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

SPECIAL NOTICE: Please remember that there are no ringside commentators for Live. Also, to those with new managers, remember that all managers, etc. must be paid for with Training Points which will be deducted at the next update which, hopefully, will be done this weekend.Thank you!

(Lowedown and Flame pull into the Birmingham NEC arena as the crowd is heard chanting his name. Lowedown pulls into the parking lot and parks right next to the limousines. Flame climbs out of the rental car and leans against the hood of the car. Lowedown steps out and looks around for a moment before slamming the door...)

Lowedown:What is up with these freakin' English drivers? I was signaling and driving the speed limit!

Flame:I think it was the fact that everyone that cut you off was threatened with the biggest @$$whoopin' ever imaginable if I remember it correctly.

Lowedown:Well, what did you expect?

Flame:Everyone here has been so nice to us here. Please try to contain around here okay?

Lowedown:Look, I'm still going with the excuse that the soldier guy standing there with the big hat pushed me first.

Flame:He's a guard you goofball! He's a royal guard!

Lowedown:Well whoopie doo dah day! It's not my fault the Queen was to be "knighted" by yours truly. I don't like when big hat freaks like that bump into me. He's just lucky I was saving myself for whoopin' Witherspoon's @$$ here tonight.

(Just as Flame rolls her eyes at her husband, Michael Bole is seen making his way over towards them and shakes hands with both Lowedown and Flame. Lowedown grabs the World title out of the vehicle and throws it over his shoulder. Lowedown waves to a few of the ring crew as Michael Bole starts the interview...)

Bole:It looks like Withersppon is finally getting his wish here tonight as he is facing you here tonight. What are you feeling about this match here tonight?

(Lowedown smirks for a moment and then pulls the hair away from his face...)

Lowedown:Is that what you're here to ask me Bole? You want to ask me about Witherspoon? Look, I know you have something better to ask me than Witherspoon right?

Bole:Well I...

Lowedown:Michael?

Bole:Well, I was just curious about...

Lowedown:Look Bole, I know Witherspoon has his opportunity to step into the ring with the five time World Heavyweight champion and I am more than happy to show Witherspoon what a first class bloodbath is all about. However, I am more interested in this recent spring of events in regards to the World title.

Bole:What do you mean?

Lowedown:Well look at the big picture here Michael. We got Whitey whining and BLEEPING and complaining about wanting to be the World champion when he can barely pulling his BLEEP out of his pants to take a leak!

(Lowedown pauses...)

Lowedown:Then, we have Master Z claiming he is the best thing still going today even after I gave him the extra crispy treatment and took back my World title. He's another thorn in my side.

Bole:And I'm guessing the most popular one on your list is your former friend Scotty Scott.

Lowedown:Oh you mean the man who wants to take me out completely? The man who suddenly has been borrowing the scripts of Pain and wants to destroy me. Oh what a shocker! Someone else who wants to put me on the shelf. Oh what to do with this one?

Bole:Are you taking this a bit lightly?

Lowedown:On the contrary Michaelodeon...I take this very seriously. These are men who have stood by me and have stood against me. I know what they want and what they will do to get it. The thing is... I sure as hell don't care about their bullbleep agenda! The reason why I don't care is because I know what I have to do to keep this belt around my waist! If I have to deep fry Z's sorry @$$ again, so be it! If I have to put enough pressure on Scotty's spine to make him 4 foot 5 instead of the 4 foot 7 he is right now...so be it! And if Whitey needs to be taken down to prove that he isn't even close to becoming the World Heavyweight champion...SO BE IT! Lightning, all you had to ask was ask me for a shot and I would have given it to you any day of the week! But i guess you felt ruining the best thing going today was more important to you. Well, I hope you can live with your decisions because this one...

(Lowedown leans into Michael Bole...)

Lowedown:This one is going to bite you in the @$$! That is the Lowedown on that!

(Lowedown and Flame walk off and leave Michael Bole standing in the parking lot...)

Dork The Clown pinned Rod Killings with the Whoopie Cushion in 0:04:53.
Rating: -*

(The camera cuts to the Birmingham NEC parking lot earlier in the day where people are still arriving. A blue Thunderbird zooms into the arena and parks. The driver side door opens and out steps The Judge to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He grabs his bags from the trunk and is about to head into the building when Michael Bole approaches.)

Bole: JUDGE! Can I get your comments on the bWo splitting up?

(The Judge stops and turns towards Bole.)

Judge: For your information Michael, the bWo did not split up. We just have hit a little snag and I can promise you, everything will be worked out on Bedlam this Monday.

Bole: I don't know about that Judge...White Lightning and LoweDown seem pretty intent on hurting each other at Tokyo Terror this month!

Judge: Michael! I just told you, next week on Bedlam I will bring both White Lightning and LoweDown out to the ring and calmly explain to them why the bWo should stay together. I'm sure they will listen to reason and therefore the match will not take place.

Bole: Well, if you had to pick a side...whose would it be?

Judge: Michael, I won't need to pick a side! Everything will be worked out, you'll see!

Bole: Tonight Judge you face former bWo member and mentor, Dreadnaught. Just a few weeks ago you managed to beat Dreadnaught at BMWF Live. Do you think tonight will be a repeat?

Judge: Michael, let's get one thing straight...I have a lot of respect for Dreadnaught. But I have so much on my mind and so much aggression to take out, from Cash Flo attacking me to being beat by that pansy Sledge, it wouldn't matter if I was facing Dreadnaught or Dork the Clown tonight! Dreadnaught is one hell of a wrestler, but to answer your question, yes, tonight will be nothing but a repeat.

Bole: One last question Judge, last week on Bedlam you issued a challenge out to Cash Flo for a match at Tokyo Terror...has Cash Flo answered you yet?

Judge: Yes, he has! But he accepted on one condition...that I no longer interfere in any of his matches leading up to Tokyo Terror. If I can handle this, he says, then I get to pick the kind of match that we will have at Tokyo Terror.

Bole: Any ideas yet?

Judge: Yes, I have a lot of possible ideas on how I can destroy Cash Flo's career! You know, it's such a shame that it had to end this early after he came back, he really could have done something with his career besides depending on me to put on great matches! Because if you really think about it Michael, almost all of Cash Flo's best matches were with me! Our Courtroom Brawl match, our Original Caged Ladder match, and our Tag Team title reign...he was riding on my coattails! But finally at BMWF Tokyo Terror on April 26, I will dispose of that Elton John wannabe and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge grabs his bags and heads inside the building as the camera fades.)

(The scene opens up in the car park of the Birmingham NEC in Birmingham, England. "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi is sporting a tan colored t-shirt with a white under-shirt and baggy green cargo pants, he has a gym bag slung over his right shoulder. Next to him is Athena Hashi, sporting a black top with a pink skull n' cross bones on and baggy tan colored cargo pants.)

TAI HASHI: The last stop of the World Tour here in the United Kingdom. Athena, I'm going to really miss this place. The people, the sights, the other stuff.

TAI HASHI: Yeah, the stuff that the British don't notice but the tourists do. Like their language, they call a dog leash a lead. They spell color as "c" "o" "l" "o" u" "r".

Tai Hashi: It will be you, Aquatic and Judge Moody against Sarah Lyn, Jackeline J. and Francine.

Athena Hashi: That sucks. Me and Aquatic on the same team! What is Bruiser thinking? And then to rub salt in the wound puts grandma in the equation?

Tai Hashi: Yeh, but have you seen this guy the past few weeks, he's changed alot. I used to be a big fan of his, I gave him respect last time I faced him. Backstage, we talked before but now he's a complete jack@$$! He's *bleep*ing off the fans, trying to tell everyone how great he is and how he doesn't need the crowd cheering him on! He's got a major screw-loose and tonight I'm gonna try and knock some sense into the Tazz wanabe. Let's head inside.

Athena Hashi: Can we get a powerade while we're in there? My throat feels like someone just shoved a flaming torch down there.

(The Scene opens up in Ignition locker room as he is lying back on the couch
in his vintage white leather tank top, and white sunglasses. On the table is
some sort of cloth, and Ignition is staring into the camera with a smug
smirk.)

Ignition: It’s funny. . .

(Ignition takes his glasses off and picks up the piece of cloth on the
table. It seems to be a piece of air bag.)

Ignition: You never quite know where loyalties lie until rough roads, and
tough times come about. What am I talking about? Well, let me take you back
to about a month ago. You see, The Best, and I do mean the BEST Young Gun in
this fed got into a wild ride to say the least. The fans very own Ignition
got into a car wreck.

(Ignition motions towards his air bag)

Ignition: And this piece of BLEEP right here is the only thing that got me
out of that mess alive! Was I hospitalized? You darn right I was! Was it a
life or death situation? You got that right!

(Ignition throws his airbag onto the ground and stares into the camera)

Ignition: Now here I am, back with a vengeance, NO THANKS TO MY FANS!

(Ignition relaxes back on the couch.)

Ignition: My ungrateful fans, who were usually there for me when I needed
them, weren’t there for me when I needed them the most! The only person who
cared enough to drop me a line was my man Scotty! I went through the
toughest time of my life ALONE, and like usual, I did it with style. It’s
all good though, you see I found something out. What did I find out you ask?
Well, to put it frankly, I can do this gig BY MYSELF! I don’t need no scum
sucking fans hanging on my back! So that means I am done working my heart
out to impress the fans, I am done with the late match heroics, I am done
being the “good guy”, and I am done with my so called fans! You see, I
finally realized why people like the great Master Z, and other famous heels
were so successful. They didn’t waste time trying to please the
unappreciative fans, instead they went out into that very ring and got the
job done!

(Ignition stands up, puts his glasses on, and walks around the table.)

Ignition: This time, Ignition will continue from where he left off. This
time, Ignition is gonna continue his rise to the top, but THIS TIME,
Ignition is leaving the fans in his dust while he rolls over anyone, and
everyone in his way! So to all my fans, I guess you could say I have a new
motto. All of you, can kiss my white @$$ because I am through with all of
you!

