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

(The scene opens in Tyrone and Sarah's locker room where the self-proclaimed
"Royal Family of Hardcore" prepare for their matches)

Tyrone: Ya see dat, babe? When we speak, people listen. Ya've got a title
shot t'night!

Sarah: (Sarcastically) Yes, but I don't know if you got the memo about
Bruisermania, babe.

(Tyrone stops lacing his boots and looks at Sarah curiously)

Tyrone: What?

Sarah: Well, first of all, there aren't enough little princesses for me to
kill on a weekly basis..... They're canning the Women's Division.

Tyrone: Oh... Well, ya can just start up bein' my valet again....

Sarah: (Under breath) Oh joy......

Tyrone: What's wrong wit' dat?

Sarah: (Fakely) Oh nothing....

Tyrone: Well, still dat isn't too bad a-news.... I mean, yer still gonna go
out as da champ, ya know? Ain't a bad title to have, da last an' greatest
Women's Champion. Bruisermania, we'll both walk out wit' some gold.

Sarah: We will by default, thanks to Black's cowardice.

Tyrone: What do ya mean? Da guy's a chump, but at least he's gonna take a
beatin' like a man....

Sarah: Where have ya been, Tyrone? Babe, right now, you aren't booked for
anything at Bruisermania.. Black backed out of the match.

(Tyrone's faces flares up with anger)

Tyrone: He did....... what?

Sarah: Yeah, I got a letter from the BMWF Main Office saying that your
contract for your match with Black at Bruisermania has been voided.

Tyrone: (Laughs in disbelief) So da lil' worm knocks me after my match
Monday, fights me t'night an' again dis comin' Monday an' t'inks 'tis dat
easy?

Sarah: Well... yeah.....

Tyrone: HELL DA RASS NAH!!!!!

(Tyrone grabs the table he had propped his foot on to lace his boot and
flips it over)

Tyrone: T'night.... dat lil' punk (beep) is gonna get da @$$ whoopin' he
deserves an' den Monday I'ma have a talk wit' somebody 'bout what's goin' on
for Bruisermania.

Sarah: What the hell are you doing?! Why mess up our dressing room because
Black's a coward?

Tyrone: Yer right....... I'ma go for a walk..... g'luck in yer match, babe!

(Tyrone exits the room leaving Sarah by herself as the camera fades)

The Clodfather and Just'n Credible battled to a double countout in 0:08:02.
Rating: * 1/4

(The scene opens up in the parking lot. Mafioso and Carlos are standing by
the limo)

Carlos: Now I guess it's down to you and Kolic at Bruisermania since Ryushi
left.

Mafioso: Yeah I have to figure something out. Maybe hook up with one of the
groups?

Carlos: What do you mean vato?

Mafioso: I mean kicking Kolic's ass every week would be fine with me but
some changes need to be made.

Carlos: Shouldn't you be worrying about Master Z tonight?

Mafioso: Yes and no. Yes cuz he's a freak and somewhat dangerous right now
and no cuz Lowedown will probably make an appearance tonight and when he
does I'll capitalize on it and beat Master Z tonight!

(Mafioso and Carlos walk inside as the camera fades)

****VRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrVRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrVRRRRRRRRRR*****

(The roar of a motorcycle can be heard as Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski pulls into the arena's parking garage. He pulls right up to the camera, lowers his sunglasses and stares straight into the lens before pulling into a nearby parking spot.)

Sledge: Long time since I been here....

(Sledge dismounts his bike and removes his saddle bags from his bike and slings them over his shoulder. He cracks his neck and proceeds into the arena....)

Sledge: well I guess some things never change....

(Sledge double taps the trunk of what is apparantely Prime Time's vehicle as he passes.... Sledge stalls at the door and takes a deep breath before entering into the arena....)

Sledge: I guess we're gonna see if you can go home again....

(Sledge steps through the arena doors and the camera pans to watch him enter.... Sledge appears to steps seemlessly into all the hustle and bussle of the backstage area..... as we fade out.....)

(Slim Jim Sullivan is seen knocking on a door simply labelled as "Locker Room". Slim JIm pushes the door open a bit and calls into the room....)

Slim JIm: Sledge may I have a few words with you?

(After a few moments Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski pushes himself through the doorway and seps into the hallway with Slim JIm.)

Sledge: Hey there Jimmy, long time no see....

SLim JIm: Well actually I've seen quite a bit of you over the past several weeks.... first you sign a match vs Ignition for Bruisermania..... but after he had to take his leave.... you ended up being the first one to accept Asylum's open challenge for the same show....

Sledge: Well Jim, your powers of deduction are as strong as ever....

Slim Jim er..., yes Sledge...., okay Sledge, I guess I'm just trying to say, is it safe to assume your back for good? I mean you did make a point of covering your former brother in arms this past Monday....

Sledge: WIll Jimmy.... I'm not going to lie to you.... this.....

(Sledge opens his arms wide and turns)

Sledge: this is the BMWF, and despite my holding this...

(Sledge taps the AJSBWA National Title strapped around his waist....)

Sledge: This is the BMWF...., and in what is it ten days???? Is the biggest event in e-wrestling... Bruisermania.... how could I not do everything I could to atleast have my hands in the pot. I mean worst comes to worst, I'd put on funny glasses and a fake beard with a striped shirt and be a ref....

Slim JIm: It is nice that despite your having "sold-out" that you still have a large measure of respect for the company that made you what you are now....

Sledge: Jimmy.... respect's my middle name.... let's look at it.... I hate.... well let's say some distance cooled the flame a bit.... but still despit all my hatred of the man, you can't say I didn't respect him. Cash Flo..... same story.... HHH.... the bWo everytime it decides to bore the crap out of everyone with their drawn out monologues...... I might give them *BEEP*, but I've been all about the respect.....

Slim Jim: Sledge I can't totally agree with you on that, but you are not far from the truth...

Sledge: another thing Jimmy.... well you see despite having walked away... I still felt this place was my yard...., I will always have a special place for the people here.... and when I see a bunch of waste of space punks move in and treat this place like Romper-freakin'-Room..... well I just can't stand idley by..... guns.... motorcycle attacks.... monster trucks.... this is ridiculous.....

Slim Jim: this is coming from the man who out of frustration destroyed his own vehicle.... knifed himself, and threatened to slice Truck.....

(Sledge makes a bit of a "busted" face, for a second....)

Sledge: yeah but this is different.....

SLim Jim: I suppose so....

Sledge: Well Jim the clock on the wall says I got people to see and things to do before my match....

(Sledge walks off leaving Slim Jim Sullivan in his wake....)

Slim JIm: Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski.... former two time TV Champ, Former US Champ, mentor to some and nemesis to others...... but where does he stand within the BMWF itself.....

PA: You are now about to enter the courtroom of THE JUDGE!

(The bWo theme hits as tons of pyros go off around the stage. The Judge appears from behind the curtains and begins to make his way down to the ring. He is wearing a black bWo shirt and has his gavel in his hand. He enters the ring and taunts the crowd with his gavel as the crowd boos. The Judge finally grabs a mic from ringside as the crowd continues to boo.)

