrone: My mindset?! Bole, I know there's (beep) goin' on still wit' me an'
Rach, an' now da plot has gotten t'icka now dat Sarah's back. But yer d@mn
right when ya said dat Z is my most challengin' foe... Dat's why I'm tryin'
to block out every-d@mn-t'ing dat ain't got to do wit' dis match. I told Z
when he returned last summer dat I would prove myself to him. Dis is my
chance, an' ya better (beep)in' believe dat I  ain't gonna let history
repeat itself.

Bole: So what exactly are going to do to Master Z tonight? It's not a
hardcore match.

Tyrone: I know 'tisn't a hardcore match... I'm gonna go out dare an' fight
for not just my life, Mike. Oh no... I'ma go out dare an' fight like I'm
fightin' for Rachel's life. Yeah, Bole, I'll say it b'fore ya even got a
chance. I love Rachel.. not Scare-ah! RACHEL!!! An' t'night I'ma fight like
her life depended on it.... an' dat's all I have to say 'bout it...

(Tyrone walks off before Bole can even say another word)

Bole: Well then...

(fade)

(Tina Turner's "Simply the Best" begins to play as
"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt makes his way down to
the ring.  He grabs a mic and climbs in, blows some
kisses to the crowd and points to the stars.)

Vernon:  WOO HAA!!!  Colorado Springs! (pop)  Tonight,
I have some things to get off my chest, so I hope
you'll bear with me.

(He looks around at the crowd, who don't seem to
mind.)

Vernon:  Very well then.  Number one, my match
tonight.  It's Yours Truly, The Furnace of Fabulosity,
Emperor of the Universe, and Champion of the
Continents, "Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt...against
some guy called Ignition.  Iggy my boy!  You've got
some big victories under your belt, and have
accomplished much here in the BMWF.  However, I plan
on raining on your little parade tonight, boy.  You
want to match skills with the best and brightest
future legend in the sport?  Very well then.  Prepare
for disappointment.

(Vernon pauses to adjust his sunglasses and run a hand
through his hair.)

Vernon:  And now, on to No Way In.  Scaffold and
Ladders 2004!  Vernon Vanderbilt vs. Hardcore Harold
vs. Pain.  Intercontinental and U.S. Titles on the
line!  Now, I know Harold made some snide comments
alluding to the supposition that he and Pain have no
bad blood, no ill will toward each other.  That's a
gigantic pile of rooster puckey, folks!  You see, he's
not taking into account the effect that gold can have
on individuals.  Then again, Harold, it's fairly
obvious you're not the quickest drip in the sink.  I
know, I know...he's not here tonight.  He's been
feeling a little "run down" the last few days!

(Vernon chuckles to himself.)

Vernon:  But who wouldn't?  I have absolutely no idea
whatsoever as to who was behind that heinous attack on
you, Harold.  I'll tell you one thing, though...more
power to 'em.

(Vernon winks at the camera that is broadcasting his
image onto the Bruisertron.)

Vernon:  Now, one last thing before I take my leave.
It has come to my attention that there may be someone
else who would be interested in joining this match
we're putting together.  Now, you know who you are, so
I'm not going to bother with any naming of names or
anything.  Let's just go so far as to say that all you
need to do is say the word at Bedlam and, at the very
least, I will have no problem admitting you into this
brawl.  I'm a fighting champion!  Now, I can't speak
for Harold or Pain, but then again, why would I want
to?

(Vernon walks back into the center of the ring.)

Vernon:  I'm afraid I haven't anything else of import
to add here at this juncture, so I shall part ways
with you for now.  I'll be back later on to give
Ignition a glamorific beating.  So, ladies and
gentlemen...THE SHOW MUST GO ON!!!

(Vernon tosses the mic to Lilly and exits the ring,
heading up the ramp and backstage.)

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Big Bubba Bossman walking around the hallways looking for something as he almost walks right into Flame who is drinking a cup of coffee. Flame sets the cup down as Bossman takes a step back and tries to look around her...)

Flame:Something amiss?

Bossman:I can't find my nightstick anywhere. Someone swiped it from me in the locker room and it means alot to me.

Flame:Can't help you with that partner. Maybe Bat Masterson borrowed it?

