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

(The show opened with Lilly Garcia announcing that, due to many no-shows, much of the nights line-up had to be changed. The crowded booed vociferously at the announcement.)

(The camera crew is backstage in the parking lot looking on as a pickup truck comes rolling in. Both doors swing open. Ultimate Guerrero hops out of the passenger’s side door wearing street clothes and a red mask. Latino Heat steps out from the driver’s side wearing his street clothes. He goes to the back of the truck and throws a bag at Ultimate. He slings it over his shoulder and waits as Latino grabs another bag and carries that one himself. Both men see the camera and stop for a moment.)

Latino Heat: Los Guerreros get the chances of a lifetime tonight. The World champion versus The Heat and that IC champ running up against Ultimate. We’re getting these matches, and we ain’t lettin’ them go without a fight. These muchachos gotta realize the familia we come from. They gotta realize it’s a mistake to ask to face us. We take challenges like these and we run with them. These matches may be non title, but it don’t matter. One win and its take you to the top. One win and it shows the world who you are. One win, and you earn the real shot.

Ultimate: People… doubt me. People… say I’m not … good enough. Those people… never seen me. Tonight… all of that… changes.

Latino Heat: Lowe better be preparing. Salt Lake City is about to feel some Heat.

Ultimate: And Vernon… will soon know… Ultimate Guerrero… is no joke.

Latino Heat: Los Guerreros… essas… bringing back some gold to the familia. Try and stop us. Maybe not tonight, but soon enough. You can only hold me down for so long.

(Both men nod and breeze by the camera carrying their bags into the arena. The camera focuses in on the truck left unattended. Latino Heat comes back into the camera picture and smiles.)

Latino Heat: I’ll be back for that later.

(Heat walks off as the camera cuts back.)

Mars pinned Altar Boy Mark with the Martian Man Driver in 0:06:54.
Rating: * 1/4

(The scene opens in The Dawgs kitchen where he’s sitting at the table reading a book.)

The Dawg: Who wrote this dang book, Bruiser? It sure has a lot of big words in it.

(The Dawg stops to find the authors name.)

The Dawg: Creative writing, by who? Well I should have known it was by Bruiser, if it’s not on the side of a beer can he didn’t write it.

(The Dawg chuckles as he opens the book.)

The Dawg: There’s to many three-dollar words in here. Looks like I better go buy a dictionary and a lot more sardines. I heard a kid say something about burning the midnight oil, wonder where I can buy some?

(The Dawg lays the book down and gets up from the table.)

The Dawg: I know! I’ll go ask Thelma Lou. She knows where to buy everything.

Fade…

(Michael Bole is with Rachel Pitt for an interview)

Michael: Rachel, just a few days ago you made your first defense for your Women’s Title in a match that didn’t end up all that clean. Can we get your comments?

Rachel: Bole, I will admit that is not the kind of defense I was looking for. I’m not usually the one to use underhanded tactics unless in the most dismal of situations. I’m a fighting champion after all, and I proved that by outlasting six other women at Survival.

Michael: It was a surprise to see you and Aquatic work together for the first time. How did that happen?

Rachel: Aquatic approached me before the match and we agreed to try and see eye to eye in the good health of Prime Time. We were trying to make a point, I know I could have finished both of them off, but Aquatic and I had our own plans for Judge Moody. I can understand how some people said that I flaked out of the match.

Michael: I wouldn’t go that far, Rachel. It was you after all, that defeated six other wrestlers in a No DQ battle royal.

Rachel: I’m not going to agree with what others say, but if Moody DESPERATELY wants a re-match, I’d be more than pleased to give her another shot. This time no interferences, just a straight up wrestling match, but that’s for her to decide. She knows where to find me.

Michael: Tonight you are pitted in another tag team match against Jacklyn J and Athena, you also face Athena in singles action on Bedlam.

Rachel: I’ll be honest and say that I’m more excited about Monday’s match than I am about tonight’s match. I mean I can only face Athena so many times in tag matches and battle royals until I get bored of her. On Monday I have the chance to really get down and dirty and put her ‘to the test’ so to speak. She did manage to win a match with Francine, so she does deserve some high marks.

Michael: Athena and her group of ‘Rock Star Inc’ have been on quite a spin in recent weeks.

Rachel: Rock Star Inc is just a group of teenage wannabes who scamper around the ring playing their stupid air guitars. I mean do they even have the slightest clue about ‘real’ Rock and Roll? I’m not talking about those sissy pop-bands like Simple Plan and Sum41, I mean true rock, the legends like Led Zeppelin, Ramones, AC/DC, Aerosmith. Ya know I’d like to challenge them to a Rock History contest and see if they are all they say they are.

Micheal: Well Rachel –

(A faint grumbling is heard offstage, which interrupts Michael’s thoughts.)

Michael: What was that?

Rachel: Oh I think Wren woke up…. I’ll be back in a sec.

Michael: Well actually - -

(Before Michael is finished speaking, Rachel quickly strides offstage and returns holding Wren the Chimp in her arms.)

Rachel: Sorry Michael, what were you saying?

Michael: *Achoo* Rache, you know I’m allergic to *achoos* monkeys….why did you have to *achoos* bring her out?

Rachel: C’mon Mikey, I told you a million times, Wren is a chimpanzee. Like isn’t she cute?

Michael: Whatever *achoos* …Listen I got to go *achoos* See ya around.

(Michael quickly scurries off the stage.)

Wren: Oooh, ahhh…..oooh!