Judge: You know, you fans are lucky because I almost didn't make it here tonight! I had to make a stop in New York City last week and almost couldn't leave yesterday due to all the snow! But since this is the last Live before Bruisermania and the last time you are going to see Tamer on Live with all of his bones not broken, I decided to fight the weather and make an appearance.

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: But since I arrived to the building just a few short minutes ago, I didn't catch who I was facing tonight. Which jobber is it? Maybe Witherspoon?

(The Judge laughs at his own joke.)

Judge: Seriously! Why don't one of you interviewers get your BLEEP up and tell me who I am facing!

(The Judge waits around until The Couch appears at the top of the ramp with a mic.)

Judge: So who am I facing? Too Bold Stupido?

Couch: Umm...no. Actually, you're facing Scotty Scott!

(The Judge gets a shocked look on his face.)

Judge: SCOTTY SCOTT?!? They can't do this to me, I didn't even get a chance to prepare! I just got back from New York City! Bruisermania is just 10 days away! Why the hell do I have to face Scotty Scott again?

(The crowd cheers for Scotty Scott as The Judge continues to have a panic attack in the ring. The Judge finally composes himself and smiles for the crowd.)

Judge: You know what...it doesn't make a difference. I defeated Dreadnaught last week on Live, and tonight I'll beat Scotty Scott too. Both of these men are top competitors in the BMWF today and by beating them both in the same month, it will prove that I am ready for a BMWF World Heavyweight title shot, which I am!

(The crowd boos.)

Judge: So Scotty Scott, you may have beaten me in the past, but that was the past and this is now. I beat your Bruisermania opponent last week, and in my eyes, he is better than you! So if you think you actually have a chance against me, you're dead wrong! I will defeat you Scotty Scott, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The bWo theme hits again as The Judge exits the ring. He heads back up the ramp, taunting the crowd.)

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is pacing around.
Tamer has his Gold Belt around his waist)

Tamer: A week to remember. Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic are gone.
Headhunter popped his head back up like an ugly ostrich rearing it’s head.
Asylum put out an open challenge and who would be the challenge acceptor,
non other then that sneaky little *bleep* Sledge. Looks like even Japan
couldn’t handle the stench.

(Some boo’s are heard.)

Tamer: Okay, okay. Some of you people like Sledge but I swear if I have to
hear this tape one more time.

(Tamer walks over to a boom box and presses play on the tape.)

Boom Box: TCW!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!!

(The tape continues. Tame picks up a bat and swings it hard at the boom
box.)

*CRUNCH*

(Tamer tosses the bat aside and laughs.)

Tamer: Whew that felt good. But honestly right now that’s not a big concern
of mine. Sledge can wrestle who he wants as long as he doesn’t try to screw
with Prime Time again. Really the one man I’m concerned with right now is
The Judge.

(Tamer rolls his neck.)

Tamer; Judge like I said I’m impressed you stepped up. I love your
stipulation. The request has been sent to management it’s their deal now.
We will meet soon. Monday it’s two on two, then Mania it’s one on one.

(Tamer stops pacing. Tamer faces the camera straight on.)

Tamer: But tonight I face White Lightning the TV champion. Whitey we’ve
faced before. You’ve won, I’ve won. But I mean this is the road to
Bruisermania. We’re headed for the Pontiac Silverdome. A win on this road
means momentum. Momentum is a great psychological advantage. All the wins
seep into your opponents head they mess with them. So tonight is about
gaining a small edge. We both want this win. We will both fight our @$$es
off for it. I’m ready. So White Lightning all that’s really left for you to
do...is...

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

Tamer/Crowd: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!!!

(A rumble starts up in the arena, and The Chicago Skyline rises up on the BruiserTron as drums kick in hard followed by the distorted guitar riff of "Primal Concrete Sledge" by Pantera. When the song hits its first pause Sledge erupts from behind the curtain wearing worn out jeans, his leather jacket, fingerless gloves, sunglasses, lightning bolt bandanna, and work boots, while carrying his hammer, and AJSBPW National title belt.....)

PA: There's a double standard for the way we live
If there's nothing to have, well then there's nothing to save
I'll break a sweat and I don't regret
What you'd kill to see brings out the god in me.

(Sledge takes his hammer and makes a pointing gesture at the ring and raises it above his head in his right hand....)

PA: Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge

(Sledge puts his hammer down in the center of the stage head first so it stands. He walks to the right side of the stage and tosses his sunglasses into the crowd.)

PA: The man of a thousand retirements
Will always be the one to tell you when to quit
I won't take stock in a withered man
I'm reaching into you, I'll make you understand

(Sledge walks to the left side and tosses his bandanna into the crowd)

PA: Come and be with me
Live my twisted dream
Pro devoted sledge
Time for primal concrete sledge

(Sledge returns to the middle of the stage and retrieves his hammer before walking down the ramp toward the ring. Once he arrives at the ring he enters, jumps on a turnbuckle and holds his AJSBPW National title above his head.)

CROWD: TCW!!!!! TCW!!!!! TCW!!!!! TCW!!!!!!!

OTHER CROWD: YOU SOLD OUT!!!!!! YOU SOLD OUT!!!!!! YOU SOLD OUT!!!!!!

(Sledge riases his arm as he produces a microphone from the back of his jacket......)

Sledge: Now you people are all entitled to feel however you wish about me personally.... love me or hate me..... you still remember me.... don't you???? you'll never forget me, will you????

(There are several enthusiastic "yes"es and some scattered "yeah"s throughout the audience....)

Sledge: Okay well for those of you who have forgotten about me.... well Taka Meeee nceee nooo keeee.... whatever is coming on down here to remind you.......

(Sledge drops the microphone and begins to disrobe for the match.....)

----- match start ----

(Sledge bows to Taka Minchanoclu, who looks confused at the gesture. Sledge bows again and Taka Minchanoclu responds with a bow of his own. Sledge claps and so does some of the crowd, while quite a bit bit "BOO" this act of sportsmanship. Sledge then extends his hand to shake Taka Minchanoclu takes his hand and Sledge pulls him in for a short-arm clothesline...)

Crowd: YAAAAAAY!!!!!!

(Sledge grabs Taka Minchanoclu by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Sledge hold him up by his head and laughs. Taka Minchanoclu tries to escape by firing several chops into Sledge's chest.)

Crowd: WHOOOO!!!!!!

(Taka Minchanoclu chops Sledge again)

Crowd: WHOOOOO!!!!!!!

(Taka Minchanoclu goes to chop Sledge again. Sledge grabs Taka Minchanoclu by the wrist and takes him down into a fujiwara armbar. Sledge smiles wickedly and gets to his knee keeping Taka Minchanoclu face down against the mat in the armbar. Sledge drop a knee across Taka Minchanoclu's elbow. Taka Minchanoclu howls in pain. Sledge releases Taka Minchanoclu and yells to the crowd....)

Sledge ENOUGH OF THIS LITTLE KID *BEEP*!!!!!

