LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore Title handicap match

Introducing first...
From Daytona, FL... weighing in at 255 pounds...
"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

"Cowboy" by Kid Rock plays and out walks Howitzer, Tobey Miliken and Misty Rivers.
Up on the Bruisertron the words "THE YOUNG GUNS" shows and pics of Tobey, Howitzer and Misty are flashing. They enter the ring. The ref checks them over.

Tobey: Remember Lowedown, only the men and lady in this ring are all that are allowed. NO INTERFERENCE. NOW COME AND MEET YOUR DESTINY!

LILLY:His partner...
From Chicago, IL... weighing in at 290 pounds...
Howitzer

(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 what do you think, King? Does the youngster have a chance to
take the title from Lowedown tonight? Is everything, as Howitzer said,
about to change in the BMWF?

King: Ha! Yeah right J.R.! Howitzer's got as much chance of winning the
Hardcore Championship as John Kerry does winning Amateur Night on Showtime
at the Apollo! Howitzer ain't hardcore enough!

J.R.: But remember, King...Howitzer's the one who had that brutal hardcore
match against Myers, and went so far as to set the huge psycho on fire with
a flamethrower! That's not hardcore enough for you?

King: Well...ok J.R., that's pretty hardcore. But he's still not gonna
beat Lowedown tonight! Lowedown is a BMWF Legend!

J.R.: But don't forget King...Lowedown's probably got 3 on 1 odds tonight,
as Howitzer, Tobey Miliken, and Misty are all running buddies! You can bet
they're going to do everything they can to take the strap off Lowedown no
matter what!

King: I still say Lowedown! But whoever wins the match is secondary to
maybe seeing Misty's puppies!

J.R.: (groans)

LILLY: Their partner...
Misty Rivers

KING: Does she even know how to wrestle?

LILLY: Their opponent...
From Phoenix, AZ...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

LoweDown

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

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad" begins to play as Lowedown and Flame make their way out of the entrance way to a huge ovation. Lowedown proudly displays his bWo t-shirt as Flame holds a steel chair high in the air and then hands it over to her husband before he begins to make his way towards the ring. Lowedown makes his way up the steel steps and then leaps over the top rope and stares at both Tobey and Howitzer and even blows a kiss to Misty...)

JR:Lowedown is already setting his sights on Misty here tonight!

King:He won't hurt her J.R! He's not like Tobey!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

(Lowedown stands in the corner and looks out to the crowd before he makes his way to the center of the ring and "draws the line" in the middle and motions for either man to appraoch. Lowedown suddenly spits the crimson mist into the face of Tobey and then nails Howitzer with a kick to the groin. Lowedown grabs a hold of Misty by the face and shoves her down to the mat with force. Lowedown crouches behind the blinded Tobey and nails him with a low blow and then throws him out of the ring. Lowedown turns right back to Howitzer and picks him up off the mat and throws him into the corner and begins driving repeated rights and lefts to the head of Howitzer. Lowedown refuses to let up as he then rakes the eyes of Howitzer before whipping him across the ring and catches him with a vicious clothesline...)

JR:Lowedown is going after both men early in this match!

King:He'd better or else they might try to double team him all night!

JR: LoweDown whips Howitzer into the ropes.
Howitzer misses with a shoulderblock.
LoweDown goes for a spear, but Howitzer side-steps and LoweDown only hits air.
Howitzer hits a powerslam on LoweDown.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Howitzer goes for an atomic drop, but LoweDown counters it with an elbowsmash.
LoweDown uses a dropkick on Howitzer.
LoweDown goes for a boot to face, but Howitzer blocks it.
Misty Rivers and Howitzer whip LoweDown into the ropes.
LoweDown hits them with a double clothesline..
Howitzer goes for a German suplex, but LoweDown counters it with a backward kick

J.R.: Well we're still in the very early goings of this match folks, but
it's been a rough one from the start. These new BMWF wrestlers who call
themselves the Young Guns are really working well as a team, not giving
Lowedown the chance to get any offense going.

King: It's not fair, J.R.! It's 3 on 1!

J.R.: Well the rules say it's all legal King!

(Tobey throws Lowedown into the nearest turnbuckle. Howitzer follows in and
delivers three hard punches to the face. Lowedown is stunned in the corner.
Howitzer signals to Tobey, who slides outside the ring.)
King: What's going on here now?

(Tobey picks up the ring steps and throws them over the top rope. Howitzer
picks them up over his head and slams the steel steps into Lowedown's face.
The champion slumps to the ground. Misty jumps up and down, clapping her
hands.)

J.R.: Howitzer just nailed Lowedown in the face with the ring steps! Those
are solid steel and Lowedown isn't moving! I tell you what folks, these
three may be a little green but they are REALLY impressing me here tonight
with their teamwork! Lowedown might actually lose his belt tonight, King!

King: Huh, what? I didn't hear you J.R., Misty's jumping up and down!
Those are some, uh, energetic puppies there!

J.R.: You know what King, you've been talking about puppies for years and
now it's just creepy.

LoweDown hits Howitzer with a DDT.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for LoweDown.
LoweDown nails Howitzer with a sidewalk slam.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
LoweDown hits a spear on Howitzer.
LoweDown almost takes Howitzer's head off with a short clothesline
LoweDown runs into the ropes.
Howitzer hits LoweDown with a shoulderblock.
Howitzer climbs the closest turnbuckle and pounds his chest like an enraged ape.
The crowd is cheering on Howitzer.

