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

(The show opens inside the Mellon Arena Pittsburgh PA. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Mellon Arena Pittsburgh PA! Welcome to BMWF Dangle's Duals of Destruction! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and we are back!!

JR: Well, tonight, folks, the BMWF World Champion Tyrone Smith puts his title up for grabs against the mysterious Hush fellow!

KING: What? Hush gets a title shot for his first match in the BMWF? He must have bribed Commissioner Dangle!

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

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

(There's a quick flash of pyro. The lights go out completely save for the
bright spot light shining under the stage up towards the roof. There is fog
completely covering the stage. Music that sounds like the beat to "Simon
Says" by Pharoahe Monche, however it is heavily distorted electric guitars,
begins to play. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA RASS UP!

(There's another shot of pyro. A figure appears in the midst of the fog and
bright spot light)

PA: TYRONE MON, FEE HIM AH SAY GET DA RASS UP!

(The music continues and the house lights come back on. Tyrone Smith walks
out from the fog and stands on the stage with the world title draped over
his shoulder.)

JR: WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HE WEARING?!

(Tyrone is wearing what can only be described as a "paper towel toga" as he
is covered in only sheets of paper towels. He has a piece of paper with the
words "BMWF Paper Champion" taped to his chest. The crowd cheers as the
World Champ makes his way to the ring. He climbs in a raises the World Title
in the air as thousands of cameras in the crowd flash.)

Tyrone: So t'night we're gonna kill all da drama, all da talk. T'night we're
gonna silence hush puppy, an' I can finally get rid of the "Other Title" I
won when I won dis gold strap. T'night Tyrone goes from "Paper Champion" to
one of da BMWF's Living Legends.

(Crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Dat's right. Accordin' to him, 'Rone's just a "paper champion". I'm
just a fake an' fraud of a world champion. What I wanna know is WHAT DA RASS
Hush has done for dis fed to make him da all effin' knowin'.

(Crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Has Hush ever broken his bones for dis fed?

Crowd: NO!!!

Tyrone: Has Hush ever shed his blood for dis fed?

Crowd: NO!!!

Tyrone: Has Hush ever fought his own blood, his brother, in a Hell in da
Cell match... Dived off the top of the RAISED CAGE and landed on a ambulance
stretcher?!

Crowd: NO!!!

Tyrone: Has Hush ever been in so many hardcore matches dat he has scars all
across his body from dem?

Crowd: NO!!!

Tyrone: Suffered comas and broken necks... Gone t'ru countless hours of
rehab... Climbed his @$$ to da top several times just to be knocked back
down to da bottom rung and climbed back to da top again... ALL for da love
of da fans

Crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (cheers)

Tyrone: An' has Hush ever stepped inside an electrified cage wit' hands down
da original Mr. BMWF, Seth "Lowedown" Lowe himself... an' walked out wit'
Lowe's belt?

Tyrone & Crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Tyrone: HE HASN'T!!!!! I HAVE!!!!! I've given my all an' DEN SOME to dis
federation. I have been da BMWF Workhorse for da last four years of mah
life. I've been da most overlooked an' underrated competitor in dis
federation since Jesus was in diapers...

King: That's a long time!

Tyrone: AN' I STILL came out every week an' busted my @$$ for the love of da
sport an' da love of da fans. (crowd cheers) So, Hush... T'night, I want ya
to climb into dis ring, an tell me what da RASS it takes to NOT be a paper
champion. I've beaten almost every man who has stepped foot in dis
federation wit'in da last four years wit' da exceptions of DDT an' Hollywood
Mike. T'night, ya become da newest victim...

(crowd cheers)

Tyrone: An' when all is said an' done, an' yer laid out in da middle of dis
ring... (rips off the "Paper Champion" sign) A new era will TRULY begin...

(crowd cheers)

Tyrone: Now, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, I want y'all to...

PA: GET DA RASS UP!!!!

(Tyrone's music begins to play, and the World Champ exits the ring)

JR: Strong words from one of the BMWF's strongest men. Tonight's main even
is sure to be an instant classic.

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(Hush is shown wandering earlier on in the day through the Mellon Arena. His large physique still covered by the loose overcoat. Instead of his familiar rafters, he has taken to the hallways. He comes to an aisle and stares down towards the ring.)

Hush: . . . Tyrone, in mere hours you and I will meet for the first time in that very ring . . . you will feel what it is to have your past brought back to you . . . I doubt your anticipation for this match will mirror my own . . . instead, I have a little something cooked up . . . just in case you feel like making a scene like I plan on doing . . .

(Hush continues to move towards the ring.)

Hush: . . . Tyrone . . . I just hope you are prepared for the actions I have carefully planned out for you . . . the ride of your life . . .

(Hush stops at the bottom of the stairs. He continues looking at the ring.)

Hush: . . . You and I have a history, one that you will come to realize tonight once I give you the beating you have earned . . . I promise you, I could care less about the strap around your waist . . . all I want is you, unconscious, bloodied, and brutalized . . . and tonight, I promise I will deliver you to that condition . . . Enjoy your last few hours of rest . . .

(The image of Hush slowly fades as the ring crew is shown finishing the ring.)

("Come Out and Play" by Offspring blares over the P.A. As the lights go all around the building out from the curtains and onto the stage steps Ravven. He is greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd, mostly boos. Francine steps out gets a major league crowd pop. Ravven does the crucifix with his arms but gets booed by the crowd. Embalmer comes to the stage as well. They walk to the ring. Once there, Ravven rolls under the ropes, stands up and gives the crucifix sign. Francine enters between the second and top ropes revealing her skimpy panties as she does so. Ravven sits down in the corner. The music stops and the lights come up.)

KING: What the..??

JR:Ravven hits Little Geeko with a backbreaker.
Ravven whips Little Geeko into the ropes.
Ravven hits Little Geeko with a shoulderblock.
Ravven throws Little Geeko out of the ring.
Ravven goes through the ropes.
Ravven takes Little Geeko down with a Hotshot.
Rick Patrick counts: 1.
Rick Patrick counts: 2.
Ravven whips Little Geeko into the guardrail.
Ravven takes Little Geeko down with a kick to the midsection.
Rick Patrick counts: 3.
Ravven executes a back suplex on Little Geeko.
Ravven hoists Little Geeko high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
Little Geeko crashing hard to the mat.
Rick Patrick counts: 4.
Ravven reenters the ring.
Little Geeko follows him back in.
Ravven hits a bodyslam on Little Geeko.Ravven takes Little Geeko down with a kneelift.

Ravven smacks Little Geeko with a devastating short clothesline .
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Ravven misses with a clothesline.
Little Geeko misses with a kick.
Little Geeko goes for a Hotshot, but Ravven counters it with a lariat.
Ravven takes Little Geeko down with an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on Little Geeko.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Ravven.
Ravven goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
There are lots of chants for Ravven.

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JR: We are going backstage!

(A black 2004 Pontiac GTO rumbles into the parking lot. The camera zooms in on the license plate, which reads “UL THUG”.)

King: Dreadnaught is in the building!

(The driver’s side door opens and Dreadnaught steps out. He reaches in and pulls a duffle bag out. Suddenly, Bole approaches him.)

Bole: You were extremely close to winning the Tag Team titles again on Bedlam!