Bossman:Borrowed it? That thief probably tried to sell it on E-Bay or something because it was stolen from Alcatraz! I'll fix his wagon!

(Flame watches as the Bossman walks off looking for Bat Masterson as she pulls the nightstick from behind her back and then sees her husband walking towards her. Flame hands it to him as he kisses her on the cheek and continues on...)

Lowedown:Thanks pumpkin.

Flame:You're welcome baby.

fade...

Dreadnaught pinned Ultimate Guerrero with the Dreadbomb in 0:02:52.
Rating: * 1/2

*Spots*

(Dreadnaught hits a body slam and springs off the ropes. Dreadnaught lands a splash on Guerrero and goes for the cover. 1…2…kick out. Dreadnaught pulls Guerrero off the mat and whips him against the turnbuckle. Dreadnaught goes for a back drop, but Guerrero lands on his feet and hits a punch to Dreadnaught’s head. Guerrero goes for a clothesline, but Dreadnaught ducks and hooks up a back slide. 1…Guerrero breaks the hold. Dreadnaught and Guerrero rush to their feet and Dreadnaught hits a knee lift, followed by a DDT.)

*Ending*

(Dreadnaught is shot into the turnbuckle. Guerrero follows in, but Dreadnaught raises his foot and kicks him in the face. Guerrero stumbles back and Dreadnaught slams his head against the mat with a bulldog. Dreadnaught leaps to the top turnbuckle and goes for the LA Hangover. Dreadnaught leaps and Guerrero rolls out of the way. Guerrero springs up and pulls Dreadnaught off of the mat. Guerrero goes for a suplex, but Dreadnaught blocks it. Dreadnaught hits a knee left that doubles Guerrero over. Dreadnaught hooks the head of Guerrero and lifts him into the air. Dreadnaught slams Guerrero hard against the mat with a Dreadbomb and covers him. 1…2…3!)

Eco-System (Inferno and Mineral) defeated
The bWo (Kurt Dangle and White Lightning) when Mineral defeated Lightning by
disqualification in 0:12:08.
Rating: *

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare throughout the arena as the lights go out and Lightning Bolt Symbols flash throughout the crowd. White Lightning steps out onto the arena with the TV Title around his waist and a spotlight on him. Out behind him walks out Big Kev Nash. White Lightning walks down the ramp slowly and enters the ring. Big Kev grabs a mic, and tosses it in to White Lightning.)

White Lightning: Colorado Springs…YOU SUCK!!

(Crowd Boos)

White Lightning: A Week and half ago on Bedlam, Each and every one of you saw the end of Strong Arm Steve's career! Broken Legs! Broken Arms! Paralysis! Strong Arm Steve got the full package. That poor BLEEP will be lucky if he can ever walk again! And its all because of me, The Career Killer!

(Mostly Boos from the Crowd.)

White Lightning: Now, I would like to have a moment of silence for the late, great career of Strong Arm Steve

(On the Bruisertron, a picture of Strong Arm Steve is shown, under his picture it reads "Strong Arm Steve, Career Ended February 2, 2004, By: White Lightning. Soon after highlights of the @$$ kicking from last week are shown as White Lightning laughs in the ring.)

White Lightning: Now, Eco-System, Tonight you got yourself into some serious BLEEP! You not only have to face two men that could end your careers with a snap of a finger…. or an ankle. Don't worry though, myself and Dangle will leave you two chumps live because come Monday Night on Bedlam we want to beat those Prime Time pansies at full strength and even without Lowe, just to prove, without a shadow of a doubt that the bWo is far better than that group of circus freaks Prime Time!

(White Lightning takes off the TV Title and puts it outside of the ring.)

*during WL's match*

(During White Lightning's match, the lights go out. The theme from Jaws plays
in the otherwise silent arena. After the song hits its climax, the lights
suddenly do back on. In blood-red on the ramp is the message:

"10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS
10 DAYS"

White Lightning is momentarily taken aback, but resumes the match.)

(After the match)

(As Eco-System left the ring, the pyro shot out from all four corners of the ring catching them off guard. Lowedown bolted from the entrance way and nailed both men with a double chlothesline. Lowedown pulled out the nightstick from behind his back and slammed it down on the back of Inferno's head and then once against the back of Mineral's head. Flame made her way down the entrance way as she tossed her husband a pair of handcuffs as he quickly attached them on the wrists of Inferno and Mineral...)