Now, as far as all the wrestlers of the BMWF are concerned, beware. I still
have more heart and determination that every last one of ya’s and if any of
you think differently, feel free to step up. While I was gone I kept a close
eye on whose heads were getting to big, and who was slowing down. Sledge, my
man, you and I, well, there is no you and I. I am not your friend, buddy or
pal. We were supposed to go mono eh mono at Bruisermania, and that never
happened. What do ya say we finish what we started last month? Sledge, I
beat ya once for the US title with the fans tagging along my side. This time
things are different. This time, I don’t have thousands of little nats
begging me for attention. THIS TIME, Ignition ain’t gonna be merciful, and
this time Sledge, Ignition will take you out for good! So, if you got the
guts, and I know you have one heck of a gut, how about you and I go at it in
the battle of all battles at the PPV? Get back to me big guy.

(Ignition winks at the camera.)

Ignition: Now that the dirty work is taken care of, let me say this. Scotty,
I am your man, you were there for me when I needed you the most, so unless
you tell me otherwise, you got the BEST Young Gun backing you up. You know
why I appreciate you Scotty? From day one, when everyone else was skeptical
about the highest stylin man in the business today, you recognized the
talent. You Scotty, offered me a spot in the Union when all the members
didn’t want me. It was also you that came to my aid when I was out of it
last month. So for that Scotty, I am here for you! There’s nothing I
respect, or value, more than a loyal man. So with that said, I do believe I
gotta go out and solidify my skill amongst the BMWF Elite, no wait, I gotta
fight a jobber.

(Ignition smiles toward the camera)

Ignition: Either way, I am walking out with the win, and I won’t accept
anything less! That’s just my style!

(Ignition gets up, adjusts his tank-top and walks out of the locker room
with a swagger)

(The scene opens up backstage in the corridors of the Birmingham NEC arena. Athena Hashi is now dressed in her ring attire. A short pink tube-top and short pink hot-pants with the words "Athena" written on the butt in black. Next to her is Kevin Kellie)

Kevin Kellie: Hi Athena, tonight you're in another six woman tag team match. Your partneres are Judge Moody and Aquatic, what are you're thoughts on them?

Athena Hashi: Me and Aquatic, same team, teammates! No way, this cannot happen. We have been at each others throats for months and now that we both return at BruiserMania we are now teammates. This sucks! But I'm going to be a mature woman and I will take this seriously, me and Aquatic are going to work as a team. If she doesn't want to work as a team then I think it's time to kick some @$$! And about Judge Moody, that woman may be a good wrestler. But I'm a better wrestler and at least I look good! That wrinkly old *bleep* couldn't look good sitting next to a tramp! Oh wait, she already soes sit next to a tramp, called Executioner!

Kevin Kellie: Well how about your opponents, Francine, Jacklyn J. and Sarah Lyn?

(Aquatic was walking down the hallway with a bag around her shoulder. Michael Bole approached her.)

Bole: Aquatic! A word?

Aquatic: I really don't have time for this, Mikey....

Bole: Well, I just wanted to hear your thoughts about your big tag match coming up-

(Aquatic grabbed the mike from Michael Bole.)

Aquatic: Bole....let me ask the questions. Didn't I say I have a managing assignment coming up?

Bole: Um...yes?

Aquatic: And don't you know I have a woman's title shot this Monday night on BMWF Bedlam?

Bole: Yes?

Aquatic: So Bole.....why would I care about the tag match? As a respectable businesswoman, I have more important things on my mind all right. Tonight...it's just another night at the office.

(Aquatic threw the microphone far away from her.)

Aquatic: Fetch.

(Aquatic walked off as Michael Bole chased after the microphone.)

FADE

(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing outside of the bWo locker room. Standing next to him, wearing a long judge robe and the BMWF Women's Championship belt around her waist, is Judge Moody.)

Bole: Judge Moody, tonight right here on BMWF Live you team up with Aquatic and Athena Hashi to take on Sarah Lyn, Jacklyn J, and Francine.

Moody: You know, being the Current Women's Champion, I think that there should be more matches involving just me, and not some of those other useless girls who are just here to make some variety. I mean, Francine, Jacklyn J, Athena Hashi...does anyone actually think they have a chance at beating me for this lovely Women's Championship belt that will stay on my waist until I'm done with it?

Bole: Well, I'm not quite sure if this will be a factor for you or not, but last week on Bedlam, The Judge fired your manager, The Executioner.

Moody: Are you actually insisting that I need help to win my matches? Where were you at Bruisermania Michael? I won that match fair and square, The Executioner wasn't even ringside for that one! As far as The Executioner leaving goes, I don't think it was a fair move by The Judge...he wasn't thinking about me when he made that decision. And now I hear he's getting a new woman manager? What is he trying to do...bring in another contender for my Women's title?

Bole: Speaking of contenders and the Women's title, this Monday on Bedlam you face Aquatic with your Women's title on the line. How do you think this match will go?

Moody: Exactly the way I want it to Michael! Aquatic is nothing but a waste of space that I talked about earlier, and now that she no longer has her precious Eco-system idiots protecting her, I will be able to beat her fair and square! You saw what happened last time I faced her...Inferno ran in and hit me with a chair! Aquatic makes me so angry...well, you'll see tonight on Live and next week on Bedlam just how angry I can get.

Bole: Any final comments Judge Moody?

Moody: Yeah, I AM the Women's division, and if you fans don't want to accept that, that's too bad, because THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Judge Moody walks off as the camera fades.)

(Tamer stands backstage getting a coffee. He looks up and begins to smile
widely. Soon Sarah Lyn walks into the scene. Tamer was smiling at her.)

Sarah: What the (beep) are you smiling about?

Tamer: You don’t remember?

Sarah: Remember what?!

Tamer: Well, this is kinda where we first met a month ago. I think it’s
funny we meet again here.

Sarah: Ha (beep)ing ha!

Tamer: I’m sensing hostility. Are you mad at me?

Sarah: Whatever... Look, I don’t have time for your little games, so...

Tamer: My games? Ha, aren’t you the one who with the games around here. I
mean you played games with Tyrone. Then you tried to get me to play your
little game. So I’d say you’re the all mighty queen of ga-

Sarah: Don’t ever interrupt me again... As I was saying, I don’t have time
for your games. You proved to be king of chivalry, you thwarted my plans I
had for that ape.

Tamer: I kinda did didn’t I? Anyway you deserved that. I did it for Rachel
and even if she wasn’t in the picture I might have done it. Because no one
deserves that kind of crap. Tyrone I realize was just doing what he did
because he was following what he thought was coming from his heart.

Sarah: Psssssh... This coming from the little boy who tried to be buddies
with Tyrone just so he could get with his girl.

Tamer: Oh so you’re going to try and rip me up? I don’t think so sweet
cheeks. I’d rather be Tyrone’s friend then have to spend any extended
length of time with a mind trip like you.

Sarah: Ooh, I’m so hurt. Little boy, if you ever had me, I’d break you in
half in just 5 minutes.

Tamer: You could only be so lucky to ever “have me”.

Sarah: Whatever, I really don’t need this.

Tamer: I hope you learned your lesson, which I doubt. But you see you don’t
get it. Controlling Tyrone isn’t the way to have his heart. I mean I got
this feeling that deep down in your heart, if you have one, you actually
love Tyrone. Your problem is you don’t even know who you are. The only thing
you know how to be is a mind controlling slut. But you see you didn’t win,
good conquered your evil @$$. The worst part is you don’t even think what
you did was wrong nor do you comprehend it. All your ever going to be in
life is a worthless nobody who never has anyone who truly can care for you
because what you want is a drone not a partner. Anyway...What you did was
wrong and so I fixed it. I did what was best for Rachel and for Tyrone.

Sarah: You think you know everything don’t you. Tyrone doesn’t have a clue
what’s best for him. He’s a lost puppy. A pitbull capable of killing, yes,
but a lost little puppy nonetheless. You didn’t free him from my tyranny.
You simply put him on a hunt for a new girl. Maybe next time it’ll be your
sister.

Tamer: Whoa, looks like I was right and now you’re bitter.

Sarah: You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.

Tamer: I hope she’s prettier.

Sarah: Please!

Tamer: Actually, I’d rather not. Good bye!

(Tamer walks off from the coffee table. Sarah has a look of disgust on her
face.)

Sarah: Ugh! What a little worm.

(From off camera, Tamer calls something out)

Tamer: Oh and by the way! The men’s bathroom is down the other hall!

FADE

( A black limosuine pulls into the arena. It comes to a halt and the driver
gets out and goes to open up the rear door. Out steps Jacklyn J followed by
Asylum. The two start to walk towards the locker room area.)

Jacklyn J.: You're sure you don't want my help tonight in the Hardcore title
match with Tyrone Smith?

Asylum: I'm positive baby. I don't think you'd be safe there and I don't
want to see anything happen to you.

Jacklyn J.: Hey, I can take care of myself. Besides that neanderthal
couldn't cath me if he tried.

Asylum: Maybe not but you never know. Besides I don't need you as a
distraction at ring side.

JAcklyn J.: Oh so now I'm a distraction. When the hell did I become a
distraction and stop being an asset.

(Asylum drops his head an starts to walk off.)

Jacklyn j.: Get you @$$ back here I'm not finished with you.

(JAcklyn follows him as they leave.)

Aquatic, Judge Moody and Athena Hashi defeated
Sarah Lyn, Jacklyne J. and Francine when Aquatic pinned Francine with the
Ice Breaker in 0:03:32.
Rating: 1/2*

(The intro to "Toxic" by Britney Spears begins, as the lyrics kick in Athena Hashi walks through the curtains wearing a pink tube-top and pink hot-pants, she smacks herself on the butt and then does a sexy dance as the crowd hoot and whistle. She walks down the ramp and heads into the ring.)

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN!

("Going Under" by Evanescence played over the PA System as Aquatic came out to a mixed reaction. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she held her clipboard. She walked down to the ring, slid the clipboard into the ring, and hopped up to the apron. She walked in between the ropes and picked up her clipboard and a microphone.)