Rachel: You’re right about that, Wren. Some people just have no common courtesy. Well, come on. What do you say we give you a manicure?

(Rachel grabs her Women’s Title, which is lying on a nearby chair, and alters it over her shoulder. She then balances Wren on her hip and saunters off stage.)

Fade…

Aquatic and Rachel Pitt defeated Bertha Rosetti and Helga Rosetti in 0:07:35.
Rating: ***

PA: FEEL MY PAIN!

("Going Under" by Evanescence plays over the intercom as Aquatic comes out.
She slides into the ring and throws her arm up into the hair, setting off a set
of blue fireworks. Aquatic takes a mike from a ring crew member.)

Aquatic: SALT LAKE CITY! WELCOME TO...LIVE....IS ......PRIME TIME! (Pop)
Tonight, Rachel and I have a very "special" match against Athena Hashi and Jacklyn
J. It is a very special match, because it's the first complete squash match I
will be part of! I mean, GET REAL PEOPLE! Do you honestly think that Athena
and Jacklyn are ANY threat to the unstoppable team that is Rachel and I! I've
told you all over and over, we CAN NOT BE STOPPED! Rachel and I are the phenoms
of this division, an unstoppable force that will dominate and eventually
destroy all other competition. So Moody, Athena, Jacklyn, or even Flame, anyone
who wants to unseat us as the two best in this fed, you best be prepared to.....

Crowd/Aquatic: FEEL MY PAIN!

The Rosettis substituted for Athena and Jacklyn who no-showed.

*AFTER MATCH*

(Rachel goes after Bertha and lays her out with a Lou Thesz Press. Aquatic takes care of Helga, nailing her with a spinning heel kick. While Bertha is still recovering from the tackle, Rachel searches under the ring and grabs an electric guitar. She then dives into the ring and nails Bertha square in the forehead with the guitar.)

*SMASH*

*BZZZZZZZ*

(Bertha falls like a sack of bricks and Rachel just stands over her limp body. She mouthes he words, "See You Monday, Athena", and exits.)

(Lowedown is seen pulling into the arena as a few of the production crew are seen drinking coffee. One of the production crew looks up to see Lowedown's truck coming closer at a rapid speed and doesn't seem to be slowing down. Finally, Lowedown slams on the breaks and comes just a foot away from both men as you see coffee cups flying in the air. Lowedown jumps out of his truck and leaves everything except the World title as he begins power walking around the front of the truck and looks one of the crew in the eyes...)

LD:Either one of you boys see Z?!?

Crewman#1:Not yet champ. We're you going a bit fast? You could have hurt someone.

LD:Are you still breathing?

Crewman#1:Well...yes.

LD:Then shut the BLEEP up and tell me if you've seen Z!

Crewman#2:We haven't seen him at all. We set up all the lights in the arena and then made sure the pyrotechnics were ready for everybody's entrances. We've been sitting her for at least 25-30 minutes having a late lunch.

(Lowedown looks around for a moment and then gets in the face of the production crew's face...)

LD:You see Z, you tell him that the World champion...no wait. You tell Master Z that HIS WORLD CHAMPION is looking for him. Can you do that for me?

Crewman#1:We'll do that.

Crewman#2:I'll make sure he gets the message.

(Lowedown turns to see Flame standing by the backstage door waiting to go into the arena as Lowedown takes one final look around before making his way towards the locker room...)

(The Dawg walks into the local taco bell)

The Dawg: Thelma Lou, bring your lovely self out here.

Thelma Lou: Why if it ain’t The Dawg. Where have you been handsome?

The Dawg: I’ve been out chasing skinny women.

Thelma Lou: Well! Did you catch any?

The Dawg: Sure I caught some, but none of them has got what you got.

(The Dawg pats Thelma Lou on the backside.)

Thelma Lou: Dawg, you ole sweet talker you. You want something to eat?

The Dawg: How about two sardine burritos.

Thelma Lou: Coming right up! Say did I tell you that one of those skinny wrestles came in here awhile back trying to pick me up?

The Dawg: Oh ya! I bet it was that womanizer Lowedown.

Thelma Lou: Naw! I don’t remember his name, but it sounded like a sneeze.

The Dawg: A sneeze!

Thelma Lou: Ya! You know like haasshhii!!!

(The Dawg starts laughing.)

The Dawg: Do you mean Tai Hashi?

Thelma Lou: Ya! That’s the one.

The Dawg: So what happened?

Thelma Lou: He told me that he’d never had a real women like me before, and that he’d like to jump my bones.

The Dawg: So! Did you?

Thelma Lou: That little runt wouldn’t make a good boil on my bleep. Besides, I heard that everything is small on those foreign guys.

The Dawg: Do you want me to speak to him about this?

Thelma Lou: I don’t think the little midget will be back, not after I put a whole bar of ex-lax in his bean burrito.

The Dawg: That should help him clean up his act!

Thelma Lou: You might look around out side for a pile of clothes.

The Dawg: Now what are you talking about?

Thelma Lou: If that ex-lax worked right away, all there would be left is his clothes.

Fade

The bWo (Dozer Phillips and Kurt Dangle) defeated
The Darkside Demons (Ravnos and Slayder) when Phillips defeated Slayder by
disqualification in 0:14:19.
Rating: * 3/4

(The scene opens in The Dawgs locker room where he’s talking with Michael Bole.)

Michael Bole: That was some match you had with Tyrone Smith.

The Dawg: The man put a sound whoopen on me, didn’t he?

Michael Bole: He sure did Dawg, but my question is, is it over?