---- another match highlight ----

(Sledge looks dazed, and Taka Minchanoclu calls for the Minchanoclu driver. He grabs Sledge and tries to lift but Sledge just won't go. Sledge pushed Taka Minchanoclu off of himself. Sledge fires three forearms into Taka Minchanoclu and staggers him....)

Some crowd: Sledge-Hammer!!!!!!

(Sledge steps, spins and drops Taka Minchanoclu with a Sledge-Hammer punch. Sledge drops to his knees near Taka Minchanoclu's head. Sledge fires several hard punches into Taka Minchanoclu's face. After he is no longer entertained by this he returns to his feet and raises his fists into the air.)

Some Crowd: TCW! TCW!

---- near the end of the match -----

(Sledge whips Taka Minchanoclu to the ropes and runs to thr opposite ropes. Taka Minchanoclu bounces off at the same time as Sledge. Sledge goes for a clothesline, but Taka Minchanoclu ducks under. Taka Minchanoclu bounces off the ropes again and goes for a high-cross body.... Sledge catches him in mid air and sends him careening into the ref. Both Taka Minchanoclu and the ref seem to be out of it....)

Sledge: YOU GUYS CAME TO FOR THE SHOW.... AND YOUR ABOUT TO GET IT!!!!!!!

(Sledge rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. He tosses the chair into the ring and follows in himself....)

Some Crowd: TCW! TCW! TCW!

(Sledge sets up the chair and waits for Taka Minchanoclu to turn around)

CROWD: C-D!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TCW!!!!!!!

(Sledge nails Taka Minchanoclu with the Chicago Death Drop dropping him abdomen first across the chair. Sledge tosses the chair from the ring, and begins shakeing the ref back to consciousness. As the ref comes back to Sledge pounces on Taka Minchanoclu for the cover..)

Ref: 1..... 2.... 3.....

----- After the match -----

Some crowd: TCW!!!!! TCW!!!!! TCW!!!!!!!

Other crowd: booooooo!!!!!!

(Sledge rolls out of thr ing and grabs the battered chair. He grabs a marker from under the ring and writes on the chair "TO ZEKE..... HERE'S A NEW FRIEND..... -SLEDGE....". Sledge walks to the back shakeing hands with any fans who decide to put out their hands for Sledge, and running at the mouth as he makes his exit.))

(The camera cuts backstage to the catering hall where Judge Moody is shown standing on line for some food, talking with a security guard.)

Moody: Just give it to me, I won't tell anyone!

Security guard: I cannot do that m'am. It would cost me my job.

Moody: Look! I'm not asking for anything big, I just want a little bit!

Security guard: Again, I can't give it to you! And I'd appreciate it if you would stop hassling the lunch ladies!

Moody: Fine. I might as well go get ready for my match then.

(Judge Moody turns and exits through the catering hall doors but when the security guard leaves, the doors fly open and Judge Moody rushes back in. She walks behind the counter and grabs something, but our view of it is blocked. She quickly runs out of the catering hall as the camera fades.)

(The Bruisertron starts up and shows Axe sitting on the hood of his car lighting a Marlboro cigarette in the parking lot area of the Van Andel Arena in Grand Rapids, Michigan. He takes a few puffs before slowly exhaling through his mouth. He looks around as the lot is vacant and begins to speak in his gritty voice...)

Axe: Tonight I have to do something that I've never been good at it and it's working with another individual in a tag match. It involves team work, trust, and respect. How can someone like myself have these attributes? I was never accepted or brought into a socialized environment therefore to me everybody looks like the enemy.

(Axe takes some long drags and exhales a cloud of smoke.)

Axe: That's why I look out for myself and I don't have to worry about the burdens of a tag team partner. But tonight that changes when I am inside the ring with Witherspoon going up against Joe Tunny and Mike Donahue.

Axe: Witherspoon you and I seem to be alright therefore it makes it a little easier but let's just go out there and take care of the job. You don't screw me and I won't screw you...remember I can be paranoid but if you think about it sometimes its for the best reasons!

(Axe flicks his cigarette and slides off the hood grabbing his duffel bag which rests on the top of the car and makes his way inside.)

Sarah Lyn pinned Judge Moody with the Palimony in 0:05:21.
Rating: -**
(Sarah Lyn won the Women's Title.)

PA: For all those who thought I fell off...

I'M STILL DA BADDEST (beep)!!!

(There's a shot of pink pyro as Trina's "The baddest (beep)" hits the PA.
Sarah Lyn walks out wearing a pink version of the top of the Spiderman
costume and tight pink leather pants. She's met by a resounding chorus of
boos.)

(Sarah Lyn takes down Judge Moody with a DDT, prompting The Executioner to jump on the ring apron and start arguing with the ref. Sarah Lyn goes to pick up Judge Moody, but Judge Moody kicks Sarah away. Judge Moody gets to her feet and takes down Sarah with a clothesline. Moody then reaches into the bag she brought down to the ring with her, and pulls out a container of whipped cream! With The Executioner still distracting the ref, Judge Moody spins Sarah and sprays the whipped cream into Sarah's eyes! With Sarah blinded, Judge Moody hits her with a sidekick to the chin and pins her as The Executioner jumps off of the ring apron.)

(A yellow taxi cab enters the parking lot and stops a few feet away from Michael Bole. The back doors open, and Scrappy Joe and Chuck Tunny emerge. Bole runs up to Tunny as Chuck pays the driver.)

Bole: Scrappy Joe, why are you arriving in a cab?

Tunny: Ya saw what that fat idiot Witherspoon did to my car last week. I’m a little short on cash right now, after havin’ rented that ‘copter the other week, so I have to wait a bit before buyin’ a new one.

Bole: Speaking of Witherspoon, you’re in a match against him tonight, together with…

Tunny: Yea, yea, yea. I know. Me an’ Donahue ‘gainst ‘Spoon an’ Axe. Tell ya the truth, Bole, I don’t care too much ‘bout any of ‘em new guys, an’ I sure as hell got better things to do than mess around with ‘em in the ring! But at least I’ll be able to start gettin’ my revenge on Witherspoon tonight!

Bole: What do you mean START getting your revenge?

(Tunny snorts and starts walking away.)

Tunny: Sometimes ya ask too many questions, Bole. I’ll talk to ya next week!

The Union (Elektroshock, Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy) defeated
Shame Douglas, Steve Korino and Dork The Clown when Tazan Boy pinned Korino
after the Mexican Standoff in 0:06:45.
Rating: 1/2*

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful with Elektroshock make their way down the aisle. Team Beautiful have the BMWF World Tag Team titles strapped around their waists. Rey and Tazan Boy stop to speak to some ladies as Elektroshock continues to go to the ring. Rey and Tazan look and see Elektroshock waiting on them in the riong and they rush to the ring.)

Elektroshock: I want to be the first to congratulate you on your regaining the BMWF World Tag Team titles.

Rey: Botto, thank you. This is the beginning for the Union. I am sure that the rest will be gaining gold soon.