Dreadnaught: Yeah, if those Eco-nuts would not have stuck their heads in my business again, Reno and I would once again be wearing those Tag Straps. But, life has a way of screwing you over…WAIT! Let me rephrase that. FOOLS have a way of screwing over the virtuous and pious. But, Mineral and Inferno will feel the wrath of the Power Trip! They say lightning doesn’t strike twice, but the Church believes in the impossible! Retribution and violence are possible, and Reno and I will be wearing those straps again! Box has done a (BLEEP) of a job defending them. But, he was done for and the world knew it!

Bole: I wouldn’t disagree with you! But, tonight, you are in a two falls match for the Intercontinental Title!

Dreadnaught: Harry has ducked me for two months! The very week after he won that title, he escaped by having Pain attack me in the match! That type of cowardice does not need to be rewarded with gold! And tonight Tamer and I will ensure that Harry doesn’t get to walk out of the arena.

Bole: Speaking of which, I know you have the opportunity to select the second fall match type. Can you reveal what that will be?

Dreadnaught: Listen up Harry! You didn’t decide to tell me that Pain was interfering until his red ugly (BLEEP) was dragging down to the ring. So, when it’s time, you will know. But know, someone is going to the hospital tonight! That is a guarantee from the streets! This is a promise from the Thug to the peeps! The Dread-daddy is walking out with the Intercontinental Title, and someone is going to the hospital! This is a promise from the Church of Legends! Bow down and lay down!

(Dreadnaught stares into the camera, and then grabs his bag and walks down the hall.)

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(The parking lot is getting rather full as Dangle's Duel's of Destruction has already begun. Suddenly, a chugging and spluttering noise can be heard, heading down the ramp is a small, wrecked, blue car with scratched paintwork and smoke coming out of the bonnet. It stops at a parking space. The guy inside attempts to open the door, he opens it and the door falls off it's hinges. The man inside steps out, he's wearing navy jogging pants and a gray hooded sweatshirt. He is "The Near Future" Nick Kincaid.)

Kincaid: Today is the highly-anticipated debut of 'The Near Future', I am a future legend, I shouldn't be riding this piece of trash.

(Nick picks up the door and places it back on the car, he walks into the entrance doors and we hear a big bang in the background. Nick ducks as the front bonnet of the car comes towards him and lands next to him. Nick looks back at the car, a wreck, all the doors have now fallen off, a wheel is laying horizontally on the ground and the bonnet has been shot away from the smoking engine.)

Kincaid: *Sigh* If I am going to be a legend in this business I can't drive that...that...urm...thing! I will be a laughing stock of the whole BMWF!

(As soon as Nick says that BMWF jobber, Foonaki, waks through the doors, he notices Nick's car and laughs.)

Foonaki: Hehehehe. You....have....crappy...car....hehehehehe.

Kincaid: Shut up!

(Foonaki walks away laughing, Nick shakes his head in dismay.)

Kincaid: I'll show the BMWF that I am going to be a future legend! I will show them who 'The Near Future' is!

(Kincaid walks through the main entrance door, a large pop is heard outside and one of the wheels comes rolling past the view of the camera.)

>>>>

(The back doors of the arena slam open as Master Z walks in. He tears the shades off his face and stuffs them into his pocket. Master Z doesn't stop his pace as Michael Bole tries to keep up with him.)

Bole: Master Z, how do you explain that vicious attack on a jobber last week?

Master Z: By a jobber you mean that Hush guy, right?

Bole: well, no... er...

Master Z: The man behind that mask WAS infact Hush. I think I saw that other guy jump in there after I dumped the body.

Bole: What?

Master Z: Yeah you heard me! Hush got fondled after I dumped him into that garbage bin! There was another guy in there with him! THAT is who walked out after.

Bole: There are alot of people who would say differently!

Master Z: Hey, I've been in this federation for more years than I can count! I'm the single most experienced wrestler in this federation! Are you telling me I can't tell who I'm beating up? That was Hush last week, and if it isn't then think what you want. I don't have to take this coverup stuff just because some fool is trying to make his return! And I'll tell you another thing! Master Z has been pretty involved lately in alot of other stuff, but give me a couple weeks to get my head back into the game and I guarantee another world title run in the future! Master Z is the single most dominating wrestler in this federation and you better believe that I wont let that title evade me for long!

Bole:...

Master Z: Get out of here Bole, I don't have anything else to say!

(Master Z steps in the locker room and slams the door.)

(Nick Kincaid, now dressed in his wrestling attire of a blue singlet, bounces on the spot next to Kevin Kellie. Nick is warming up for his match with Johnny Stinker.)

Kellie: I am standing by with rookie 'The Near Future' Nick Kincaid. Tonight, he makes his debut here on...

Kincaid: (Interrupting) You forgot the 'Highly-Anticipated' debut, Kev.

Kellie: Nick makes his...'highly anticipated' debut here tonight on Dangle's Duel's of Destruction against Johnny Stinker. Can he defeat Johnny or will the stink be too much for the newcomer?

Kincaid: (Interrupting...again) Kevin, I would first of all like to say that I am appauled and disgusted by tonight's pre-Main Event match up. The pre-Main event is a three-way elimination match. The first fall being a Chain Match. This match is meant to be for the Intercontinental Championship, a Championship should be given to a person who is a great wrestler, emphasis WRESTLER! A Chain Match is not a wrestling match!!

(We can hear the capacity crowd booing.)

Kincaid: Then the second fall is a stipulation of Dreadnaught's choosing, well, from studying the BMWF for a long time now I've seen Dreadnaught as a hardcore, weapon-lover who is too scared to use his own fists to fight. This kind of 'action' should not be tolerated in the wrestling business today, if guys like Stu Hart where still alive today they would be ashamed of the wrestling business!! Guys like Tyrone Smith, Lowedown and others like them would've been spat on for ruining the wrestling industry. But there is a cure, a guardian angel has come to save the wrestling business and is name is 'The Near Future' Nick Kincaid. I will transform this infected promotion into a nice and healthy 'WRESTLING' promotion. And my challenge begins tonight when I defeat Johnny Stinker!!! Johnny, your smell will not be too much for me, I've come prepared!

Kellie: You've come prepared? How can you come prepared for Johnny Stinker?!?

(Kincaid walks off screen for a few second and comes back with a gas mask over his face and a deadorant can in his hands. Kincaid tries to talk.)

Kincaid: (Muffled sounds from beneath the gas mask) Hmph hmr hmpth hmph.

Kellie: Nick, we can't hear what you're saying, take the gas mask off.

Kincaid: Hmph hmph hmpht hmpth.

(Nick Kincaid then walks away. Kellie looks into the camera and shrugs his shoulders.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

(The Bruisertron lights up, the words 'The Near Future' appear on screen, this then explodes and the words 'NICK KINCAID' appear in blue as "Out of Control" by Hoobastank begins to play. Nick Kincaid walks out on stage wearing a blue singlet.)

King: AAAAH! Look what Nick's got with him.

(Nick Kincaid has a gas mask over his face and a deadorant can in his hand. He walks down the ramp looking at Johnny Stinker. Nick rolls into the ring and aims the deadorant can at Stinker, Stinker looks scared as he backs away.)

LILLY: Hailing from Boston, Mass
Weighing 245 lbs,
"The Near Future" NICK KINCAID!

*DING DING*

Match Spot [1]

JR: Nick Kincaid runs into the ropes and rebounds back with a dropkick to Stinkers face.
Kincaid quickly grabs the deadorant can and points it at Stinkers face.
Kincaid then realises he might get disqualified so he puts the can down.
However, Stinker pulls Kincaid's gas mask, he then leaves go and it goes flying into Nick's face.

JR: Nick Kincaid does a swinging neckbreaker on Stinker.
They both get straight back up.
Nick puts Stinker into a Cradle Suplex position,
THE SCREW YOU!