The Dawg: Yep! That’s the way he wanted it and that’s the way it will be. I know Smith had his reasons for wanting it to end, but I also know that he understands that just because he won, doesn’t mean he’s king of the hill. It just means he won.

Michael Bole: So what’s up with your match tonight with The One, S Clarke?

The Dawg: Don’t know other than it was on the schedule and I follow the schedule. I will say one thing, I’m ready for anything, and that means a win. So Mr. Clarke better come packing a good game.

Michael Bole: How’s the hair cutting coming?

The Dawg: Hey man, I’m getting pretty darn good. You can ask the champ about that, he’ll tell you what a fine job I did.

Michael Bole: It’s time for me to go, so good luck tonight!

The Dawg: Thanks man. See ya later.

(The Dawg charges Korino and nails him with a head butt to the chest that lifts him off the mat and sends them both flying. When they land The Dawg is on top and nails Korino with rights and lefts that makes his head bounce back and forth like he’s watching a tennis match. The Dawg pulls Korino to his feet and shakes the ring with a power slam.)

(The Dawg whips Korino into the ropes and catches him coming off with a hip toss. The Dawg lines up and nails Korino with a knee drop to the head. The Dawg drops down to one knee and starts banging Korino’s head off the mat as he chokes him. The Dawg gets to his feet and lands a vertical suplex on Korino. The Dawg comes off the ropes and uses his devastating Tenderizer on Korino. The Dawg hooks a leg and rolls him up.)

(Cameras go live outside of the E Center 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 bWo TV Title over the other shoulder.White Lightning begins to walk into the arena when he is stopped by Michael Bole.)

Bole: White Lightning, how do you feel about having to face that monster Pain tonight?

White Lightning: Pain…. sucks! Pain tonight will have to go one on one with the career killer. With Big Kev at my side, no one and I mean no one can stop me! Last week on Live, I was chosen to finish off Scotty Scott and I beat him. This week is no different. Pain, I have been "chosen" to end your worthless career. You may think you are all big and bad, running around chokeslaming people off stages and hitting women, but to me, you are just a big, dumb, piece of BLEEP! So, Pain, I'll see you in the ring to finish you off!

Bole: Well, my nex……..

(A big black truck pulls up beside White Lightning's viper.)

Bole: I wonder who this is

("The Bodyguard" Big Kev Nash steps out from the truck.)

Bole: It's Big Kev Nash, looks like business may pick up tonight.

(White Lightning and Big Kev begin to walk into the arena as Michael Bole has a confused look on his face.)

Bole: What about my interview!

(After a few seconds, Michael Bole walks into the arena as the camera fades…..)

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

(Kolic is seen walking down the hall to the training room. Kevin Kellie
spots him and tries to flag him down.)

Kellie: Kolic! A few words?

Kolic: Sure, what’s up? Going to ask me about my match tonight?

Kellie: Yeah. Do you think you can possibly beat Master Z? I mean, he is
challenging the world champ Lowedown.

Kolic: So is Dawg, and he’s no match for me. However, Master Z will be a
challenge. Master Z...sounds like Coach Z...

Kellie: Coach Z?

Kolic: Never mind. I’ll need strategy and quickness to win the match, rather
than brute strength. Maybe if I attack the legs, keep him off his feet so I
can use my natural quickness to keep him dazed. Then...wait, why am I
discussing my plans with you? I gotta save them for the match!

Kellie: Good idea, you’re gonna need them. Eco-System called you out at
Season’s Beatings to a cage match, will you accept?

Kolic: You’ll have to see on Bedlam. Tai and I have something planned, just
you wait. If you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready for my match tonight.

Kellie: Ok, good luck not getting killed!

(Kolic continues toward the training room as the camera fades)

(The camera fades in to show Hardcore Harry stretching in a hallway
somewhere backstage getting ready for his match when Slim Jim Sullivan comes
walking up to Harry with a microphone in his hand)

Slim: Hello folks I am here with Hardcore Harry the number one contender to
the BMWF World Championship and Harry if you don’t mind I would like to jump
straight into some questions.

(Harry stops his stretching and looks calmly at Slim)

Slim: Okay, first of all why in the world would you stand by and wait for
Lowedown and Master Z to settle their differences?

Harry: Well Slim, usually I don’t let people like you know my strategies but
tonight I am feeling pretty good so I will lay it down on ya. It’s pretty
easy really, it’s as simple as one little word, stamina.

(Slim looks a little confused at first)

Harry: You and I both know that these two men are brut warriors and that
they will do everything to destroy each other. So just as the dust is
beginning to settle I step in and make an easy one, two, three and pick up
the win crowning me the new World Champion. How does that sound Slim?

Slim: Pretty good actually. Now would about your match tonight with..

(Harry breaks in)

Harry: Now you see, I was having a good day until you brought that up, Slim
do you think it is cheap that I have to fight jobbers this entire week? I
mean I am the number one contender for god’s sake and they have me taking on
twittle dee and twittle dum… this makes a lot of since doesn’t it. Don’t
even talk to me about my match tonight Slim because it just sickens me of
the thought, now I’m outta here.

(Harry storms off away from Slim)

Fade……

(The scene opens in some kind of cluttered shop. There are useless items all
over the place like a guitar without strings, and old vacuums. A man wearing
green leather pants and a green leather tank-top is hunched over a counter.
The camera pulls up behind the man, and it reveals Ignition. On the other
side of the counter a man with white hair and thick glasses is looking at
the US title belt with a magnifying glass.)

Man: I’d say it’s worth about five thousand dollars. . .