Tobey Miliken and Howitzer whip LoweDown into the ropes.
They hit LoweDown with a double backdrop.
Howitzer takes LoweDown down with a piledriver.
Howitzer is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Tobey Miliken hits LoweDown with a flying cross bodypress.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.

(Lowedown picks up Tobey and presses him high in the air with a military press. Lowedown drops the face of Tobey right into the corner turnbuckle and sends the face of Tobey into the top turnbuckle. Tobey's body is seen hanging on the top rope as Lowedown grabs Tobey by the hair and throws him over the top rope and watches him fall to the floor...)

JR:Lowedown is smiling through all this! He's enjoying all of this!

King:I think he enjoys the pain!

JR:Lowedown is going outside of the ring and he's grabbing a trash can from under the ring!

(Lowedown takes the garbage can and drives it down in the back of Howitzer over and over again.. Lowedown turns around and nails Tobey with a trash can shot of his own to level the field. Lowedown quickly spins around and points a finger right at Misty and blows another kiss at her as he picks up the trash can again and drives it down into the knee of Tobey and then climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and smiles as he brings his foot down onto the trash can and watches Tobey scream in pain...)


JR:I don't believe it! Lowedown just came crashing down on the knee of Tobey!

(Chain attack)

JR:Uh-oh! Lowedown is pulling a steel chain out of his pocket and he's going to use it!

(Lowedown places the chain around his fist and sneaks around the dazed Howtizer and finally picks him up off the mat and throws him into the corner and begins driving his chained fist right into the side of Howitzer's head. Lowedown refuses to let him outof the corner as he conitnues to drive his fist harder and harder as blood begins to flow from the forehead of Howitzer...)

LoweDown whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits LoweDown with a kick.
LoweDown almost takes Tobey Miliken's head off with a short clothesline
LoweDown whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes.
LoweDown hits Tobey Miliken with a kick.
LoweDown goes for a full nelson, but Tobey Miliken counters it with
a backward kick.
Tobey Miliken climbs to the top turnbuckle, but LoweDown throws him to the mat.
The crowd erupts.
LoweDown whips Tobey Miliken into the turnbuckle, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Tobey Miliken runs shoulder-first into the corner, but LoweDown
moves out of the way.
LoweDown executes a boot to face on Tobey Miliken.
LoweDown runs into the ropes.
Tobey Miliken hits a drop toehold on LoweDown.

J.R: This match has long since spilled out to the outside area, and now
these four are duking it out underneath the entrance ramp...countless near
falls in this one King!

King: Yeah, and most of 'em on Lowedown! But the champ has rallied a
number of times here in this match, even though the odds are totally unfair!

(Tobey and Howitzer slam Lowedown's head into the side of the ramp.
Lowedown slumps to the ground.)

J.R.: Lowedown's down again! I don't know how many times he can keep
coming back! Howitzer's backing up to get some running room...don't know
what for, he or Tobey should be pinning Lowedown...OH MY! Body splash! He
did a 180 in mid-air and landed on his back!

King: It's that modified body splash that Howitzer calls the Bunker Buster!

(Howitzer gets up and walks away from Lowedown. Tobey goes for a pin, but
Lowedown gets a shoulder up, albeit weakly. He remains on the ground.
Howitzer picks up a heavy piece of video equipment and brings it over.
Tobey urges him on, pointing to the fallen Hardcore Champion, telling him to
break the equipment on Lowedown's body. Howitzer lifts the monitor over his
head. Misty jumps up and squeals with delight.)

J.R.: THIS IS GONNA DO IT, FOLKS!! ONCE HOWITZER NAILS LOWEDOWN WITH THAT
MONITOR, THE CHAMP WILL BE OUT COLD!! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A NEW CHAMP
TONIGHT!!

King: No! No, this isn't right at all! I can't believe this!

(Howitzer, with Tobey standing right next to him, looks ready to lower the
boom on Lowedown. Suddenly, he turns sharply and smashes the video monitor
in Tobey Miliken's face. It breaks into a million jagged pieces, and
rivulets of blood appear in dozens of places on Tobey's head. Miliken falls
to the ground. Misty looks on in shock as both Miliken and Lowedown are on
the ground. Howitzer pushes off the ramp wall and delivers a Bunker Buster
body splash to Tobey.)

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

J.R.: Oh my god, what's going on here? Howitzer attacked Tobey Miliken!
Misty Rivers can't believe it! I can't believe it!

King: What is Howitzer doing??

J.R.: Howitzer picks Tobey up...he's got his fellow Young Gun caught in a
bear hug! Tobey looks barely conscious!

King: He's gonna black out completely if Howitzer keeps this hold on for
very long!

(Howtizer keeps Tobey in the bear hug for a full minute. On the ground, the
champion Lowedown begins to stir. Slowly, he staggers to his feet.)

King: Lowedown's up! See, I told you! He won't stay down for long!

(Howitzer releases the bear hug and flips Tobey up on his right shoulder,
then drops him with a powerslam on the concrete.)

J.R.: Powerslam! Howitzer continues the assault on his partner! And now
Lowedown is up, and he's joining in!

(Howitzer and Lowedown take turns brutalizing Tobey. Lowedown picks Tobey
up by the hair, then delivers a hard elbow to his face. Miliken goes right
back down. Lowedown pushes Howitzer out of the way and goes for the pin.)

J.R.: Lowedown for the win!! He's got Miliken now!

(Howitzer jumps back over to the two men and kicks Lowedown in the head,
breaking the count. Lowedown springs up and delivers a hard right hand to
Howitzer.)