King: HEY! Screw you too then JR.

JR: No, that's the name of Kincaid's version of the Corkscrew Cradle Suplex!

JR: Now what's he doing?!?! THE BRIGHT FUTURE!

King: What?!?

JR: That's Kincaid's version of a Running Emerald Fusion.

King: Oh! How come you know all of this stuff and I don't?

JR: Johnny Stinker attempts a clothesline but Kincaid ducks, Kincaid then kicks Stinker in the gut and lifts him for the Vertical Suplex but changes it to a downward spiral. THE ADRENALINE! Nick Kincaid hits his finisher!

Ref: One, two, three!

JR: Nick Kincaid raises his arms in victory as he is showered with boo's. Kincaid picks up the deadorant can and spray it all over Johnny Stinker's body. Johnny screams and rolls out of the ring. He runs up the ramp and out of the curtains.

J.R.: What is that King? Up in the rafters, up there. it can't be. is it?

King: AHH! It's Myers! I thought we'd never see that nut again.

J.R.: I thought we'd find him hiding in a swampland somewhere.

King: I was hoping the psychiatric team would find him first, not us.

(The camera focuses on an image wondering high above, in the stadium
rafters.)

J.R.: What could he possibly be doing up there King?

King: I hazardous a guess. your imagination is as good as mine.

J.R.: Well Kinkaid is still in the ring celebrating, King. I don't think he
has seen Myers yet.

King: Half the audience haven't seen him yet either. And after that attack
with the flamethrower last Monday, on Bedlam, I don't particularly want to
see his burnt carcass, myself, either.

J.R.: What is he doing up there?

(The stadium lights shine on the rafters, giving ample light, tracing the
movements of Myers. We can't completely make out his appearance.)

J.R.: I think the director is telling me we finally have a clear camera view
of Myers.

(We cut to the camera shot of Myers. It is dim; he is still sheltered behind
the shadows. Out of the darkness Myers raises his hands, before thrusting
them down aggressively.)

King: The stadium lights just went out. I'm scared.

(Fire shoots out from above the Bruisertron. The audience is in awe,
chanting for more, though fearful at the same time about what more would
entail.)

J.R.: Get security, the fans are at risk. Myers is out of control.

King: The ring is beginning to shake J.R.

(The ring begins to shake and Nick Kinkaid falls over, unable to keep afoot
on the rocky ring surface. Searchlights run across the rafters.)

J.R.: Myers has disappeared. The production team are telling me he is no
longer in the rafters above. He has vanished. again!

(The stadium lights reappear.)

King: In the ring!

(The fire stops, the ring stops shaking, all is still. for a moment. Myers
stands over a shaken up Kinkaid. Myers wears a white mask, his face
completely covered by this primitive mask.)

King: At least we can't see his face.

J.R.: That's cold comfort for Kinkaid, King.

(Myers pulls Kinkaid to his feet.)

J.R.: FINAL RECKONING! Kinkaid is out cold! Where's security?

(Myers pulls Kainkaid to his feet, again.)

J.R.: Not again, his suffered enough. Have you no soul, you freak of nature?
You barbarian monster. FINAL RECKONING!

(Myers rolls out of the ring and stomps up the ramp, vanishing backstage,
behind the velvet curtains.)

J.R.: We'll be right back.

(A huge black Ford F-250 pulls into a parking space in the parking lot of
the Mellon Arena. The driver's door swings open and Howitzer steps out with
his gym back slung over his shoulder. He is wearing his pressed dark
khakis, a black collared polo shirt, and polished black loafers. There is a
businesslike expression on his face. Michael Bole runs up to him with a
microphone and puts it in front of Howitzer.)

Bole: Howitzer, we all just saw that video package of what you did to Myers
last week, how you -

HOWITZER: How I what, Bole? Deep-fried Myers? Cooked 'im like a
Thanksgiving turkey? What about it?

Bole: Well...don't you think it was extreme, and not in a good way? I
mean, it's one thing to engage in a brutal match, and your match last week
was arguably one of the most brutal in recent BMWF memory, but it's quite
another to actually TORCH another human being!

HOWITZER: Look Bole...you're an announcer so I don't expect you do
understand this. But Myers had to be shown who he was dealing with. He
came out two weeks ago and attacked me from behind, just because I carded
above him. He punked me out in front of the entire locker room, the entire
Bedlam audience...because he thought I didn't deserve respect. This is a
cutthroat sport, Michael Bole. You just narrate it, but I live it. And I
can't let a guy do that to me. So I had to show the entire company what
happens to anybody who disrespects me. I had to show them just how
seriously I take this job, and just how far I'm willing to go to put things
right.

Bole: Well, what that vignette didn't show was what happened AFTER the
match, when Myers apparently escaped from the ambulance, even though he had
been thrown off the stage onto a garbage can wrapped in razor wire and then
horribly burned by your flame-thrower. I mean, we all thought he might be
dead, and he overpowered the EMTs and escaped from the ambulance! Doesn't
that worry you about facing him in a rematch tonight?

HOWITZER: Worry? Bole, I've been pinned down by enemy fire in the middle
of some godforsaken desert for hours on end, so there ain't much around that
worries me these days. But let me just say this about Myers: you think I'm
impressed by your little Houdini job last week? Huh? You think I'm SHAKIN'
IN MY BOOTS? Well, I ain't. Hell, I halfway expected it from a freak like
you, ace. I always had you pegged for one of those pain-loving masochists
who get off on their own blood and suffering. So if you're not laying
half-dead in a ditch somewhere and you're actually in the arena, today's
your lucky day. Because you're gonna suffer plenty, and you're gonna bleed
plenty. Time to lather up and shave your @$$.

(Howitzer opens the garage door to the arena and walks inside.)

(The Eco-Mobile drives into the indoor parking lot at a breakneck speed, smashing away trash cans, cones, and a couple cameras on the walls. The Eco-System steps out-Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic.)

Inferno: Well this was sort of a random Pay-Per-View. Think anyone bought it?

Mineral: Man, wouldn't it suck if we were just performing for one lone person who bought it?

Aquatic: No way. Everyone bootlegs everything on the Internet. Hey, you got the peace offering?

Mineral: Yup. (Throws open the trunk) We have some shiny new motorcycles, all for Prime Time.

Aquatic: Yeah. It would be more considerate if they weren't already theirs.

Inferno: Well, who else wold be considerate enough to return them? That's good stolen merchandice!

Mineral: Whatever. (Mineral slams the trunk down.) Hey Aquatic, you got a little time before your match with Mae Old?

Aquatic: Probably not, but I'll do whatever you want.

Mineral: I was thinking of going around and beating up some new kids. I mean, it doesn't matter if we make enemies wih them, right?

Inferno: Meh. Probably not.

Aquatic: Well, I have to go in a hurry….why don't we take the motorcycles?

Mineral: We could do that.

(Mineral opens the trunk again, takes out three motorcycles, and closes the trunk again.)

Inferno: Are the keys in the ignition?

Mineral: You have eyes.

Aquatic: (revving her engine) Yep.

Mineral: (handing out crowbars) These might help you hit someone on the go.

Aquatic: Thanks. You coming?

Mineral: Of course. (Mineral hops on his bike and starts it up.)

Inferno: (starting up his bike.) All right. Cameraman, take your moped over there so you can follow

(The camera angle moves as the cameraman gets on the moped.)

Inferno: And we're off!

(The three wrestlers drive off, followed by the cameraman who eventually gets in front. Inferno is providing running commentary.)