Aquatic: Hooray. Another exhibition six-woman tag match made to suppress the entire division. I feel like such a free and liberated woman that I could tear off all my clothes right this instant. (Aquatic got a few catcalls, despite the blatant sarcasm.) Oh man, you people really aren't all that intelligent, are you? Well anyway....another day, another paycheck. At least I get to see England. This is a pretty nice country. (Crowd pop) That didn't deserve a cheer at all. Too easy. Well…at least I have a woman's title match coming up, so I'll just coast through this match, take a few notes on Moody, and have myself a nice warm-up for my title victory…er, challenge. Remember this "The beginning of an era only means another must-begin. No religion's apocalypse is followed by nothing. It is followed by a triump and era of a new force be it good or evil. And who are we to side with the 3% of atheists?"

(Aquatic was met with blank expressions.)

Aquatic: I'M SAYING THAT WHEN I BEAT MOODY, IT WILL BE A NEW ERA! HOW DENSE ARE YOU PEOPLE?!?!??!

(Aquatic was met with a good portion of "delayed reaction" cheers, and she dropped the mike and began to bang her head against the turnbuckles.)

(The lights in the arena start to flicker to a crimson red.)

PA: Everything run red, So will you!

(Points of Authority by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Jacklyn coems out
from behind the curtain and walks down the ramp. Jacklyn slides in the ring
and jumps on a turnbuckle. JAcklyn taunts to the crowd and does a backflip
off.)

(A black British cab pulls up in the arena parking lot and Joe and Chuck Tunny exit. Both are dressed as usual, with the addition of the Urban Legend fedoras on their heads. The camera closes in.)

Tunny: (to the cab driver) How much is that? What? Alright, I’ll see what I got here.

(Tunny rifles through his pockets, bringing out loads of coins. He starts sorting through them.)

Tunny: What’s this? A pound? A shilling? Aaah, *bleep* it! I can’t figure out yer stupid-@$$ money anyhow! Take it all!

(Tunny flings two fistfuls of coins at the driver and walks toward the arena.)

Chuck: Why can’t these people just use American dollars and cents like normal people?

Tunny: I know. What a backward country this is!

Chuck: Gotta love ‘em fish an’ chips, though!

Tunny: Ya know it!

(The camera fades as they enter the arena.)

(The camera shows members of the Urban Legends talking in the hallway. The camera pans back and Dreadnaught is seen walking by. William Black stops the group from talking and stands out in the hallway. He comes face to face with Dreadnaught.)

Black: Dread, it seems that we have formed the Urban Legends, and you would be a perfect fit. What do you say?

(Dreadnaught looks surprised.)

Dreadnaught: Yo, that sounds like an offer I can’t refuse…

(Dreadnaught extends his hand and Black extends his as well. Just as they are about to shake, Dreadnaught pulls his hand back and laughs.)

Dreadnaught: I can’t believe you thought I was serious. On the streets, we would call you an easy mark, Black! Listen, all I see in front of me is four cats who have done NOTHING! Slappy Joe, yeah, you may have come close against Tyrone, but I have taken him all the way down! Mafioso, Black, and 4X4…

Jones: The names Levon!

(Black stands in front of Levon.)

Dreadnaught: Whatever son! All I’m saying is, you cats done NOTHING, which makes you NOTHING! I may be the biggest legend of the streets, but even I wouldn’t hang with you boys!

Black: The offer stands, just consider it!

Jones: The offer stands, but you may not be if you don’t take it!

Dreadnaught: Yeah, I hear you F250! But, I am giving you three seconds to get out my face. 1…

(Black looks at Jones.)

Dreadnaught: 2…

(Dreadnaught stares right into the face of Jones. Black pulls Jones out of the way before Dreadnaught walks through the group. Dreadnaught stops and turns around.)

Dreadnaught: You know what you just did Jones, you got your boy Mafioso a beat down on Bedlam! Why don’t you check what I do to fools?

(Dreadnaught smirks as he continues to walk down the hall. Mafioso turns to Jones with an intense glare.)

(Witherspoon is walking around backstage. He turns a corner to see Lowedown and Flame talking at the end of the hallway. A smirk crosses his face and he walks up to them and clears his throat. Lowedown turns around and glares at him. Both men stare at each other as Lowedown takes a drag from his cigar and blows the smoke in the air...)

Lowedown: What the hell do you want? An autograph or do you want to buy a bWo t-shirt on clearance?

Witherspoon: Hey Lowedown, how’s it going?

Lowedown: You're asking me how it's going? Tell me you got something more important on your mind? You were begging for a match with me and now you're trying to sneak up on me again?

(Lowedown cracks his knuckles as he appears to be getting angrier...)

Witherspoon: Calm down man. I was only asking how you were doing. You wanna be in top shape for our match tonight.

Lowedown: Top shape? Baby, do I look out of shape?

Flame:You look good to me. Not that I'm being biased or anything.

Lowedown: Im ready for it. Question is, are you?

Witherspoon: Hell yes I am! Here it is, just one month after my first match here in the BMWF, and I’m already in the main match for the night. I couldn’t be happier.

Lowedown: You had better be ready, cause your going to be facing the

FIVE TIME!

FIVE TIME!

FIV…

(Witherspoon places his fingers in his ears to try and block Lowedown's shouting. Lowedown stops after the second "FIVE TIME"...)

Witherspoon: I heard you the first time.

(Lowedown gets in Witherspoon’s face)

Lowedown: You disrespecting me. Just how stupid are you? Did you forget your meds?

Witherspoon: I’m just sick of that whole five time! Five time! Bull*bleep*! What the hell is the point?

Lowedown:I'm a five time champion ya moron! You want to go right now and save my peeps blood on their clothes?

Witherspoon: Hey now, save it for the match. I’ll see you later.

(Witherspoon turns to walk away, but then stops.)

Witherspoon: On second thought, what the hell.

(Witherspoon turns and sends his right fist into Lowedown’s temple. The exchange fists in the hall way, each giving what they get. Witherspoon slams Lowedown into a wall and drives his fists into Lowedown’s gut. He steps back to deliver a solid punch to Lowedown's head, but Lowedown pushes him against and opposite wall and begins to drive his fists into Witherspoon's gut. Witherspoon fights back and they drop to the ground, Witherspoon jumps on Lowedown's chest and driving his fists into Lowedown's face. Lowedown throws Witherspoon off of him and sends him into a stack of BMWF cargo boxes. Lowedown pops back up on his feet as Witherspoon rises back up. Both men are about to rush each other when security rushes from around the corner and breaks them up.Witherspoon is seen smiling as security begins to escort him away...)

Lowedown:Is that all you got Spoon?!? Just wait till tonight punk! You're gonna regret trying me tonight!

Witherspoon: I’m looking forward to it. I'll see you in the ring.

(The security guards herd Witherspoon off, leaving Lowedown and Flame standing in the hall. Flame starts to look over Lowe’s face as he picks up his cigar and places it back in his mouth...)

Lowedown:Got some spunk that kid.

Flame:Ya think?

Lowedown:I'm gonna hate beating the hell out of him. He's not a bad kid.

fade...

Team Beautiful (Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy) defeated
Altar Boy Mark and Friar Fergus when Tazan Boy defeated Fergus by
disqualification in 0:14:02.
Rating: -***

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful make their way down to the ring. The BMWF World tag team titles strapped around their waists as they enter the ring.)

Rey: Essa... I can't believe that to brave luchadores are still stuck here in this cystpool of a country, England.

Tazan: Well the bar wentches are ok I guess.... The do have big...

Rey: Man you can find women like that everywhere. what is more important that this tour hurries up through England. I am really disguisted by this... I have not heard one decent mariachi band since I have been here.

Tazan: So true and then you fingure in that we have to face Friar Furgus and Alter Boy mark.

Rey: Let's get this over with.... Maybe there is some hootchie that might be worthy enough of my time.

(Mafioso is walking around the Birmingham NEC talking on a cell phone)

Mafioso: Yeah ok I think it's a good idea too. Listen I need to go and talk
some things over with the guys so I'll talk to you later.

(Mafioso slaps his cell phone shut and continues to walk as the scene fades)

(Backstage)

(Kolic is shown in a training room, squaring off against a dummy. He takes a
deep breath and begins. He assaults the dummy with flurries of kicks and
karate chops for a minute, then quickly pulls out his short swords and
slices it in half. The bottom half hits the floor with a PLOP and spills
sand everywhere.)

Kolic: Too bad I couldn’t do that to Axe...

(Kolic sheathes the sword and walks out of the training room)

(Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski is seen walking down a hallway toward his locker room when he is approached by Slim Jim Sullivan)

Slim Jim: Sledge, tonight you face White Lightning.... for the first time, what are you going to do....

Sledge: What am I going to do? I'm going to do what I always have, I'm going to go in there an' beat the livin' bejeezus out of him..... that's what I'm gonna do....

Slim JIm: How can you be so prepared for a competitor of this calibre on such short notcie?

Sledge: Because I have a little friend that helped me with this long ago..... I was there front row for the preparation that went into Bob "Box" Bartelstein preparing for him..... I sat there and talked strategy with the man..., the question is "is Whitey prepared for Sledge?"

Slim Jim: White Lightning is one of the fed best..... so I'm sure if anyone can be ready.... its him.....

Sledge: exactly.... and I respect him for that, and I respect him because he finally decided to step out of Lowedown's shadow....

Slim Jim: So you're happy over the bWo's break up?

Sledge: To tell the truth Jim, no.... because I'd rather have the bWo all lumped together rather then scattered.... because then you know they will jpoin up... but its just a matter of when..... plus even I have to admit.... they've done some amazing things for the fed.....

Slim Jim: compliments for the bWo from Sledge?

Sledge: uhhhhhh..... I have to go.....

(Sledge turns and hurries off leaving Slim Jim SUllivan behind)

P.A.: BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

(John Lee Hooker starts to blare from the sound system
as Levon Jones makes his way out to the ramp. He
scowls and raises his fist in the air as the crowd
boos him mercilessly. He heads toward ringside and
grabs a mic, then enters the ring.)