(Lowedown continued to slam the nightstick back and forth over the bodies of Eco-System and then finally placed the nightstick against the ankle of Inferno and slammed his foot down on top of the nightstick and broke it over the ankle of Inferno. Inferno writhed in pain as Lowedown then pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and held onto the ankle of Mineral as he drove short jabs into the ankle of Mineral over and over again. Both men screamed in pain as Lowedown was handed a microphone by Flame. Lowedown stepped on the handcuffs as he leaned over...)

Lowedown:HEY BOYS! Nice to see you down on the ground this time! Like I told Kolic earlier, stealing my angle isn't polite and you paid for it right now! Good luck on monday night! I'm sure you'll be "standing tall" after the night is over! Simply put...don't BLEEP with the Lowedown!

(Lowedown walked away from Eco-System as Flame blew kisses down at both men before leaving...)

fade...

No-Countout-No-DQ-Falls-Count-Anywhere Match:
The Judge pinned Latino Heat with the Gavel Smash in 0:12:22.
Rating: *
(The Judge retained the BMWF Hardcore Title.)

PA: We Lie… We Cheat… We Steal…

(Latino Heat’s music hits over the PA system as the crowd turns towards the entranceway and begins to boo. Latino Heat confidently struts out from the back. He is wearing a pair of red and gold wrestling tights with a black ‘Latino Temper’ t-shirt. He extends both of his hands out and looks over his body. He approves of what he sees and begins his walk down to the ring. He walks halfway around the ring jawing with the fans before he slides into the ring and heads to one of the corners. He climbs up to the second rope and extends both of his hands out again. He pulls his right hand in and beats his chest three times in a row before he drops back down to the mat. He requests a microphone and catches it as he stands in the center of the ring.)

Latino Heat: Another title shot and you need to realize that Latino Heat is sick of havin’ titles waved in front of his face. I deserve these matches. And tonight, I’m gonna take advantage of this shot. I will do anything; lie, cheat, or steal, to become a champion again. No matter what I gotta do, I’m gonna do it because I’m sick of not having a piece of gold around my waist. It’s been too long. And by long I mean even one minute without a title for me is too much. I’ve been too many places. I’ve seen too many people. I deserve to be a champ. So a hardcore match fits perfectly with me. Come on and take a look at this. This is a match where ya’ can do anything to be champ. No rules, nobody holdin’ you down, and no excuses. This is my match. This is my time. And The Judge ain’t gonna have much to say about it once he realizes how serious I am. So if ya’ can’t stand this Latino Heat… then ya’ might want to stay out of the kitchen… because essa… ya’ will get burned.


(Heat slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside. He slides it in and follows after it. Judge gets up as Heat raises the chair and slams it down over his head. He throws the chair down to the ground and pulls Judge up by the head and neck. He locks him in and snaps him backward with a vertical suplex to the mat. Heat rolls his body around and lifts himself up, still holding onto Judge. Heat drops him backwards with another vertical suplex. He swings his hips again and pulls up again. This time, as he drops back for the triple-vertical he drops him directly on the steel chair. He regains his balance and his breath as he heads to the top rope. He signals to the crowd and comes splashing down onto Judge with the Frog Splash. He goes for the cover.)

(The scene opens in the Prime time locker room. Tamer is sitting on a stool
facing the camera. Tamer is already in his wrestling gear and has his title
on his shoulder. Tamer looks up at the camera and smiles.)

Tamer: Tonight I face Lowedown, The World Heavy-wait!...That’s incorrect.
Lowedown is no longer the World Heavyweight Champion. Lowedown lost his
title to Master Z. But I will give credit where credits due. Lowedown may
have lost his title but he managed to win the Bedlam Bowl and become the
number one contender for the World Heavyweight title. Lowedown will be in
the main event at BruiserMania. Now Lowedown, I noticed you were upset about
what Prime Time did to you on Bedlam. But correct if I’m wrong, for the last
couple of months haven’t you been asking everyone in the BMWF to step and
challenge you, to take a stand. Well that what Prime Time did. Prime Time is
standing up to the bWo. Now tonight it’s just you and me, Tamer versus
Lowedown, One-on-one, mano-a-mano. I am looking forward to facing you
Lowedown. It’s been awhile since the last time we wrestled each other. Like
I have already pointed out things have changed since then. You’re now just
number one contender, instead of world champ. And I am now the Gold Belt
Champion.