Inferno: ...And the Eco-System rounds the first bend, the second bend, tight corner there, but the Eco-System mades it…first mark checkpoint coming up.

Aquatic: KINCAID!

(Inferno and Mineral nail Nick Kincaid as they drive by him with a double crowbar shot. He gets completely knocked off his feet.)

Mineral: That was strangely satisfying.

Inferno: Take a right, I hear someone.

(The Eco-System turns a bend, only to see Master Z walking down the hallway.)

Aquatic: WATCH OUT!

Inferno: MOVE MAN!

(Master Z jumps to the side, narrowly avoiding the Eco-System's cycle paths.)

Mineral: (turning around) OUR BAD!

Aquatic: YO BLIZZARD! (Aquatic pops a capsule in her mouth as she sees Blizzard coming up, and mists him in the eyes.) That will teach you to dress like Hush!

Inferno: Nice one, Sheila! Ooh, it's Howitzer!

(Howitzer is out in the hallway wihen he sees the Eco-System barreling toward him. He stands up and jumps to the side, but Mineral swerves and nails him with a crowbar. The Eco-System shut off their bikes and Inferno and Mineral start beating on Howitzer with their crowbar.)

Inferno: THIS *BANG* WILL *SMASH* TEACH YOU *CLANG* TO-um, why are we beating on him?

Mineral: Beats me. To let off steam?

Aquatic: Hey guys, I have to go. This was fun, but I have a match. See you.

(Inferno kisses Aquatic goodbye, and she revs off )

Inferno: I hope she'll be okay against Mae Old. She doesn't know how to beat on old ladies.

Mineral: She'll be fine.

Inferno: (turning around) Um…Howitzer's getting up.

(Mineral immediately start stomping on Howitzer, but Howitzer grabs his leg and pulls him down. Inferno grabs Howitzer and begins choking him out with his crowbar.)

Mineral: (getting up) Oh no you didn't…YOU LITTLE PUNK!

(Mineral pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and nails Howitzer over and over with repetitive shots until he bleeds. Inferno releases the choke.)

Inferno: You trying to fight us? This is OUR yard, boy! We attack whoever we want whenever we want! EVERYONE is a target!

(Inferno throws Howitzer into the concrete wall with a gorilla press. Inferno and Mineral hops back on the motorcycles and drive off.)

FADE

[White letters on a black background read "LAST WEEK"]

["Everything Dies" by Type O Negative fades in. The camera shows Howitzer
in the ring at last week's Bedlam, holding the microphone and calling Myers
out.]

HOWITZER: All right Myers, this is it you ugly son of a (BLEEP)! You know
why I'm out here! You attacked me after my win over Levon Jones last week,
and I'm here to pay it back! So no tricks, no gimmicks, no help from the
Thoroughbreds...I'm callin' you out. RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!

[The Bruisertron plays a quick-cut highlight package of last Bedlam's
Howitzer vs. Myers match.]

(Myers drops to his good knee. Howitzer takes another swing at the injured
one, and strikes it again and again.)

J.R.: Howitzer is going to cripple Myers, King, he's gonna cripple him!
This match went from zero to brutal faster than any match in recent memory!

[Cut to]

(Myers climbs the ladder, stands on the top, signaling to the crowd.)

J.R.: Devil's Leg Drop from the top rung of the ladder! His leg collided
heavily across Howitzer's throat!
[Cut to]

J.R.: Oh no...Howitzer don't do it! Myers may be sick and deranged but
he's still a human being! Howitzer's rolling the wheelchair to the edge of
the ramp...I almost can't watch this...oh my god he did it! He did it! He
just dumped Myers off the top of the stage! That's a ten foot drop!
(Howitzer pitches the wheelchair forward, throwing Myers off the stage.
Myers hurtles towards the ground and lands front-first with a sickening thud
on the metal garbage can wrapped in razor wire. A million cuts spring up on
his upper body, and he lays on the ground, unmoving. Howitzer turns around
and walks back towards the ring.)

[Cut to]

(Howitzer, rather than climbing back into the ring, goes around it to the
ring technician area and holds his hand out. One of the techs hands
Howitzer his chain with the key on the end. Howitzer walks over to his
black metal box.)

King: Hasn't Howitzer done enough?! What's in that box?

J.R.: Holy Moses! Is that a flame-thrower?? IS THAT A FLAME-THROWER???
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

[Cut to]

(Myers gets on his feet, propping himself up by leaning against the stage
wall. Then, Howitzer pulls the trigger on the flamethrower. A long
streamer of fire shoots out, enveloping Myers. Howitzer keeps pouring it on
for almost ten seconds. Myers flails his limbs and screams in agony as the
hellish flames envelop him. Howitzer finally backs off the trigger and the
flame dies out. Myers is still on fire.)

CROWD: HOLY (BLEEP)! HOLY (BLEEP)! HOLY (BLEEP)! HOLY (BLEEP)!

King: Oh my God.

[Fade out]

(Nick Kincaid, holding his head after being attacked earlier, walks through the corridors on his way to the locker rooms with a cocky smile and a cocky swagger, the gasmask in one hand and the deadorant can in the other.)

Kincaid: Ha! Stage one gone. I have defeated Johnny Stinker and I'm one step closer to become a legend here in the BMWF. One step closer to changing the business to a pure-wrestling promotion. One step closer to changing the face of the BMWF forever. I am 'The Near Future' Nick Kincaid...remember it!

(Nick walks off screen.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN! THE FLAME RETURNS!

("American Psycho" by D12 plays over the PA system as Aquatic comes out driving down to the ring on her stolen motorcycle. She looks around at the fans, and she then drives down to the ring, circling the apron a few times.)

PA: I'm a little bit off the chain,
But the fact remains,
That I'm a PSYCHO! (Psycho. Psycho. Psycho. Psycho.)

(Aquatic shuts off her motorcycle and hops up to the apron, shooting off her pyro. She hands her title to the referee, and flips over the ropes into the ring. She reaches out to the ring crew, and she is obliged with a microphone.)

Aquatic: (pacing around the ring with a big smile on her face.) Mae Old…I'm facing Mae Old. What are you, Mae, 80? Not that I'm not showing you respect, but have you ever seen a 80-year old man wrestle for the world title? Commisioner Dangle obviously has no respect for this title whatsoever, and neither do any of these hick fans. I SHOULD HAVE BURNED THIS TITLE WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!

(The crowd boos Aquatic and begins chanting "We want puppies")

Aquatic: THAT'S ALL THIS MEANS TO YOU, HUH? The chance to see breasts rolling around the mat? You sick, perverted twisted FREAKS! I shudder to think how many adolescent children have been having fantasies about me…I feel…so…VIOLATED. Mae, I support you 100%. You have just as much right to come out here in scanty outfits if you want to, and screw the fans if they don't like it. Unfortunately Mae….this title means something to me, even if it doesn't to anyone else, so I suppose that I'll have to pull out another easy victory, and you'll be just another one in the line of people hat can say they have-

Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!

Aquatic: FELT my pain! Work on yoru verb tenses, retards! And this isn't sing along with Aquatic anyway, SHUT UP!

(Aquatic hands the mike back to the ring crew as the crowd boos.)

King: Why would they boo if the promo is OVER?

LILLY: Her opponent...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Mae Old

(1950's music plays as Mae Old hobbles down to the ring. She has the trademark senile old lady smile on her face.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Mae Old locks Aquatic in a chokehold.
Bart Farinus warns Mae Old to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Bart Farinus warns Mae Old.
Mae Old takes Aquatic down with an armdrag takedown.
Mae Old takes Aquatic down with a punch.
Mae Old nails Aquatic with an eye gouge.
Mae Old uses a punch on Aquatic.