Ignition: Naww man, it’s gotta be way more then that. Do you know how many
guys have shed their blood for that thing?

Man: It’s not even solid gold.

Ignition: It sure would feel like it if I hit ya over the head with it.

Man: It is a beautiful piece though, but it’s not worth more than five
thousand. . .

(Ignition quickly swipes the belt out of the man’s hands.)

Ignition: FINE! I will remember that next time I am playing poker, and all
my money is gone.

(Ignition straps the belt around his shoulder and struts out of the pawn
shop. Ignition walks along the sidewalk illuminated by the street lights.)

Ignition: People are always trying to get a cheap one over on ya I tell ya.
If it’s not the pawn shop guy, it’s White Lightning and his new friend. I
Tell ya. . .

(Ignition shakes his head)

Ignition: Now Big Kev, you did a number on my back, I will admit it, but you
didn’t even dent my ego, or my heart! I still think I am better thank your
bWo bomber, White Lightning. I mean, he wouldn’t even have that TV title
belt right now if it wasn’t for you. In fact, I would have been walking
around with a belt on TWO shoulders if weren’t for your lanky @$$! You
crossed the wrong man at the wrong time, and if ya don’t believe me, just
wait. . .just wait.

(Ignition winks at the camera as he comes to a green Kawasaki Ninja Crotch
Rocket Motorcycle.)

Ignition: See this baby right here, I use this for the quick runs, you know,
milk, bread, beer, these things are handy.

(Ignition grabs his green helmet and puts it over his head. Ignition straps
the US title around the handlebars, it looks like it was customized for the
belt to fit.)

Ignition: You see Whitey, I am still here, and I will be here for as long as
it takes to be on the TOP of this business. Sure, there will be a day when I
need to hang up the boots, but that day isn’t even on the horizon, heck,
that event isn’t even on the other side of the mountain. What I am trying to
say Whitey, is that you can’t get rid of me! When I decide to do something,
I use all of my power and strength to do it! I am d@mn sure not going to let
a little nugget like yourself stop me from heading up in this place. You
think you can bring me down? You think hitting me with a car will bring me
down? Or how about power bombing me off the stage? Well, if ya think you can
disrupt my style, you got another thing coming. You have the best young gun
in the BMWF mad at ya Whitey, what are ya gonna do?

(Ignition climbs onto the motorcycle.)

Ignition: Just remember this Whitey, NOBODY is untouchable. You think that
big bodyguard of your is going to keep you safe?

(Ignition laughs)

Ignition: Well, I am sorry to say, but he isn’t. You are just as vulnerable
as before, but now, I will have the pleasure of taking ya both out, instead
of just you. Anyways, I want my millions of lady fans to check this out.

(Ignition gets of the motorcycle and lifts the seat up. Two twelve inch subs
are fit under the seat. Ignition hits a button near the front of the bike as
“More than a Feeling” by Boston blares out of the speakers.)

Ignition: Comon, I wouldn’t do it any other way, but with style.

(Ignition puts the seat back on the hops on the bike. He kick starts it and
flies down the road as the camera fades.)

Eco-System (Inferno and Mineral) defeated Achu and Big Bubba Bossman when
Inferno made Bossman submit to a Boston crab in 0:09:23.
Rating: * 1/4

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

("Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence plays over the PA System as the Eco-System
comes out. Mineral high-fives a few fans as Inferno takes a sign from the
crowd that says "The Beautiful Ones Will Feel Nature's Fury!" and holds it over
his head with one hand.
Inferno gives the sign back, and the Eco-System hops up to the ring apron.
Mineral hands the Eco-System's BMWF Tag Team Title Belts to the referee as
Inferno grabs a microphone and climbs to the second rope.)

Inferno: Heh.....looks like we've got a real HEP crowd tonight-that is, High
Ecolyte Population! (Pop) Tonight, we'll be facing the newly returned Team
Beautiful. You guys need to be filled in on a few things. First of all, the
balance of power almost got
screwed up while you were gone, but as you can obviously tell, we're the
champs again. In other words, everything is right with the world. (laughs)
Second of all, we have more teams around then we formerly did, so don't think
you're just going to blast your way to the world tag titles. (Inferno gives the
mike to Mineral.)

Mineral: And finally.......we're not the kids you once knew! When we beat
you, it won't be an upset we won, it will be an upset that you got any offense
in! Boys.....no, no, BIOHAZARDS!! (Cheer) It's time for you to learn some
respect, courtesy of your local Eco-rific heroes! (throws head back) IF YOU FEEL IT,
SAY IT.....

Mineral/Crowd: ECO-LIFE!

*The match begins*

(Lowedown is seen sitting in the bWo locker room taping up his fists as he keeps his head down towards the floor. Flame makes her way in with a fruit tray and sits down next to her husband and tries to offer him a piece of fruit. Lowedown looks over and simply shakes his head...)

Flame:You sure you don't want something? We still have some time before your match with Latino Heat. You don't want to go out there on an empty stomach do you?

LD:The only thing I want to do is get an answer from that so called "Ruler of the World" Master Z as to why he cracked me with that d@mn steel chair! Why did he punk me out like that? Why did he turn his back on the bWo like that? Why did he just seal his own d@mn fate the moment he gave me that concussion?!?

(Lowedown walks over and picks up a steel chair against the wall and heads towards the door...)

Flame:Where are you going?

LD:I'm going out for a "walk" to get some fresh air.

Flame:Don't do anything too crazy. Z is not one to be underestimated.

LD:What are you? His BLEEPING press agent?

