Date : 7/26/04
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Mellon Arena Pittsburgh PA

(Cameras go backstage to see White Lightning sitting in a black leather chair, and sitting next to him on a wooden stool is Michael Bole. Sitting in a glass case next to White Lightning is the All-American Title.)

Bole: Right Now, I am here with the current All-American Champion, White Lightning! So, White Lightning, You have a big night tonight…

(White Lightning cuts him off by taking the microphone away.)

White Lightning: You're right, Michael Bole! Tonight is a Huge Night! I have a chance to become what so many people have attempted at, but failed. I have a chance to become a duel champion, and at what better of a Pay Per View, than Dangle's Duels of Destruction.

Bole: What do you make of your first round matchup with Master Z?

White Lightning: Well, it's pretty obvious to me that the fans will get to see a finals worthy match in the very first round. Of course, Master Z is no match for the Legend, White Lightning. You see, Master Z, your time has come and gone. I am now the Measuring Stick here in the BMWF, and quite frankly, your talent doesn't measure up at all!

Bole: If you get by Master Z, then it's either the Judge or Mafioso

White Lightning: The Judge is a joke! Back when we were in Deadly Medley and even the bWo, he always was jealous of the talent I had. I remember way back at SummerSlammed 03, when he begged me to be his tag team partner. His pathetic effort, delayed my career for a month or two. Judge, I don't forget things like that. And then, to top it all off, I get my world title shot at Lowedown, and what does the Judge do? He Disqualifies Lowedown, which results in a cheap title defense. Judge, the beating I will give you is a long time coming. You better pray to god, that you don't make it out of the first round!

Bole: What about Mafioso?

(White Lightning hysterically laughs for a moment.)

White Lightning: What about him? He…. SUCKS! Enough said!

Bole: Any preference on who you want to face if you happen to make it into the finals?

White Lightning: Let's get one thing straight here! There is no "if I happen to make it"! I will be in the BLEEPing finals! You got that, Bole? No one is gonna stop me here tonight! Now back to the question, there is no preference. No matter who it is, they all will be no match for the Legend, White Lightning!

Bole: Now, onto a different matter. Your TCW mate Box, is defending the tag titles once again by himself, what are your thoughts on that?

White Lightning: I know Box can handle himself, but the Eco-System better watch tonight, because there is a little surprise waiting for them!

Bole: White Lightning, you have the potential to fight three matches tonight, are you up to it?

White Lightning: Am I up to it? You're d@mn straight I'm up to it! The US Title is as good as mine! There is no man walking in the BMWF here tonight, they can beat the Legend!

Bole: So, This will be yet another TCW PPV? As you guys have had great records at Big Events!

White Lightning: Bole, we are big time players! You could call us the MVPs of the BMWF. We draw the ratings, we sell out the crowds, and we sell the merchandise. We are the franchise players!

Bole: Any Last Words?

White Lightning: Master Z…. YOU SUCK! Tonight, you're reign as the so-called Baddest Man in the BMWF comes to an abrupt hault! Why, you ask? Because I am BADDER than you will ever be!!

(White Lightning gets up and walks off as camera is back on Michael Bole.)

Bole: There you had it from a confident White Lightning!

(Camera fades….)

>>>

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen! We have just been given word that Lowedown has
arrived here in the arena and he is looking for Hardcore gold here tonight
in the Mellon arena!

King:Lowedown is no stranger to any of the titles here in the BMWF! Well,
maybe not the Light Heavyweight title and the Women's title!

JR:Well, we do know that Lowedown is looking forward to stepping in the ring
with Axe and perhaps Box here tonight in the state of...

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

King:I think Lowedown meant to cut you off on purpose!

JR:I was just going to make mention that Tobey got the worse of last week's
match between himself and Lowedown.

King:And now Tobey says he has a secret that will rock the entire BMWF and
Lowedown! I wish Tobey would just stick to facing lesser known wrestlers!
Save him from all these beatings!

JR:I couldn't agree with you more to be honest.

(Lowedown makes his way out of the entrance way along with his wife Flame
and brother Dozer. All three begin to make their way down to the ring as the
crowd watches on and chants his name. Lowedown slowly looks around the arena
before finally leaping up onto the ring apron and watches the pyro shoot out
from all four corners. Lowedown helps Flame onto the apron and then climbs
into the ring behind her. Dozer climbs into the ring and walks over to the
corner and watches the crowd as they continue to chant for Lowedown...)

JR:This crowd is behind the Church member tonight here in Pittsburgh!

King:They are behind the Steelers as well! YAHHHH!

(Lowedown walks over to the ring announcer and asks for the microphone. As
Lowedown is about to speak when Flame suddenly walks over and whispers
something into her husband's ear. Lowedown pauses for a moment and then
finally begins to speak...)

Lowedown:Whatever shall we talk about here tonight? Shall we talk about the
Hardcore tournament and the simple fact that you are looking at the next
BMWF Hardcore champion?

(Crowd pop)

Lowedown:Or...or...shall we talk about the long awaited big news coming from
the candy@$$ mouth of Tobey Miliken?

(Crwod boos at mention of Tobey's name as Lowedown shows his patented smirk
to the crowd and brushes his hair back...)

Lowedown:This mystical information that is supposed to destroy me? The
information that is going to rock the BMWF off it's pedastal and show me the
error of my ways. The so called bullbleep announcement that Tobey has that
is going to show me how wrong I am and how right he is! The only thing I
really have to say about that is..who cares?!?

(The crowd erupts for a moment as Lowedown raises his hand up to quiet them
down...)

King:It's true J.R! He is like a preacher giving a sermon!

Lowedown:Tobey, you are going nowhere fast son and I would have thought that
the @$$whoopin' you got from me last week would have opened your eyes! I
would have thought that the @$$whoopin' my wife gave you would have opened
your eyes. Tobey, understand me when I say that this is for your own good.
Stay out of my business. Don't come near my wife or anyone associated with
the Church or I will hand your @$$ to you again and again and again! Ya feel
me people?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:These people don't want to hear what you have to say here tonight!
They want to see the Church raise a lil'...heaven here tonight and that is exactly what
we are going to do! Still feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:Now Tobey, I would strongly suggest you take whatever bullbleep you think
you have on yours truly and shove right back up your @$$ because all these people in
Pittsburgh don't need you to bore them to death with your garbage! No one here needs
you here in Pittsburgh! Basically, no one needs you here period! Even your girl Misty
has been eyeing the next Hardcore champion!

King:Is that true?

JR:I think he's just saying that to anger Tobey.

King:Oh no. All we need is an angry Tobey...

JR & King:BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Lowedown:That's right Tobey! Misty had no problem showing herself to me...well, she
thought it was me. She's been sending me cards, letters, e-mail, carrier pigeon, text
messages, flowers, stuffed animals, and...a few other things that I can't say being that
this is sort of a family show. tobey, what I did was print up a few things that was sent to
me by your faithful lil' Misty.

(Lowedown pulls out a few pieces of paper and hands them over to Flame who has another
microphone in her hand and clears her throat before she speaks...)

Flame:This letter comes from the screen name "Mistylowe27.com". I don't think all her
oars are in the water if you ask me, but it reads...

"Dear Lowe,

I so wished it was you that I exposed myself to. I couldn't believe it was that Bat guy who
got to view my mighty melons of massive mammery magnitude. I don't know why my man
is so jealous of you, but I have heard some rumors and maybe you can help me with an
answer.

(Pause)

I heard one time that you and that lucky wife of yours were caught getting freaky in the
shower and the cameraman accidently got a picture of the "package". I get all excited
just thinking about it as I replay the stolen tape over and over again when Tobey...I mean...
"Phil" is asleep. Just once I wish I was in Flame's panties...

King:WOO-HOO! I think I'm in Penthouse heaven!

Flame:..so I could experience what it would be like to be in your arms. In your bed. In your
eyes.

JR:I think we are getting almost too close to an "R" rating here.

King:I hope we go to an X! WOO-HOO!

Flame:I know that I can only dream of being with you, but hopefully someday you will
realize my feelings for you and just exactly how flexible I can be for you.

(Lowedown interjects...)

Lowedown:If you look under your paperwork there King, you'll see a picture she sent
to me online. If you ask me, I think it might be doctored.

(The King fumbles through his paperwork and comes to an envelope and he quickly
rips it apart to open it and his jaw drops to the floor...)

King:Pu...pu...pu...PUPPIES! I think I need a nurse to check my blood pressure!

JR:Calm down King!

Flame:As you can clearly see, this woman is a bit of a freak. A freak with implants
King.

King:Implants are alright with me! WOO-HOO!

Lowedown:That's just one of a dozen different letters I received from her. But when I
this latest confession of her love for me, I think she went over the top. Show these people
what I'm talking about!

(As Lowedown looks up towards the ceiling as an extremely large poster falls from the
rafters. The poster is over 75 feet long and 20 feet wide and shows a scantly clad picture
of Misty with her tongue in the ear of a cardboard standout of Lowedown. The crowd laughs
as Lowedown looks up and shakes his head. Flame walks over and leans against her
husband...)

Flame:Do you see what kind of trouble this is? After I whooped your @$$ all over
the place last week, Misty realized that the you don't have a d@mn clue what you
are doing in this business and that she is with the wrong man. So I tell you what I'm
going to Tobey. I am going to see if you got the brass to step into the ring with yours truly
one more time. But this time, I'm going to put things in your favor.