Levon: Shut the hell up! (crowd boos) Y'all ain't
got no kinda class whatsoever if you ask me. How you
gon' boo Levon Jones? Huh? Take a long, hard look at
this, people. What you see here is 6'9", 346 pounds
of rock solid destruction. I am an Urban Legend,
dammit!

(He takes a moment to argue with some fans in the
front row before continuing.)

Levon: But I didn't come out here to jaw with the
likes o' you. I came out here to talk about some
things, startin' with Prime Time. Now, I think it's
perfectly clear to everyone that I have a real beef
with them folks. I worked, and toiled, and slaved for
over a year for those people, and I got nothin'. No
respect, no recognition, nothin'. So I kicked Vernon
and Clancy's @$$es! (crowd boos) Sure, y'all can get
b'hind them, but whenever I got a match, y'all just
change the channel or go to the restroom. I'm tellin'
you straight up how it is, folks: Prime Time is the
most self-centered, egotistical bunch o' misfits I
ever seen. Y'all can mark my words - they gonna fall,
hard, soon.

(He pauses and looks around the arena at the livid
fans.)

Levon: And let's get a little more specific now, if I
may. I wanna talk about the man I am facing tonight,
the man called Tamer. (pop) Yeah, I ain't never seen
such a little goody-two-shoes in all my life. This
son of a *BLEEP* acts like his *BLEEP* don't stink.
He goes on and on about tamin' people, lockin' 'em in
cages and whatnot. Sounds like somebody's got a li'l
S&M fetish o' some kind. I've lived with Tamer, so
I'm privy to quite a bit o' classified information.
For example, did y'all know that he never gives money
to bums on the street? Yeah, I bet you didn't. I
seen him bump into a little ol' lady at the
supermarket, nearly knockin' her over, an' don't you
know he didn't even say he was sorry? That's the
kinda man y'all cheer for. Hell, he cheated on his
tax return! I don't think baby oil counts as a
"business expense," although he did have a nice
supplemental income last year from the local sperm
bank. That's the difference 'tween him and Vernon. At
least Vernon is publicly unscrupulous. But Tamer,
well, he's nothin' but a big, fat hypocrite! That's
why tonight is gonna be so enjoyable. I'm gonna whip
his sorry @$$ an' expose him for the pretender he is,
people! He's goin' down for the one, two, three, and
my hand will be raised in victory, the way it oughtta
be. Levon Jones says Tamer's my *BLEEP* tonight - and
that's that!

(He drops the mic and exits the ring amidst a barrage
of jeers and catcalls.)

FADE OUT

(Michael Bole is walking through the halls and gets to Witherspoon's locker room. He pushes open the door to see Witherspoon standing in front of the tv in the dark room. Footage of Lowedown's matches are playing on the screen, and Witherspoon is holding a lit cigarette in each hand. His eyes dart over towards Bole as he brings the first cigarette to his mouth and takes a drag, then he does the same with the second one. He blows the smoke from his nose and mouth.)

Witherspoon: Can I help you Bole?

Bole: I was hoping I could ask you some questions.

Witherspoon: Im very busy right now. Come back some other time.

Bole: Just a few short ones...

Witherspoon: No Bole. Now get out, before I remove you.

Bole: Uhh, right.

(Bole exits the room quickly, closing the door on Witherspoon who went back to watching the TV. Bole stands outside the locker room door and looks at the camera.)

Bole: As you can see Spoon is very focused on his match tonight.

(fade)

H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D I-N-C appears on the Bruiserton

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 leather kilt, a HI tank-top and his customary chair and handcuffs)
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer… (The flares continue to burn as he rolls into the ring)

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 pulls a microphone from his waistband and addresses the arena)

Ezekiel: Cash Flo has made his long anticipated return to the shores of the BMWF. Since his return he has made numerous negative comments regarding those who surround him. Cash Flo all that you are doing is creating additional obstacles in your journey, listen to the truth I bring and follow me into the light.

(Ezekiel and Cash Flo lock up in the centre of the ring. Cash Flo goes behind with a waistlock. Cash Flo’s attempted backdrop is blocked, and Ezekiel hits a hip-toss. Ezekiel whips Cash Flo into the turnbuckles and follows in with a splash, and throws Cash Flo to the outside through the ropes. Ezekiel follows out a suplexes Cash Flo into the ring-steps with a deafening sound)
(Cash Flo with Ezekiel down in the ring. Cash Flo with a number of well placed stomps to the head of Ezekiel, he picks Ezekiel up and knocks him back down with a lariat. Cash Flo toying with Ezekiel whips him into the corner. Cash Flo follows in and is met my a drop toe hold causing his head to snap of the middle turnbuckle, Ezekiel takes advantage of the situation and locks in a guillotine choke on Cash Flo. Cash Flo struggles but manages to reach the ropes. Ezekiel helps Cash Flo to his feet and whips him to the ropes, as he comes back Ezekiel locks in a rolling butterfly lock)

(Tai Hashi walks out of his locker room, he is quickly pounced on by BMWF interviewer Michael Bole.)

Michael Bole: So, tonight you face off with the legendary BMWF superstar, Scotty Scott, how are you feeling?

Tai Hashi: I'm feeling fine, why shouldn't I be feeling fine? The old Scotty Scott has gone, the legend has passed. He's now just another BMWF jerk that thinks that the fans suck, these English fans came here to be entertained, not to be ridiculed by a bald headed Tazz wannabe called Scotty Scott. This guy has problems, he probably got dropped on his bald head when he was a baby. Let's hope I knock sense into him tonight right here in BIRMINGHAM, ENGLAND!

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as Pain lumbers out of the backstage. Some fans get his attention. He begins to walk towards them and they scatter. He starts back towards the ring. He steps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. He raises his arms and drops them as flames shoot out of the cornerposts.)

Pain: Scrappy Joe... You have the nerve to step in the ring with me after insulting a friend of mine? You think that you been lucky by beating the other rookies.... Now.... You get me... Be ready for something like you have never seen before in your life... I am a former tag team champion... I could easily take any title here in the BMWF... But I have not so chose... I find my enjoyment... In destroying young wrestlers' lives... Like your's... Hahahahahahaha!!!!!

(In the middle of Tunny’s match)

Pain sends Tunny into the ropes, and knocks him down hard with a shoulder block!

(Suddenly, “Mobscene” blares from the speakers.)

(Pain turns quickly toward the entrance ramp, glaring menacingly up at the stage. A few seconds go by, but nobody exits. Meanwhile, Tunny has gotten up and is stalking Pain from behind. As Pain is distracted, Tunny bounces himself off the ropes and hits Pain with a dropkick to the back of the head, sending him tumbling out of the ring. The music stops.)

(HA! False alarm! But the music was enough to distract Pain and give Tunny the advantage!)

King: Pain sends Tunny into the corner. Pain rushes in…but Tunny moves out of the way, and Pain crashes into the turnbuckles!

*LATER*

Tunny grabs Pain from behind and picks him up for a belly-to-back, but Pain elbows Tunny in the face and breaks the hold! Pain knees Tunny hard in the gut, and leads him to the middle of the ring. Pain…he sets Tunny up for a choke slam! Pain’s huge hand is around Tunny’s throat! Here it comes…NO! Chuck Tunny just clocked Pain in the back of the head with a chair! The ref has DQ’ed Tunny! Tunny catches the dazed Pain, and hits him with a jawbreaker, sending him to the mat!)

(The Tunnys exit the ring and laugh as they make their way up the ramp. Pain glares at them on his hands and knees.)

(Pain wins the match by disqualification, but Tunny gets the last laugh!)

(The scene opens in the parking lot of the NEC in Birmingham. Suddenly a
white Nissan Bluebird pulls in front of the camera, its engine rattling
heavily. The side of the car is emblazoned with the sign ‘MR B’S TAXIS”. One
of the back doors opens and out steps The Headhunter.)

HEADHUNTER: I can’t believe this is what you sent for me. You taxi firms are
all the same. You should pay me for riding in that thing with you.

(He leans into the car and passes money to the driver.)

HEADHUNTER: Mr B, yeah I know what the B stands for, BullBLEEP!

(He pulls his bag from inside the car, slams the door and walks towards the
arena. Suddenly Michael Bole appears.)

BOLE: Good evening Headhunter. Can I get a few words with you for the
website?

HEADHUNTER: If you must.

BOLE: You performed in front of your hometown fans on Bedlam this past
Monday in London, how did that feel?

HEADHUNTER: Well it was the first time that the people got to see me in the
ring, so you’d think that they would have given me a good reception, but
you’d be wrong. They booed me, and they showed no sympathy when I was beaten
down by those six punks who call themselves The Urban Legends.

BOLE: Do you think that the crowd here in Birmingham will give you more of a
welcome?

HEADHUNTER: I don’t know really. You see you may not know this but the
people of Birmingham aren’t too bright, you just have to listen to them talk
to know that. They have the worst accent in England, and that is saying
something when you include the West Country. Birmingham has nothing going
for it; they wouldn’t even build the new national stadium here, even though
it had the prime location. So basically, I couldn’t care less whether they
cheered me or not, because they are nothing to me.

BOLE: You spoke of your beat down by The Urban Legends. Can you give us some
thoughts on that?

HEADHUNTER: What that attack boiled down to was William Black coming to the
realisation that what he did at Bruisermania was the biggest mistake of his
life. He attacked me without thinking, and then knew that he had to destroy
me before I destroyed him. So he got all of his buddies together and tried
to take me out. But he didn’t succeed. I stumbled to his lockeroom and beat
the crap out of him.

BOLE: How did you feel about having the letters “U.S.A” sprayed onto your
back?

HEADHUNTER: These guys thought that they could humiliate me by branding me
with what I hate the most. But as I said on Monday, I’m through with all
that crap. I hate America, and no doubt I always will, but I’m done with
having it as my main agenda. They tried to humiliate me, but it just stoked
the fires of hell even more.