Tazan: But tonight we have Steve Korino, Shame Douglas, and Dork.

Elektroshock: I hate clowns.

Rey: And you are teaming with us?

Elektroshock: You know what I mean amigo.

Tazan: Seriously, we have this challenge tonight. Who knows what we have at Bruisermania. But I am willing to bet that we will have our titles when all is said and done.

Rey: Hey you!!! The sexy mamacita in the third row with the blonde hair and tight shirt.... Call me!!!!

(Witherspoon is standing backstage, stretching and waiting to go out for his match. Michael Bole walks over to him.)

Bole: Witherspoon, could I ask some questions?

Witherspoon: I’m about to have a match Bole.

Bole: It will only take a few seconds.

Witherspoon: Alright, three questions, but that’s it.

Bole: Alright, umm, first question. How do you feel about what Lowedown did to you last week?

Witherspoon: He damn near gave me a concussion Bole. Fortunately, I have a thick skull.

Bole: Is that such a good thing?

Witherspoon: Don’t be a smart @$$ Bole. Anyways, it was mostly my fault, and I gave him his apology. Whether or not he got the tape though, I’m not to sure. So in case he didn’t, please forgive my insubordination, Lowedown, the Gweat and Tewible. I still want that match with you though, and you have not yet named a time or stipulation.

Bole: Is it really wise to mock Lowedown like that?

Witherspoon: I’m not mocking him. Haven’t you ever read Stephen King’s Pet Semetary?

Bole: Well, no

Witherspoon: Uncultured nitwit. Anyways, you got your three questions, now I gotta go.

(Witherspoon walks off.)

Bole: Wait! I’m not done yet!

(Fade)

Mike D: Crap, they're teaming me up with Tunny this week to take on some body spray and Spoonmeiser. (Mike Donahue relates to Ric Frye who just got done shaking hands with Scotty Scott.)

Frye: That's right big man, TUNNY AND DONAHUE! Tonight baby, to defeat the Axe and the Spoon! What more could you ask for?

Mike D: Tunny can't even remember where he parked his car.

Frye: Minor detail MD, you see I talked to Tunny just a few moments ago..

Mike D: No you haven't. I've not even seen him myself and we're to tag in just a few moments.

Frye: Just go out there and kick @%$ as usual and all should go well.

Mike D: You're right Frye-Daddy, shouldn't be too much of a problem. I wanted a tag match, here I got one.

Frye: Don't worry big man, really. Last I heard Spoon said Axe was a depression or something. Perhaps they're leaving dents of their...

Mike D: Ric...

Frye: .. heh against their chins! That's right, you're one censorship riddled machine you know that Mike?

Mike D: (Mike shakes his head and shoos Frye along.) I just don't want you making me late again, we got to hurry and clean up this trash in the gutter so we can be of use to the other guys man. It's all rookie year again, and I don't think we'll have many more chances like this come along.

Frye: That's right! Couldn't have said it any more poetically myself, except maybe. With this freestyle rap I came up with in the showers just a moment ago. You can't see-

Mike D: (Mike then literally places his hand over Frye's mouth and then holds a finger up to his lips.) Woah now, no one likes rap and why the h*ll were you in the showers to begin with? You don't even have to wear your tights, geesh. Okay, enough hushing you man, let's get out there and put a 110% effort into hushing Spoon. I don't even know if that'll be enough.

Axe and Witherspoon defeated Joe Tunny and Mike Donahue when Witherspoon
defeated Tunny by disqualification in 0:04:10.
Rating: 3/4*

PA: FEED MY FRANKENSTIEN!

(Feed my Frankenstein blares out from the speakers as green pyros shoot out from the stage. Witherspoon walks out wearing his trench coat and cracks his neck. The crowd is booing loudly, and a Spoon sucks chant is being started. Witherspoon walks down the ramps and slides into the ring. He gets up on one knee and runs his hand over his hair before rising to his feet. He climbs onto each turnbuckle, pounding his chest with his fist once for each one, and then walks over to his corner. He pulls off his trench coat revealing a “Who the hell is Witherspoon anyways?” shirt, and tosses the trench coat to the side. He motions for a mic from the time keeper.)

Witherspoon: Finally I am through facing the jobber scum! I can now cut my teeth with something a little more challenging. Tonight I will be facing “Sappy” Joe Tunny, and Mike Donahue, and I am ready to kick some @$$! I am so pumped up, because in just three days, I will be facing Mikey D in my home town of Minneapolis, Minnesota! So, enough time wasting, bring my victims out!

(The lights in the arena cut out as a strobe effect begins starting up Nirvana's "Lithium" as the crowd reacts by boos. Eventually Axe walks out from behind the black curtain and raises his arms holding his kendo stick high as the crowd continues to boo with no remorse. Axe shakes his head and tries to ignore them as he makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring sporting a BMWF t-shirt and ripped denim shorts with his scuffed Doc Martins. He rolls underneath the bottom rope and goes to the far corner placing his kendo stick underneath the turnbuckle and walks over to where Witherspoon is standing and they discuss a quick strategy before Joe Tunny and Mike Donahue arrive.)

(Joe Tunny throws Axe into the ropes and charges with the running forearm smash but its ducked and as Axe returns he nails him with a dropkick causing Tunny to stumble into the corner of his tag team partner Mike Donahue. Axe wastes no time and delivers a hard right knocking Donahue off the mat as he then begins to chop Tunny repeatedly against the chest.)

(Tunny tries to throw a left jab but Axe hiptosses him hard to the mat and capitalizes with an armbar applying as much pressure as he can causing Tunny to struggle and almost fade until managing to break the hold by grabbing the rope.)

(Axe goes up top to the second turnbuckle and delivers an elbow on the chest of Tunny and then tags out to Witherspoon to inflict more damage.)

(Joe Tunny goes to take Axe down with Jawbreaker but his arms are blocked by Axe who then kicks him in square in the gut causing Tunny to double over and executes The Loner's Landing following with a pin!)

*Middle of Match*

(Witherspoon has lifted Mike Donahue into the air with a Hangman and bounces slightly to put the pressure on Mike’s neck. He drops him to the ground and stomps on his ribs for a bit, and then lifts him up, and whips him hard enough into the turnbuckle near Axe that he bounces off. Witherspoon meets him with a big boot to the face, and follows up with a boot choke. The ref begins the count has Witherspoon tags in Axe.)

(Axe goes to throw Mike Donahue into the corner but he ends up flying right through the middle connecting his chest and arms against the metal post. As he staggers backwards, Axe hits the ropes and executes a perfect swinging neckbreaker.)

(Axe grabs Mike Donahue's legs and opens them kicking him in the groin as the crowd boos. He then picks him up and executes a powerbomb and goes for the pin 1, 2 kickout.)