JR:Put things in Tobey's favor?

King:Even if Tobey gets some extra help, he still can't hang in the same ring with
Lowedown! Even I know that!

Lowedown:I want all these people here tonight and around the world know that I am
a fair man. So this is what I think we should do. I want a straight up match with you
Tobey. In this corner, I want the Lowedown. And in the other corner, I want Tobey...

(Pause)

Lowedown:...Howitzer...

(Pause)

Lowedown:...and your girl Misty in a three on one match up!

JR:Lowedown is making a handicap match up against Tobey, Howitzer, and Misty?

King:I don't think he's had problems with uneven odds before.

Lowedown:What do you think Tobey? I am giving you the opportunity to step into
the ring with your own friends and soon to be ex-girl against me. I'm giving you
an open opportunity to try and right the wrongs. I'm giving you the opportunity to
get a second chance. A second chance at getting your @$$ whooped, but a chance
nonetheless.

(pause)

Lowedown:So after I get done beating Axe and then beating the Box for the Hardcore
title, I'm going to use to that title as a symbol of righteousness! I'm going to use that
title as a beacon of hope for all the people here and around the world! The Church is here
tonight and we are going to hold services all...night...long! Ya feel me?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:That is the Lowedown on that! Axe, get ready for some pain baby and make
sure Box shines up his belt real nice! I like shiny belts around my waist! Nuff' said!

(Lowedown, Flame, and Dozer look around the Mellon arena as they all look up at the
large poster of Misty and shake their heads in disbelief. All three of them make their way out
of the ring and make their way through the crowd...)

JR:Lowedown has made it clear that he wants the Hardcore title and he wants to show Tobey
exactly who he is!

King:Maybe Tobey will learn that he's in the ring with the wrong Legend!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is a U.S. Title Tournament match and is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Misty
From Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Kolic kicks Tobey Miliken.
Kolic chops Tobey Miliken.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Kolic.
Kolic throws Tobey Miliken out of the ring.
Len Stanley counts: one, two, three, Tobey Miliken reenters the ring.
Kolic almost takes Tobey Miliken's head off with a clothesline
Kolic uses irish whip on Tobey Miliken.
Kolic uses a spin kick on Tobey Miliken.
Kolic leaves the ring.
He returns with a chair.
Kolic runs into the ropes and springs off the chair.
Kolic goes for a spin kick, but Tobey Miliken ducks out of the way.
Tobey Miliken nails Kolic with a drop toehold.
Len Stanley removes the chair from the ring.
Tobey Miliken goes for a falling headbutt, but Kolic rolls out of the way

JR: Tobey whips Kolic into the ropes. He tries a clothesline, but Kolic flips
over his arms! He waits until Tobey turn around and hits a dropkick Tobey makes it to his feet and
charges at Kolic, but Kolic back bodydrops him over the top rope! The ref is on his knees checking on Tobey!
Kolic rebounds off the rope, and...woah!
He uses the ref as a springboard and hit a plancha on Tobey!

King: Wow! Go Kolic!

JR: You're on Kolic's side now?

King: No, I just hate the other two more than him! HAHA!
They get back into the ring.
Kolic hits Tobey Miliken with a clothesline.
Kolic gives the sign for the Binary Blast.
Kolic executes the Binary Blast on Tobey Miliken.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Kolic goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

JR: 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 Dollar Bill coming back as Dawg for the 254th time!

JR: Well, maybe...l

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage where The Couch is shown standing in the hallways somewhere in the Mellon Arena. Standing next to him, wearing the BMWF Light-Heavyweight title around his waist, is The Judge.)

Couch: Judge, tonight you are in the tournament for the United States title. Can you give us any comments on the other competitors?

Judge: I will admit, the other competitors are good, like Master Z, Reno Fontayne, and Ash, but I will also admit that I have what it takes to defeat them and win this entire tournament. The BMWF does not want a cheater or a liar as their United States Champion, and that is why it is only fitting that a true fighting champion wins here tonight, and as far as I can tell, the only person who fits that description in the tournament is me.

Couch: Well, it had seemed like you were going to face Pain here tonight at Dangle's Duels of Destruction, after he tombstoned you and almost broke your neck. Has anything changed with that situation?

Judge: No, Pain is still near the top of my hit list, but for now he's going on the backburner. I have more important things to deal with over the next couple of months.

Couch: Care to describe what those things are?

Judge: It all depends on what happens tonight, but I will say this...if anyone thought that The Judge's fire may have died out, they are sadly mistaken. Whoever wins the World title tonight better take notice of my matches, because soon they will have someone new gunning for their title, and that person is me!

(The Judge points to himself and grins as the camera slowly fades.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is a U.S. Title Tournament match and is a non-title match scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Aquatic...
Hailing from Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
The Judge

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 takes a mic from ringside and addresses the crowd.)

Judge: Mafioso, as far as I am concerned, you are only the first rung on the ladder to winning the United States title and if you think you are going to beat me and climb up to the next rung, you are dead wrong. Maffi, if I can call you that, you cheat to win your matches! You have your Urban Legends members gang up and help you win, and even that isn't usually successful! Unfortunately I recently ended ties with my manager, so I have to face you and your buddies alone, but I am determined to do whatever it takes to win the United States title and have a true champion representing America here in the BMWF!

(The crowd cheers.)

Judge: So Mafioso, get your sorry no-good cheating BLEEP out here right now and prepare to be pinned, and...

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

(The Judge takes off his robe and hands his LH title over to the ref as he waits for his opponent.)


LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
From Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Mafioso


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
The Judge uses a DDT on Mafioso.
Numerous fans are using The Judge for target practice.
The Judge goes for a DDT, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso hits a spinebuster on The Judge.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mafioso.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
The Judge hits Mafioso with an elbow.
The Judge nails Mafioso with neckbreaker.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
Mafioso hits The Judge with a shoulderblock.
Mafioso smacks The Judge with a devastating clothesline to the back of the head
.
Mafioso goes for a Russian legsweep, but The Judge counters it with
an elbowsmash.
The Judge goes for a clothesline, but Mafioso ducks out of the way.
Mafioso whips The Judge into the ropes.
Mafioso almost takes The Judge's head off with a clothesline to the back of the
head
Mafioso executes a piledriver on The Judge.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mafioso.
Mafioso takes The Judge down with a reverse neckbreaker.
A small "Mafioso" chant is being started.
Mafioso makes a fist,puts up forefinger and pinky finger then spits through them
.
A small "Mafioso" chant is being started.
Mafioso takes The Judge down with a superkick.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mafioso.
Mafioso hoists The Judge high into the air with a backdrop, then sends The Judge
crashing hard to the mat.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Mafioso hits The Judge with a clothesline.
Mafioso puts The Judge in a single-leg Boston crab.
The Judge is valiantly trying to break the hold.
The Judge gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 15 seconds.
Mafioso makes a fist,puts up forefinger and pinky finger then spits through them
.
A small "Mafioso" chant is being started.
Mafioso almost takes The Judge's head off with a clothesline to the back of the
head
Mafioso goes for a pumphandle slam, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge goes for a powerbomb, but Mafioso blocks it.
Mafioso whips The Judge into the ropes.
Mafioso misses with a shoulderblock.
The Judge almost takes Mafioso's head off with a clothesline
The Judge is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
The Judge hits Mafioso with a piledriver.
The Judge nails Mafioso with a scissor kick.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
The Judge nails Mafioso with a DDT.
The Judge covers Mafioso.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
The Judge smacks Mafioso with a devastating clothesline .
The Judge throws Mafioso out of the ring.
The Judge rolls out under the bottom rope.
The Judge almost takes Mafioso's head off with a clothesline
Jack Slone counts: 1.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
The Judge executes a splash on Mafioso.
Jack Slone counts: 3.
Jack Slone counts: 4.
The Judge goes for a splash, but Mafioso rolls out of the way.
Jack Slone counts: 5.
Mafioso goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but The Judge counters it with
a backward kick.
The Judge gets back into the ring.
Mafioso climbs back into the ring.
The Judge whips Mafioso into the ropes, but Mafioso reverses it.
Mafioso misses with a clothesline.
Mafioso and The Judge get hit with a double clothesline.
Mafioso takes The Judge down with a Russian legsweep.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mafioso.
Mafioso gives the sign for the Hit 'Em Up.
Mafioso executes the Hit 'Em Up on The Judge.
The crowd is starting to get behind Mafioso.
Mafioso goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Mafioso goes for a pumphandle slam, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge takes Mafioso down with a piledriver.
The Judge throws Mafioso into the turnbuckle.
The Judge hits Mafioso.
The Judge kicks Mafioso.
The Judge further incites the crowd.
The Judge runs into the ropes.
The Judge almost takes Mafioso's head off with a clothesline
The Judge goes for a scissor kick, but Mafioso ducks out of the way.
Mafioso almost takes The Judge's head off with a clothesline to the back of the
head
Mafioso is going for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.

JR: Mafioso takes Judge down with a hard right shot but The Judge gets back to his feet. The Judge punches at Mafioso but Mafioso blocks his shot and gives him a kick to the midsection. Mafioso sets The Judge up for the Hit Em Up but The Judge reverses it into a neckbreaker!

King: Good move by The Judge!

JR: The Judge picks Mafioso up, kicks him in the midsection, then runs against the ropes and hits a scissors kick, taking Mafioso down!

King: The Judge's heading for the top rope!