BOLE: Tonight you face Urban Legends member Mafioso, and on Bedlam you face
another member, Levon Jones. Give us your thoughts on those two match-ups.

HEADHUNTER: All I can say is that those two guys are going to regret teaming
up with Black, because he has guided them straight into hell. And how dumb
is Levon Jones? He left possibly the strongest group in the BMWF, Prime
Time, to join a bunch of rookies who don’t even know what they are doing.
Well on Bedlam, I will beat some sense into him.

BOLE: One final thing, how is the sniper business going? Do you have any
clients yet?

HEADHUNTER: To be honest Bole, I haven’t had any calls yet, but the phone is
always….

(Suddenly a telephone can be heard ringing.)

HEADHUNTER: That is my phone now.

(The Headhunter reaches into his pocket and pulls out a mobile phone. He
flips it open and puts it to his ear.)

HEADHUNTER: Hello……………………………………………………………what? I can’t believe that you would
call me
tonight!............................................................................................
That’s a big list, you sure that you’ve got enough money to afford all that?
...................................How
much?............................................You got yourself a deal my
friend! Which one first?....................Its done, I’ll be in touch.

(The Headhunter flips the phone closed. A big smile covers his face.)

HEADHUNTER: Bole, that was my first client. Quite a shocker really, but he
offered me a hell of a lot of money!

(The Headhunter walks away rubbing his hands together.)

FADE

(The Bruisertron lights up as we see Axe in the locker room tying up his Doc Martins preparing for his match against Kolic later tonight. There is a knock at the door and Michael Bole sticks his head inside with a BMWF cameraman right behind him.)

Bole: I was looking for you Axe. Is it possible to get an interview?

(Axe remains quiet but waves them over as he finishes tying his boots and begins to tape his hands.)

Bole: Axe last Monday you faced Pain and unfortunately your losing streak came to an end how did you feel receiving your first lost here at the BMWF?

(Axe turns his head slowly and stares a hole through Bole.)

Axe: You have a lot of courage to walk right in here and say that Bole. But in fact I am impressed you didn't hesitate or anything. But it would be stupid to react over a comment like that now wouldn't it? Every wrestler has his day in the sun and I am sure that light will come back again to greet me. I guess when Pain has his game on he does and he showed in that ring and I still have back pain from those three chokeslams. But you just roll with the punches and continue fighting.

Bole: These are rather encouraging words as your usually quite hard on yourself.

Axe: Oh after the match I was hard on myself. I wasn't impressed and I thought back to the days as a kid when it was never good enough for my grandparents. You know what I mean? Getting an A on a test didn't win their respect. It should have been an A+. Or if I cleaned my room until it was spotless there was always some error that they would find. And so I connected these events to my match and I should have won and worked harder but I didn't and lost. But after a few days you begin to shake it off and look towards a new challenge.

Bole: Yes in fact you face Kolic in a non-title bout tonight. Now Kolic is a tough competitor how do you feel you stack up against him?

Axe: Kolic is definitely a hard competitor and gives it his all during a match which I look forward to. He has a lot of experience where I have just started with this company so I don't know what way this will go if I have the drive then perhaps I can pull a win but it's going to take a lot of me fifty percent physical and the other fifty mental.

Bole: Now last Monday it looks as though you and Witherspoon have teamed up to form a tag team any comments on this?

Axe: Sorry Bole you'll have to wait like everyone else till Bedlam for those answers. Now excuse me I have to prepare for my match.

Bole: Thanks for the interview.

(Bole and the cameraman leave the locker room as the Bruisertron blinks out.)

(Cameras peek through the crack in Sarah’s locker room doorway. She’s on the
phone with somebody)

Sarah: No, Jason! I don’t know what the hell to do now! That little (beep)
Tamer screwed up my plans. I have something for his @$$ though. Hun, you
just wait and see!

(Match Entrance)

PA: THIS IS MY WORLD!

(The lights dim, and a guitar riff is heard.)

(The Bruisertron starts to fill with green characters like the Matrix. A few
letters stop to spell out KOLIC)

PA: AND I’M TAKING IT OVER!

(Pyros flare as Boom from P.O.D. kicks in, and Kolic walks in from the back)

PA: I never knew that a kid like me
Could fly around the world and flash the big BB
And rock the masses, from Madrid to Calabassas
Tijuana, Mexico, bootleg demos in Tokyo

(Kolic walks down the ramp with a confident stride)

You didn’t know, thought I was new on the scene
Well it’s all right, it’s all right!
I know you know, I see you smiling at me
Well it’s all right, it’s all right!

(Kolic jumps on the ring apron and vaults over the top rope. He takes off
his Lightweight title and jumps on a turnbuckle, holding it over his head.)

BOOM! Here comes the BOOM!
Ready or not, here comes the boy from the South!
BOOM! Here comes the BOOM!
Ready or not, how you like me now?

(The lights in the Birmingham NEC arena go out as a strobe effect begins automatically getting the crowd to stand up and roar with boos and insults as Nirvana's "Lithium" blasts from the speakers. Stepping out from the back wearing a Clash sleeveless t-shirt and ripped denim shorts with black knee pads and black Doc Martins is Axe. He pushes his long curly brown/blonde hair behind his ears as he begins his descent down the ramp ignoring the fans and the jeers from the sold out crowd in Birmingham England.)

(Once reaching the end of the ramp he rolls underneath the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet getting the mic from the ring announcer as the music stops and the lights return to normal. The crowd begin the chant...)

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

(Axe shakes his head as he begins to pace the ring like a caged animal letting the crowd have their way.)

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

(Finally they die down and Axe lifts the mic to his lips.)

Axe: I thought London was bad but you have definitely taken the cake!

(Crowd roars with boos.)

Axe: How can you live like you do? Horrible teeth...pitiful food...awful weather...your practically like the filth I step on the streets!

(Crowd grows even louder.)

Axe: You can boo and jeer me all night it doesn't matter. You simple creatures are just wasting your breath as I could care less what you all think of me! It's as if your a bunch of monkeys trained to cheer one man and boo another...however one monkey probably has a higher IQ than this whole arena put together! It's just sad and pathetic...jolly old England! Bunch of limey...disgusting...foul morons!

(Crowd continues but Axe waves them off and gets down to business stopping in the center of the ring.)

Axe: Enough attention has been shed on you peons! Now Kolic you and I really don't have a problem with each other and your a tough wrestler to defeat as I stated earlier but I am going to give you everything I can in order to get a win and hopefully not receive a loss.

Axe: So enough talk let's get this going right now!

(Axe hands the mic back and rests his arms on the ropes as he waits for the bell and his opponent.)

(Match Spots)

(Axe whips Kolic into the ropes, but Kolic ducks a clothesline. Kolic grabs
Axe and hits a Russian Legsweep. Kolic climbs the turnbuckle and hits a
frogsplash. He goes for the pin and gets a 2 count. He picks up Axe and
whips him into the turnbuckle, following in with a clothesline. He headbutts
Axe, followed by a 10 count punch. Kolic then jumps off the second rope and
dropkicks Axe.)

(Later)

(Kolic whips Axe into the ropes. He hits a dropkick when Axe rebounds. Kolic
climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Axe to stand. When he does, Kolic hits a
hurricanrana, and Axe falls on the second rope. Kolic signals for the 619,
rebounds off the ropes, and hits it. He then handstands on the top rope and
hits the Slide Rule.)

(Later)

(Axe positions Kolic for the Loner’s Landing, but Kolic reverses with a
backdrop. Kolic signals for the Binary Blast. He grabs Axe, Irish Whips him
into the ropes, and hits the Binary Blast....)

(Later)

(As Kolic goes for the 619 Axe moves out of the way and locks his arms around Kolic's waist and executes a belly-to back suplex. Kolic gets back up to his feet only receive a vertical suplex. Kolic tries one more time but is hiptossed to the mat by Axe and suddenly locked into an armbar.)

(Kolic bounces off the ropes and receives a swinging neckbreaker. Axe then picks Kolic up from the mat and tosses him to the ropes ducking a clothesline and on the return nailing a perfect backspin DDT on Kolic. Axe then climbs the second turnbuckle and takes flight landing an elbow onto the chest of Kolic going for the pin but only getting a two count.)

(Axe dropkicks Kolic to the mat only to see Kolic quickly get to his feet and receive another but Kolic again gets up to receive a third where he remains on the mat. Axe grabs him by his head and sticks him under his legs where he goes for a powerbomb but Kolic does a backslide causing Axe to turn around and kick him square in the gut making him double over and execute The Loner's Landing.)

After the match:

(Axe sits completely shocked and pushes the ref's arm away for help as he grabs the ropes to hoist himself up and shakes his head kicking the ropes a few times in frustration before storming off towards the back with the boos of the crowd following him.)

(Suddenly the lights in the arena fade to black. The crowd cheers loudly. A
heartbeat sounds across the PA, and as each beat sounds, a flash of light
appears on the Bruisertron. Suddenly a cross haired target appears in the
centre of the ring. The target moves slowly from the ring, up the ramp and
onto the stage, where it stops. The heartbeat over the PA stops for a moment
and there is silence. A pyro rocket shoots from the lighting rig, into the
centre of the target on the stage. Pyro fire erupts along the front of the
stage.)

PA: THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!!!!

("Fight Music" by D12 blasts across the PA. The Headhunter appears in the
entranceway, the hood on his top covering his head. He stands and looks over
the crowd for a moment, before passing through the pyro fire and walking to
the ring.)

LILLY GARCIA: On his way to the ring from London, England, weighing in a
three hundred and two pounds…..THE HEADHUNTER!!!

(The Headhunter slowly walks down to ringside, then slides under the bottom
rope, into the ring. He stands and looks around the crowd. He gives the
traditional cut throat signal and the fire on the stage dies and the music
fades out. After a few seconds the light comes up as The Headhunter removes
his hood. He moves over and takes a microphone from Lilly Garcia.)

HEADHUNTER: Birmingham.

(The crowd cheers loudly.)

HEADHUNTER: What the hell did I do to deserve having to perform in front of
you?