J.R.: Well, if anybody thought that Howitzer and Lowedown planned this out
ahead of time, that punch sure makes it look like they didn't! It's truly
every man for himself here, and these two are just trying to pin somebody,
anybody! Now Howitzer and Lowedown start to tangle here!

JR: Tobey Miliken hits a falling headbutt on LoweDown.
Tobey Miliken covers LoweDown.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Tobey Miliken runs into the ropes.
LoweDown misses with a kick.
Tobey Miliken goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but LoweDown counters it with
a side suplex.
LoweDown hits Tobey Miliken with the Stinger Splash.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
LoweDown hits a DDT on Tobey Miliken.
LoweDown executes a spinebuster on Tobey Miliken.

Lowedown nails Tobey with a left and turns and nails Howitzer with a right.
Tobey and Howitzer are reeling backwards.
Lowedown turns around and is about to kick Misty.
The ref stops Lowedown and is warning him about closed fists.

JR: What is this ref doing?

King: He's just wanting Lowedown to fight fair.

JR: I have never even seen this ref before.

Lowedown and the ref are having a heated exchange.
Tobey turns Lowedown around and Lowedown nails Tobey with a closed right hand.
The Ref  turns Lowedown around and Lowedown almost hits the ref.
The ref ducks and Howitzer grabs Lowedown's legs and trips him causing him to fall.
Howitzer attempts to put Lowedown in an STF.
Lowedown breaks out of it and stands up quickly and kicks Howitzer in the ribs.
Lowedown walks over and grabs Tobey and whips him into the turnbuckle.
Lowedown climbs up on the turnbuckles and starts hitting  him with closed fists.
The ref pulls Lowedown off of Tobey and starts showing him that hitting with closed fists are not allowed.
Lowedown argues with the ref.
Howitzer tosses a chair into Tobey.
Tobey nails Lowedown in the back with the chair.

JR: Why doesn't the ref DQ Tobey. He hit Lowedown with the chair.

King; Because this is a Hardcore title match.

JR: But he pulled Lowedown off of Tobey for.

King: JR, don't argue with the ref.

Tobey takes the chair and starts choking Lowedown with the chair.
Lowedown's face is turning blue.
Tobey picks the chair up and smashes it across the face of Lowedown.
Tobey walks away and goes under the ring.
Howitzer picks up Lowedown and holds him up while Misty kicks him in the groin.
Lowedown doubles over in pain.
Tobey pulls out a bag of thumbtacks and scatters them in the ring.
Howitzer picks up Lowedown and german suplex's him onto the tacks.
Lowedown screams in pain.


Tobey picks up the ring steps and tosses them into the ring.
The ref stops Tobey and is saying something to him.
Tobey pushes the ref aside and picks up Lowedown and puts him in a piledriver position on the ring steps.
Howitzer climbs the turnbuckle and jumps.
Howitzer nails Lowedown and with Tobey the two pile drive Lowedown on the ring steps.
Lowedown is busted open and bleeding.

Tobey covers Lowedown.

The ref does a quick count.

1..2..3.

KING: That was the fastest 3 count ever.

JR: The crowd boo's as Tobey is declared the winner of the Hardcore Title.

Tobey, Howitzer and Misty stand in the ring and raise their hands.
The ref walks over and raises his hand also.
The ref takes off his wig and mustache.
It's Meyer.

KING: Who the heck is Meyer?

JR: OH MY GOODNESS!

King: No wonder you didn't recognize the ref JR. It was Meyers in disguise.

JR: Meyers is with The Young Guns.

King: I don't believe it.

JR: Wait! What is Meyer doing?

KING: YAHHH! He's pulling his face off!

JR: YAHHH!

KING: YAHHHH!

JR: IT'S STONE COLD BRUISER!!!

KING: What the heck?

(Bruiser goes over to Tobey.)

BRUISER: Ya gotta learn ta quit using other people's characters and fake referees without permission, YA STUPID JACKASS!

JR: KICK TO TOBEY'S GUT! STUNNER! STUNNER ON TOBEY!

KING: Bruiser has had all he can stands! he can stands no more!

JR: That ultra fast 3 count didn't count! Bruiser is re-starting the match!

KING: I knew that 3 count was fast! Nobody can count to 3 as fast as Bruiser! Tobey only had Lowedown pinned for .000001 seconds!

JR: I think he and Bruiser had this planned all the time!

KING: Me, too!

JR:Wait a minute! Where is Lowedown going? He's got both men down and he just tossed Misty out of the ring and now he's heading under the ring for...oh no! He's bringing barb wire?

King:He's not only bringing out barb wire J.R! He's making this side of the ring a virtual battlefield!

JR:This isn't going to be pretty! Lowedown has alrwady cut himself a few times as he got the barb wire strewn across the floor as he is back in the ring and he's picking up Tobey and he's throwing him outside of the ring and...AHHHHH! Lowedown just watched Tobey fall right into the barbed wire! Now he's heading right towards Howitzer who is slowly rising to his feet and...LOW BLOW! Lowedown just caught Howitzer with a painful low blow and now he's locking his arm around the waist of Howitzer and he's....GOOD LORD! Lowedown just german suplexed Howitzer over the top rope and sent him crashing into the barbed wire as well! This is insane!

King:Insane? I think he went overboard when he pulled out all that barb wire! Now he's making his way over to Misty and he's pulling her back into the ring! Lowedown is grabbing onto some more barb wire and wrapping it around the arms and legs of Tobey and Howitzer!