JR: Aquatic locks up with Mae Old.
Aquatic falls back and flips Mae with a monkey flip
Mae lies on her back holding it in pain.

King: I think Mae may have thrown out her artificial hip!

(Aquatic looks at the fallen Mae and shakes her head. Aquatic whips Mae into the turnbuckles, but Mae catches herself and turns around to face Aquatic.)

JR: Lucky for Mae she caught herself there!

Aquatic just laughs and kicks Mae in her face.
Mae goes down and Aquatic begins choking Mae out in the corner.
The referee counts to 4 and Aquatic releases the choke.

JR: Aquatic should not be choking out Mae Old like that!!

King: And Mae shouldn't be wrestling? Your point?

(Mae Old suddenly pulls Aquatic down into the corner and starts Bronco Bustering her as the crowd laughs and cheers. Mae stands up out of the corner posing as Auqtaic covers her face with widened eyes.)

King: HA HA! Can you imagine the STENCH, JR?

JR: KING! That is incredibly disrespectful to women-ah, status quo for you.

Aquatic hops up to the middle rope.
Aquatic jumps into Mae, flipping her with a hurricarana as she turns around.
Mae Old is sent flying across the ring.

King: I guess if you did that to anyone, they'd get more aggressive!

(Aquatic grabs Mae Old up by the hair and pulls her over her back. Aquatic nails Mae old with the Ice Breaker.)

JR: ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER! THAT'S IT!

Aquatic goes for the cover, hooking the leg.
The referee counts: 1,2,3.

*DING DING*

LILLY: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….AND STILL WOMAN'S CHAMPION….AQUATIC!

JR: What is Aquatic doing under the ring?

KING: Probably looking for the special Metamucil mist capsule!

JR: Aquatic slides in the ring with a glass globe and a microphone.
Aquatic spits blue mist into Mae Old's face.

JR:Mae covers her face and falls to the ground.

Aquatic: (picking up the microphone.) DANGLE! THIS BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS!

(Aquatic smashes the glass globe over the head of Mae Old, busting her open. Aquatic slides out of the ring, gets back on her motocycle and drives out of the arena, avoiding garbage thrown at her.)

JR: I CAN'T BELIEVE AQUATIC! She just assaulted an old lady for no good reason!

King: Maybe it's just that time of the month?

JR: KING!

King: Pay-Per-View Time! What were you thinking?

(Suddenly, a long white limp pulls up to the Mellon Arena. The chauffeur steps out and opens the back door. Out steps White Lightning in a full white suit with silver sunglasses on. The All-American Title is slung over his shoulder. Stepping out behind him is Big Kev Nash in a black suit. Both men begin to walk into the arena, but stop.)

White Lightning: Kev, I'll tell you, Tonight is definitely my night! Ever since Vern pulled out that fluke win at Bruisermania, I've been waiting for my shot to become a double champion, and tonight is that night!

Kev: True, but you got Big Bad Z in the first round!

White Lightning: Please, that old man aint' got BLEEP on me! His time at the top has come and gone. It's MY time now! There isn't anyone is who gonna get in my way!

Kev: All right, let's do this!

White Lightning: Before I go in, Kev, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave. Tonight, that I am the best of the best and the cream of the crop! I am going to show the world that I am that D@mn good! To do that, I'm going to have to do it alone!

Kev: WHAT!

(White Lightning does not change his facial expressions as he looks away from Big Kev.)

Kev: All right…whatever.

(Big Kev gets back into the limo as White Lightning walks into the arena as the camera fades….)

JR: I can't believe he told Big Kev to leave!

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

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains, holding his BMWF Light-Heavyweight title over his shoulder. He walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops. The Judge raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times, each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the ring and raises his Light-Heavyweight title in the air to get a chorus of cheers from the crowd. The Judge grabs a mic from ringside and addresses the crowd.)

Judge: PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA...

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: COURT IS NOW IN SESSION!

(The crowd cheers again.)

Judge: Tonight the United States Championship will be put on the line in a tournament, with nine talented people vying to get the gold around their waist. But the question I pose to all of you tonight is are all nine people deserving of the title? Just look at the people involved...Kolic, Tobey Miliken, Mafioso, White Lightning, Master Z...they all insult the fans that pay their salary and cheat to win, and they think they deserve a title that represents the United States of America? We need an honest, proud champion as the U.S. champ, and that person is me!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: So now it's time the Jury made their decision. If you think The Judge will walk out of Pittsburgh tonight the NEW United States Champion, let me hear ya!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: Ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, I have reached my verdict and I have decided that The Judge will win the United States title tournament and...

Judge/Crowd: THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge Joe Brown theme hits again as The Judge exits from the ring. He heads back up the ramp, high-fiving fans and signing autographs.)

JR: We may be looking at the future U.S. Champion!

King: But he has to get past Mafioso first JR!

(A white limo slowly pulls up to the Mellon Arena. The driver steps out and
opens the back passenger door. After a few seconds Carlos steps out followed
by Mafioso. Both men are wearing black suits with white pin stripes,
sunglasses, and their Urban Legends fedoras. Before they enter the building
they are approached by Michael Bole)

Bole: Mafioso can I have a few minutes of your time?

Mafioso: Sure Bole shoot.

Bole: Last Bedlam you got a DQ victory over Hardcore Harry let's talk about
that.

Mafioso: Hardcore Harry is both a coward and a paper champion!Dread will
prove he's a paper champion at Dangle's Duels of Destruction when he takes
away that Intercontinental Championship and Harry himself proved he was a
coward when he attacked the ref in our match to get himself disqualified but
I don't blame him. If I were Old Man Harry I wouldn't want to face me
either! I mean come on I'm not even in my prime yet and I am a former
Light-Heavyweight Champion and a member of the best group around today:
Urban Legends!

Bole: Speaking of Light-Heavyweight Champion, you will be facing the current
Light-Heavyweight Champion Judge in the first round of the United States
Championship Tournament. How do you feel about that?

(Mafioso grins and takes a deep breath before answering)

Mafioso: I feel damn great about that essa! I'm gonna stop The Judge in the
first round of the tournament then go on to bring home the US Title to the
Urban Legends where it belongs but then I plan on taking away the LH
Championship also homie!

Bole: Looks like you have alot on your agenda tonight.

Mafioso: Bole your amazing powers of deduction never cease to amaze me essa!

(Mafioso rolls his eyes and then walks away with Carlos following close
behind)

>>>

JR: I am getting word that Michael Bole is standing by with Scotty Scott backstage.

JR: But Scotty has already made his comeback!

King: Oh, well, he has alot of explaining to do about the recent events.

(Scotty is seen standing in front of the BMWF logo with Michael Bole.)

Bole: Scotty, alot of people have been trying to figure out where you have been and why suddenly have you showed back up?

Scotty: First thin's first Bole... I have to appoligize ta Commissioner Dangle for last week. I got outta hand. I just wanted ta prove ta him that I should be back. With that said, why was I gone so long... Commissioner Dangle knew where I was... I was placed unda arrest for bein' who I am... The One Man Crime Spree... This punk kid ran up ta me and talked his trash 'bout how I didn't serve ta wear the US title. How I was not worthy of bein' a champion.... I stood there and took it... He kept runnin' his mouth and then he tried ta slap me... So I did the only thin' I knew ta do... I beat him unmericlessly... Needless ta say, he called the police on me. I was arrested. It was proved that I provoked and I was released afta payin' a hefty fine... I was released... As for when I showed up Bole... I showed up as soon as I could... Commissioner Dangle had the South Dakota State Police come and take muh title away from me... I guess he decided ta punish me furtha...