(The cheers quickly turn to boos.)

HEADHUNTER: I suppose it could be worse though, I could have had to go to
Wales.

(Some of the crowd laughs with this.)

HEADHUNTER: No, but really this city stinks, literally. Nothing good has
happened here ever. Look at Aston Villa, look at Birmingham city. You people
get excited when they get in the top half of the Premiership. That is
pathetic. Look at my team, Chelsea, the pride of London.

(Boos fill the arena.)

HEADHUNTER: We’re in the Champions League semi-final, favourites to win it.
We’re gonna catch Arsenal and win the title. You have nothing to be excited
about.

(A “BLEEPhole” chant starts.)

HEADHUNTER: But enough about you. Tonight I face Mafioso, one of the guys
who beat me down on Monday night. So Mafioso, you want to put yourself in
the target huh? Congratulations, you’ve succeeded. Tonight is the night when
my first hit is made, but what I am most going to enjoy is destroying you in
the ring. Now I know your puppet master, William Black isn’t here tonight,
so I’d grab one of your Urban Legend friends and bring him to the ring with
you. Because pal, when you climb through those ropes, you are stepping into
hell.

(He throws the microphone down.)

(The camera shifts to the backstage area of the Birmingham Arena. Bole is seen standing next to Dreadnaught.)

Bole: Dreadnaught, you were successful in your match against Scotty during Bedlam!

Dreadnaught: Oh, you noticed fool! Yeah, I’m glad you saw that when it stays in the ring, Scotty is my (BLEEP)! And that was just the beginning of the tour.

Bole: Yes, that was the first stop on the BMWF World Tour!

Dreadnaught: You can call it that! I call it the Dreadnaught Revenge Tour. See, last Bedlam, I took my revenge on Scotty. He may have the US title, but he knows when he looks at his ugly mug in the mirror, he knows that I am the better man! In fact, of the two of us, I am the only MAN! So, I got my revenge on Scotty and tonight that tour for revenge continues!

Bole: Tonight you face the Judge!

Dreadnaught: Yeah, the Judge! Since him and I ran together, he certainly has got his game together. But, he is still no Thug! He lost everything he had, and now the bWo is gone, so the Judge is left with nothing! He thinks that by running down the man that created him, he will get some of his old fire back, but Judge, when you tangle with the Ghetto Dragon, he will breath fire right on your (BLEEP), so you better get your things in order, cause I am gonna burn you!

Bole: The Judge has beaten you before!

Dreadnaught: And that is why he is the second top on my road to retribution! He ran his mouth like he won the World title, but Judge, all you got was a fluke win against me at Live! He still ain’t got nothing besides riding the coattails of others! He is a joke! Always has been, always will be! Which takes me to the Urban Legends!

Bole: We all saw them offer you a spot tonight!

Dreadnaught: Yeah, they offered me a spot at mediocrity! That’s about it! But, seeing as how I am slated up against Mafioso here on Bedlam, that will be my third spot on the Revenge Tour! When you call my name, I bring the pain! And that clown will feel me on Bedlam!

Bole: Dreadnaught is ready for action tonight!

(Michael Bole is standing backstage with Tyrone Smith)

Bole: Tyrone, Monday you had a chance to win the World title and well, you
came up shor...

Tyrone: I dare ya to finish dat sentence, Bole.

Bole: So tonight, you face Asylum for the Hardcore Title...

Tyrone: For what?!

Bole: Your hardcore title?

Tyrone: How da rass?! I bust my @$$ for months... YEARS for a title shot an’
now I gotta defend mine... at a HOUSE SHOW?!

Bole: I guess you feel this is injustice.

Tyrone: No... I just t’ink dis is (beep)ed up!!!

Bole: Oh...

Tyrone: Yeah, man. But ‘tis cool. Ain’t @$$-I-AM da lil’ (beep) I made my
return ‘gainst? Yeah, yeah! Dat was da same lil’ punk @$$ (beep)! HA! An’
remember what I did to his @$$?

Bole: Um...

Tyrone: I tossed his @$$ straight t’rough da (beep)in’ BruiserTron! HA! Dis
lil’ chick ain’t gonna know what hit ‘em dis time…. Well, he will.. ME!
HENDRIX STYLE!

(Tyrone walks off, leaving Bole puzzled as to what he meant)

Hardcore Title Match:
Tyrone Smith pinned Asylum with the Ganja Drop in 0:19:16.
Rating: ****
(Tyrone Smith retained the BMWF Hardcore Title.)

(The lights in the arena dim to complete darkness. A blinding flash goes off
with a thunderous boom. "Releasing the Demons" by Godsmack hits the PA
system. Blues trobes flash over the crowd and Asylum explodes from behind
the curtain. He runs down the ramp ande slides in the ring. Asylum jumps
onto a turnbuckle and taunts to the crowd as pyro explodes off the other
turnbuckles into the air.)

<<MATCH SPOT>>

(Tyrone drags Asylum backstage. Tyrone slams Asylum’s head against the wall
every few feet until they reach Tyrone’s locker room. He slams Asylum
headfirst into the door, which swings open. Tyrone throws Asylum down on the
floor and enters the closet. He pulls out a pair of hand cuffs and proceeds
to cuff Asylum’s hands behind his back. Tyrone then pulls out a black
garbage bag full of shot glasses and beer bottles. Tyrone lays Asylum down
and sticks his head into the garbage bag. Tyrone then grabs duct tape and
tapes the bag in a manor that Tamer’s head and shoulders are trapped inside
of it. He sits Asylum up in the middle of the room and then goes back into
the closet again where he pulls out a guitar case. From the guitar case, he
pulls out a white Fender Stratocaster. Like a baseball bat, Tyrone cocks the
guitar back, holding it upside down by the top of the neck, and swings for
the fences. He connects with the Asylum’s face, which is inside the garbage
bag of now broken glass. Asylum’s body is knocked to the floor and is
totally lifeless. This does not stop Tyrone from swinging the guitar over
and over like an axe chopping wood. After about the sixth swing, the bag
begins to rip as the glass inside gets shattered, and crushed into Asylum’s
entire head. A large trail of blood escapes from some of the tears in the
bag. Tyrone does not stop until the guitar body snaps from the neck. He then
starts to stab and jab the bag with the splintered end of the guitar neck.
After this becomes boring to him. Tyrone drops the neck and screams out
“Rick James”)

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out. He is greeted by the boos of the fans as he begins to walk down towards the ring. He sneers at some "chap" that said something out of the way to him. Scotty steps through the ropes with the US title around his waist. He stands in the center of the ring as the fans use him for target practice. He simply stands there with his arms folded.)

Scotty: Tai... Tai... Tai... Ya come out hera thinkin' that once more ya gonna make a name for yerself. But what ya fail ta realize is this... I ain't layin' down for nobody. I ain't crazy 'bout all that rock sta crap ya talk 'bout. As a matter of fact.... I hate most of this crap ya hear as modern rock.... Give me KISS any day of the week... But ya know... I am just 'bout sick of ya all tagethaYa were lucky the last time ya were hera... Yer nothin' ta me. Yer just like all the rest... Just anotha victim... So Tai... Beat me... If ya can... Survive... If I let ya....

(Tai Hashi's entrance music plays as he walks through the curtains in a black t-shirt with the Union Jack printed on it and tan colored cargo pants, the fans go wild. Tai runs down the ramp giving hi-fives to the British fans and then he rolls into the ring to await Scotty Scott.)

(Tai Hashi bounces off the ropes and comes back with a stunning superkick to Scotty's face knocking the former World Champion down. Scotty lifts up his head only to get it dropkicked back down to the canvas again by the educated feet of Mr. Persistence. Scotty has enough and rolls out of the ring, he sits on the mat leaning against the steel barricade.)

(Tai Hashi runs towards the area where Scotty is, Tai dives over the top rope and hits a planca knocking Scotty over the barricade and into the crowd.)

(Tai Hashi catches his breath and shakes away the cobwebs. He grabs Scotty by the trousers and throws him over the barricade, Tai Hashi follows him over and climbs onto the ring apron facing away from Scotty. Tai jumps onto the middle rope and does a corkscrew moonsault through the air landing right on top of the stunned Scotty Scott.)

Sledge made White Lightning submit to the Texas Cloverleaf in 0:13:45.
Rating: ** 1/2

(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. Sledge jumps down from the buckle and signals for a mic....)

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

Sledge: Hello Birmingham..... proud home town of Ozzy Osbourne......

Crowd: OZZY!!!!! OZZY!!!!!! OZZY!!!!!!

Sledge: Yes, well earlier tonight I guess Ignition challenged me to our Ring of Fire match originally scheduled for the past Bruisermania.... and I gladly accept.....

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

Sledge: YES!!!!!! IGGS, I ACCAEPT YOUR CHALLENGE TO RECREATE ONE OF THE WORST MOMENTS OF MY LIFE!!!!! A MATCH WHERE i WAS SET ON FIRE!!!!!! WHERE I HAD ALL THE HAIR BURNED FROM MY BODY!!!!!!! WHERE I WAS BEATEN SO BADLY THAT I WAS CLINICALLY DEAD FOR SEVERAL SECONDS!!!!!!!!! YET I STILL WON!!!!!!!!

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

Sledge: Ignition if you truly want to face this hell.... I will show it to you..... I will take you to places you have never been in this fed.... and best of all..... for me atleast....

(Sledge jumps onto the second rope in the middle of the ring and looks out to the crowd....)

Sledge: ITS GOING TO REMIND ALL THESE FANS HOW I DO THINGS.....

SLEDGE/CROWD: THE CHICAGO WAY!!!!!!!!

(Sledge jumps off the ropes and tosses the mic back to the stage hand as you can see him mouth words....)

Sledge: d@mn straight....