JR:Lowedown is intertwining the wire and basically tying them to the wire! He's putting them in a sort of cage!

King:He's pressing his foot down into the face of Tobey and it's digging that wire into his cheek!

(Lowedown slowly looks up and sees Misty crawling in the ring...)

JR:This means it will just be Lowedown and Misty as long as Tobey and Howitzer are stuck in the barb wire!

JR:Lowedown is in the ring with Misty and he's got a smile on his face a mile wide!

King:Both Tobey and Howitzer are stuck in the barbed wire and Lowedown is looking to end this match right now!

JR:Lowedown is making his way towards a dazed Misty and he now has her by the back of the head! What is he going to do to her?

King:I have a feeling he's going to show some PUPPIES! WOO-HOO!

JR:I don't know if Lowedown is in the mood to show Misty's pu...NO! Lowedown just drove a heavy forearm into the back of Misty's head! He's beating up a woman!

King:I didn't think Lowedown would sink to Tobey's level here tonight! Apparently, he's looking to do anything it takes to keep his title!

(Lowedown spins Misty around and then grabs her by the throat. Lowedown looks into her eyes as Misty scratches at Lowedown's foreaerm and then grabs a hold of her tights and presses her high into the air. Lowedown walks around the ring holding Misty high in the air as he then looks down at Tobey and Howitzer still stuck in the barbed wire and then walks back to the center of the ring and then finally delivers a devastating Downlowe to Misty right in the center of the ring. Lowedown slowly gets back up to his feet as he looks down at the broken body of Misty as Lowedown drops down and attempts a pin cover...)

Bruiser counts: One, two, three.

The crowd is on its feet cheering for LoweDown.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is LoweDown!

JR: We'll be...

JR: What in the world?!

(Tyrone Smith rushes down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring with a
long pipe in hand. He nails Lowedown in the back of the head and just
starts to repeatedly bludgeon Lowedown with the pipe. Tyrone then notices
Miliken is still in the ring and takes a golf swing to his face, knocking
Miliken out of the ring.)

JR: Tyrone is just dismantling everyone in sight.

(Tyrone returns his attention to Lowedown, clubbing him in the head and face
with the pipe, as well as stomping his chest and throat)

JR: Somebody stop this!

King: Tyrone has listen to Lowedown all month and has finally snapped! I
don't think anyone can stop him except for Tyrone himself!

JR: Tyrone is now picking up a lifeless Lowedown. He has him on his
shoulders and.....

*SLAM*

JR: OH MY!!! A GANJA DROP!! Tyrone Ganja Dropped Lowedown, and now he's
asking for a mic.

(Tyrone gets down on his knees and leans closely to Lowedown's bloody face.)

Tyrone: Let's get some'in' straight an' clear right now... dis is no longer
'bout any rass belts... dis is 'bout pride! Ya've opened yer mout' an' now
I'm here to close it... You have NO idea what ya have just started...
NONE!!!

(Tyrone drops the microphone on Lowedown's head and walks out of the ring
very nonchalantly.)

JR: What else can happen?! Tyrone has made his mission very clear, he is out
for revenge against Lowedown. A war has just begun, and there will be plenty
of bloodshed.

>>>

(The arena lights fade and the Bruisertron lights up. Highlights play of the feud that has developed over the past weeks between Hardcore Harry and Ezekiel, leading up to the match tonight)

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(The gothy schoolgirl -- that is, Spirit, is standing lazily against a backstage wall, a lusty look on her face, eyes twinkling with mischief. Howitzer, after his match is on his way back to his locker room. Spirit watches him keenly for a moment, the slightly smeared eye liner and slightly crooked smirk make it fairly obvious that she is indeed, checking him out.)

SPIRIT: Hey...

(She pushes herself off of the wall, standing upright, stopping the rookie.)

SPIRIT: You put in a good showing out there. I liked what I seen...

(She smirks, just a little, and playfully bats her eyes.)

SPIRIT: But there's just one thing I'd have liked to seen even better.

(Howitzer is just about to question her on what she's talking about when there's a loud crunching and shattering sound. A heavy blue glass bottle sends shards of broken glass in every which direction. Both Blood and Howitzer hit the ground. William Black makes his presence known to the BMWF in full force, dragging Howitzer to his feet and then slamming him face first into the wall, using the wall as though it were a turnbuckle. Then Black slings Howitzer into the opposite wall, following it up with a hard punch to each kidney.)

BLACK: You ever heard the phrase "You gotta get a little closer if you wanna try and pistol whip a soldier with a missile on his shoulder?"

(Howitzer tries to fight back by throwing an elbow, but Black steps out of the way. Howitzer then tries with a hard right hand, but it's blocked, leaving William Black to connect with his own haymaker to the jaw. William Black drops to a knee and then scores with a huge left hand to the body, doubling Howitzer over.)

BLACK: Well cannonboy, if you're the soldier with a missile on his shoulder, I'm the one doing the pistol whipping!

(William Black grabs Howitzer, and then hits him right across the bridge of the nose with a knee that came all the way from left field, causing the already bleeding Howitzer to bleed even more, though this time from the front of his face. Howitzer gets left lying face down in the middle of the hallway as Black rejoins Spirit -- who seemd to be enjoying this. Just as the two start to walk off, Spirit stops him in his tracks.)

SPIRIT: Hey... didn't you make a promise to everyone here in the BMWF about what was going to happen tonight?

(William Black stops, thinks about it, and nods.)

BLACK: Yes... yes I did, didn't I.