Flame:I'm sorry.

LD:I'll be back.

(Lowedown walks out of the door and slams it behind him...)

fade...

(Cameras catch Tyrone backstage with his Gold Medal belt over his left
shoulder and his gym bag in his right hand. Michael Bole walks up to him
cautiously)

Bole: Tyrone? A word?

Tyrone: Yeah, come talk to Step Daddy, Bole.

Bole: This past Monday as well as at the Survivor PPV, we saw a side of
Tyrone Smith we haven't seen in a very long time. An extremely dangerous.
May I ask why?

Tyrone: B'cuz, Bole, everyone seems to forget just who da rass I be. I am da
landlord of da BMWF. An' I swear dat I'll be collecting punks' 21 grams when
they step out of line.

Bole: 21 grams?

Tyrone: (Stares into Bole's eyes) Dey say a person's body loses 21 grams at
t'eir exact moment of death, Bole... I plan to collect quite a bit of
weight over da comin' mont's...

(Tyrone walks away, he calls out to Bole)

Tyrone: I hope yer not on my list dis Christmas holiday, Bole... I truly
hope not!

(fade)

(Circus music plays as Dork comes out to the ring. He puts on an Elektroshock mask.)

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

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

(A wall of flames erupts from the stage as White Zombie's "More Human Than
Human" blares over the PA. When the wall dies down, Tyrone can be seen on
the stage. He slowly walks to the ring and enters it. He asks for a mic)

Tyrone: Look son, I feel bad 'bout what I did last time I faced ya. Lemme,
make it up to ya...

(Tyrone sticks his hand out. Dokkshock hesitantly reaches for Tyrone's
hand. Tyrone shakes it and then lifts Dorkshock into the Torture Rack. As
the crowd cheers, Tyrone Ganja Drops Dorkshock in the middle of the ring)

(Ignition is sitting in his locker room wearing his green leather outfit. He
is pacing the floor holding his US title belt in both hands. As he is pacing
he is staring at his belt.)

Ignition: My first title defense is next week against the worst man in the
clutch himself, Tamer. Now I am not going to say I am not nervous, because I
don’t wanna lose my belt. The thing is though, I am confident in myself, and
my talents. I mean I wouldn’t have been the champ if it weren’t for my god
given talent right?

(Ignition stops pacing and sets the belt onto the coffee table. Ignition
walks around and sits on the couch.)

Ignition: Enough about Tamer right now though. Tonight I face Truck. Truck,
you and I have faced twice before am I right? You are one big mofo, and you
have a little wrestling talent. Now, Truck, before you get all high header
and confident, let me say this. I have beat ya once when I was just starting
out. I beat ya again when I was warming up. What makes you think that you
are going to beat me, now that I am on fire!! I mean, I respect you and all,
but lets get realistic. Hold on a sec. . .

(Ignition grabs his US title belt and walks out of his locker room. He walks
down the hall to a janitor’s closet and grabs a broom. He unscrews the broom
end and throws it into the closet. Ignition slams the door shut and starts
walking.)

Ignition: Whitey, and Big Kev have me sooooo peeved right now that I just
have to make them do some paying for what they did. I am going to walk into
their locker room right now, and lay them both out.

(Ignition walks aways down the hall. He comes to a door with White
Lightning’s name on it. Ignition opens the door and storms in. The room is
empty.)

Ignition: Where are they?!

Camera Man: I think they left for White Lightning’s match Ignition. . .

Ignition: Oh really? D@mnit! Well. . .let’s see if we can’t leave them a
little gift. . .

(Ignition see’s a blue water bottle sitting on the table with Big Kev’s name
on it. Ignition laughs to himself as he puts his US title belt down and
grabs the water bottle.)

Ignition: I will be right back. . .

(Ignition goes into the bathroom and sounds a trickling can be heard from
it. The door opens back up and Ignition walks out with a big smile on his
face and the water bottle in hand. Ignition places the bottle back on the
table, then zips his pants up.)

Ignition: When ya gotta go, ya gotta go! Now let’s get outta here before
someone catches on.

(Ignition grabs his belt of the table. He walks out of the room and closes
the door.)

Ignition: Alright, back to business. Tamer, next week you and I are going
to have it out for my coveted US title belt. Now, this will be my first
title defense, and let me say, I am quite up to the task. In fact, I am
going to enjoy defending this bad boy.

(Ignition pats his belt.)

Ignition: Now, you have been here longer then I have Tamer, and you have
seen more action then I have. The thing is, there is nothing you can do, no
practice, no working out, NOTHING that can match the heart and
determination that I am going to do into that match with. I mean right now,
this belt is my life. My car company has taken a back seat to my belt.

(Ignition continues walking down the hall and comes to his locker room.)

Ignition: Last time you and I were in a match it was the gauntlet ladder
match for the US title, and apparently I came out on top. The time before
that we faced off in a four way match, and to refresh your memory, Ignition
walked out proudly with the win. Next Monday, I am going to walk out of that
match, US title belt in hand! Holler if ya hear me!

(Ignition strides into his locker room and puts his US title belt on the
table.)

Ignition: Tonight on the other hand, my belt will not be up for grabs.
Truck, we are going to go at it once again, and I wanna let ya know I got
respect for ya. I mean, you are friends with Verne, and you aren’t a screw
up like Tamer. Ya see, Verne is a cool dude, he can perform in the clutch
and win, unlike Tamer. So Truck, I will see ya out there, don’t get ran
over. . .

(Ignition walks out of his locker room and shuts the door as the camera
FADES.)