The Judge pinned Dreadnaught with the Gavel Smash in 0:12:22.
Rating: *

(Dreadnaught ties up with the Judge and they push around the ring. Dreadnaught grabs a headlock and cranks down on the head of the Judge. The Judge struggles and shoots Dreadnaught off into the ropes. Dreadnaught charges, The Judge leaps over him. Dreadnaught bounces off the other ropes and hits a spinning neck drop. Dreadnaught kicks away at the Judge, and pulls him off of the mat. Dreadnaught fires a right hand and a knee lift to the Judge. Dreadnaught grabs the head of the Judge and fires him into a turnbuckle. Dreadnaught charges in and collides against the Judge with a clothesline. Dreadnaught grabs the head of Judge and climbs up the turnbuckle. Dreadnaught connects with a tornado DDT and goes for the cover.)

*LATER*

(Dreadnaught catches Judge with a powerslam. As the Judge gets to his feet, Dreadnaught locks on a cobra clutch. Dreadnaught tightens the grip and the Judge begins to fade. Dreadnaught drops down to the mat and the Judge’s head connects with the mat. Dreadnaught stalks behind the Judge as he struggles to his feet. Dreadnaught connects with a superkick that sends the Judge to the mat. Dreadnaught goes for another cover.)

*LATER*

(Dreadnaught gets hit with a clothesline by the Judge. Dreadnaught falls to the mat as The Judge goes to the top rope. Dreadnaught struggles to his feet. The Judge leaps with the Gavel Smash, but Dreadnaught moves. The Judge spins around and is caught with a kick to his stomach. Dreadnaught grabs him and lifts him high into the air. Dreadnaught slams him back down to the mat with a Dread-bomb. Dreadnaught with a cover.)

(Dreadnaught whips The Judge into the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Judge ducks under it. When Dreadnaught turns around, The Judge hits him with a dropkick to the chin. The Judge goes to pick Dreadnaught back up but Dreadnaught kicks The Judge away. Dreadnaught gets back to his feet, grabs The Judge by his hair, and smashes his face into the turnbuckle. Dreadnaught hits The Judge with a powerslam and then heads to the top rope for the LA Hangover. Dread leaps off the turnbuckle for the LA Hangover but at the last second, The Judge rolls out of the way, sending Dreadnaught crashing to the mat. The Judge then jumps up and goes to the top turnbuckle and as Dreadnaught turns around, The Judge hits the Gavel Smash! The Judge covers Dreadnaught as the crowd boos.)

(The Bruisertron lights up to show "Mr. Showtime"
Vernon Vanderbilt in his dressing room, sitting at his
makeup table.)

Vernon: Good evening. This is your Champion of
Intercontinental Television speaking. Now, I know you
fine people would love to see me in person, and I
assure you that you will later. For now, though, I
have to prepare. However, I decided to address you
live on the Bruisertron, in order to basically hype my
match tonight, as well as take a few idle whacks at
Levon Jones and these Urban Legends folks.

(He turns in his chair to directly face the camera.)

Vernon: First, Tobey Miliken. Last month, you ran
off at the mouth a little too much, and subsequently
drew the ire of practically the entire BMWF. I'm not
going to say that's a bad thing, believe it or not.
Truthfully, I can see some potential in you. I give
you credit for knowing how to grab the spotlight on
your own. However, as busy as I was last month, I
still recall that you had a plethora of disparaging
comments regarding Prime Time, the group I co-founded
last year. I have not forgotten, Tobey. I have also
not forgotten my promise to give you a match against
Yours Truly, the Furnace of Fabulosity, the Emperor of
the Universe, Champion of Intercontinental Television,
and all-around Super Duper Guy, "Mr. Showtime" Vernon
Vanderbilt. Therefore, your wish is granted. You
want to make a name for yourself, Tobey? Try it
tonight. I double dippity dare you.

(He leans back in his chair.)

Vernon: And then there's the problem of Levon Jones
and the Urban Legends. Levon, I'm not going to lie to
you. When you turned on Clancy, myself, and Prime
Time, you really hurt me. I'm not talking physical
pain here. Hell, I'm a professional wrestler, and
that comes with the territory. What I'm talking about
is the kind of pain that can only come from betrayal,
from the murder of a friendship, a brotherhood. You
single-handedly killed our friendship. You burned the
bridge, Levon. So, I defeated you at Bedlam. Big
deal. If there's one accomplishment in my career that
could be deemed the most unfulfilling, that would
certainly be it. I'm disappointed in you, Levon, for
blaming Prime Time for your failures. However, I
recognize that we all travel our own unique paths.
You know what? I wish you nothing but the best of
luck with the Urban Legends. We'll just see how long
a group like that can last. My guess is it won't be
that long. Sayanora, big guy. As for Prime Time -
the show must go on!

(He turns back to the mirror.)

FADE OUT

(The scene opens backstage where Tamer is stretching. Tamer is in his
wrestling gear and has his Gold Belt around his waist. Tamer stands up
straight and looks at the camera.)

Tamer: Another night, another city. Here we are in Birmingham, England.
(Pop) Tonight I face my former friend Truck or I guess I should say Levon
Jones. Well Levon tonight you’re not going to get any special treatment. In
fact you’ve given up all rights to special treatment. No more true quality
stretch limo’s or custom made vehicles. No longer do you get to live in a
mansion with the finest of things. Before you flied business class, you know
that’s even better than flying first class. Now you fly coach. But tonight
I’ll make sure and give you an upgrade old buddy. Tonight I’ll give you a
first class @$$ whooping.

(Tamer smiles)

Tamer: Your done with Prime Time now, right? Well you didn’t make the best
move becoming a “Urban Legend”. Now all you got is a big target Levon.
First Vern beat you, tonight I’ll beat you, then whatever’s left we’ll hand
over to Kolic. Really I don’t have much else to say Jones except you know
what you should do...Jones you should...

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

Tamer: PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

FADE

(The scene opens in the backstage area. Tai Hashi is walking down the
corridor. He passes a man and his son.)

BOY: Hey dad, that’s Tai Hashi, the Japanese Rock Star!

DAD: That’s nice son, but we should get to our seats, I don’t think we
should be back here.

BOY: Aww dad! Hey Mr Hashi can I have your autograph?

(Tai Hashi turns around and faces the boy. Suddenly a hooded figure charges
at Hashi, splashing him against the wall. Hashi is dazed by the shot and
stumbles around. The figure blasts him in the face with a right hand,
sending him crashing into the wall again. Blood starts to seep from a wound
on the forehead of Hashi. The figure raises his hand again and a set of
Brass Knux can be seen on his fist.)

BOY: Hey dad, that’s The Headhunter! He’s from London!

(The Headhunter picks Hashi up, then slams him down onto a pile of wooden
palates. As Hashi hits the wood, splinters fly everywhere. The Headhunter
raises Hashi up again and whips him into the wall. Hashi bounces off with a
dull thud, and straight into the boot of The Headhunter. Hashi keels over,
winded. The Headhunter hoists Hashi up and smashes him down with a vicious
Targetbuster onto the concrete. Hashi groans in pain. The Headhunter
disappears from the shot, but after a few moments comes back carrying a
steel chair. He smashes it into the knee of Hashi, who screams in pain. The
Headhunter repeats this sickening shot another two times. He then drops the
chair and kneels at the side of Hashi’s head.)

HEADHUNTER: Congratulations Tai, you just became my first hit. My client
sends his regards.

(He stands and boots Hashi in the chest once more, before walking away. He
stops and takes out his mobile phone, dialling a number.)

HEADHUNTER: It’s done, Hashi’s done……………………………………..Ok, I’ll see to him on
Bedlam.

(He flips his phone closed and continues to walk down the corridor, past the
father and son, who have shocked looks on their faces.)

Vernon Vanderbilt defeated Tobey Miliken by disqualification in 0:07:47.
Rating: * 3/4

*AFTER THE MATCH*

(The Bruisertron lights up and an image of Witherspoon sitting in his locker room with a cigarette in his mouth appears. Tobey and shawn both turn to look up at the screen. Witherspoon pulls the cigarette from his mouth and blows smoke from his nose.)

Witherspoon: Three days Tobey. You have just three days before your life is changed forever. It may not be a big change, but you will change. You had better take this chance to live it up Tobey, because after Bedlam this Monday, I am going to cripple you. If you thought that *bleep* that Tunny pulled at Bruisermania was bad, then you have another thing coming. Fighting with no rules is what I'm good at Tobey.

(Witherspoon steps over the barrier from the crowd and slides into the ring with a baseball bat. Miliken and Shawn keep looking at the screen while the image continues to talk.)

Witherspoon: Come Monday Tobey, you will be Binned!

(The Witherspoon on the screen starts laughing as Witherspoon slams the baseball bat into the back of Milikens Skull, sending him to the mat. Witherspoon rains blows on Tobey's back and skull with the bat, soaking the mat with blood. He reaches down and grabs Tobey by his hair and lifts his head up. He shoves three fingers into Tobey's face, yelling something uncomprehensible, before slamming Tobey's head back into the mat. He hops down from the ring and smacks Shawn Rollens across the face with the bat before walking up the ramp. As he reaches the top he turns and grins at Tobey as the Image on the Bruisertron stops laughing and speaks again.)

Witherspoon: Have fun Tobey.

PA: FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN!

(Feed my Frankenstein blares from the speakers as Witherspoon exits.)

("Victory" played as Master Z slowly walked down to the ring. His upper body was covered in long white bandages that wrapped around his midsection and up around his right shoulder. Although he was obviously in pain, he still managed to taunt the crowd. Master Z climbed the ringsteps and entered the ring.)

(Being burnt to a crisp must have taken something out of Master Z as he patiently waited for the bell to ring and the match to start. Instead of a groin shot or eye gouge, Master Z locked up with Hardcore Harry cleanly. The crowd could be heard gasping and confused at the odd and clean tactics Master Z was performing.)

(Master Z's unusual strategy did not change as the match continued. He took it extremely slow with many submission moves and headlocks. Z also severely cut back on the high impact moves he usually performed.)

(Late in the match Master Z was careful not to gain too much momentum against Harry. He was obviously putting a conscious effort into slowing the pace of the match and restricting his movements.)