(William Black turns around and then heads back over to Howitzer, leaning down and slapping him twice across the top of the head and then drags him to his feet, following it up with a very forceful Empty Chamber '03 right there in the middle of the hallway, making certain Howitzer is layed out. Then, just to add further insult to injury, Spirit steps on Howitzer's head, shoving it further into the ground, smearing blood all over the place. The two embrace, locking hands, and then just before departing, Spirit leans down.)

SPIRIT: Click. Click. Boom. Welcome to the big leagues punk.

(After a few more taunts, the two depart down the hallway out of view, continuing to hold hands, leaving the camera to zoom in on Howitzer and the pool of blood, and then fading to black)

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(Commissioner Dangle is in the back with Kevin Kellie.)

Kellie: Commissioner Dangle, I here that you have some comments about the upcoming IC title match between Hardcore Harry and Ezekiel.

Kurt: It's true! You know, Kevin, this match had the potential to be a really great match. The so-called Hardcore legend against the up and coming...well... whatever Ezekiel is, but instead Harry no-show-RPs for the 1987th time and Zeke does a "I kick u butt" RP. Well, I don't think either one of them is IC champion material.

Kellie: So are you canceling this match?

Kurt: No, but whoever wins...well...since one of them no-showed, we know who the winner will be...that person will face another major superstar...a more deserving superstar...for the IC Title in a ladder match for the IC belt!

Kellie: Which superstar?

Kurt: You'll find out next week! It's true!

(fade...)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Hardcore Harry

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

Ezekiel

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Ezekiel hits Hardcore Harry with a savate kick.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Hardcore Harry hits Ezekiel with a backdrop.
Hardcore Harry chops Ezekiel.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Hardcore Harry chops Ezekiel.
Hardcore Harry goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Ezekiel counters it with
a guillotine choke.
Hardcore Harry tries to escape the hold.
Hardcore Harry breaks the hold after 30 seconds.
Hardcore Harry kicks Ezekiel.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Hardcore Harry hits Ezekiel.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
Hardcore Harry hits Ezekiel.
Ezekiel hits Hardcore Harry.
The crowd is behind Ezekiel all the way.

(Suddenly, the lights go out.)

KING: YAHHH! Not again!

(The building is filled with the eerie purple glow as the Darklord theme starts.)

KING: YAHHHH!

(Suddenly, a huge pyro explosion goes off and Darklord comes through the curtains and heads to the ring.)

JR: Oh, my gosh! it's Darklord!

KING: Well, somebody had to save this segment!

(Darklord steps up the ringsteps. His eyeballs roll back into his head as he raises his hands causing the lights to return to normal.)

JR: Ezekiel and Harry are attacking Darklord!

Darklord lays them both out!

Darklord has Harry!

CHOKESLAM!

Now he has Ezekiel!

TOMBSTONE!

Ezekiel falls on top of Harry!

Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING!*

(Darklord's music plays as he leaves the ring. Both Ezekiel and Harry are still out cold.)

JR: Ezekiel is the new IC champ!

KING: HA HA! no, I think Darklord is the new champ! HA HA!

JR: We'll be right back!

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JR: Folks, our next match...

King: Wait, what's that on the Bruisertron?

(The Bruisertron fades to black, then shows two clocks separated by an
ampersand. The clocks start spinning, eventually fading together and filling
the screen with white. Meanwhile, a guitar line plays, with a drum beat
kicking in.)

PA: Inspiring, shining, heh, rising,
And when you're in my way I'm not dividing, me from you cause we're working
together...

JR: Who could that be?

King: It could be anybody! William Black, Cash Flo, even Box for the 37th
time!

JR: Wait...it's Kolic! He's back!

King: Yahh! Not Kolic!

("Time and Time Again" by Chronic Future plays as Kolic walks down to the
ring, looking energetic surprisingly acknowledging the fans. He reaches for
a high five to the fans, but none of them accept. Kolic keeps walking and
slides into the ring. He calls for a mic.)

Kolic: Hello, Toronto! (The crowd overwhelmingly boos Kolic) I guess I
deserve that. The way I've treated the BMWF fans, I'm surprised they haven't
chased me out of town with pitchforks and torches ablaze. You see, I had a
lot of time to think while I was out, and I realize what I had done was
horrendous. I treated you fans like garbage and felt superior because of it.
Just because I had a higher intelligence, I thought that put me on a higher
plane of existence. I thought that was my path to greatness...then I was
sidelined with a broken arm. I questioned my every motive, trying to
determine exactly what it was that was flawed in my plan. I couldn't find
anything...

(Kolic pauses)

Kolic: Then...someone left a Bible in the room. Having nothing better to do,
I figured I'd read it to kill some time. That book...changed everything. I
realized how sinful and, quite frankly, evil I had become. I let the sin of
pride dominate my life, thinking that I was responsible for my success. In
that hospital...that night...I found Jesus.

King: Jesus? All right! Someone finally found him! We've been looking for
some 2,000 years...

JR: King! That's highly inappropriate!

King: Sorry, but I didn't see this from Kolic!

JR: Let the man speak!

Kolic: Ever since, my life had turned around. I immediately felt better
after accepting Christ as my Lord and Savior. My arm healed faster, and I
was back in training in no time. More importantly, I felt spiritually
renewed. I knew I was given a mission for the BMWF.