(Tunny sends Witherspoon into the ropes and hits him with a running dropkick. Tunny then runs over to the corner and hits Axe with a forearm smash, knocking him down to the outside. He turns back around and catches Witherspoon trying to slide out of the ring. Tunny grabs Witherspoon by the legs and drags him to the center of the ring. He drops a knee to the small of Witherspoon’s back, then picks him up and hits a belly-to-back suplex. Tunny picks up Witherspoon again and hits a backbreaker, holding Witherspoon down in a backbreaker submission. Axe runs in to make the save, but Donahue catches him in a sidewalk slam. )

*End of Match*

(“Scrappy” Joe hits a belly to back suplex, and goes to lock in Pain Central, but before he can, Witherspoon rolls to his feet. “Scrappy” Joe whips Witherspoon into the ropes and follows up with a running forearm smash, but Witherspoon rolls under it. Witherspoon springs to his feet and clotheslines “Scrappy” Joe as he bounces back from the ropes. Witherspoon Brushes off his shoulder and smirks down at Joe.)

Witherspoon: You missed fool.

(Witherspoon picks “Scrappy” Joe up and whips him into his own turnbuckle, knocking Mike Donahue to the ground. Witherspoon Lifts “Scrappy” to the second rope then brings both of his fists down on Chuck Tunny and Rick Frye. Witherspoon Suplexs “Scrappy” and then stomps on his stomach. Witherspoon locks in a bear hug, throws “Scrappy” to the ground, and then stomps him a few more times. He runs to the ropes and slams his fist into Mike Donahue’s face, knocking him to the floor again. Witherspoon turns around and ducks under a dropkick. He rolls to Joe’s back and locks in Binned.)

(A camera backstage shows Kolic in a darkened room, with a single light to
give him a shadowy look.)

Kolic: Bruisermania...the biggest event in the BMWF. Where old feuds are
settled and new ones begin. All titles will be on the line, including this
one...

(Kolic holds up the Lightweight title)

Kolic: But no one cares. Everyone will focus on the Heavyweight Cremation
match, or one of the other title matches. This...this is, at best, a
stepping stone. Nobody who won this title became great by holding on to it
forever. Judge, White Lightning, even that quitter Cash Flo. Fujita, the
perennial contender for this title, left because he knew he couldn’t excel
in the big leagues. To take my place as a legend, I must move on.

However...this doesn’t mean I will give it up to Mafioso. Though no great
wrestler held on to the title forever, they didn’t throw it away. It is
still gold, no matter how little it means. Mafioso, be ready to add another
loss to your record. I still have to decide on a worthy stipulation for our
match, but rest assured it will make our match stand out. People will
recognize this title and the one who holds it. For now, La Pakka will have
to do until Bedlam and Bruisermania. I’m out.

Fade

(Cameras go live outside of the Van Andel Arena 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 and IC Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena when a speeding truck blows right by him. The truck parks a few feet away and out walks Big Kev. Both men walk into the arena.

(Witherspoon is walking down a hallway with his trench coat over his shoulder, and rubbing his shoulder. Michael Bole walks up behind him.)

Bole: Witherspoon! We need to finish our interview!

Witherspoon: *bleep* didn’t we finish it already?

Bole: Well, I just have a few more questions to ask you.

Witherspoon: Alright, but make it quick. I got my game chillin’ on pause right now.

Bole: You had a tough fight tonight. How do you feel about it?

Witherspoon: Well, it was a tough fight, but it was the good kind, ya know? The kind that gets your blood pumping and challenges you. I’ve been wanting to get at “Sappy” Joe for a long time, and it also gave me a preview of what Mike will bring on Monday.

Bole: Speaking of Monday, You have your match scheduled against “Die Maschine” Mike Donahue in your home town of Minneapolis, Minnesota. How does that make you feel?

Witherspoon: Are you a shrink Bole?

Bole: Uhh, no. Why?

Witherspoon: Because I think you need a license to ask what people feel as much as you do. Anyways, I feel great about it. My sister and friends are gonna be front row for Mikey D’s @$$ whooping. My mom would be there, but she recently had Heart surgery, so she’s not up to it. But let me tell you, I’m gonna whoop Mike’s @$$, stay to see how everyone’s matches go, and then I’m going to Perkins with my homeys and then I’m gonna spend the week here before flying out to Bruisermania.

Bole: Are you planning on having a match then?

Witherspoon: Who knows? Only time will tell.

Bole: Well, that’s all I got for you.

Witherspoon: Catch ya later then.

(Fade)

(Match Entrance)

(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 wearing the Lightweight title 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 La Pakka into the ropes and hits a clothesline. He repeatedly
stomps on La Pakka’s chest, then kicks him in the head. He brings La Pakka
to a sitting position rebounds off the ropes, and hits a dropkick to La
Pakka’s chest. He goes for the pin and gets a 2 count. He goes to the
turnbuckle and hits a frogsplash. He walks over to the turnbuckle and
pretends to fall asleep. La Pakka gets up, sees Kolic asleep, and charges.
Kolic stands out of the way, causing La Pakka to run into the turnbuckle.
Kolic hits a hurricanrana, and La Pakka falls on the second rope. Kolic
signals for and hits the 619, then handstands on the top rope and hits the
Slide Rule.)

(Match End)

(Kolic hits a standing dropkick on La Pakka. Kolic signals for the Binary
Blast. He picks up La Pakka, Irish Whips him into the ropes, and hits the
Binary Blast. He goes for the pin, 1, 2, 3.)

(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing outside of the bWo locker room.)

Bole: I am about to attempt to get an interview with The Judge, who has been avoiding me all day. I wonder what his problem is!

(Michael Bole knocks on the door and The Judge answers from inside.)

Judge: Who is it?

Bole: Mich...I mean, (in a girl's voice) Cherri Runnels!

(The door opens and The Judge appears in the doorway, looking excited. His eyes land on Michael Bole.)

Judge: How many times do I have to tell you Bole, I don't want you following me!

Bole: But I need to interview you about your match with Tamer at Bruisermania...it's my job!

Judge: You know what, get your monkey BLEEP out of the way.

(The Judge grabs the microphone from Michael Bole and shoves Michael out of the way.)

Judge: Focus in on me, I'm the only one that really counts around here.

(The cameraman does as he says.)

Judge: The world wants to know why I challenged Tamer to a Caged Ladder match for Bruisermania last week on Bedlam? Well, it's really simple! Tamer was sticking his nose in places where it doesn't belong! He got involved in bWo business, even attacking LoweDown at one point, but of course the bWo took care of him and got to stay in his house. I was willing to overlook that though, because we had a pretty crazy party in spite of Prime Time. But then Tamer attacks me! He actually attacked me, spearing me through the wall of the Women's Locker room two weeks ago! That ignited my rage, and now Tamer needs to learn how to pay, and what better a way than at Bruisermania, the biggest event in sports-entertainment history, in a Caged Ladder match?

Bole: But what about...

(The camera goes to turn and focus on Michael Bole, but The Judge grabs the camera and turns it back toward him.)

Judge: I know you have the attention span of a goldfish, but remember to always focus on me.

Bole (off camera): Judge, do you think that you have what it takes to take the Gold Belt title away from Tamer?

Judge: You know what! I've had enough of this stupid questions, I'm out of here!