JR: The Judge gets to the top and as Mafioso slowly gets to his feet, The Judge leaps off of the turnbuckle and hits the Gavel Smash! The Judge covers Mafioso as the crowd cheers!

Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is The Judge!

JR: 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 Wren Silverphoenix coming back as Klocker for the 247th time!

JR: Well, maybe...we'll be right back!

>>>

(The Bruisertron opens up to reveal Axe sitting on the hood of his 1969 Pontiac GTO smoking a cigarette wearing a full back New Jersey Devils cap, black Dickies jacket, a "Dogma" t-shirt and Levi straight leg jeans. He is banged up after the attacks of last week and has a bandage over his forehead and some bruises but is still sporting his new look, clean shaven and his eyes are full of focus and determination and seem to speak a story of their own.)

(Axe takes a few short drags before beginning to speak the crowd settling down after booing and doing the infamous chants.)

Axe: My destiny has brought me here to Pittsburgh at the Mellon Arena to clench my dream...my goal....MY title! Now last week my chance of being the All-American Champion didn't come as expected...unfortunately I was attacked not only by Reno and Dreadnaught after what I did the week before...helping Box out to retain his title but Lightning came after me not to mention the scrap I got in with....Witherspoon (Crowd give a small pop.)

(Axe shakes his head before taking a few last drags flicking the cigarette.)

Axe: However I show these injuries it will be nothing after what will happen tonight...I will probably be even harder to identify because I will experience pain....but it will be worth it. Although Lowedown laid a huge *Bleep* whooping on Miliken...I am not that chump. I am Axe. I am a man who has been through pain...and enjoys it...sick as it may sound but I am going to give everything I have and more.

Axe: This title means everything to me...it is time for a new face of Hardcore....as I say it is my haven....my playground of destruction! I have loved this match and Lowe...I will admit that this won't be easy and we'll go through hell but I am more than determined to be standing tall as the victor...it doesn't matter that Box is the ref. I don't expect him to return a favour...I am just in that ring with you to dish out punishment...and earn my title shot.

Axe: Let me give an early warning...anyone watching may want to remove kids and if there arena don't complain to the company after what I do...they should have age-checked this event...I am going all out....but you'll see what I mean. And Box...IF I win despite what I went through with Lowe...our match will be one in the record books. Everyone will remember when Axe defeated you to become the NEW Hardcore Champion...I am hardcore simply put.

Axe: I live it....I breathe it....I see it....and I will be participating in it! Lowe...you can bring your tactics I am sure to be ready and can't wait to meet face to face...but don't take me lightly I know what you have accomplished and can do so save me the speech. Just come down to the ring and bring everything you have. And make sure you keep me down...because I am like an annoying insect that keeps coming back no matter how many times you swat it away! I will continue to feel punishment...but remember I plan to swing back! I'll see you soon and Box...say your goodbyes to your commercial endorsements....and more importantly your title...because you might have the tag titles at the end of the night but your not walking out with both!

(Axe gets off the hood and slowly walks out of the scene as it cuts to the announce booth where JR and King are sitting.)

JR: Axe definitely seems completely focused on his match with Lowedown and this Hardcore title is something he's determined to get!

King: He's definitely insane if he thinks he's going to beat Lowe AND Box! But at least it will be enjoyable to watch!

JR: I wouldn't say that King...Axe seems intent to make this match and possibly if he does beat Lowe his match with Box very graphic and gruesome! Put the kids to bed or turn off the TV because this sounds dangerous already!

>>>

JR: This next match…
 
(Suddenly a voice cuts JR off.)
 
Voice: Hold this show up right now!
 
(Dreadnaught emerges on stage with a Church of Legends T-shirt and black baggy jeans. He has his sunglasses on and his fists are taped up. The camera zooms in as he puts the mic to his mouth.)
 
Dreadnaught: I know JR you were just about to run down some more of the fantastic evening lined up for out fans here tonight! This is certainly an awesome event, but the Thug needs to drop some knowledge out here on Pittsburg!
 
(Dreadnaught pulls out a Philly’s cap and puts it on his head. The fans explode as he does.)
 
Dreadnaught: That’s what I’m talking about! When you cats on the streets know what this is all about, you got it good! See tonight is all about redemption. For a very long TWO MONTHS I have chased the Intercontinental Title. And I say chased, because that current coward of a champion has done nothing about my challenge. He first defended the title against me, and got his (BLEEP) handed to him. Even when Pain decided to step up, he couldn’t handle the Thug! I took them both, but because Harry ducked me, he got to keep his belt! And from then on, he just kept running! I demanded match after match, and Mr. Hardcore got his hide on! He ran like Shaq from LA! And now, I am the biggest star in the City of Angels! This country hillbilly even through Tamer in my way. And when Tamer and I fought to see who the better man was, Harry stuck his nose in there as well! See, this is where redemption comes in to play.
 
JR: Dreadnaught has these fans on their feet!
 
Dreadnaught: This is what it is all about tonight! See, when Harry thought that he could save his title by screwing over Tamer and me, that is when redemption started! He thought he would be safe tonight, but it turned into his public execution! He has put himself into a match where he has no control over the stipulations! First, he has to contend with being in between me and Tamer and 20 feet of steel chain! And, if he is luck enough to survive that, he will be in a match that will damage his career and send him to destruction. Like the Walls of Jericho fell, tonight, I hear the trumpets blaring, and the temple of Hardcore Harry will fall! And when the rubble is sorted through, Dreadnaught’s hand will poke through with the Intercontinental Title!
 
King: That sounds like a promise!
 
JR: He is certainly ready for battle!
 
Dreadnaught: These fans are in for a treat! Because nothing will stop the rise of the Church of Legends! Tonight, Reno will be US Champion, Lowedown will once again reign as the King of Hardcore, and I will take the Intercontinental Belt. I know the lord says not to worship idols, but this trio of pain will be ready to accept all those sinners bowing down in front of us! Destiny is here, and today will become historical. Tamer, I know you have worked hard to get to this point in your life, but the Dread-daddy will not be stopped. I have been clamoring for gold, and now that the loser Harry is in my crosshairs, the Dread-bomb will be dropped on his head. If you are too close Tamer, sorry about your luck. But, when I walk out the champion, I will give you a shot Tamer. That is just the kind of Thug I am! I am bringing the message of the Church to the streets. And the streets are watching! They know the Thug is the real deal, and tonight, right here in P-town, I came to bring the pain!
 
(Dreadnaught stands on the edge of the stage with his hands in the air. He tosses the mic down and points all across the arena. He then pulls the UL necklace and it shines brightly in the lights of the arena. Dreadnaught pulls it off and tosses it to the fans that are close.)
 
King: I can sell that on E-bay!
 
(Dreadnaught then points up to the ceiling before walking through the entrance way.)

>>>

(The scene opens where Michael Bole is standing behind the BMWF Dangle's Duels of Destruction PPV back-drop with Axe, once given the signal the interview begins.)

Bole: Axe tonight you face Lowedown in the continuation of the Box Tournament with Box as special guest referee. My first question is about Box...can you trust him as the ref?

(Axe looks at Bole and shakes his head.)

Axe: Never getting brighter are you Bole? I can't trust anybody in this company let alone in my own personal life. Although I did Box a favour to keep his Hardcore title against Reno...I am not expecting him to simply make a fast count or screw over Lowe...I have to be on my feet ready for these things. Box has stated he will keep it fair and down the middle but you never know...maybe doing that favour was just to sucker me into thinking an easy victory...but it hasn't, Box is selfish...and looks out for himself.

Bole: But what about his "Brother from another mother" tag team partner Sledge and White Lightning of TCW?

Axe: First off don't ever say brother from another mother again and as far as his stable...they look out for themselves mostly...they don't interfere...and it better not happen tonight.

Bole: You think you can beat Lowedown?

(Axe turns and becomes very angry and gets right in the face of Bole who begins to grow scared.)

Axe: Are you saying I can't? Are you saying I don't have a chance like everyone else is saying? Your just like my old man's father...he never thought I could do anything...but I have already accomplished so much! I CAN beat Lowedown and I will get hurt...I will get cut...I will get bruised...I may possibly break a few bones and I will bleed but I will still walk out the champion regardless!

(Axe gets nose to nose with Bole his eyes full of hate.)

Axe: I may have said the same about my TV title shot and U.S. title shot but the Hardcore title is what I strive for...not only is it gold but the proof that YOU are hardcore...the people who have worn it have proved in some way they were...but I am the new face....it's my time! And to answer your pathetic question....YES I can beat Lowedown!

(Axe backs off as Bole gives a sigh of relief before continuing.)

Bole: Umm..okay...well what do you have in store you advised earlier to keep children away and t-

Axe: Does a magician reveal his secrets? No...you have to wait like everyone else...but don't worry you'll see...you thought staples going into the flesh of Tobey's forehead was bad...or throwing someone off the stage? (Axe begins to laugh.) That is NOTHING compared to what I am going to do! Just wait...both my matches will be entertaining...well entertaining for me!

Bole: Are you worried about interference from Reno or Dread?

Axe: No...Lowe is capable of fighting his own battles if he wants to ignight fuel with fire by attacking me before the match it's a bad idea because it will only make me hate him more.

JR: Oh my god.

Bole: You HATE Lowedown?

Axe: He's my opponent...he's a great wrestler but yes I hate him, I have a chance to be the next Hardcore Champion and it's not his time...anyone I see in the ring I hate...it's my mentality it's what keeps me strong!