Kolic: You see, there have been many false prophets and outright sinners
lately. Reno Fontayne, The Eco-System, and Bob "Box" Bartelstein, to name
just a few. It is for them that I have returned. I am back to show the world
a truly good guy, to punish them for their numerous sins against our
Almighty. But not for myself. No, for all of the fans, for everyone in the
world. I will stand as a humble example of the right way to live. Sure, I
may slip up from time to time, but everyone's a sinner. Unlike most of those
in the back, including and especially The King...

King: HEY!

JR: You know, he may have a point

King: Maybe, but he doesn't have to say my name!

Kolic: ...I've learned to recognize that about myself. So fans, expect to
see a new Kolic, one who stands for righteousness and decency! I will fight
against those who serve only their interests, especially those who claim
otherwise! And so, in closing, I must ask for your forgiveness, for a year
of atrocious behavior. What do you say?

(The crowd almost simultaneously cheers for Kolic)

Kolic: I heard that! Thank you, and God bless you all!

(Time and Time Again plays on the PA as Kolic exits the ring to the back. He
gives the fans one last wave before going back.)

JR: What a heartfelt speech from Kolic! This is a complete 360 for him!

King: No, it's 180! 360 is a complete turn, so he would...oh no!

JR: What King?

King: I'm sounding like Kolic! Horror of horrors!

JR: Sigh...we'll be right back!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is a triangle match scheduled for one fall.
It is for the BMWF World Title.
Introducing first...
From Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...
Maverick

(The crowd erupts in excitement as Maverick makes his
way onto the entrance stage, taking slow steps until
he centers himself upon it. His black trench coat
flails in the smoked breeze originating from the
entrance ramp. Maverick then swings his right arm into
the air, and just as he does so, a voice begins to
shout over the speakers.)

Voice: THROW UP YOUR ROCK FIST IF YA FEELIN ME WHEN I
DROP THIS!!!

("Rock Fist" by Thousand Foot Crutch roars over the
loud speakers as Maverick soaks up the rush of energy
coming at him from every direction. After he does so,
he then begins making his way down to the ring in the
shaded glow, moving at a jogging speed. The crowd
cheers in excitement while he slides into the ring,
rushes to the turnbuckle, and holds his arm into the
air. A large pop is heard while he makes his way to
each of the four turnbuckles. A microphone rests upon
one of the turnbuckles, as if expecting Mavericks
presence.)

Maverick: You know something, Toronto? You've got a
treat waiting for you tonight! Tonight, you get to see
a change in BMWF history! Sure, since I came back I've
done nothing but hound Z and Tyrone, but seeing the
two of them running around like chickens with their
heads cut off got me to thinking . . . why wasn't I
doing the shoving anymore? Instead, let's look at the
two tools . . .Now these two images are not going to
be pretty, so once again I stress that those with weak
stomachs turn away for a moment.

(Maverick takes a deep breathe and looks up to the
Bruisetron. Suddenly, a split screen shows up as
pictures of Master Z and Tyrone Smith come up as the
crowd bursts into laughter.)

Maverick: I know, I know, I was scared when I first
saw them too. but it's ok. As for their parents, I
think we can forgive them, we've all made mistakes now
and then. But tonight, I promise you that once that
match ending bell rings and the blood is still pouring
down from our faces. as always, I will have the last
laugh!!

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...
The BMWF U.S. Champion...
"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

(The lights dim downing the rowdy audience in darkness. Slowly, bright white spotlights begin to turn on one after another. The spotlights search around before coming to a hault at the top of the entrance ramp. "Victory" by Puff Daddy blasts throughout the arena triggering a chorus of boos.)

JR: There is no doubt in my mind that Master Z has a good chance of coming out of here the new world champion!

KING: A good chance? JR, I'd bet money on Master Z being the victor tonight! Look at the history between these men, Master Z has devastated Maverick throughout BMWF history!

JR: I must give Master Z credit, his record is strong against both Tyrone and Maverick! Only time will tell if he still has what it takes!

(A sparkle can be seen from the top of the ramp. The camera zooms in on the US title around the waist of Master Z. Master Z stands with his hands on his hips and a smile across his face. He wears baggy black jeans and golden shades which glimmer in the bright lights. Fireworks begin to go off on either side of Master Z as he slowly but surely struts down the ramp.)

JR: Master Z seems very confident tonight, King! Look at him flexing and taunting the fans at ringside!

KING: Of course he's confident! He's going to destroy his two opponents tonight!

JR: Please, King! That has yet to be seen!

(Master Z slides the shades from his eyes, grabs a microphone, then slides under the bottom rope into the ring. The crowd boos as he prepares to speak.)

JR: Master Z is just as physically impressive as the first day he stepped into a BMWF ring in 1998! Talk about history!

KING: Talk about experience! Master Z was the man who brought Maverick into this game and taught him everything he knew!

(Master Z clears his throat only triggering more booing.)

Master Z: The night is finally here! Tonight, I'm going to prove that fact that my previous world title reign was unfairly cut short!

KING: It's true, JR, Master Z got screwed in that match against Lowedown!

Master Z: I am by far the most dominating superstar in the BMWF today! Master Z is the most experienced, most powerful, most intelligent, man in this ring tonight! You think Maverick and his wimpy nightstick can phase me? You think Tyrone smith and his dreadlocks can scare me away? I am Master Z! I singlehandedly destroyed the bWo! I dismantled V and his Black Sun! I'm the man who left the Madman Randy Poffo laid out in the center of the ring for the 3 count! Master Z is the man who has done it all my friends!