Bole: Tonight, you face Rogue Morello...

Scotty: This punk kid.... He don't have a clue as ta what he is 'bout ta get in the ring with. I guess he ain't heard the rumors 'bout me forgettin' that this ain't nuthin' but a sport. I guess he don't know 'bout me bein' the One Man Crime Spree... He ain't heard 'bout how I ended a man's career in Japan... How ta this day that man lives in a bed due ta what I did ta him... I only got this one thin' ta say ta Rogue.... Beat me.... If ya can... Survive.... If I let ya....

Bole: One more thing Scotty.

Scotty: What's that?

Bole: What is in store for the BMWF from Scotty Scott?

Scotty: Only time will tell Bole... Only time will tell....

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott steps out to a mixed reaction from the fans. He stares down at the ring without waiver. He begins to walk toward the ring. He peers through the tattered black towel which is draped over his head. He steps through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring.)

Scotty: Ya know... I can't fault Commissioner Dangle for what he did in strippin' me of the US title.... But no matter who gets muh title.... Watch ya back jack I'm comin' for mine... But tanight I got this Rogue Morello... Rogue, I don't know who ya are... Frankly.... I don't care who ya are... Yer just someone that blindly stepped inta the path of rage. Yer a waste of muh time.... I got bigger fish ta fry... So Rogue... Beat me... If ya can... Survive... If I let ya....

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Starkville, MS...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Rogue Morello

JR: There's the bell!
Rogue Morello chops Scotty Scott.
There are lots of chants for Rogue Morello.
Rogue Morello hits Scotty Scott.
The crowd is really behind Rogue Morello.

JR: Rogue is coming off the top rope with a flying axehandle.

King: Look JR!!!!

JR: SCOTTY CAUGHT HIM.... T-BONE SUPLEX!!!!!

King: He nearly suplexed him out of his boots!!!

JR: Scotty picks Rogue up off the mat.

King: Scotty is just toying with Rogue.

JR: Scotty is rubbing the eyes of Rogue Morello down the ropes.

King: This is the Scotty I have respect for.

JR: Rogue goes to whip Scotty into the ropes, but Scotty reverses it. Scotty nails Rogue with a belly-to-belly suplex.

King: Scotty is like a well oiled machine.

JR: Scotty is digging his elbow into the face of Rogue.

King: That is going to leave a mark.

JR: The referee is trying to get Scotty to stop.

King: Scotty stopped.

JR: But he is arguing with the ref while choking Rogue with his shin.

Scotty let's Rogue back up.

JR: Rogue is going for a neckbreaker.

King: Scotty is fighting back.

JR: Scotty is nailing Rogue in the kidneys with his elbows. Rogue let him go!!!

King: Anyone would let go after getting hit a few times in the kidneys.

JR: Scotty whips Rogue into the turnbuckle.

King: Scotty has something wicked in mind here I know.

JR: Scotty is putting Rogue up in the high rent district.

King: Scotty rarely goes here.

JR: SUPERPLEX!!!!

King: Rogue is not moving at all!!!

JR: Scotty is stalking behind Rogue.

King: The end is near!!!!

JR: SCOTTAMISSION!!!! SCOTTAMISSION!!!!

King: I have so missed hearing you call that.

Rogue Morello summons one last burst of energy.
Rogue Morello submits after 15 seconds.
The crowd is vociferously booing Scotty Scott.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens in the parking lot. Suddenly, a Ferrari 360 Spider speeds in and turns into the back corner or the garage. The car comes to a complete stop and the driver side door swings open. As it opens, the sound of “This Disaster” by New Found Glory is heard blaring through the lot. A man wearing black Independent skate shorts, a black Volcom Stone shirt, and a black Volcom hat walks out of the car and towards a door. A ringing sound is heard coming from the mans pocket. He reaches in and takes out his cell phone.)

Man:(on the phone) Yes, I have arrived in the arena and I'm in the parking lot right now.

(The man pauses.)

Man:(on the phone) Of course I am excited, why wouldn't I be!

(As he walks through the doors towards the locker rooms he is stopped by none other then Michael Bole.)

Man:(on the phone) I am gonna have to call you back, I just ran into Michael Bole.

(The man closes the phone and places it back into his pocket.)

Bole: You must be the newcomer here in the BMWF, Kris CarMicheal.

Kris: Exactly, and as I might add, I am happy to be here tonight.

Bole: That's great to hear. I have a few questions for you, can you answer them?

Kris: Of course, I always have time for questions.

Bole: What are your feelings towards being the newest member on the BMWF roster?

Kris: It is a dream come true for a kid like me. I have always dreamed of an opportunity like this and now that I have it, I am going to take full advantage of it.

Bole: Do you believe you will make an impact here in the BMWF?

Kris: Of course I believe I will make an impact here. I may not make a huge impact in the beginning but at some point you will hear my name coming out of everyones mouth. I have been making impacts all my life and I won't stop now.

Bole: What are some of your goals as a BMWF superstar.

Kris: Of course, just like many others, my main goal is to someday become the World Champ. As for right now, I only want to make a noticeable impact on the whole fed. One title that I have always dreamed of owning is the hardcore championship. I have always thought of myself as a hardcore wrestler and that title has always been very prestigious to me.

Bole: How do you feel about the talent of other BMWF superstars here on the roster.

Kris: I see plenty of talent all over the roster. Some people that I would love to meet in the ring are Witherspoon, Mafioso, Tobey, and Tyrone. I see so much talent in all of them and I think that I could have some great matches with them.

Bole: Are you saying that the other superstars on the roster are not good enough for you.

Kris: Did I even say that at all Bole? Why are you putting words in my mouth now?

Bole: I am no...

Kris: Let me finish. Of course I never said that. This roster is overflowing with talent and I am ready to show the rest of them that I am cut out to be on this show. I hope that everyone here is ready because I am coming full force. BMWF superstars, it’s all downhill from here!

Bole: Thank you Kris.

Kris: Yea, anytime Bole

Bole: Really?

Kris: Are you kidding me, NO!

(Kris walks off laughing to himself. He turns the corner and he is no longer seen.)

>>>

(As Mobb Deep's Quiet Storm plays on the PA system, Mafioso signals for a
mic and catches one that is thrown to him)

Mafioso: Judge ...tonight you are lucky you didn't put that LH Title on the
line against one of the premier light-heavyweights the world has seen in a
long time! Earlier I promised you that I would not let you stop me and look
at you now! I'll see you around some time as for now I have a US Title to
bring home!

(Mafioso drops the mic and makes his way to the back)

>>>

(Myers is burnt, his skin torn and chard. It is obvious he has not received
medical assistance since the attack he suffered from the hands of Howitzer,
last Monday. He steps tentatively backstage, partially visible, clinging to
the shadows. His clothes are burnt to his body like a new layer of skin; he
is clearly still in much pain. The cameraman steps towards Myers. Myers
steps back defensively, before peering, hesitantly, out of the shadows,
showing this hideously disfigured face, fully, for the first time, to the
viewer.)