(Tamer taps his title)

Tamer: You’re a great competitor and that is why I love stepping in the ring
with you. Every time I’m set to face you I know I’m going to have a grueling
tough match. And win or lose I walk away from ever match with something
learned. I take something from every battle. You can study and learn how to
wrestle for years upon years. But you can never actually do it until you get
in the ring with someone. The best way to get experience in the wrestling
world is to wrestle the best of the best. I learned a lot in my first year
here. And now two months into my second year I feel like I have evolved so
much. I mean in these two short months I have learned so much not only about
being in that ring, but about myself. Lowedown I’ll admit something. Usually
when I am getting ready for a match against you, I get a little nervous. But
tonight is different. I am confident and I am ready. Lowedown, tonight I do
what you’ve been asking everyone to do and that is to step up.

(Tamer stands up.)

Tamer: So Be Prepared.

FADE

LoweDown defeated Tamer when Tamer passed out in the Downtime in 0:14:38.
Rating: *** 1/4

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

("Because of You" by Nickelback played as Lowedown made his way from the crowd and slid into the ring. Lowedown wasted no time as he attacked Tamer before the bell. Lowedown rode Tamer as he slammed vicious forearms across the side of Tamer's head. Lowedown refused to let Tamer off the mat as he kept slamming forearm shots on Tamer. Lowedown finally got up as the referee rang the bell to start the match. Lowedown kicked Tamer right in the side of the ribs and refused to let Tamer have a chance to breathe as he pulled Tamer up by the back of his neck and tights and slammed his knee into Tamer's ribs. Lowedown looked to the crowd as he rolled Tamer over onto his stomach and sat on top of him while slamming his fists down on the side of Tamer's ribs...)

(Lowedown picked up Tamer long enough to drive him back down with a scoop slam right down to the mat. Lowedown boucned off the ropes and then drove an elbowsmash to the rib cage of Tamer. Lowedown popped back on his feet and delivered another elbow to the ribs of Tamer. Lowedown looked to the crowd as he picked up Tamer off the mat and locked his arms around the waist of Tamer and caught him with a side salto suplex, but managed to drive his knee down into the side of Tamer's stomach. Lowedown watched Tamer as he then bounced off the ropes and nailed Tamer with a baseball slide dropkick that sent Tamer out of the ring and onto the floor. Lowedown slid out of the ring behind Tamer and shoved Tamer right into the steel steps. Flame distracted the referee long enough for Lowedown to nail Tamer with a low blow and then military pressed him high in the air and dropped him face first onto the steel steps. Lowedown watched the blood trickle down the face of Tamer as he placed his boot down onto the forehead and scraped the back of his boot causing more blood to flow. Lowedown picked up Tamer once again and powered him up one more time before he threw Tamer stomach first into the ring post. Lowedown then slid into the ring and turned the referee around to try and count Tamer out. Lowedown however broke the count as he slid back out of the ring and threw Tamer back into the ring...)

(Lowedown locked the Abdominal stretch on Tamer in the center of the ring and slammed his fist down into the bruising ribs of Tamer as the crowd watched on. Lowedown finally released the hold after he tossed Tamer against the ropes and then grabbed the ankles of Tamer and lifted him off his feet and kicked Tamer just above the groin area. The referee warned him to keep it above the waist as Lowedown then bounced off the ropes and crashed down on the back of Tamer's neck and back. Lowedown looked to the crowd once more as he extended his middle finger right in the face of Tamer before raking Tamer's eyes...)

(Lowedown whipped Tamer into the ropes and nailed Tamer with a kick to the stomach and then caught him with a DDT. Lowedown looked down at Tamer as the blood trickled down his face and then drove his knee down into Tamer's forehead. Lowedown dropped down and choked Tamer out right in front of the referee. The referee got up to four as Lowedown finally released the hold...)

(Towards the end...)