Bole: Well Axe I got what I needed t-

Axe: Good.

(Axe then walks off leaving Bole speechless as the scene fades out.)

>>>

(A door swings open in the Church locker room. Reno Fontayne is shown sitting
alone at a long bench lacing his black wrestling boots. He glances toward the
open door as a smile forms on his face as an outline of a large figure steps into
the shot. His face is blocked only the outline of a massive shoulder is shown.)
Reno: I guess my prayers have been awnsered. My guardian angel has arrived.
(Reno stands and shakes hands then slowly shakes hands with the silouhetted
figure. A white sportcoat sleeve is shown exiting from the shadow gripping
Reno's hand.)
Reno: I spoke with him last night, he is still very angry about how you betrayed
him. He is willing to co exist for the good of the family.
(The figure speaks something that is unable to be picked up by the BMWF
microphones.)
Reno: You got it, nobody is getting in our way again. Nobody!
(fade)

>>>

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

JR: Who is he, King?

KING: He's really Mike Donohue who'll stay long enough to give Scotty Scott his Phil Donohue show DVD collection, then leave!

JR: Well, maybe...let's get to the next match!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is a U.S. Title Tournament match and is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from San Quentin Correctional Facility...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Ash

LILLY: His opponent...
From New Orleans, LA...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Pretty Boy" Reno Fontayne

(Highway to Hell begins to roar into the arena as white pryo ingintes over the
bruisertron stage. Reno Fontayne steps thru the curtain wearing his black leather
wrestling tights and chomping on his smoldering cigar.)
JR: Reno has been to hell and back in the last couple of weeks!
King: He just cant get past Box! Then Eco system screws him and Dread out of
the tag team titles! I thought I was having a bad week.
(Reno slides under the bottom rope and crouches in the corner placing the lit
cigar on the ring apron.)
King: He could start a fire that way!
JR: I don't think he cares about that or anything else anymore!

*DING DING*

(Reno and Ash tie up in the center of the ring. A quick headlock pulls Ash down
to the ring . Reno reverses into a reverse chin lock.)
JR: Reno seems to be very focused here tonite!
King; In his eyes he needs a title!
(Reno rolls over bridging himself turning Ash over into a pinning perdiciiment.)
JR: Quck cover!
(1,2, Kickout)
JR: Close call Reno is all buisness tonite!

JR: Back and forth these two journeymen wresters have traded blows in the
center of the ring! High knee by Reno! Ash is down!
Reno off the ropes! Big elbow to the chest of Ash!
(Reno springs to the turnbuckle climbing to the top rope.)
JR: Reno's going upstairs King!
King: This is stupid! Just pin him when he's down!
(Reno leaps from the turnbuckle.)
JR: Hard knee to the chest of Ash!
King: Cover him you moron!
(Reno covers Ash but fails to cradle the inside leg.)
JR: Sloppy cover...He only got a two count!
(Reno places Ash's leg across the bottom rope and drives his knee hard into the
side of Ash's thigh and knee.)
JR: Classic Reno,. He's setting Ash up for the figure four!
(Reno pulls Ash to his feet and hoist him into the air. Reno drives Ash's shin
across the top of his knee.)
JR: He's dismantling Ash's leg!
King: He needs to just pin him! IF he wins he's going to have to wrestle again!
(Reno pulls Ash hard by the leg into the center of the ring. Reno signals for the
figure four.)
JR: HE's got him locked in in the center of the ring!
King: Don't Tap Ash!
(Ash is trying to fight off the pain of the figure four. Suddenly three circus clowns
run down the ramp toward the ring.)
JR: What the Hell is this!
King: Is the circus in town!
(The first clown attempts to climb into the ring and is cut off by the referee. In the
distraction Reno reaches into his tights and appears to be cupping something in
his hands.)
JR: What is going on! Reno's got something!
(Reno sits up and throws a stiff right hand into the chin of Ash. Ash's head snaps
back and his eyes instantly roll backwards into his head.)
JR: He just knocked Ash out!
(The Circus clows quickly exit the ringside area and run back up the ramp toward
the bruisertron entrance. The referee turns around to see Ash with his shoulders
prone on the mat. He begins to count. 1,2,3.)

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Reno Fontayne!

JR: Reno has just cheated his way into the second round!
King: What do you expect!
JR: I didn't expect circus clowns!
King: Yeah, you got me there! I didn't expect clowns either!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The Eco-System is working out backstage as Aquatic walks in the room.)

Aquatic: Guys….I just got a call.

Inferno: (dropping off a pull-up bar.) From who? A bill collector?

Mineral: (in between push-ups) A telemarketer?

Aquatic: A former friend who you haven't seen in a while.

Inferno: (after a brief pause.) Well? Who is it?

Mineral: Yeah, don't leave us in suspense.

Aquatic: (turning to the cameraman) Turn that camera off.

Cameraman: Sorry miss, no can do. BMWF orders say I keep this on at all times.

Aquatic: Fine. (Aquatic whispers somehing in Inferno and Mineral's ears, and their eyes get big.)

Mineral: Well? What'd he say?

Inferno: Yeah! Come on!

Aquatic: He said…he didn't have much time, mind you….he said…he wished we would reconsider our choices in acquaintances and lack thereof.

Inferno: What does that mean-oh no. Oh Hell Norway no.

Mineral: He wouldn't approve of this! He can't! Not of this formation!

Aquatic: He thinks you two judged them too harshly. When you went to Norway, there was no way to track you, especially on a wrestler's timeline.

Mineral: (pausing for a second.) He has a point.

Inferno: WHAT? What do you mean he has a point? He has no point! He's lost his mind! He's a loon!

Mineral: He's still your mentor.

Inferno: (cringes, as if he's been dealt a body blow.) Fine. I'll go along with this. For now.

Aquatic: Thanks, Jarrett.

(Aquatic hugs Inferno.)

Inferno: Geez….you were more against them than me!

Aquatic: Well, he has a way of persuading people.

Inferno: That he does.

Mineral: They deserve it. We're loners, but we're not evil for the sake of evil.

Inferno: Maybe evil insulates better than acceptance. (pause) We'll see, won't we?

FADE

JR/King: WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?

KING: Who cares? I know who Hush is!

JR: Who is he, King?

KING: He's really Randy Valentino coming back for about 15 seconds then running away again!

JR: Well, maybe...let's get to the next match!

>>>
 

LILLY: This contest is a U.S. Title Tournament match and is a non-title match scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

The BMWF All-American Champion...
White Lightning

(Suddenly, the Entire Arena goes pitch black as "Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blast over the PA and Lightning Bolt symbols flash throughout the crowd. White Lightning steps out onto the ramp with a spotlight on him. White Lightning has a shiny blue robe on. The words on the back read, "The Legend White Lightning".)

JR: White Lightning drew the toughest opponent in this whole US Title Tournament here in the first round in facing Master Z

(White Lightning enters the ring and removes his robe and tosses it to the outside of the ring. White Lightning turns towards the entrance ramp, awaiting the arrival of Master Z.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

("Victory" blasted thoughout the arena as Master Z strutted out from behind the curtain. Z harassed several fans at ringside on his way to the ring. Master Z entered by climbing the ring steps. He pulled off his shirt and flexed for the booing audience. Master Z looks very sly as he walks around. He looks over his shoulder many times. His face turns to disgust.)

JR: Master Z looks angry here today, folks!

KING: Yeah, I hope White Lightning brought some sort of backup. He's going to need it!

(Master Z grabbed a microphone from the ring attendant and spoke.)

Master Z: White Lightning, what exactly do you hope to prove by climbing in this ring with me today? Do you seriously think there is any way that someone like you could upset someone like me? Do you think you're going ot walk out of here after earning your spot in the second round? Good luck my friend if you are that foolish!

KING: He's screwed!
JR: Stop it King!

Master Z: White Lightning, if I were you I'd pack up all of my belongings, stuff them into your duffel bag, and start walkin. You're not escaping with a victory tonight!

*DING DING*

JR: Master Z has walked up to White Lightning. He's badmouthing him and getting in his face!

KING: Punch him Z!

(Master Z headbutts White Lightning in the nose and follows up with a punt kick to the groin. White Lightning topples over onto the mat.)

JR: You'd think these guys would learn after the several years Master Z has been getting his cheap shots in!

(Master Z takes a running start and drops a huge elbow into the spine of White Lightning.)

JR: Master Z looks like he's going to body slam White Lightning, but no!

Master Z runs with his opponent held high and slams him groin area straight into the ring post!

KING: OUCH!

(For a second White Lightning balances on the top turnbuckle but then a kick to the chest from Master Z sends him falling flat onto his face.)

JR: Master Z is stepping on the throat of White Lightning! The referee is unable to pull him off!

KING: Let him go ref! Nobody cares if he chokes out Whight Lightning!

JR: Master Z rebounds off the ropes and catches White Lightning with a punch to the midsection.

Master Z rebounds again and lifts a knee into White Lightning's face!

White Lightning is bleeding from the nose!

(Master Z gorilla presses White Lightning high in the air and slams him down onto the mat. The ring shakes from the impact.)

KING: Yahh! I think Z broke the ring!

JR: Master Z is choking White Lightning out! Get in there ref!