PA: BU…BU…BU…BROTHERHOOD WORLD ORDER

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare through the arena as White Lightning steps out onto the stage with the TV Title around his waist. White Lightning stops and poses for the crowd at the top of the stage, then walking out behind him is the "Bodyguard" Big Kev Nash. Both of them walk down to the ring area. They enter the ring, and White Lightning takes off his TV Title and hands it to Big Kev who exits the ring.)

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room, where
"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt is sitting in front
of his mirror, putting on his makeup.)

Vernon: It's truly a curse to look so lovely, Vernon.
Everywhere we go, people flock, dreaming of a life
where they could be us. But you are only a
reflection, and know nothing of life.

(He sets down his eyeliner, contemplating.)

Vernon: Or do you? Is there another world there,
inside the mirror? No, there couldn't be. Life on
the road must be getting to me. I'm talking crazy.

(He picks up his lipstick and touches up around the
edges of his lips, then leans back to admire the
effect.)

Vernon: Salt Lake City. What a place. They say that
the salt content of the lake is so high, you will
always float in it. Can you imagine? Never sinking?

(He puckers up and mimes a kiss to his reflection and,
satisfied with his lipstick, puts it away. He begins
to apply pale blue eye shadow next.)

Vernon: The BMWF is a lot like my own personal Salt
Lake. I simply float, never sink. I couldn't sink
even if I wanted to. I am....I am like an avenging
angel! A celestial being come to bring light to the
BMWF! I am truly divine, aren't I?

(He looks at his reflection and raises an eyebrow.)

Vernon: I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm not
going to go start a cult or anything. It's a
metaphor, my friend. Take a look around. The BMWF is
full of hideous creatures in the guise of professional
wrestlers. Ugliness abounds in this place, and beauty
is a genuine rarity.

(He picks up some silver nail polish, shakes it, and
then begins to apply it to his nails.)

Vernon: I wouldn't trade it for anything, though.
Sure, it's been rather difficult this past year, and
I've had my share of disappointments and rough times.
The successes outweigh all of that, though. The
higher I rise, the brighter my star shines...I know, I
know that all the naysayers have no choice but to take
notice. Mommy, Daddy...you lose. "Mr. Showtime"
Vernon Vanderbilt is officially the greatest thing
going today. I have money, friends,
prestige...everything you said I'd never have. I win.
I win.

(Clancy pops in the room.)

Clancy: Vern, son, you busy?

Vernon: Not really, Clancy. I was just finishing up
my makeup for tonight. What can I do for you?

Clancy: I need your help. It appears that Truck has
gone and got his foot stuck in the latrine.

Vernon: What!?

Clancy: I have no idea, but do you think you can come
help me get him out before anyone finds out? He's
embarrassed enough as it is.

Vernon: Alright then. But let me grab some rubber
gloves first. (aside) The things I will do for my
friends.

Clancy: What was that?

Vernon: (smiles) Nothing. Where's he at?

Clancy: This way...

(They exit.)

Ignition defeated Truck when Truck passed out in the Exhaustion in 0:08:57.
Rating: ** 3/4

(“TNT” starts to play as the top of the stage fills up with smoke. The fans
all stand and cheer as the smoke clears and Ignition is revealed at the top
of the stage. Ignition raises his arms up and down for the fans as he walks
down the stage. On the way to the ring Ignition meets the fans with high
fives. One lady fan grabs Ignition and tries to kiss him but he pushes her
away. Ignition gets to the ring and slides under the ropes. He goes to a
turnbuckle and a mic is tossed.)

Ignition: SALT LAKE CAN YA HEAR ME!!!!?!?!??!?

(CROWD CHEERS)

Ignition: You all got some crazy women in this city, let me tell ya. Now the
wrestlers of the BMWF are paid to bring you all the best show possible, and
that’s EXACTLY what the best young gun in the BMWF is going to do! Now I
know you all love me, and its versa vice if ya know what I mean, so I am
gonna enjoy derailing Truck, just as much as you are going to enjoy
watching. Now. . .GET. . .READY!!!!

(Ignition drops the mic as the match is about to start.)

P.A.: BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

(As John Lee Hooker begins to play over the arena's
sound system, Truck steps out to the top of the ramp.
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde is right behind him. Truck
raises his fist in the air and smiles at the crowd.
They make their way to the ring, and Truck grabs a
microphone before he enters.)

Truck: Salt Lake City! (crowd pop) T'night you gonna
see a mighty fine match, folks. In this corner, you
got the Machine from the Bayou, Truck! An' I'm a
fightin' this man called Ignition. Now, this boy
think he knows so much 'bout vehicles an' fightin' and
what-not. Well, t'night I'm a show him just what a
brawl's s'posed ta look like. I'm a tear him up
somethin' fierce, people. Just watch an' see! BOOM
BOOM!

(He hands the mic out to Lilly and heads to his
corner.)

(spots)

(Truck grabs Ignition by the throat. He shoves Iggy
into the corner, then runs in after him, crushing him
with an avalanche. Iggy collapses to the mat. Truck
backs up, then rushes at him, smashing him with a knee
to the head. Truck grabs Iggy and lifts him to his
feet, then picks him up and presses him over his head.
Before Truck can drop him, Iggy worms his way free,
landing on his feet behind Truck. He nails Truck in
the back of the neck with a forearm. Truck staggers
forward. Iggy strikes with a kick to Truck's back.
Truck turns around and lays Iggy out with a short
clothesline.)

Truck: BOOM BOOM!