(The Judge heads back into the bWo locker room as the camera fades.)

(Cherri Runnels is standing backstage with Truck.)

Cherri: Truck, tonight you find yourself in a
three-way match with none other than William Black and
the Hardcore Champion, Tyrone Smith.

Truck: Damn right 'bout that, Miss Cherri.

Cherri: Now, you've been having your share of
problems with Black as of late. Care to comment on
him?

Truck: William Black has got a lot t'learn 'bout
Truck. You see, he thinks he's hot stuff after
gettin' the win on Bedlam, but I'm gon' tell you right
now that that was just plain dirty, connivin', and
downright cowardly, what went down. Tonight, I'm a
teach him a lesson he'll never forget. It's called
"What Happens When You Make Truck Mad" and it's a
painful one t'learn.

Cherri: And your thoughts on Tyrone?

Truck: I respect the man, Cherri. He's been 'round
the bend an' he knows a thing or two 'bout fightin'.
But t'night.t'night is my night, Cherri. I don't give
a damn if that belt o' his is on the line or not.
Regardless of who's in that ring, only one man gonna
walk out the winner, and that is definitely me.

Cherri: Finally, I would like you to touch on your
match with Tobey Miliken this Monday. William Black
says if you can beat Tobey, then you can have your
match at Bruisermania.

Truck: An' that's exactly what I's gon' do. Frankly,
Tobey Miliken bugs the hell outta me anyhow. I don't
like him, an' I sure as hell don't expect him to be
able to stand up to my attack. I'm a tear him apart
and get my 'Mania match. BOOM BOOM!

(Truck exits.)

FADE OUT

Triangle Match:
William Black defeated Tyrone Smith and Truck when Black pinned Truck with the
Empty Chamber '03 in 0:12:23.
Rating: *** 1/2

<<TYRONE'S ENTRANCE>>

(The lights dim. The trumpeting music made famous from old Godzilla movies
plays over the PA system as short glimpse of the creature Godzilla appear on
the BruiserTron. As the music reaches its climax, a roar can be heard and
the following words appear on the BruiserTron)

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

(There's a quick flash of pyro. A large Jamaican flag drops over the stage
and the beat to "Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monche kicks up. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA (beep) UP!

(There's another shot of pyro and the flag drops. Tyrone is standing on the
stage with his arms out. In his right hand is a folded metal chair)

PA: SIMON SAYS GET DA (beep) UP!

(The music continues. Tyrone Smith makes his way to the ring and enters it.
When in the ring, he asks for Lilly's mic)

Tyrone: Black..........

*CRACK*

(Tyrone nails William Black in the face with the chair, laying Black out in
the middle of the ring. He then begins to wail on Black's body with the
chair repeatedly as Truck stands in a corner and just watches. Truck
attempts to move a bit closer to the beating, but Tyrone pushes him back
with a cold stare and a shake of his head.)

(Tyrone then stands over Black and starts to drive the chair into Black's
throat over and over with great force. He then just begins to spike the
chair on Black's body wherever he can. After several minutes, the chair is
too dented up to even be handled as a weapon. Tyrone drops it and picks the
mic back up)

Tyrone: I make a living hitting people in the face with whatever object I
can get my hand on..... Are ya sayin' dat yer too good for me? We'll talk
'bout da match we were supposed to have Monday............ Truck...... pin
dis piece of (beep)....

(Tyrone walks out of the match before it even starts)

*Winning/Match Spot*

(William Black seems a bit ragged after constant beating from both Truck and Tyrone Smith. Truck drags William Black to his feet hooks him up for a suplex. William Black goes crashing down onto the mat arcing upwards and holding his lower back. Truck goes for a pin, but Black kicks out.)

(William Black ducks a running clothesline from Truck, then connects with a boot to the gut, and then unloads with the Empty Chamber and hooks the leg! 1! 2! 3!)

(The Bruiser-tron flashes up with Michael Bole.)

Bole: This week, we received this tape from our United States Champion!

(The camera shows some fly over shots of Los Angeles. It flies over the Staples Center. It shows the Hollywood sign. Then the shot changes to inside the helicopter, where Dreadnaught is seen sitting down looking over the city. He looks back into the camera.)

Dreadnaught: Scotty, you can claim to be a Thug all you want. But look at this, this is where I came from!

(Dreadnaught points outside the helicopter and it shows South Central, LA.)

Dreadnaught: Scotty, this is what I represent!

(The scene changes to show several run down buildings.)

Dreadnaught: These are the peeps that I represent Scotty! Straight from the hood! You see, when you look at Dread, you get no image! You get Street Game, No Gimmick! I am the real deal Scotty, and that’s why I am going to leave you for dead in the Pontiac Silverdome! I am here to get my head straight again Scotty. You see, there has been a piece of Dread missing lately, and that is the violence! The rage that won me the World Title just has not been there, but don’t mistake it for dead! It has been boiling up, and when I drop my game on you at Bruisermania, you will know all about the Psychotic Juggernaught!

(The camera pans out and shows the entire ghetto.)

Dreadnaught: Scotty, these people know about struggle. They know what it’s like to be broke. They know about hunger. Those are who I rep for Scotty. You are no Thug, and these people know it! You are nothing but a punk. You surround yourself with all these cats to protect you, and I hope they are in full force at Bruisermania, because I want to take them all down! They can’t fade a true Thug, and that is what you are looking at!

(The camera goes back to Dreadnaught.)

Dreadnaught: This ain’t about my title Scotty. (Dreadnaught points to the US title on his shoulder.) This is about riders and punks, and let me tell you Scotty, all this time in LA is clearing my head, and I know a punk when I see it! And when I look into your eyes, all I see is a scared coward! So be ready at Bruisermania Scotty, ‘cause I came to bring the pain!

(Dreadnaught smirks at the camera before the chopper takes off.)

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out to the cheers of the fans. He stands there looking down into the ring. His gaze is undisturbed as he begins to walk to the ring. He steps through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring. Once there, he stands there with his arms folded.)

Scotty: Judge... Ya been through Hell and back when it comes to me. As a matter of fact, the entire bWo has earned muh respect 'cpet for White Lightnin'... Yer just a punk and ya know it. But Judge, ya come here once 'gain ta put yer body on the line for the bWo. Ta make them look good. But yer sadly mistaken. I ain't gonna lay down for ya. I will be afta a win 'gainst ya anyway I can. So be ready... But there is someone else that weighs on muh mind... Dreadnaught..... Ya got just a few days before ya lose that US title ta me. Then ya gonna learn that yer just like all the rest... Just anotha victim... So Judge... Beat me... If ya can... Survive.... If I let ya...

(The Judge whips Scotty Scott into the ropes, but he accidently knocks into the ref, knocking him out cold. While Scotty checks on the ref, The Judge runs against the ropes and attempts a clothesline on Scotty Scott but he ducks under it and locks The Judge in the Scottamission! The Judge screams in pain as Scotty applies the hold even harder. With the ref down, The Judge kicks Scotty Scott with a low blow, forcing Scott to break the hold! The Judge takes advantage of the hunched over Scotty Scott, hitting him with a scissors kick. The Judge then heads to the top rope and as Scott slowly gets to his feet, The Judge leaps off the ring apron and hits Scotty Scott with the Gavel Smash! The Judge pins Scott as the ref gets back to his feet.)