JR: Master Z seems to be controlling the match at this point

Master Z delivers a stiff right hand to the side of White Lightning's skull
White Lightning hits the canvas
Master Z begins laying into White Lightning with kicks to the ribs
Master Z lets off for a moment as White Lightning holds his ribs in pain

JR: Master Z seems to be relentless in this beating tonight

Master Z lifts White Lightning to his feet
Master Z lifts White Lightning above his head

*THUD*

Master Z drops White Lightning face-first with a press slam

JR: Master Z is really having his way at this point!

Master Z again lays into White Lightning with vicious kicks to the ribs
Master Z drops a leg on the neck of White Lightning
Master Z goes to the opposite corner of the ring awaiting White Lightning to stand up

King: Lightning, Don't get up!

JR: What does Master Z have in store here!

White Lightning slowly reaches his feet
Master Z charges at him, attempting a clothesline
White Lightning ducks
Master Z quickly turns around to be met by a hard left hand
Followed by a hard right hand that sends Master Z into the turnbuckle

JR: White Lightning with a sudden surge of energy here!

White Lightning lays into Master Z in the corner with lefts and rights to the body
White Lightning lifts Master Z up onto the top turnbuckle
White Lightning locks his hands around the waist of Master Z
White Lightning tosses Master Z off the top turnbuckle with a belly-to-belly suplex

JR: What a high impact maneuver that was! It had to take a lot out of White Lightning as well!

White Lightning rolls over onto Master Z to make the cover

Ref Counts: 1…2…shoulder up!

JR: Wow! White Lightning almost had him there!

White Lightning gets to his feet
Master Z gets to his feet
White Lightning nails Master Z with a left hand
Master Z fires back a right hand
White Lightning fires back another left hand that sends Master Z reeling
Master Z comes back with a right hand that sends White Lightning to the canvas

JR: King, this is really turning into a slugfest!

Master Z again lays into the ribs with vicious kicks

JR: Master Z is back at those ribs!

Master Z lets off for a moment before reeling back his leg for a swift kick to the ribs
White Lightning immediately grasps his ribs in pain
A smile can be seen from the face of Master Z as he delivers another kick
Master Z lifts White Lightning to his feet
Master Z attempts a body slam, but White Lightning slides off the back of Master Z
Master Z turns around and White Lightning floors him with a clothesline

JR: White Lightning is gaining some momentum!

White Lightning quickly lifts Master Z to his feet
White Lightning connects with a snap suplex
White Lightning lifts Master Z back to his feet
White Lightning connects with another snap suplex
White Lightning immediately climbs to the top turnbuckle
White Lightning jumps off connecting with a leg drop

JR: White Lightning is making the cover

Ref Counts: 1…2…kickout!

Master Z bounces to his feet
White Lightning does so as well
Master Z charges at White Lightning
White Lightning ducks the clothesline
Master Z turns around to be met a kick to the gut
White Lightning plants Master Z with the Flash
White Lightning makes the cover

Ref Counts: 1…2…kickout

JR: The Flash doesn't keep Master Z down

White Lightning lifts Master Z up

White Lighting tries to execute the Flash, but Master Z blocks it.

JR: Master Z has White Lightning in a sleeper hold!

Why? White Lightning looks unconscious already!

The referee goes to raise White Lightning's arm, but Master Z pushes the referee away and releases the hold!

What is this lunatic doing!?!

(Master Z drags as to the turnbuckle by his hair and sets him up on the top rope.)

JR: Atomic Driver by Master Z! This one is over!

Master Z doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Master Z goes for the pin.
Master Z pulls the tights.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is wildly cheering Master Z with only a few scattered boos audible.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Master Z!

JR: 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 Ignition coming back for the 124th time!

JR: Well, maybe...

>>>

(Michael Bole stands backstage with Tyrone Smith)

Bole: Tyrone, all I have is one question.

Tyrone: Shoot, Bole my boy.

Bole: Do you know who Hush is?

Tyrone: (Laughs) Nah, I don't... an' honestly, I don't give a fly rass who
he is... Now if dat's yer one question, I bid ya farewell, Bole. I gotta get
taped up for my match.

(Tyrone begins to walk away, but stops. He looks at Bole and smiles)

Tyrone: Actually, Mikey, I DO know who Hush is... (smiles)

Bole: (Shocked) YOU DO?!

Tyrone: Yep... a dead Mudda (beep)a!

(Tyrone laughs as he walks down the hallway)

Bole: Back to you JR.

>>>
 
JR: There are some disturbances backstage!
 
(The camera changes to show the outside of the Eco-system locker room. There are loud noises heard inside.)
 
**CRASH**
 
JR: It sounds like a war is going on in there!
 
King: Maybe Inferno and Mineral are fighting over their last brain cell!
 
(The camera zooms in on the door, and it buckles as something is tossed up against it from behind.)
 
JR: That door almost came off it’s hinges.
 
King: WHAT IS GOING ON?
 
(Suddenly the noises stop and the handle on the door moves. The camera pulls back as Dreadnaught and Reno step out of the room.)
 
JR: The Church of Legends was assaulting Eco-system!
 
(Dreadnaught opens the door wide and Mineral and Inferno are bloody, laying in a heap in the center of the room. Pieces of furniture and glass are strewn throughout the room. The camera zooms in on the wreckage in the room, then moves up to Reno and Dreadnaught.)
 
Dreadnaught: Yo, Reno, does that conclude our service tonight!
 
Reno: Amen, Deacon Dread! Retributuion has begun. But this is a beginning, the trail of torment and pain will continue until all their sins are flushed!
 
Dreadnaught: Now that is a sermon I dig!
 
(Dreadnaught slams the door behind him as the members of the Church of Legends walk down the hall.)

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage where Michael Bole is shown standing with The Judge.)

Bole: Judge, care to comment on your win against Mafioso and entrance into the second round of the U.S. title tournament?

Judge: Like I said earlier, Mafioso was just the bottom rung on the ladder. In the second round, I'm either facing White Lightning or Master Z, so I definitely need to step my game up a notch. I'm determined here tonight and I know that I will be able to walk out of Pittsburgh the NEW United States Champion.

Bole: Thank you Judge, good luck in the second round.

(The Judge walks off as the camera fades.)

>>>

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

JR: Who is he, King?

KING: He's really The One coming back for the 324th time!

JR: Well, maybe...let's get to the next match!

>>>
 

LILLY: This contest is a U.S. Title Tournament match and is scheduled for one fall.

From Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

(The lights go dark, Matrix characters scroll down the Bruisertron. After a
second, letters stop to form KOLIC. Pyros flare, and P.O.D.'s "Sleeping
Awake" blares on the PA)

PA: Reveal to me, the mysteries
Can you tell me what it means?
Explain these motions and metaphors
Unlock these secrets in me

(Kolic walks out from the back and walks to the ring.)

PA: Define the riddles of my mind
Nothing is really as it seems

(Kolic hops onto the apron and handspring flips over the top rope. He
bounces off the ropes as he waits for his opponent.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
The Judge

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Kolic nails The Judge with irish whip.
Kolic hits The Judge with irish whip.
Kolic hits a Russian legsweep on The Judge.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
The Judge nails Kolic with a big boot to the face.
The Judge hits a big boot to the face on Kolic.
The Judge smacks Kolic with a devastating clothesline .
The Judge goes for a scissor kick, but Kolic ducks out of the way.

JR: Judge whips Kolic into the ropes! Judge follows in, but Kolic moves
out of the way! Kolic stands on the second rope and starts punching Judge's
head!

Crowd: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!

JR: Kolic jumps up and hits a hurricanrana on Judge! Kolic climbs the
turnbuckle and hits a frogsplash! He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Kolic almost had it there! He picks up The Judge's leg and kicks it with
his right foot! The Judge is clutching his knee in pain, and Kolic takes the
opportunity to hit a dropkick on The Judge's back! He picks up The Judge and lays
into him with karate kicks, with a final spin kick to the head! Kolic goes
for the pin!

JR: The Judge whips Kolic into the ropes, Kolic ducks a clothesline, then hits
a dropkick on the rebound! The Judge falls on the second rope! Kolic signals
for the 619...and hits it! Kolic handstands on the top rope and hits the
Slide Rule when The Judge stands! Kolic is still favoring his right arm, but he
manages to get to his feet! He looks around at the crowd and signals for the
Binary Blast!

King: Yeah!

JR: Kolic grabs The Judge, whips him into the ropes...

The Judge hits Kolic with the Gavel.

Earl Hepner calls for the DQ.
Kolic seemingly enjoys the boos.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Kolic!

JR: 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 Tai Hashi coming back for the 879th time!

JR: Well, maybe...

>>>
 

(The scene opens outside in the parkinglot where Michael Bole is standing in front of a camera)

Bole: I hae received word that Witherspoon will be arriving shortly.

(Sudenly a squeling of tires is heard. Suddenly a sleek black sports car roars down the parking lot and pulls into a space not far from Bole. The engine purrs before it is shut off, and the hood holds the rearing horse emblem of Ferrari. The drivers side door lifts up and Witherspoon steps out, wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt which reads "Spoon" In angular silver letters on the front, and "You will be Binned" In a similar font on the back. He lights the unlit cigarette in his mouth, closes the door and locks it, then walks over to Bole.)

Witherspoon: Hey Mikey!

Bole: Sweet ride Spoon!

Witherspoon: Thanks. It's a Ferrari 660bhp V-12 Enzo. Only 399 were made.

(Witherspoon's hand gently runs over the car)

Bole: How did you get your hands on a car like that?