(Lowedown shoved Tamer into the ropes and drove a hard forearm shot into the lower back of Tamer before finally driving him down with a reverse DDT. Lowedown then rushed over to the top rope and gave the Wolfpac signal and leapt off the top rope and nailed Tamer with the "Going Down" elbowsmash right into the ribs. Lowedown clutched his elbow for a moment as he then picked up Tamer off the mat one last time and placed him on his shoulder with a fireman's carry and then backed to the corner. Lowedown managed to climb up to the 2nd turnbuckle and then in a power move, tossed Tamer over his head and sent Tamer crashing down onto his knee. Lowedown watched the painful expression on Tamer's face as Lowedown then crawled behind Tamer and locked on the Downtime submission...)

(After the match...)

(Lowedown was handed a steel chair by Flame as he caught Tamer in the ribs with a painful shot. Lowedown stood over the injured ribs of Tamer and brought the chair up again. Lowedown slammed the top of the chair down on the stomach of Tamer repeatedly as the crowd watched on in disbelief. Lowedown finally threw the chair into the corner and then climbed up to the 2nd turnbuckle as he then hit a 2nd rope frog splash down on the ribs of Tamer. Lowedown watched Tamer spit blood as he then looked over at the ring announcer and asked for a microphone...)

Lowedown:You...you have a good time this monday night with your Prime Time @$$clowns at Bedlam! Just remember to take deep breaths! Go ahead and try to take a deep breath for me would ya?

(Lowedown laughs for a moment as he sees Tamer writhing in pain and then dropped the microphone down on the chest of Tamer as he slid out of the ring...)

Ignition defeated Vernon Vanderbilt with the Exhaustion in 0:11:53.
Rating: *** 1/4

(“TNT” hits as the stage fills up with smoke and the fans jump to their
feet. When the smoke clears Ignition is standing at the top of the ramp with
his arms in the air. Pyro blasts off behind him as Ignition starts his trek
to the ring. After handing out high five after high five on his way to the
ring Ignition slides under the bottom rope and pulls a mic out of his back
pocket.)

Ignition: COLORADOO SPRINGS!!! Where the springs are fine, and women are
finer! MMMM MMM MMM!

(The women cheer.)

Ignition: That’s right, that’s right! Tonight your Favorite Style master is
going to go at it with the Intercontinental champ. Now, I have faced Verne a
pair of times if the ole memory serves me correctly. Each time, The Best
Young Gun walked out with the win. Tonight, the plan is the same, the
entertainment will be elevated, and the result, well you will all have to
wait on the edge of your seet to see. So, let’s get this show on the road!
OWW!!

(Ignition drops the mic and hops to his corner.)

*AFTER THE MATCH*

(Suddenly, the lights shut off throughout the entrie arena as the crowd waited for something to happen. A voice suddenly was heard over the Bruisertron speakers...)

Voice:Vernon, Vernon, Vernon...is it you who is leading the charge? Is it you who is trying to lead this rag tag group of pathetic excuse of wrestlers? Well, ask yourself this question Vernon Vanderbilt...

(The lights turn back on as the crowd sees Lowedown behind Vernon as he caught Vernon with a superkick right under the chin. Lowedown dropped down and slammed hard right hands to the side of Vernon's head over and over again as the crowd watched on. Lowedown picked up Vernon off the mat and executed a cradle piledriver right in the center of the ring and then watched Vernon's body go limp. Lowedown looked around the arena as he then slid out of the ring and pulled a sledgehammer from under the ring and slid back under the bottom rope...)

(Lowedown clutched the sledgehammer tightly in his hands as he suddenly drove it down hard into the ribs of Vernon. Lowedown slammed the sledgehammer down again into Vernon's ribs as the crowd watches on in disbelief at the senseless act of violence. Lowedown rolled Vernon onto his stomach as he takes the end of the sledgehammer and drives it down into Vernon's lower back. Lowedown hoisted it up again and drove it down evern harder than before. Lowedown finally set the sledgehammer down on the mat as he picked up Vernon off the mat and dropped Vernon down with a bodyslam right on top of the sledgehammer. Vernon writhed in pain as Lowedown then placed Vernon in the Camel clutch with the sledgehammer across Vernon's throat. Lowedown refused to release the hold as the referees tried to pull Lowedown off of Vernon...)