There was once a day where I was inexperienced. I'd walk around this building picking fight after fight. I'd interfere in every one of Lurkers matches. I'd bust into the mWo locker room and put Hollywood Mike clear through the wall into the next locker room! I have had my share of beatings, but that which does not kill me can only make me stronger! The man I have become today is by far the most unbeatable man this sport has ever seen! Ask Scotty Scott who is the scariest wrestler he's ever met in the squared circle! Go find Norman Bates III and ask him who the only person he's ever met crazier than he is! In all cases you'll find the answer to be Master Z every time!

Look at this US title around my waist! This title was a stepping stone to get me straight back to the top of this ladder! I walk out here tonight with one thing in mind and I won't stop til I get it! Tonight I will walk out of here the new BMWF World Champion! It is my time and I will rightfully take what is mine!

(Master Z unstraps the US belt from around his waist and holds it high in his clenched fist! Master Z's veins bulge from his arms. His chest shines with sweat. Z continues to take the shades from his eyes and slam them into the ring.)

JR: Nothing but determinating and intensity pump through the ice cold veins of Master Z!

LILLY: Their opponent.

Hailing from Kingston, Jamaica...
Weighing in at 410 pounds...
The BMWF World Champion...
Tyrone Smith
(The lights dim. The trumpeting music made famous from old Godzilla movies
plays over the PA system as short glimpse of the creature Godzilla appear on
the BruiserTron. As the music reaches its climax, a roar can be heard and
the following words appear on the BruiserTron)

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

(There's a quick flash of pyro. A large flag drops over the stage; one half
of the flag was the stars and stripes of the American Flag, the other half
was the gold cross and green and black planes of the Jamaican Flag. The
crowd erupts at the sight of the Flag hybrid. 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 and the flag drops. Tyrone is standing on the
stage with his arms out, holding the World Title in one hand. He is met with
a warm reaction from the crowd as he stands on the stage)

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

(The music continues. Tyrone Smith is staring out at the cheer crowd a few
moments before making his way to the ring. He climbs into the ring.)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Maverick and Tyrone Smith are staring each other
down! Tyrone is still furious for the Hush stunt
Maverick pulled when he made his return!

King: What was wrong with that? He was just dressed up
for Halloween a little early! HA!!

JR: Here comes Master Z! The match is underway!!

JR: Master Z has walked up to Maverick and shoved him hard in the chest!

(Master Z walks up to Maverick and gets in his face. Master Z's eyes are bloodshot and his teeth are clenched. Master Z's advangage in size and weight carry Maverick into the corner where he begins to retaliate.)

JR: Here we go!

(Master Z, unphazed by Maverick's offensive, grabs his opponent by the hair and launches him out of the ring over the top rope.)

JR: Immediately Master Z turns and charges Tyrone Smith crushing and flattening him with a massive shoulder block. Master Z's momentum causes him to fall with the limp body of Tyrone.

(Master Z pulls himself to his feet and begins to shower down hard rights and lefts on the face of Tyrone Smith. He finishes up his onslaught by choking the throat of his opponent.)

JR: Tyrone kicks Maverick in the midsection.
Tyrone backhand chops Master Z in the chest.

King: He's signaling for something, JR.

JR: TYRONE HAS BOTH MEN BY THEIR THROATS!!!!

*SLAM*

JR: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!!! The World Champion is dominating this match.

Tyrone Smith goes for a half Boston crab, but Master Z blocks it.
Master Z punches Tyrone Smith.
Master Z punches Tyrone Smith.
Tyrone Smith kicks Master Z.
The chants for Tyrone Smith are deafening.
Tyrone Smith hits Master Z.
The crowd is behind Tyrone Smith all the way.
Master Z kicks Tyrone Smith.
The crowd is vociferously booing Master Z.
Master Z chops Tyrone Smith.
The ring is quickly filling up with debris.
Tyrone Smith hits Master Z.
The chants for Tyrone Smith are deafening.
Tyrone Smith hits a Gorilla Press on Master Z.
Tyrone Smith kicks Master Z.
Tyrone Smith kicks Master Z.
The chants for Tyrone Smith are deafening.
Tyrone Smith uses a gutwrench suplex on Master Z.
Joe Finch counts: One, shoulder up.
Maverick hits an elbowsmash on Master Z.
Maverick runs into the ropes.
Maverick and Master Z get hit with a double clothesline.
Maverick whips Master Z into the ropes.
Maverick nails Master Z with a legsweep.
Maverick uses a legsweep on Master Z.
Maverick is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Tyrone is focused on Master Z.
Tyrone pokes Master Z in the eye and then kicks him in the stomach.
Tyrone sets Master Z up for a power bomb.
Z is up...

*SLAM*

JR: OH MY!!! Tyrone just dropped Master Z right on his neck! That can only
be described as a spike power bomb.

Maverick whips Master Z into the ropes, but Master Z reverses it.
Master Z misses with a shoulderblock.

JR: Master Z and Maverick are battling it out!

King: Here comes Tyrone looking to take advantage!

JR: Tyrone charges the two.

King: Maverick and Master Z both duck and flip Tyrone
over the top rope.

JR: Master Z and Maverick stare at each other.

King: What is this?

JR: Maverick clotheslines Master Z over the top rope
and then launches himself over with a slingshot
bodysplash!!

King: He just crushed his two opponents!!

JR: They get back into the ring after a 9 count.

JR: Master Z wraps a massive forearm around the throat of Maverick and squeezes tightly!

Maverick's face is geting blood red

The referee is trying to pry Master Z off of Maverick, but can't break the hold

KING: I hope Master Z pops his head right off... kinda like a dandelion!