PA: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena.
“Hit the Floor" by Linkin Park hits the PA system as red and blue lights
begin to strobe.. Tamer walks out from behind the curtain. Tamer walks down
the aisle with his title over his should slapping the fans hands and giving
autographs. Tamer makes it to the ring. Tamer hops up on the apron and
enters the ring. Tamer takes his title and places it on his shoulder.
Tamer climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his title in the air. Tamer goes
to all four corners. Tamer then stands in the middle of the ring and pats
his title, then turns around in a circle pointing to the crowd. )

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 a shiny robe on that reads on the back, "The Legend White Lightning". Behind him is Big Kev Nash holding the TV Title. White Lightning walks down to the ringside area. White Lightning enters the ring and poses for the crowd before removing the stolen IC Title and handing it to Big Kev on the outside and Big Kev hands him a mic)

White Lightning: Grand Rapids, Michigan…

(White Lightning pauses to look around the crowd)

White Lightning: …YOU SUCK!!

(Crowd Boos as an "BLEEPhole" chant starts)

White Lightning: In two weeks at Bruisermania, I will stand here before you as not only STILL the TV Champ, but also the NEW IC Champ. You see, I figured why wait until Mania to get my IC Title so I just took it from Vern on Bedlam. A legend like myself deserves to have all the gold that I want and that will happen once I become a double champion at Bruisermania. At Bruisermania Vern, not only will I kick your pretty boy @$$, but I also have a surprise of a lifetime for you. As I stand here before you the "Legend", and the "Career Killer", Vern, at Mania, you will just be another victim on my rampage to the top of this fed. Someone like yourself needs to realize that you are indeed stepping into the ring with a living legend, and Vern at Bruisermania this legend is going to End…YOUR…CAREER!

(White Lightning throws down the mic and awaits his opponent.)

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

(Suddenly, "Because of You" by Nickelback begins to play as Lowedown and Flame are seen making their way from the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Flame is seen holding something under her trenchcoat as she smiles and waves to the crowd. Lowedown leaps up onto the ring apron and watches the pyro shoot out from the four corners of the ring. Lowedown climbs into the ring and immediately asks for the microphone...)

Lowedown:GRAND RAPIIDS, MICHIGAN!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:WOLFPAC...MASTER Z IS GOING TO BE BURNED ALIVE AT BRUISERMANIA!

(The crowd erupts as Lowedown points up to a coffin being brought down from the ceiling. Lowedown watches as the coffin makes it's way to the center of the ring. As the coffin finally lands in the center of the ring, Lowedown straddles it and speaks...)

Lowedown:Before I talk about this stylish coffin here, I need to address something about tonight and Hardcore Harry.

(Lowedown pauses for a moment...)

Harry, I need to know something and I want you to be honest with me and yourself. Are you actually going to put up a fight here tonight or are you going to choke like you always do when the spotlight shines on you? I don't mind showing up here in front of all my peeps and entertaining like I always do, but am I going to have to carry you throughout my match?

(The crowd begins to chant "CHOKE" as Lowedown looks around the arena and smiles in front of the camera...)

Lowedown:Harry, you know that all I'm doing is messing with you don't ya? I know that after all the weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks of my peeps telling you how much you choke during matches of this caliber that you have toughened up haven't ya?

(Lowedown pauses as he taps his finger on his chin for a moment...)

Lowedown:Then again, I kind of get a kick out of BLEEPING you off. It makes it easier for me to watch you screw up and then drop you down for the 1...2...3. It makes me feel good. Almost as good as when I apparently "kicked" those flowers last week.

(Flame pulls out the dead roses from underneath her trenchcoat and tosses them into the ring. Lowedown walks over and picks them up and takes a brief smell of the dying bouquet and then drops them back to the ground before stepping on them...)

Lowedown:Let's change gears for a moment and go to this mystery person who thinks they are getting under my skin. You know I have been around the block a few times and I have danced around punks like you all around this business. I've seen Shadowy figures. I've even been the Shadowy figure and even that gets tiresome after a while.

I've told you son that if you have got something to me, you'd better learn to grow a backbone and face me like a man. You want to jump me from behind, you'd better have wings on your back and learn to fly away because you are stepping into my game here! Whether you are one of my "old" friends or enemies, it just doesn't matter to me. I will handle you just like I am going to handle Master Z at Bruisermania!

(Pause)

You see Mystery man, you can bring me flowers and you can put up post-it notes until you get carpal tunnel syndrome and it won't make a difference. The moment you step into this ring against me and show me who you really are, I will whoop your @$$ plain and simple! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

Lowedown:You know what Mystery man? Right after I put Master Z into this very coffin, I'm going to ask the Darklord to bring down another coffin especially made just for you. Then, I'm going to beat the everlovin' hell out of you, drop you in that coffin and roast you at 450 degrees right next to Master Z! That is the Lowedown on that!

Speaking of Z, I got a question for you partner. How's your head feeling? You still have a headache just pulsing through your head? You see what I don't understand is why did you run your head right into this cast here? It doesn't make sense to me! Hey Z! I know you're back there and I'm pretty sure you are slightly conscious here so allow me to show you the footage of what I'm talking about!

(The Bruisertron lights up to the six man tag team match up and before it shows where Lowedown is about to nail Master Z with his cast and it suddenly goes to snow. After a few seconds, the Bruisertron lights backs up and it shows the spot backwards to make it look like Master Z was running into the cast shot...)

Do you see what I mean? Master Z is just a glutton for punishment in my opinion. Just like at Bruisermania, he's going to find out how truly hot I can get! I am going to light your @$$ on fire! Then, I am going to make sure I throw in the World title in that cremation chamber and have it molded into the bWo World Heavyweight title!

Z, you are going into this match with the biggest chip on your shoulder aren't you? The good news is that I admire confidence in the person I'm fighting. The bad news is...I'm just feeling that much more confident that I will become the...

(The crowd joins in...)

FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!

World Heavyweight champion! You can bet your @$$ on that Z!

This is not just about the World Heavyweight title Z! This is about seeing who is the best in this business! You talk about me being second best the moment you came back to the BMWF? You were always second best the moment I showed up in the BMWF!

(Crowd pops)

In the Cremation match up, it is going to get hotter than you can possibly imagine and you know that the hotter it gets...the better I get! You and I are coming closer and closer to my title and the end of your wrestling career! Do yourself a favor and make sure your 401K plan is set up because at Bruisermania...it's your final match ya melee mouth sonofableep! That is the Lowedown on that!

("Because of You" begins to play again as Lowedown and Flame slide out of the ring and make their way through the crowd...)

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room, where
Vernon and Clancy are talking.)

Clancy: I just don' see why you ain't said nothin'
about it yet, son.