Witherspoon: My Uncle. Donat ask me how he got it, cause I didn't ask. Such things are better left unknown. So What's up Bole?

Bole: Well, I just wanted to get an interveiw from you, since it's been awhile since you gae one.

Witherspoon: Alright, what's up?

Bole: Well first of all, how do you feel about your "I Quit" match against Shane "Sy" Perish tonight?

Witherspoon: I feel excellent. Shane has mad skill, you hae to in order to hold out against Master Z, but I know Im going to win tonight. Im so psyched up about this match tonight. THis is going to be one of the great ones.

Bole: Alright. Now what about the whole Axe situation?

Witherspoon: Listen, Eco-System is all kinds of messed up, and I didnt want any involement with them. If Axe is going to side with them, well that just means I'm going to take him down. Plain and simple.

Bole: Any other words?

Witherspoon: Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. Dread. What the hell man? I didn't start anything with you, and you just run up and attack me man. Next monday, I want it to be me and you, non-title, because I am going to win tonight. I mean, if it was an honest mistake, and you thought I was really going to side with those @$$holes, then alright, I can understand that. However, I still want a match against you either way. So what do ya say?

Bole: Any other words?

Witherspoon: WoTF or WToF or WTF or whateer the hell you guys want to call yourself. Eco, Axe, I'm hunting you down, and you will be Binned. There's no doubts there.

(Witherspoon flicks his cigarette away and nods at Bole)

Witherspoon: Nice talkin to ya!

(fade)

>>>>

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

JR: Who is he, King?

KING: He's really Vernon Vanderblit coming back for the 245th time and some forum jabroni hasn't blown his cover this time!

JR: Well, maybe...let's get to the next match!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is a U.S. Title Tournament match and is scheduled for one fall.

LILLY: His opponent...
From New Orleans, LA...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Pretty Boy" Reno Fontayne

(Highway to Hell begins to play thru the arena. Reno steps thru the curtain
wearing a new pair of wrestling tights with a large white cross running down the
right leg and the words RENO down the left leg. He is visibly exhausted, the
white towel hangs around his neck. The trademark cigar is still hanging from his
mouth.)
JR: Reno vs. Master Z! This is a main event anywhere anyplace anytime King!
King: Z’s gonna kill him!
JR: Once again my colleague shows his optimism.

LILLY: His opponent...
From Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

("Victory" blasted thoughout the arena as Master Z strutted out from behind the curtain. Z harassed several fans at ringside on his way to the ring. Master Z entered by climbing the ring steps. He pulled off his shirt and flexed for the booing audience. Master Z looks very sly as he walks around. He looks over his shoulder many times. His face turns to disgust.)


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Master Z takes Reno Fontayne down with a low blow.
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Reno Fontayne goes for a chokehold, but Master Z counters it with a facerake.
Master Z hits Reno Fontayne with Low blow kick.
Master Z goes for a legdrop, but Reno Fontayne rolls out of the way.

JR: Z is overpowering Reno with those hard right hands.
King: Knock his block off Z!
JR: Thumb to the eye from Reno!
King: Hey Z can’t see!
(Reno dives hitting a shoulder tackle to the back of Z’s knee sending him down
to the mat clutching the injured knee.)
JR: Smart wrestling by Reno. Take away Z’s legs and you take away Z’s power!
(Reno gets a crazed look on his face and begins stomping up and down on the
knee of Master Z. The referee begins yelling for Reno to break the hold. Reno
does break the hold only long enough to slide under the bottom rope and drap
Z’s legs over the ring apron. )
JR: What is he up to King!
King: I think he’s going to make a wish.
(Reno rams the knee of Master Z hard into the ringpost. Z screams out in pain as
Reno rams the knee into the ring post over and over again. The referee
physically has to seperate Reno from Z’s leg.)
JR: I think the damage may be allready done King!
King: Yeah Z’s gonna really kill him now!
JR: I don’t like Reno alot but give him a shot!
King: Okay, Z’s gonna try and kill him now!
(Z is laying in the center of the ring cradeling his knee as Reno continues to
stomp the fallen wrestlers leg. With each stomp Z tries to roll away as he does
Reno drops another hard boot on the knee trying to cripple the BMWF legend.)

JR: Reno Fontayne goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Master Z counters it with a low blow.
Master Z hits Reno Fontayne with throat punch.
Master Z goes for finger stomp, but Reno Fontayne blocks it.
Reno Fontayne uses a ropeburn on Master Z.
Master Z begs off.
Reno Fontayne goes for a chokehold, but Master Z counters it with a kick to the midsection
.
Master Z takes Reno Fontayne down with a punch.
Master Z executes a hair pull on Reno Fontayne.
Master Z nails Reno Fontayne with a bulldog.

(Master Z rolls an exhausted looking Reno out of the ring to the hard concrete
floor.)
King: I told you Z was going to kill him!
(Master Z gingerly steps out of the ring trying not to put any weight on the leg
injured by Reno earlier in the match.)
JR: This very well may be the end of Reno! What is Z doing!
(Master Z begins pulling the television monitors out of the Spanish announce
table. )
King: Hola Amigos! Vamanos es muy rapido!!
JR: You speak spanish!
King: No but I stayed at a Motel 6 last night!
(Master Z picks Reno up and attempts to bounce the face of Reno off of the
table. Reno blocks it only to hit a hard elbow to the gut of Master Z. Both
wrestlers are wobbily as Master Z attempts to swing a devestating right hand at
Reno. Reno ducks only to lock his arms around the waist of Master Z wrenching
both men at the last second into a.)
JR: Belly to Belly Suplex!
CRASH!!!
JR: Thru the annoucne table! My God! One of these men if not both may be
seriously hurt!
King: I think they landed on pepe the wonder dog!!
(Reno and Z lay prone on the concrete atop the shattered remains of the
Spanish announce table. Reno is the first man to pull himself to his feet. Reno
quickly grabs the cord of a television camera and wraps it around the foot of
Master Z.)
JR: Reno has gone off the edge again! Look at him!
(Reno pulls the cable lifting the leg of Master Z into the air. Reno begins climbing
the ringside barrier pulling the rope fully extending the knee of Master Z. The
referee attempts to plead with Reno to get back into the ring. Reno leaps off of
the barrier smashing the knee of Master Z hard into the protective barrier further
damaging the leg of Z.)

JR: Master Z goes for a vertical suplex, but Reno Fontayne reverses it.
Reno Fontayne whips Master Z into the ropes.
Master Z uses throat punch on Reno Fontayne.
Master Z executes a hair pull on Reno Fontayne.
Master Z takes Reno Fontayne down with a sidewalk slam.
Master Z flexes for the crowd.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.

(Master Z on one good leg begins driving his elbow hard into the throat of Reno
who is pinned into the corner.)
JR: These two men have given the BMWF fans a hell of a show King!
(Master Z whips Reno hard into the opposite corner with such force the very ring
itself shakes as Reno slumps to the mat bouncing his head off all three
turnbuckles on the way down.)
King; Hey maybe that will knock some sense into him.
(Master Z stalks toward Reno who appears to be talking to himself.)
JR: He’s out! He’s having a conversation with someone who isn’t there!
King: I told you this guy was nuts now he’s talking to his visions!
(Master Z grabs Reno by the back of the head and starts to pick him up.)
JR: Z has Reno up. This is going to be a big suplex by Master Z.
(Reno begins kicking his legs wildly. Master Z is struggling to control the weight
of Reno as he begins to step back and forth with Reno still inverted in the air.)
JR: This isn’t going to be pretty!
(Reno wildly shifts his weight sending Z backwards. The two wrestlers are near
the ring ropes and as Z falls backwards he inadvertantly sends himself and Reno
sailing over the top rope where both men land hard on the remains of the
spanish announce teams table again!)
CROWD: HOLY BLEEP!
CROWD: HOLY BLEEP!
JR: Oh My God! These men are broken in Half!
King: Were gonna need some help out here!

JR: They both bet back into the ring at the 8 count.

JR: They have nothing left! The Fans are on there feet here in Pittsburg!
(Master Z slams Reno hard to the mat with another ring shaking body slam.)
JR: Z is signalling for the end!
(Master Z crouches behind Reno as the former IC champion slowly starts to get
to his feet.)
JR: This is just going to be elementary now! Reno has nothing left!
(Master Z charges toward Reno who see’s him at the last second and pulls the
referee between him and Z.)
JR: Master Z just knocked out the referee!!
(Reno the referee and Master Z all lay in a clump in the center of the ring.)
(A giant of a man in a white suit and mirrored aviator sunglasses rolls into the
ring dropping a massive elbow to the back of Master Z.)
JR: Who is that! It’s Logan!! Logan Alexander is back in the BMWF!!!
(The gigantic Logan Alexander picks up Master Z)
JR: HOUSE OF PAIN!!!
(Logan drops Master Z to the mat with a face first powerbomb. Logan then pulls
Reno on top of Master Z. Logan then pulls something from his pocket and puts it
under the nose of the referee.)
King: They had this planned JR! That’s smelling salt!
(The groggy referee is pushed toward Reno making the cover. He regains clarity
enough to...

JR: Len Stanley calls for the disqualification!

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Master Z!

KING: The ref saw the interference!

JR: 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 Rachel Pitt coming back for the 7426th time!

JR: What? You are crazy!