(Late in the match Master Z did the unthinkable. With no apparent cause, Master Z simply turned his back to Hardcore Harry, exited the ring, and continued to walk up the ramp. Master Z disappeared behind the curtain as the referee hit the 10 count. The referee raised Hardcore Harry's arm as the crowd sat silent and confused. The match had ended just as oddly as it started.)

(Lowedown and Flame are seen sitting on one of the BMWF cargo boxes drinking coffee when the camera overhears their conversation...)

Flame:So do you think this monday night will be "the" night?

Lowedown:To make my announcement? Oh I definitely think so. It's about time we shook things up our own way here. Plus, I think the peeps around the world will totally understand where I'm coming from on this one.

Flame:But it's kind of risky don't you think? What if they don't get it or just don't understand?

Lowedown:What's not to understand? This is simple as 1...2...3. This monday night, I will let the whole world know about the future and what Lowedown has to do with it.

Flame:I think this is going to be very interesting.

Lowedown:You're telling me. I can't wait to see the look on those jack@$$ faces of Z, Whitey,and Scotty after I drop this one on them.

Flame:Those guys can be such jerks. I mean, Scotty just cheap shotting you like he did and Lightning leaving us out to dry. The only one I'm not mad at is the Judge. At least he is being the level headed one here besides you and I.

Lowedown:I haven't spoken with him recently. I just hope he lands on his feet being that the bWo is done with now. Look, let's get ready for Spoonie Love here and we'll iron out the details later tonight over tea and Skittles.

Flame:EWWWWW!

Lowedown:I know. Beer and Pizza.

Flame:Now you're talking!

fade...

PA: FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN!

(Feed my Frankenstein by Alice Cooper blasts from the speakers. Witherspoon walks out from backstage with his trench coat on as green pyros go off. He walks to the head of ramp. He cracks his neck and two huge pyros on either side of the ramp go off. He has a serious look on his face as he walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.)

Crowd: SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS! SPOON SUCKS!

(Witherspoon climbs unto the four turnbuckles, pounding his chest with his fist once on each one. He gets to his corner and slides his coat off, tossing it over the side. He turns around and rolls his neck.)

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

("Fever Dog" by Stillwater played as Lowedown rushed down to the ring and instead of sliding right into the ring, Lowedown ran around the ring a few times to try and confuse Witherspoon. Lowedown finally stopped and grabbed a microphone...)

Lowedown:WHEW! Sorry about that Spoon. I thought I would actually work up a sweat because stepping into the ring with you isn't going to make me sweat much anyways. So, let's take care of business so I can get back to that cigar you knocked out of my mouth!

(Lowedown slid in the ring and crouched in the corner as he waited for the bell...)

(Witherspoon attacks Lowedown before the bell, driving his fists into Lowedown’s head and sides.)

(Lowedown pushes Witherspoon off, throwing him to the floor. Witherspoon flips to his feet and they lock up in the middle of the ring. Witherspoon lifts Lowedown up and atomic drops him. He drives his boots into Lowedown’s sides. He runs and bounces off the ropes going for a clothesline, but Lowedown countered it with a drop kick. Lowedown jumps to his feet and lifts Spoon above him in a Gorilla press before slamming him to the ground. Witherspoon rolls away from Lowedown, and hits a big boot to the face as Lowedown runs at him. Witherspoon locks in a boot choke, and grabs onto the ref makes the count. Witherspoon releases the choke after the count, and lifts Lowedown off the mat before hitting a German Suplex on him. Witherspoon goes to lock in a Boston crab, but Lowedown kicks him in the face.)

(Lowedown suddenly rushed at Witherspoon and caught him with a spear that sent him down to the mat. Lowedown threw hard rights and lefts with reckless abandon. Lowedown then grabbed the back of Witherspoon's head and drove it down hard to the mat. Lowedown rose up off of his feet and drove his boot down into the chest of Spoon. Lowedown hyped up the crowd as he grabbed a hold of Spoon's leg and stomped on the back of the knee. Lowedown flew over the body of Spoon as he stretched his leg out. Lowedown continued to work on the knee of Spoon as the crowd watched on...)

*LATER*

(Lowedown goes to whip Witherspoon into the ropes, but Witherspoon reverses it, and then catches Lowe in a head lock. Lowe struggles to his knees and drives an elbow into Witherspoon’s stomach, breaking the hold. Witherspoon and Lowedown lock up, and Witherspoon locks in a bear hug, and throws Lowedown out of the ring. Witherspoon follows him and throws him into the steel steps, running over to him and driving several boots into Lowedown’s back. He throws Lowedown back into the ring and quickly follows.)

*LATER*

(Lowedown whipped Spoon into the ropes and caught Spoon with a high back bodydrop. As Lowedown spun around, he gave his patented smirk and nailed Spoon with a dropkick to the back of the head. Lowedown popped back up on his feet as he caught Spoon with another dropkick to the back of the head that sent Spoon out of the ring. Lowedown wasted no time as he leapt over the top rope and came crashing down on the stomach of Spoon. Lowedown pretended to scrape something off his boots and then slammed his boot into the chest of Spoon again. Lowedown picked up Spoon long enough to slam his lower back into the steel ringpost. Lowedown slid back into the ring to break the count and slid back out..)

(Lowedown picked up Spoon and military pressed him high in the air. Flame climbed up to the ring apron and distracted the referee long enough for Lowedown to throw Spoon head first into the steel ringpost and watched him fall to the floor. Lowedown looked down to see blood trickling down the face of Spoon and then dropped down and pulled the head of Spoon up the the top of the steel steps and grinds Spoon's face against the top step. As the referee turned around, Lowedown threw Spoon away from the steps and back into the ring...)

(Lowedown slid back behind Spoon and climbed up to the 2nd turnbuckle and drove his knee into the neck of Spoon and watched him drop to the mat. Lowedown raised his arms high in the air and then flexed for the crowd and then picked up Spoon off the mat and executed a T-bone suplex on him in the center of the ring. Lowedown then decided to taunt his former bWo member by executing White Lightning's own finisher on Spoon from out of the blue. Lowedown looked down at Spoon and then shouted...)

Lowedown:LIGHTNING...YOU SUCK AND SO DOES YOUR FINISHER! YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

(Lowedown and Witherspoon are exchanging fists in the ring. Witherspoon throws Lowedown into the ropes, and goes to clothesline Lowedown, but Lowedown ducks underneath it and spears him after bouncing off the ropes again. Witherspoon writhes on the mat in pain. Lowedown goes to stomp on Witherspoon but Witherspoon rolls to the outside of the ring, glaring up at Lowedown. The ref counts and Witherspoon trips Lowedown before sliding back into the ring. Witherspoon locks in a hangman on Lowedown. Witherspoon throws Lowedown to the ground. Lowedown gets on his knees and coughs as Witherspoon lifts him to his feet. Witherspoon Head buts Lowedown, hits a haymaker, and follows up with a crucifix. Witherspoon goes for the pin, but Lowedown kicks out at the two count.)

((Later))

(Lowedown has Witherspoon pinned, but Witherspoon kicks out just before the three count. They both roll to their feet and stare across the ring at one another as the crowd boos loudly. Witherspoon smirks and hits a clothesline on Lowedown, and then locks in a Boston crab. He bounces up and down putting pressure on Lowedown’s body. Lowedown reaches for the rope as Flame cheers him on. Lowedown's fingers are inches from the rope as Witherspoon continues to pull on Lowedown’s back. Lowedown is finally able to grab onto the rope and Witherspoon drops the hold as the ref reaches 4. Witherspoon drags Lowedown to the middle of the ring and then locks in Binned. Lowedown screams in pain as Witherspoon grins and pulls harder on the body of Lowedown. Lowedown reaches down towards the mat, his arm stretching out. Witherspoon pulls back, putting more pressure on the move, but then Lowedown drives his elbow into Witherspoon’s face. He keeps doing it until Witherspoon drops the hold and backs away, and the crowd cheers loudly.)

((Later))

(Lowedown hits a DDT on Witherspoon and goes for the pin, but Witherspoon kicks out on the two count. Lowedown Hits a Spine buster on Witherspoon, and then lifts him to his feet and throws him into a turnbuckle. Lowedown runs over and slams lefts and rights into Witherspoon. Lowedown pulls Witherspoon from the Turnbuckle and pulls him into a short clothes line. Lowedown picks Witherspoon off the ground and throws him into the turnbuckle again; Witherspoon screams and clutches his back. Lowedown runs to slam his shoulder into Witherspoon, but Witherspoon drops down to his back. Lowedown’s head bounces off the steal post, and Witherspoon drives his fists into Lowedown’s ribs. Witherspoon crawls out from under Lowedown and pulls him back into the ring. A trickle of blood drips down from Lowedown’s head as Witherspoon locks in a head lock on Lowedown. Witherspoon drives his fists into Lowedown’s exposed skull, before throwing him into the opposite turnbuckle. Witherspoon follows and Suplexes Lowedown from the second rope. He goes for the cover but Lowedown gets his shoulder up on the two count.)

(Towards the end...)

(Lowedown continued slamming his fist down onto the bloodied face of Spoon as the referee checked on Spoon's condition. Lowedown finally picked up Spoon and placed him onto the top turnbuckle and then signaled for another finisher. The crowd looked on in disbelief as Lowedown caught Spoon with Master Z's own Atomic Driver. Lowedown slowly rose up off the mat and shrugged his shoulders for a moment and then gives the "iffy" sign with his hands as if to say that Master Z's finisher was so-so. The referee is checking on the condition of Spoon as Lowedown refused to let up on the rookie. Lowedown picked up Spoon off the mat and locked on the Scottamission submission move on Spoon in an attempt to make Spoon pass out...)

(After the match...)

(Lowedown slid out of the ring and grabbed an old bWo t-shirt from underneath the World title and slid back into the ring. The crowd expected Lowedown to continue beating down Spoon, but Lowedown took the t-shirt and wrapped it around the forehead of Spoon in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Lowedown then slid out of the ring and picked up the World title and made his way up to the top of the rampway. Flame followed behind Lowedown with a baseball bat and tossed it to him in case someone tried to jump him from out of the blue...)