Vernon: Because I don't want him to have the
satisfaction of knowing he ruffled my feathers,
Clancy.

Clancy: But he's a damn thief, boy!

Vernon: Listen, Clancy. You are a master of
psychological manipulation, are you not?

Clancy: Well.

Vernon: You are. Now, why on earth do you think
little Whitey would stoop so low as to burgle my belt?

Clancy: Cuz he wanted to psyche you out.

Vernon: Precisely. I'm not going to let it work
though. As far as I'm concerned, he can hang onto
that damn thing as long as he likes. I'm not going to
get all kindergarten on his @$$. I know that after
Bruisermania, when I lay him out with the End of the
End, and hear that glorious 1-2-3, the referee will
simply return my property to me. It's not going
anywhere permanently, Clancy. It's just on vacation.
And when I get it back, it'll be bringing a friend.

Clancy: You know, son, you never cease to amaze me.
I sho nuff dig how you're handlin' this situation.

Vernon: Thank you, Clancy. I learned from the best,
you know.

Clancy: Damn strai..er..you got that right, son!

(They chuckle and shake hands.)

Vernon: Besides, tonight I have Pain to worry about.

Clancy: That's right. That crispy critter seems
hellbent on being a thorn in your side.

Vernon: Yeah, but you know what? I've already beaten
him before. It can be done. If you ask me, he's an
overrated pile of emu feces. He's a dummy, plain and
simple.

Clancy: A mighty big dummy.

Vernon: But a dummy nonetheless, Clancy. He can't
beat me, as I refuse to allow that to happen.

Clancy: Well, I'm sure you'll live up to your word.

Vernon: Don't I always?

Clancy: Sure do, son.

Vernon: That's right. Now let's go roast us a
wrassler!

Clancy: Sounds like a plan!

(They exit.)

FADE OUT

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as Pain begins to make his way down to the ring. He stares a hole through Vernon as he steps over the top rope. He walks to the center of the ring and raises his arms.... Once they drop flames shoot from the cornerposts.)

Pain: Vernon... What's the matter? Little man scared to defend your belt against me? I don't blame you... You have to ask yourself if you are ready to feel pain like you have never felt before. Vernon, can you withstand the heat? I don't think so. You have been so lucky in the past. BUt tonight your luck has run out and your blood will flow like water from a facet.

*Attack on Vern - After his match*

(White Lightning is seen running in from the crowd. He has a chair in hand. He has both the TV and IC Titles around his waist. He walks up behind Vern and swings the chair near his head and…)

*CRACK*

(White Lightning nails Vern with repeated chair shots to the back of the head before he throws down the chair. White Lightning then rips off the TV and IC Titles from around his waist. White Lightning grabs the IC Title and awaits Vern to get to his feet. Vern makes it to his feet as White Lightning charges him and nails him with the IC Title cutting open Vern's forehead. White Lightning admires his work before picking up both titles and then standing over the fallen body of Vernon. White Lightning grabs a mic.)

White Lightning: Vern, you see these titles

(White Lightning puts both titles right up against Vern's face.)\

White Lightning: After Brusiermania, both of these titles will be MINE!!!

(White Lightning walks off with both titles up the ramp and to the backstage area.)

LoweDown made Hardcore Harry submit to the Downtime in 0:06:02.
Rating: **** 1/4

*after Lowedown's match*

(A demonic voice comes over the PA.)

PA: Lowedown, time is running short. You called me out. Soon you will know who I am and who is going to personally send you out of wrestling forever.

No-Countout-No-DQ-Match:
Master Z pinned Mafioso after the Atomic Driver in 0:08:00.
Rating: ***

(Quiet Storm by Mobb Deep begins to play as the Bruisertron shows the words
ABOVE THE LAW scroll across the screen)

(The stage sparkled in the bright spotlights that so often signal Master Z's arrival. "Victory" blasted throughout the arena as the world champ slowly strut down to the ring wearing his belt. Master Z climbed the ringsteps and told the referee to hold the ropes open for him to enter. Master Z smirked as he accepted the microphone from the ring attendant.)

Master Z: Ya know what... for the first time in my career I am totally and completely stumped! I was reading the schedule this week and I see Master Z versus... versus... this person! I asked around the locker room as to who this is. I asked around the streets, who is my opponent. Nobody seemed to be able to tell me! Who is Mafioso and what is he doing in a match against the world champ!?!?

(Master Z leaned against the ropes with his brow lifted in confusion.)

Master Z: The world champ versus Mafioso is bad enough. But I read the fine print and learn that not only am I going to whoop this punk, but I cannot be counted out or disqualified! So to Mafioso, you fool, what are you going to do now?

(Master Z dropped the microphone with an echoing thud. He unhooked his belt and lets it fall to the mat. Master Z continued to step up face to face with Mafioso.)

(The bell rang and immediately Master Z reached into his pocket pulling out a pair of brass knucks. He slid them onto his fist and went to work. Master Z first caught Mafioso with a kick to the groin then added onto it with a swift uppercut with the knucks. Master Z reached into his other pocket and slid a similar pair of knucks onto his other fist.)

(Somewhat later in the match Master Z was still using the pair of brass knucks on each fist to inflict damage onto Mafioso. Master Z used combinations of rights, lefts, eye pokes, groin shots, and headbutts. Still early in the match, Mafioso was bleeding.)

(Master Z became bored with his opponent and decided to spice things up a bit. Z grabbed Mafioso by the hair and launched him over the top rope to the outside. This is where Z traded in his brass knucks for a steel chair. Z used the weapon as, without a better description, batting practice. Chair shots rang loudly through the arena.)

(The match continued on the outside with little offense from Mafioso. Master Z went through several mangled chairs before giving up on their reliability and structural integrity.)

(Still the match kept to the outside area of the ring. Master Z used old fashioned back body drops, hip tosses, body slams, sidewalk slams, and suplexes which proved deadly on the cold hard concrete.)

(At the end of the match Master Z wondered if he should waste his energy hauling Mafioso's limp body back into the ring and to the top rope for the Atomic Driver. Master Z quickly ended the match, and started the long process of toweling the blood (needless to say not his own) from his soaked clothing and hair.)

(Master Z once again grabbed a mic.)

Master Z: Lowedown, my thirst for fresh blood is gone. I can't wait to seal you in that coffin and set you ablaze! I won't stop til you're gone, Lowe. Get out while you still have your life! Master Z is your champion and that's all there is to it!

(Mafioso struggles to get to his feet and calls for a mic)

Mafioso: Master Z don't for one minute think that this is over. We still
have unfinished business to take care of. if you think one beat down is all
it takes to get rid of me than you are WRONG! I will continue to call out
the elite of the BMWF. I'm not afraid to take my share of @$$ whoopings and
come back for seconds,thirds, and fourths!

(Master Z promptly nailed Mafioso between the eyes with his Brass Knux, then executed another Atomic Driver on him. Z also nailed Carlos just for the heck of it, then walked off to the boos of the fans...)

Card rating: ** 3/4