>>>
 

(The BruiserTron lights up, revealing a computerized
representation of the solar system. The shot starts
to zoom in, traveling past Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, and
all the other planets as it homes in on Earth. We
break through the atmosphere, clouds parting, as the
focus sets on the continent of North America. We pull
in closer, as a glowing outline surrounds North
America. Closer still, and the state of California is
highlighted. Closer and closer...southern California.
Faster and faster we zoom in until, in a rush of
colour and light, we find ourselves landing right in
front of the Prime Time Mansion! Cue the music!
"Prime Time" by Promoe begins to play, but it is a
peppier, bouncier, swinging version, baby! Cut to
face shots of all the members of Prime Time, with
appropriate captions to designate their names.
Everyone is giving goofy, sitcom smiles to the camera
as the music plays.
Starring...Tamer...Kolic....Tyrone Smith..
And Starring as themselves Kate and Mr. Beauregarde.
The credits wrap up; telling us this is "A Prime Time Production.")

(The BruiserTron lights up, revealing a computerized representation of the
solar system. The shot starts to zoom in, traveling past Pluto, Neptune,
Uranus, and all the other planets as it homes in on Earth. We break through
the atmosphere, clouds parting, as the focus sets on the continent of North
America. We pull in closer, as a glowing outline surrounds North America.
Closer still, and the state of California is highlighted. Closer and
closer...southern California. Faster and faster we zoom in until, in a rush
of colour and light, we find ourselves landing right in front of the Prime
Time Mansion! Cue the music! "Prime Time" by Promoe begins to play, but it
is a peppier, bouncier, swinging version, baby! Cut to face shots of all the
members of Prime Time, with appropriate captions to designate their names.
Everyone is giving goofy, sitcom smiles to the camera
as the music plays. Starring...Tamer...Kolic....Tyrone Smith.. And Starring
as themselves Kate and Mr. Beauregarde. The credits wrap up; telling us this
is "A Prime Time Production.")

(The scene opens in Tamer's room. He's sitting at a desk surrounded by
folders and papers. Tamer picks up one of the folders and flips through it
and then throws it into a trash can.)

Tamer: That didn't work.

(The camera pans over to the trash can where we see the folder with
"Headhunter" on the front. The camera pans back to Tamer. Tamer nods his
head.)
Tamer: Looks like its finally time.

(Tamer stands up and walks out of his room. Tamer walks across the hall and
knocks on Clancy's door. Clancy opens the door.)

Tamer: It's time.

Clancy: But..I gave you the profile to every BMWF superstar.


Tamer: It's time...

Clancy: You go ahead I'll gather myself and get everyone...

Tamer: no I'll get everyone just pull yourself together. Okay, man?

Clancy: Yes...I understand.

(Tamer heads down the hallway with the camera following him. Tamer knocks on
Kate's door. There is no answer.)

Tamer: Figures she's not even here.

(Tamer continues down the hallway to Kolic's room. Tamer pushes the door
open. Kolic is on the phone.)

Kolic: Where are you? Oh so...ten minutes? See you then.

(Kolic hangs up and looks at Tamer.)

Kolic: What's up Tamer?

Tamer: Kate?

Kolic: No I'm Kolic. But yeah that was her. She'll be here in like ten
minutes. LA traffic. So what is ti you need? Is it the wireless hook up
again?

Tamer: No.. Just go to the war room.

Kolic: Should Kate meet us there?

Tamer: Yeah, whatever.

Kolic: You alright?

Tamer: Yeah just head in there. I'll grab Ty and be right there.

Kolic: O...K..

(Tamer walks out towards Tyrone's room as Kolic heads downstairs. Tamer
knocks on Tyrone's door.)

Tyrone: Enter.

(Tamer shakes his head and laughs as he opens the door.)

Tyrone: What up?

Tamer: Meeting in the War room.

Tyrone: Bout da Pay-Per-View?

Tamer: And other things.

Tyrone: Now?

Tamer: Yes now.

Tyrone: Aight! Dang... all yellin' at me, I'm a grown @$$ ma...

Tamer: NOW!

(The scene fades out reopening in the War Room. The camera pans around
showing Prime Time sitting at the table.)

Tyrone: Hey, don't Mr. "Boom Bazooka Joe" have to go?

Clancy: Who?

Tamer: The cameraman, and not this time.

Kolic: Wait last time they got to say it was a big inspirational speech. Is
That what this is?


Tamer: No. This is the end of an era.

Kolic: WHAT!?!?

Tamer: You heard me. I think that its time that we went our separate ways.
Prime Time has run its course.
Clancy: Are you sure about this Tamer?

Tamer: Yeah. Its just time.

Tyrone: Yo lil' bro. Ya sure ya sure. Cause if I know one t'ing, Dat would
be, ya love dis stable. Ya push dis t'ing on.

Tamer: I tried to rebuild it once. I'm not ruining the legacy. And I'm not
letting some mother*bleep*'ers take us down cause we're not a cohesive unit.
We need to do our own things now I think.

Kolic: But I just. This is. What about the house?

Tamer: I'm gonna handle that. Clancy is going to go do what he wants to be
doing and that's finding Vern.

Kolic: So this is really it?

Clancy: I believe it's the right thing. I tried to convince Tamer otherwise.
But this thing has run its course. You three are still the best the BMWF has
to offer this doesn't change that.

Tamer: We had one hell of a run.

Kolic: Yeah...So I guess its packing time.

(Everyone laughs a little.)

Kolic: Do we turn in jackets at the front or...

Tamer: No..no..no.. You keep the jackets. Who knows. On day you may need
them again.

Tyrone: We still gonna rock da show right?

Tamer: Duel's of Destruction....

Kolic: The last ride of PT?

Tamer: If everyone's up for it yeah.

Tyrone: Dangle doesn't know its our show.

Tamer: Prime Time's last stand together.

(The scene fades to. The camera shows Kolic standing in front of the Prime
Time mansion, suitcases beside his 04 Accord. Kate pulls into the pace
beside him and exits her car with a look of confusion.)
Kate: What happened? Were we evicted?

Kolic: In a way...Tamer decided it was time to end Prime Time.

Kate: What? We were doing great, Tyrone was the world champion...

Kolic: That's about it. Tamer and I lost our titles, and Headhunter hasn't
been participating like he should. The group's falling apart anyway, and I
guess it's time to end it before it all comes crashing down.

Kate: I guess...I'll miss coming home to the mansion though.

Kolic: Me too. I did find a couple of houses in Atlanta, they're close to
each other, if you...you know...

Kate: I'd love to, I've never been to Atlanta but have heard only good
things about it.

Kolic: Then you've heard everything to hear. I also managed a great price,
my grandfather is in real estate and found a deal on buying two houses
together.

Kate: Excellent! Still...it won't be as good as the mansion was.

Kolic: No, it won't, but it will still be good. Maybe it won't have a pool,
or game room, or 5 car garage, or...I'll shut up now.

Kate: Good idea. I'll go pack my stuff and be out in a little while.

Kolic: Ok, I'll go play on the pool table one last time...

(Kolic and Kate enter the Prime Time mansion as the camera fades Letters
scroll across the screen "We hope you enjoyed the PT show for as long as it
was here.".

>>>

(The camera opens in front of Tamer's locker room door. Tyrone walks into
frame, knocks and then enters the room. The camera follows him inside where
Tamer is found warming up for his match.)

Tyrone: Hey, lil' bro'. Lemme holla at ya for a bit.

Tamer: Sure, what's up?
Tyrone: What's goin' on wit' da PT house?

Tamer: I said at the meeting that I'm taking care of...

Tyrone: Dawg, let's be real. What's goin' on?

Tamer: It's... it's just...

Tyrone: Yo, I've got almost all my stuff moved back into my lil' shack, an'
I still have some empty rooms in da place from when Conner an' da Rasta
Squad lived wit' me. If ya'd want...

Tamer: Move in with you?

Tyrone: Well, yeah. Yer still my lil' bro, even if "Pee-Tee" is "No-Mo".

Tamer: Oh, really?

Tyrone: (beep) yeah, man. Who else is gonna learn ya da dos an' don'ts of
settin' (beep) on fire, an' da difference between a clean hooker an' a
dirtty strippers, an' all dat (beep).

Tamer: You have a point.

Tyrone: An' I ain't gonna go all da (beep)in' way to Arizona every time I
wanna work on our Franchise game on Madden wit' ya...

Tamer: (Laughs) Well, if you got an Xbox or a PlaySta...

Tyrone: ZIP IT! I'm offerin' ya a place to live right on da (beep)in'
Florida beaches... An' ya wanna offend my GameCube?

Tamer: Can I think about it for a while? I mean, this is a big deal. The
Prime Time Mansion was like a frat house. But rooming with you is something
totally different.

Tyrone: I ain't askin' ya to marry meh...

Tamer: I'm (bleep)ing with you, dude. Of course I'll live with you.

Tyrone: (beep) you, dawg.

Tamer: (laughs) Jokester can't take a joke?

Tyrone: Nah, an' (beep) you!

Tamer: So, hey, can I get that one room on the second floor?

Tyrone: Da one near da driveway?
Tamer: Yeah.

Tyrone: Nah, didn't I tell ya? I put a pole an' some couches in dare for
when Tiff an' Julez get off work, dey can... well, ya know... go back to
work.

Tamer: Tiff an' Julez?

Tyrone: Remember dat one party back in March wit' dem two chicks from da
club?

Tamer: "That ONE party in March"... Yes, out of the fourty BILLION you took
me to this spring, I remember "THAT ONE party with THE TWO CHICKS FROM THE
CLUB"... Tyrone, do you know who you are?