(A camera in the training room catches Kolic practicing low kicks and
legsweeps on a training dummy. Kolic hits a beautiful high heel kick
followed by a legsweep.)

Kolic: Whew, that’s enough training for me. I’m as ready as I’ll ever be for
my match, so I might as well get out there.

(Kolic leaves for the ring as the camera fades)

(The arena goes dark, orange fleurescent smoke rises from the stage as 'Back
In Black' by AC/DC blares through the arena. The lights rise as Kolic and
Athena Hashi walk through the smoke. Athena leads the way down the ramp as
Kolic hypes up the crowd on one side. Kolic rolls into the ring and sits
down on the ropes for Athena to climb through. Kolic climbs a turnbuckle
while Athena stays in the center of the ring. Kolic jumps down and gets set
for his match.)

(The lights dim until only a faint glow remains. Even the Bruisertron goes black. The noise dies down. Soon, only a faint murmer is audible. Multiple blinding white spotlight illuminate the entrance way creating a shimmer off the metal ramp. A few more moments pass as time seems to stand still. Without warning, "Victory" by Puff Daddy erupts over the PA system. Master Z is seen stepping out from behind the curtain while adjusting the brass knuckles on his fist. He pauses at the top of the ramp with arms crossed soaking in the atmosphere. Master Z makes his way down to the ring arrogantly, as if he has no cares in the world. He flexes and taunts the fans with each step. Asking the referee to open the ropes for him, he climbs the ring steps and enters the squared circle. Signaling for a microphone, it is tossed in from the outside without delay. Master Z begins to speak.)

Master Z: Well Kolic, it looks like you will get what everyone wishes for You WILL in fact be famous. But not because of who you are, because of who you're wrestling. Tonight, Master Z is going to send a message to Lowedown through you. I'm going to show him what hurting is once again, like I showed him years ago!

(With those things said, Master Z gives the signal and the match starts. Master Z goes for an unsuspecitng Kolic, giving him a fist to the back of the head. The two men tumble out over the top rope. Master Z continues to pummel Kolic on the cold hard concrete floor.)

*DURING THE MATCH*

(Master Z thows his opponent out of the ring and points to him calling him back in. But before Kolic can even begin to enter, Master Z grabs him by the hair and flips him over the top rope and onto the mat. Master Z hits a knee drop to the groin of Kolic followed by a choke hold.)

*LATER*

(Master Z whips Kolic into the ropes, followed by a kick to the gut. Z lifts
Kolic for a powerbomb, but Kolic turns it into a hurricanrana. Z gets up,
but Kolic hits Z with a dropkick on his right knee. Kolic follows it with
another, and another. Z is still on his feet. Kolic jumps and hits a
spinning heel kick to Z’s head, then a legsweep on Z’s right leg. Kolic goes
for the pin.)

(Later)

(Kolic hits a drop toe hold on Master Z, and Z falls on the second rope.
Kolic signals for a 619, rebounds off the far ropes, and hits it. Kolic
climbs the turnbuckle, waits for Z to stand, and hits a plancha. He goes for
the pin.)

*AFTER THE MATCH*

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater played as Flame made her way out of the entrance and turned back towards the entrance way. Flame held her arms out and motioned for Lowedown not to come out. From the crowd, Lowedown leapt over the railing and slid behind Master Z and nailed with a hard clothesline. Lowedown dropped down on top of Master Z and drove vicious forearm shots to the back of Z's head as the crowd cheered on. Lowedown refused to stop as the referee tried to pull Lowedown off of Master Z and ended up almost being thrown out of the ring himself. Lowedown then slammed the face of Z repeatedly on the mat as the crowd counted every slam. Lowedown finally rose up off of Z and grabbed the steel chair from the apron as the crowd chanted the word "BRAM" and Lowedown smiled in front of the camera as he waited for Z to rise off the mat. Lowedown was about to swing the chair and nail Z when he suddenly stopped and dropped the chair. Lowedown then rolled out of the ring and grabbed the microphone from the ring announcer...)

LD:Understand this Z! I could have given you the most painful beating of your life just now! But you know what Z? I'm not like you. I will thoroughly beat your @$$ face to face! Ruler of the World huh?

(Lowedown pauses as he looks at the crowd for a moment and then back to Z...)

LD:Not in my book! That is the Lowedown on that!

(Lowedown walked away as he kept his eyes on Master Z in the ring...)

fade...

Vernon Vanderbilt pinned Ultimate Guerrero with the End of the End in 0:05:52.
Rating: DUD

PA: Viva la raza!

(Los Guerreros’ music hits up as Ultimate Guerrero makes his way out from the back. The crowd cheers as he raises his hands into the air. He begins running down the aisle slapping hands with the fans as he makes his way to the ring. He is wearing a pair of red pants and a red mask. He slides into the ring and heads straight for the corner. He climbs up, raises his hands into the air, and then hops down. He grabs a microphone and stands in the center of the ring.)

Ultimate: Vernon… Vanderbilt… is quite… a show. But… he isn’t… a Guerrero. It’s time… for champions… to be… worthy. That title… which I can’t win now…runs… in my familia. Heat wore that belt… for six… long… months. He was… a champion. You Vernon… are a joke. It’s my time. It’s my chance. And I will… take it. Don’t think… I can’t. I want it… and I … will have it.