(Lowedown finally released Vernon from the Camel clutch and then crawled over to the corner and asked for a microphone...)

Lowedown:Why did you try to turn Bedlam into Circus De Soleil Vernon? I mean me coming down from the ceiling is always cool. You and half of the Goofy squad come down and try to take me down? When are you going to learn that you can't handle me or the bWo ya no talent @$$clown?!? This monday night, the bWo is looking forward to going into that goofy looking house and seeing if we need to do a lil' Feng Shui or something to make your shack look somewhat presentable!

(Pause)

Lowedown:You just take care of that back alright? That's the Lowedown on that ya ignorant jack@$$!

(Lowedown slid out of the ring and flipped off Vernon in the ring as he climbed out through the crowd...)

(The scene opens in Tyrone's locker room, where he's on his cell phone)

Tyrone: Hey, princess... I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you
after what happened Monday night. Baby, I love ya, I want ya to know, ok?
Just..... I'm a lil' confused is all... so much going on. I saw yer match
t'night, baby. I'm so proud of ya. Dat was a tough  match win or lose an' ya
held yer ground. Well, I've got my match next, will ya watch me? I'll call
ya when I get back to my hotel. I love you.....

(Tyrone hangs up his cell and walks out of his locker room as the camera
fades)

Tyrone Smith defeated Master Z by disqualification in 0:07:24.
Rating: ****

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

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

(A wall of flames erupts from the stage as White Zombie's "More Human Than
Human" blares over the PA. When the wall dies down, Tyrone can be seen on
the stage. He is me with a mixed reaction from the crowd. He walks down to
the ring and grabs a mic)

Tyrone: Z... yer a worthless piece of scum... ya've always been. An' for so
d@mn long, ya've had dis whole fed runnin' scare (beep)less of ya. Ya even
had me fearin' ya at one time. But not anymore. Ya see... XAVIER... I don't
fear ya anymore. Yeah, ya beat my @$$ when I was young an' dumb... but now,
I'm da Step Daddy, son. I'm da Don of Violence. I'm da Dawg Catcher... I am
everyt'in' ya were in yer prime an' even more! I ain't one of dees snot
nosed punk rookies... I'm a seasoned vet 'round here, just like ya... I
ain't layin' down for no man... not even ya...  So bring yer @$$ down here,
cuz I've got a t'ree year old payback beatin' I owe ya!


(Master Z entered through the entrace curtain while "Victory" played. He unstrapped the World Title from his waist and held it high while slowly spinning. The crowd booed him on route to the ring.)

Master Z: Tyrone Smith... my good old pal! Funny how you tried to cost me the match on Bedlam. Back to your old ways I see. Back to being the sissy you are. It's kinda funny. You're bigger than any man in the federation, yet you run. You run from Master Z.

(Master Z smirks)

Master Z: Oh but I caught you Tyrone. I caught you backstage and beat you down. I beat you until you bled. Tonight... Tryone... I will beat you again!

(Master Z started the match by charging Tyrone smith. He jumped on him and choked him with both hands. Tyrone eventually dropped to one knee, then to two, then down face first into the mat. At this point Master Z stood, put a foot on Tyrone's back, and flexed for the crowd.)

(Mid-match Master Z kicked Tyrone in the gut, swung around behind him, and uppercut him in the groin. Master Z then lifted Tyrone high in the air and slammed him back down to the mat with a massive hip-toss.)

(Later, Master Z poked Tyrone Smith in the eyes and followed up with a rope burn. Tyrone screamed and rubbed his burning eyes. Master Z kicked him in the groin causing him to lean forward and followed up with a punt kick to Tyrone's face. Master Z taunted the crowd while Tyrone bled.)

(Towards the end of the match Master Z had Tyrone bleeding with both eyes swollen. Master Z, having the match well in hand, unreasonably pulled a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket. Master Z reached back and jacked Tyrone Smith right between the eyes with the brass knucks. Master Z dropped to his knees and began beating Tyrone with the knucks repeatedly as he laid unconscious.)

(The referee, not being able to pull Master Z from Tyrone, disqualified Master Z who was then escorted to the back by security while laughing.)

Card rating: ** 1/2

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