Tyrone: Yer d@mn right, son. Step Heffin' Daddy. Aight, remember when dey...
ya know...

(Tyrone twirls his fingers in the air, then plays an air guitar, followed by
miming an elbow drop)

Tamer: Be more specific.

Tyrone: Da two chicks dat took ya to da back room an'...

(Tyrone starts to whisper something in Tamer's ear. Tamer's eyes grow wider
and wider over time)

Tamer: OH YEAH!!!!!! Tiffany and Julia... You could've just said the chicks
with the tattoos in weird places.

Tyrone: Ya haven't met Storm an' Jessica yet, have ya?

Tamer: No, why?

Tyrone: POINT IS! I'll give ya da room t'ree doors down da hall from me, an'
I'll t'row in dat second den next to da kitchen for all yer lil' weight
liftin' (beep).

Tamer: Sweet! Man, I really appreciate it.

Tyrone: Not a problem. We road dawgs fo' life, man. Ya done been known dat.

Tamer: Yeah man.

(The two shake hands, followed by a thug hug. After a few pats on the back.
Tyrone pushes Tamer away)

Tyrone: Aight princess, ya @$$ pumped for yer match?
Tamer: You know it!

Tyrone: Ya gonna let Hairbrained Harold beat yer @$$ again? (Laughs)

Tamer: Man, screw you.

Tyrone: (Still laughing) Nah, it's cool. We all can't be winners.

Tamer: Hey, didn't I tell you that after our match for Rachel and the Gold
Belt?

(Tyrone lifts his hand in front of Tamer's face. Of course, thanks to the
censors, Tyrone's hand gesture gets blurred out. Tamer is smiling at Tyrone
as the camera fades.)

>>>

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

JR: Who is he, King?

KING: He's really Imprisom who applied for the 2445544125577th time, then will quit before he even starts!

JR: Well, maybe...let's get to the next match!


>>>

LILLY: This contest is the finals of the U.S. Title Tournament match and is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

(The lights go dark, Matrix characters scroll down the Bruisertron. After a
second, letters stop to form KOLIC. Pyros flare, and P.O.D.'s "Sleeping
Awake" blares on the PA)

PA: Reveal to me, the mysteries
Can you tell me what it means?
Explain these motions and metaphors
Unlock these secrets in me

(Kolic walks out from the back and walks to the ring.)

PA: Define the riddles of my mind
Nothing is really as it seems

(Kolic hops onto the apron and handspring flips over the top rope. He
bounces off the ropes as he waits for his opponent.)



LILLY: His opponent...
From Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Master Z takes Kolic down with throat punch.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Master Z uses a DDT on Kolic.
Master Z doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.
Master Z nails Kolic with a dropkick.
Master Z takes Kolic down with a DDT.
The crowd is wildly cheering Master Z with only a few scattered boos audible.
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Master Z misses with a clothesline.
Master Z goes for throat punch, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic whips Master Z into the ropes.
Kolic hits Master Z with a clothesline.
Kolic smacks Master Z with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic whips Master Z into the ropes, but Master Z reverses it.
Master Z goes for a sleeperhold, but Kolic counters it with a jawbreaker.
Kolic throws Master Z into the turnbuckle.
Kolic charges in with a clothesline, but Master Z moves out of the way.
Master Z goes for Low blow kick, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic goes for spinning headscissors, but Master Z throws him off.
Master Z goes for throat punch, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic whips Master Z into the ropes.
Kolic misses with a clothesline.
Kolic executes a spin kick on Master Z.
Master Z begs off.

Kolic goes for a Russian legsweep, but Master Z counters it with an elbowsmash.

JR: Master Z picks up Kolic and throws a right punch, but Kolic blocks and
returns with a punch of his own! Master Z tries it again, and Kolic blocks and
punches again! Kolic is getting his second wind! Kolic kicks, Master Z grabs
Kolic's foot, and Kolic hits an enziguri! Kolic is slow to his feet, he must
be exhausted from the grueling tournament. He finally gets to his feet and
counters a clothesline from Master Z with a drop toehold! Master Z is on the
second rope, will we see another 619?

King: I hope not!

JR: Kolic hits the far ropes...whoa! Instead of the 619, he jumped halfway
over the rope on top of Z's head and back, driving Z's neck into
the ropes! Master Z clutches his neck, and Kolic grabs his head and drives it
into the turnbuckle's steel pole! The ref admonishes Kolic, but he doesn't
seem to care! He jumps on the ring apron, runs at Master Z, and stomps on
Z's head! Kolic climbs back in the ring, he's on a roll!

Master Z uses a bulldog on Kolic.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.
Master Z executes a Gorilla Press on Kolic.
Master Z executes a throat drop on top rope on Kolic.
Master Z runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Master Z with an elbow.
Kolic nails Master Z with a punch.
Master Z begs off.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Master Z misses with a clothesline.
Master Z misses with a clothesline.
Master Z misses with a clothesline.
Kolic hits Master Z with a kick.
Kolic covers Master Z.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.

Kolic almost takes Master Z's head off with a clothesline
Kolic hits Master Z with spinning headscissors.
Kolic covers Master Z.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Master Z begs off.
Kolic takes Master Z down with a punch.
Kolic almost takes Master Z's head off with a clothesline
Kolic nails Master Z with a frog splash.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Kolic whips Master Z into the ropes, but Master Z reverses it.
Master Z uses a punch on Kolic.
Master Z hits Low blow kick on Kolic.
The crowd is wildly cheering Master Z with only a few scattered boos audible.
Master Z takes Kolic down with a dropkick.
Master Z places Kolic on the turnbuckle.
Master Z executes the Atomic Driver on Kolic.
The boos are resurfacing again.

JR: Master Z hits the Atomic Driver. He's going to win the US title!

Ref: 1, 2, thr...foot on the ropes!

King: No! This should be over!

JR: Kolic just managed to get his foot on the ropes! Master Z is visibly
angry! He's yelling at the ref...wait! Kolic hit a kip up! Master Z turns
around right into a dropkick! Kolic, despite the pain, signals for the
Binary Blast! He grabs Master Z, Irish Whips him into the ropes...HE HITS IT!
KOLIC HIT THE BINARY BLAST! HE GOES FOR THE PIN!

Ref: 1, 2,

KICKOUT!

JR: Kolic just hit a 619! We all know what that means!

King: Beer guy still hasn't shown up?

JR: King! I mean he's going for the Slide Rule! He's handstanding on the top
rope...OH NO! Kolic's right arm slipped, he landed hard on his arm! He's
clutching in pain, I think he might have broken it! Get some EMTs out here!

King: The match isn't over, JR! They can't do anything yet!

JR: Master Z spots Kolic grabbing his arm, looks like he's going to take
advantage!

JR: Master Z places Kolic on the turnbuckle.
Master Z executes the Atomic Driver on Kolic.
The boos are resurfacing again.

KING: He's not going for the pin!

JR: Master Z places Kolic on the turnbuckle.
Master Z executes the Atomic Driver on Kolic.
The boos are resurfacing again.

KING: I think I heard something snap!

JR: Master Z places Kolic on the turnbuckle.
Master Z executes the Atomic Driver on Kolic.
The boos are resurfacing again.

KING: Wow! Even Master Z is using the Hat Trick gimmick! HA HA!

JR: Master Z goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
All of a sudden, the boos are turning into almost unanimous cheers.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner --and NEW U.S. Champion-- Master Z!

JR: The match is finally over, and Kolic's still in pain! Somebody go out to
help!

King: Knowing Kolic, I'd say he made so many enemies that nobody would help
him now!

JR: Finally, some EMTs enter the ring! Kate has also made her way to the
ring! They're checking on his arm, it doesn't like he's able to move it.
Kolic could be out for a long time! They're putting him on a stretcher, this
is sad to see.

KING: Looks like we're losing Kolic, Ezekiel and Rogue Morello after tonight! It must be time for some crapplications!!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens to show Axe standing behind a wall holding his Kendo stick and giving an evil grin as he talks quietly to the camera.)

Axe: Lowe I couldn't help myself consider this a warm-up for tonight!

(Axe suddenly turns around the corner and swings the kendo stick back connecting across the head of Lowedown. Axe continues swinging as the kendo stick makes a sickening crack with each strike. Axe lowers the kendo stick and drives it between Lowe's legs giving him a low blow. Axe follows up with a kendo stick shot to the head as Lowedown falls to his knees.)

(Axe takes advantage of his back and begins to unleash a series of shots.)

*CRACK!*

*CRACK!*

*CRACK!*

*CRACK!*

*CRACK!*

(Axe picks Lowedown up and drives him head first into the wall and grabs a nearby trash can lid smashing it repeatedly over Lowedown's skull causing him to bleed slightly.)

*CRACK!*

*CRACK!*

*CRRRACK!*

(The trash can is folded in half and Axe drops it and delivers a kick to the gut followed by The Loner's Landing. Axe gets in the face of Lowedown and speaks.)

Axe: I'll be seeing you in the ring! Let's see how tough you are then!

(Axe stomps on Lowedown's chest before walking out of sight.)

JR: Axe is playing with fire.

King: Axe hooked up with Flame?! Where's the film! WOO-HOO!

JR: NO KING! Axe just attacked Lowedown and that might not have been the brightest idea.

King: Well it's Axe! HA! HA!