(All the lights in the arena go out, save for a single
spotlight focused on the entranceway. Slowly, more
spotlights illuminate and turn to join the first,
until every available spotlight is focused at the top
of the ramp. Rainbow pyros go off as "The Dope Show"
starts to play. The curtains part. "Mr. Showtime"
Vernon Vanderbilt steps out and blows a kiss to the
crowd, then points to the stars before heading down to
the ring, accompanied my Mr. Beauregarde and Truck.)
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

(spots)

(Vernon nails Guerrero with a surprise cartwheel
clothesline. He follows up with a flipping legdrop.
Vernon mounts Guerrero and blasts him with several
hard punches to the head, then he stands up again,
leaving Guerrero laying on the mat. Vernon blows a
kiss to the crowd and points to the stars. Guerrero
slowly climbs to his feet. Vernon goes for a spinning
back kick, but Guerrero ducks. Vernon is off balance,
giving Guerrero the chance to strike with a series of
kicks and punches. Guerrero goes for a hurricanrana,
but Vernon reverses with a cartwheel, landing on his
feet. Guerrero is on the mat, starting to get up,
when Vernon rushes in with a kick to the ribs. He
grabs Guerrero and drags him to his feet, then takes
him right back down with a Russian legsweep.)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

(the win)

(Vernon takes Guerrero down with a high dropkick to
the head. He quickly runs to the corner and climbs to
the top turnbuckle. Vernon blows a kiss to the crowd
then takes his leap, landing across Guerrero's abdomen
with a flawless moonsault. Vernon grabs Guerrero and
lifts him up, then whips him to the ropes. Vernon
rebounds off the other side. End of the End! Vernon
goes for the pin. The ref counts.)

Ref: One! Two! Three!!!

*DING DING DING*

Lilly: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your
winner..."Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt!

(Before the Lowedown/Latino Heat match...)

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

(The bruisertron lights up to show Lowedown sitting in the middle of the bWo locker room as he is seen looking at the World title in his hands and then looks up at the camera...)

LD:You know there is someone here I am needing to apologize to here tonight. No, no, no my peeps. We're not talking about Z and how I slapped him around a lil' earlier tonight. I need to apologize to Softcore Harry. You know I meant my challenge and I am very happy to see you accepted the challenge from the...from YOUR World champion! Harry, you have said in the past that you are always hungry for a title right? You were the #1 contender for probably a month and all you could think about was getting revenge for a candy @$$ Hardcore belt! Guess what Harry? Been there...done that. Multiple times with multiple titles. Harry, I am always hungry for a fight. Did you ever think about that? Why do you I challenged you Harry? Was I bored? Was I thinking that wrestling you would be as fun as doing my laundry? Now, we all know that my laundry is much more fun and you know why? Because some of Flame's delicates get mixed in with mine.

(Crowd whistles...)

LD:The only drawback is that if I'm in a hurry then I accidently get her thong in my boxers. Those things really ride up people.

(Crowd laughs...)

LD:Harry, I hope you're watching tonight because I fully intend on giving you just one of the reasons why I am YOUR World champion and why I am the best d@mn thing going today!

(Pause)

LD:Oh and Z? I hope you understand that you may have given me a concussion, but I will be handing you a bigger @$$whoopin' than you can possibly imagine! Ya feel me?

Crowd:YEAH!

LD:YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:YEAH!

LD:I said..DO...YA...FEEL...ME?!?

Crowd:OH HELL YEAH!

fade...

PA: Viva la raza!

(The Los Guerrero’s music hits up as the crowd cheers and the Chevy Impala pulls out from the side of the entrance area. A camera inside the car shows Latino Heat driving down, bobbing his head to the music and having a good time. He drives the car down to the base of the ring, drops it down, and starts up the hydraulics. The fans go wild as the car bounces up and down from left to right. He stops the car, and steps out. He hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring. He goes over to the ropes, goes up the turnbuckle and holds his arms out. He beats his chest a few times and drops down to the mat. He grabs a mic and looks out into the crowd.)

Latino Heat: You don’t get many chances in your career to take it to that next level. You don’t get many shots at the World champ. This isn’t for that title, and I ain’t out here tryin’ to say I’ve earned that match yet. But this is big. This is my chance. This is what I’ve been sitting back there in the locker room waiting for. It seems like a lot of stuff hasn’t been happenin’ for me in those good ways. A lot of stuff just ain’t been goin’ down back there that are helping me. But I ain’t givin’ in. I ain’t cryin’ about it. I’m just waiting until the tide passes over and I can show the world how its done. Maybe tonight is the chance I’m looking for. Maybe this is the night I get away from all of that other stuff. Me and Ultimate promised ourselves to do this the right way. I wasn’t gonna come back to settle. We did the tag thing. We did it right. But today’s a new day. And I’m gonna do it up right.

I rode in here as a happy man. I’m riding out a successful one. That’s my pledge. That’s my guarantee. It’s a win-win deal here tonight to use this as a showcase. I’m still a long way’s away from those days wearing two titles and runnin’ my own show. It’s a new era. And I gotta fit in accordingly. This is my chance. Lowedown, you gotta see the fire in my eyes. You gotta hear the passion in my voice. If you ain’t ready for that, then you ain’t ready for me. I’m preparing you for what’s about to happen. I preparin’ you for the rage you’re about to feel. I can’t stand ya’ Lowe. Don’t get me wrong. But this ain’t about that. This is about The Heat goin’ back to where I belong. This is about me. I ain’t backin’ down. I ain’t runnin’ away from you. I’m standing here and waiting. So let’s do this Lowe. But remember one thing. If ya can’t stand The Heat… then stay out of the kitchen… because essa… ya’ will get burned. Trust me.

Card rating: ** 1/4