Myers: Look at what I have become. I'm a monster! Inside and outside! The
time I took off to recover from my previous injuries were all in vain, I'm
as crippled as I ever was. My insides have bleed for decades, now my body
will never again have the chance to heal. I am doomed to be the outsider,
disfigured, practically dismembered, but that will not hold me down. I'll
never stay down. Howitzer, you can never keep me down. A dose of sedatives
strong enough to kill an elephant could not hold me down, what makes you
think your weak fists and flamethrower can?

(Myers scratches at his face. The dry layers of dead skin peal away.)

Myers: Howitzer I'll have my revenge, tonight, in the ring, with my minions
watching, chanting, and praying for my predestined victory. Your
flamethrower was your big surprise? Well tonight I have a surprise for you
sure too not only shake you up, but also the BMWF, right to its very core.

(Myers is a sight. He smiles, his teeth decaying, a burnt repugnant
yellowy/brown colour.)

Myers: You'll see! You'll all see! I remember the past but am ready to seek
a new and more sinister future. The BMWF has ignored the dark for too long.
I'm renewing the decree that Hell on Earth is an unavoidable fate. My forces
are assembling and my will is reinvigorated, we are near ready to mobilise a
vigorous and ultimately successful assault on the BMWF, and the external
forces that have colluded to constrain and suppress my full potential. No
longer am I your instrument to manipulate and wield at will. I march to my
own beat, straight to the top to procure power for the dark ones.

(Myers scalp is bare, no hair, only fresh scar tissue. He grins.)

Myers: Hell is no longer an abstract concept. Accept your fate and peer into
my eyes to witness for demise. Howitzer, tonight I will be uncompromising in
my assault. Prepare to be torn apart, limb from limb, and have your spirit
severed for eternity.

(Myers disappears back into the shadows.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Howitzer

Ring announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, in response to the brutal and inhuman
nature of the last contest between these next two competitors, BMWF
officials have ordered that this be a regular match to be decided by
pinfall, submission, count-out or disqualification. No special
stipulations, weapons, or victory conditions will apply.

(The sounds of explosion and gunfire are heard rumbling over the PA,
followed by the techno trill of Rammstein's "Freuer Frei." Strobe lights
bathe the arena in flickering green light as Howitzer steps from behind the
curtain and heads for the ring, wearing his hunter green wrestling shorts
and black boots with his black, shrunk to fit "I DON'T LIKE YOU" t-shirt.
Howitzer slaps hands with the fans near the barrier as he makes his way to
the ring.)

J.R.: Well, by ghosts, here comes Howitzer, King...and for better or worse,
he looks primed and ready here for his match against Myers.

King: For better or worse is right, J.R., 'cause if I was him, I'd be
pretty scared after seeing Myers survive his horrific assault with a
flame-thrower and jumping out of that ambulance! Myers must be unstoppable!

J.R.: Well you might be right King, but it remains to be seen if Myers will
even make his way to the ring tonight, King! He may have escaped that
ambulance, but no one has seen or heard from Myers since! Howitzer could be
right, King...Myers might be lying half-dead in a ditch somewhere!

King: And if I was Howitzer, that's what I'd be hoping for right about now!

(Howitzer climbs through the ropes and waits in the middle of the ring for
Myers to show, hands on hips and staring intently at the backstage curtain.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Haddenfield...
Weighing in at 287 pounds...

Myers

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Howitzer nails Myers with a headbutt.
Howitzer hits Myers with an atomic drop.
Howitzer gets a Boston crab on Myers.
Myers reaches the ropes after 7 seconds.
Howitzer hits Myers with a fallaway slam.
Howitzer whips Myers into the ropes.
Howitzer hits Myers with a backdrop.
Myers falls out of the ring.
Rick Patrick counts: one, two, three, Myers reenters the ring.
Howitzer goes for a fallaway slam, but Myers counters it with a forearm smash.
Myers hits an atomic drop on Howitzer.
Myers hoists Howitzer high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Howit
zer crashing hard to the mat.
Myers whips Howitzer into the ropes.
Howitzer hits Myers with an elbow.
Howitzer goes for a fallaway slam, but Myers counters it with a forearm smash.
Myers goes for a running power bomb, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer takes Myers down with a cobra clutch suplex.
Howitzer executes a cobra clutch suplex on Myers.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.

J.R.: What a match this has been between these two, King...after the
brutality of last week, BMWF officials, wisely in my book, stipulated that
this be a standard match with no hardcore component at all! But these two
men have decided to make up for it by attacking each other as viciously as
possible!

King: I think they want to kill each other with their own bare hands!

J.R.: Howitzer with a kick to Myers gut...picks him up...OH, the flip and a
front piledriver! Myers is in a heap on the mat!

(Howitzer kicks Myers over onto his back and bounces off the ropes and hits
a big body splash. He goes for a cover.)

J.R.: One, two...kick out! Howitzer's gonna have to do more than that to
put Myers away!

King: Heck, a ten-foot drop onto razor wire and a flame-thrower couldn't do
the job!

J.R.: Now Howitzer has Myers up to his feet, oh man, look at that headbutt!
Almost cracked Myers' skull open!

(Howitzer spins Myers around delivers an atomic drop. Myers falls to the
mat. Howitzer takes his legs and locks in a Boston Crab.)

King: Howitzer's got him in the Boston Crab! His favorite submission move!

(The crowd begins to roar. Howitzer keeps the hold locked in for almost
thirty seconds.)

J.R.: Howitzer might make Myers tap here! Myers isn't giving in though!

(Myers pushes his upper body up to relieve the tension and crawls to the
nearest rope, forcing Howitzer to break the hold.)

King: He's out! He got out! What does Howitzer have to do to put Myers
down??

JR: Howitzer whips Myers into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a shoulderblock.
Howitzer hits Myers with a shoulderblock.
Howitzer throws Myers into the turnbuckle.
Howitzer nails Myers with a punch.
Howitzer takes Myers down with a punch.
Howitzer goes for a punch, but Myers reverses it.
Howitzer re-reverses it
Howitzer nails Myers with a cobra clutch suplex.
Howitzer whips Myers into the ropes.
Howitzer hits Myers with a clothesline.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.
A few fans are cheering on Howitzer.
Howitzer nails Myers with a full nelson slam.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.
Howitzer goes for an atomic drop, but Myers counters it with an elbowsmash.
Myers goes for an atomic drop, but Howitzer counters it with a facerake.
Howitzer hits a cobra clutch suplex on Myers.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.
Howitzer takes Myers down with a running elbow smash.
The crowd is starting to get behind Howitzer.

J.R.: Myers has withstood this barrage of attacks from Howitzer. His
strength is immeasurable.

King: But under that mask, he's hideous.

J.R.: You can blame Howitzer for that King. I'm sure Myers does.

(Myers flings Howitzer into the ropes, axe-handle slam across the back of
Howitzer's shoulders. Howitzer is stung.)

King: Myers with the PUMP HANDLE SLAM on Howitzer!

J.R.: He follows it up with the DEVIL'S LEG DROP! Howitzer is clearly in
trouble here King.

(Myers taunts the fans, peering at them with disgust from beneath the white
mask.)

J.R.: Myers needs to focus on the job at hand.

(Myers stomps heavily on the limp body of Howitzer. He convulses after each
succession of boot attacks. Myers pulls Howitzer to his feet - He pretends
to lock in the Final Reckoning.)

King: Why doesn't Myers just finish this match off J.R.?

J.R.: I don't know King, but he may just live to regret that decision.

(Myers with right hands, knocking Howitzer back into the left corner
turnbuckle. DDT in the corner, Howitzer is delirious.)

J.R.: Myers climbs to the middle turnbuckle.

(Knee drop across the chin. Howitzer instinctively grabs at his chin.)

J.R.: Howitzer is busted open King, his chin may well be broken.

King: I'm sure Myers is grinning beneath that satanic mask of his.

(Myers, again, stomps at the chest of Howitzer, knocking the air out of him.
Howitzer grabs Myers' foot.)

J.R.: Irish leg whip. Is Howitzer back in it King?

(Howitzer charges at Myers. Myers reverses a running clothesline -)

J.R.: FINAL RECKONING! Howitzer is out! Why doesn't Myers make the pin?
Myers is telling the ref to look into the crowd, at a group of loudmouth
fans, who are jeering Myers physically appearance.

King: I'd make fun of Myers' physically appearance too.

(The ref is blind sighted.)

J.R.: FINAL RECKONING on the ref. Myers is out of control. Who'll make the
count? Howitzer is still out of it.

(Myers pulls Howitzer to his feet.)

King: Another FINAL RECKONING! Look up on the platform: it's LOOMIS!

J.R.: I thought Myers cut that maniac loose years ago.

King: Well I guess psychotics stick together. He's pointing his walking
stick down at a deflated Howitzer, urging Myers to inflict more damage.

J.R.: DEVIL'S LEG! Howitzer's forehead is cut open! Myers tears off the
white mask, revealing his hideous, grotesque, burnt to a crisp, face.

King: What is Myers doing now?

J.R.: The Seventh Sign! Myers submission move! He has it locked in tight!
Howitzer is out cold, but there is nobody to make the count.

(Loomis rushes down to ringside.)

King: What? Loomis is tapping the ref with his walking stick! The ref is
finally starting to reawaken.

J.R.: What is Loomis telling the ref? I think I hear Loomis telling him an
object thrown from the crowd stuck him. What a lie.

King: The ref believes him.

J.R.: Well he is delirious! The ref checks Howitzer's arm. ONCE. TWICE.

They exchange blows!

(Howitzer whips Myers into the turnbuckle. He follows in with a jarring
shoulder tackle. Myers sags back, his wind knocked out. Howitzer delivers
three hard punches to the face. Myers staggers out of the corner towards
Howitzer, and Howitzer catches him around the neck and delivers a full
nelson suplex.)

J.R.: Full nelson suplex! What power!

King: Myers looks like he's losing all his fight J.R.! Howitzer's really
pouring it on!

(With Myers still down on the canvas, Howitzer walks to the other end of the
ring. He pounds his chest and yells to the crowd. The crowd goes insane.)

CROWD: KICK HIS @$$!! KICK HIS @$$!! KICK HIS @$$!! KICK HIS @$$!!

King: The crowd wants blood, J.R.!

(Howitzer waits for Myers to get to his feet. He reaches across his body
and slaps his right elbow three times. The crowd gets even louder. Myers
finally gets himself vertical, but is clearly groggy. Howitzer charges
across the ring and nails Myers full in the face with a running elbow
smash.)

J.R.: The elbow smash! The sun could be setting on Myers here, King!

(Howitzer drags Myers to his feet and positions himself on the second
turnbuckle.)

King: Here it comes! Nobody gets up from this!

(Howitzer lifts Myers over his head and delivers a BFG.)

J.R.: BFG!! BFG!! BFG!! That's gotta do it!

(With the crowd cheering wildly, Howitzer gets down from the turnbuckle and
covers Myers.)

JR: Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
A small "Howitzer" chant is being started.

*DING DING*

JR: There it is, folks! Howitzer has put Myers down!
Howitzer wins the match! What a contest! We'll be right back!

KING: Wait! I've got it! I know who Hush is!

JR: Who is he, King?

KING: He's really Ultimate Guerrero coming back for the 4714th time!

JR: Well, maybe...

(Kolic is shown in a room in the arena, practicing martial arts moves while
Kate watches. After a few seconds, he thrusts with his right arm and grunts
in pain. Kate runs out of her seat to him.)

Kate: Honey, what's wrong?

Kolic: It's, it's nothing. Just a little stiffness.

Kate: Let me put some ice on that, you can't win the US title with a hurt
arm.

Kolic: I'll be fine! It's just a little sore, it's nothing to worry about!

Kate: Are you sure? Here, sit down...

Kolic: No! (Kolic wrenches his arm away from Kate) I said I'll be fine, now
leave it alone?

Kate: (A little shaken up) I was just trying to help...

Kolic: I don't need any help! I will win the US title on my own and continue
my path to greatness! (Looks at Kate and softens his voice) I'm sorry, but
if I need help, I'll ask for it. For now, I want to do this by myself, ok?

Kate: Ok, just don't do anything rash.

Kolic: That's what you have to do to win sometimes. I'll try not to get
myself hurt. I'll just be another minute, meet you in the locker room?

Kate: I'll be there, just...be careful, please.

Kolic: (He kisses Kate's cheek) I will. See you in a minute!

(Kate leaves the room. When she does, Kolic grabs his arm again and looks
for an ice bag.)

Fade

(The camera fades in to show Hardcore Harry sitting on a wooden bench
looking face down at the floor. His long dirty blond hair is soaking wet and
is hanging down almost touching the BMWF Intercontinental Championship which
lies on the floor. Harry continues to look at the title as he begins to
speak)

Harry: Day after day, week after week, month after month, and now I can say
year after year. That's right, it is official, Hardcore Harry has been apart
of the BMWF for two long years and this, this is my prize.

(Harry reaches down touching the title)

Harry: Some have risen higher than myself in shorter time but that doesn't
matter, what matters is tonight. Tonight I am putting my title on the line
in a very barbaric match, or should I say matches. It seems Kurt Dangle
wanted to be an @$$ and turn everything around on me well to tell you the
truth, these two stipulations would have been nothing compared to mine, so
Dread and Tamer, consider yourselves lucky.

(Harry picks his title up and the camera gets a close up of the name plate
which reads "Hardcore Harry")

Harry: Tonight isn't Dreadnaught's night.. Nor is it Tamer's.. Tonight is my
night! This is my two year anniversary and I am going to make those fans
stand in awe as I dismantle both of my opponents in their own matches!

(A cocky grin appears on Harry's face)

Harry: First we will start off in a "Chain Match", I guess Tamer sure has
put it to me. Tamer has out done himself by calling this one.

(Harry laughs)

Harry: Are you kidding me? Who the hell request's a chain match!!! Tamer if
that is the best you got then be prepared for a very rude awakening because
that isn't a match for the "Big Boys".

(Harry's chuckle comes to a stop and a more serious look appears on his
face)

Harry: Now Dreadnaught I know you have something up your sleeve, all you
veterans do. Dreadnaught I respect you and all for being a veteran but out of all
of my two years I haven't had one bit of help or any advice from you, I
haven't talked to you backstage, and I haven't tagged with you. As I said I
respect you but quite frankly I HATE YOUR GUTS!!!

(Harry's tone is beginning to change)

Harry: Your maybe a grand slam champion, you may be a former world champion
and you may be a former IC champion but none of that will matter when you
step into that ring your past accomplishments mean zero to me. Your past
feuds... zero. The only thing that remains when you step into the ring with
me is your present!!!

(Harry slowly looks up into the camera for the first time)

Harry: We all have held this title at one time for one time, and Tamer you
have held it the longest so far but after tonight I am going to make sure my
countdown continues. The time is near, I hope your boys are ready for a good
hard trip.. Straight to the WOODSHED!!!

(Harry jumps up from the wooden bench with his title in his hand and he
storms out of the room)

Fade..