(Master Z grabs Maverick by the tights and muscles him up into the air. Master Z drops him onto his knee. Maverick's body folds in a sickening manner upon impact.)

JR: Master Z drop kicks Tyrone Smith in the groin!

Tyrone Smith stumbles backwards and falls out of the ring

Tyrone Smith is in pain foks!

KING: Not as much pain as Maverick is about to be in! HA HA! Look at Master Z!

(Master Z sizes up Maverick as he tries to get to his feet. When Maverick has gotten to one knee, Master Z charges and nearly takes his head off with a flying clothesline. The sweat from Maverick's face sprays several feet. Master Z rolls out of the ring and begins to work over Tyrone Smith.)

JR: Maverick takes Master Z down with a swinging neckbreaker.
The crowd is going crazy.
Maverick executes the Lucky 7 Calf Stretch on Master Z.
Tyrone Smith makes the save.

Tyrone Smith whips Maverick into the ropes, but Maverick reverses it.
Maverick takes Tyrone Smith down with spinning heel kick.
The crowd is going crazy.
Maverick executes an elbowsmash on Tyrone Smith.
Maverick is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, shoulder up.
Maverick takes Tyrone Smith down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Maverick nails Tyrone Smith with a kneedrop.
Maverick is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Maverick complains about a slow count.

JR: Maverick hooks Master Z in with a turnbuckle
powerbomb!! That had to just destroy Master Z's spinal
column!

King: Maverick is going for the pin!!

1.2.kick out!

King: That was almost over!

JR: Z is stumbling up!

King: Tyrone Smith is staring them down!

(Maverick spins around to see Tyrone Smith and in one
fluid motion, grabs Master Z's arms and thrusts him in
front of Tyrone, knocking the wind out of him.)

King: Maverick is tossing Z around like a rag doll!

JR: GOOD LORD!! Maverick just ran up, did a leaping
step off of Master Z's back and executed a karate kick
to the side of Tyrone Smith's skull!!

Maverick uses spinning heel kick on Tyrone Smith.
The crowd is going crazy.
Maverick covers Tyrone Smith.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Maverick nails Tyrone Smith with spinning heel kick.
The crowd is going crazy.
Maverick executes a DDT on Tyrone Smith.
The crowd is going crazy.
Maverick uses a Russian legsweep on Tyrone Smith.
Maverick has the crowd going wild.

JR: Tyrone Smith clobbers Master Z across his back with a double axehandle.

Master Z returns with a backwards low blow kick

(As if the offensive never phased Master Z, he spins and takes down Tyrone with a sidewalk slam!)

JR: We've been seeing Master Z perform that devastating move for years! Z's sidewalk slam has definitely become one of the most feared moves this federation has ever seen!

KING: Feared? I'd say painful! One of those would break you in two JR!

(Master Z performs a leg drop on the fallen Tyrone Smith.)

JR: Master Z slaps Maverick in a chicken-wing

Master Z is headbutting Maverick in the back of his head!

Maverick is getting beat unconscious!

Master Z releases his grip and Maverick falls flat on his face

(Master Z steps back and rebounds from the ropes. He hurdles the carcas of Maverick and gains more momentum from the other rope. Z continues to baseball slide across the ring hitting Maverick in the face with his boot. Blood begins to stream from the mouth of Maverick.)

(Master Z ducks a clothesline from Tyrone Smith and swings around executing a belly to back suplex on the big man.)

JR: Master Z has held the grip and is lifting Tyrone Smith back to his feet!

With Master Z's massive power he lifts Tyrone smith off his feet in a backwards bear hug!

Master Z holds the move then continues to lift the body of Tyrone Smith onto his shoulder still applying the pressure.

Master Z has turned this into some kind of submission move!

Master Z falls backwards into a second suplex knocking Tyrone Smith unconscious!

(Master Z turns just in time to catch Maverick charging. He winds up and jacks Maverick in his jaw. Maverick flies through the air horizontally, bounces a few times, then comes to a stop balled up in the corner

JR: Master Z grabs Tyrone Smith by the hair then gorilla presses him high in the air!

This man isn't a man he's a monster! Look at Master Z pumping Tyrone up and down above his head!

(Master Z finishes showing off, bends his knees, then drops Tyrone Smith hard onto the turnbuckle knocking the wind out of the man.)

JR: Master Z kicks Tyrone in the face sending him sliding off the top of the turnbuckle and to the outside!

This entire match Master Z has divided his time between Maverick and Tyrone equally and only fighting one at a time!

KING: Master Z knows what he's doing, JR! It's obvious his technique works, he's monopolized this match!

JR: Master Z and Maverick are exchanging punches!

Master Z wraps his arms around Maverick and falls out of the ring over the top rope

Master Z and Maverick lay unmoving on the hard concrete for several moments

(Master Z reaches into his pocket, and keeping his back towards the camera and referee, begins to pummel Maverick.)

JR: The referee can't see Master Z's hands! I think he's using brass knuckles!

(Master Z rolls off the man. When the camera finally catches a glimpse of Maverick's face everyone is horrified to see it grotesquely swollen and bleeding!)

JR: There's no way Master Z could have done that damage with his fists alone! He should get disqualified!

KING: Where's your proof JR?

JR: Master Z rolls into the ring slowly trying to wipe the blood from his face, arms, and hands!

JR: Master Z is gorilla pressing Tyrone Smith again! Where does he find the stamina to keep this up?!?

KING: He's a champion JR! He wants this more than anything!

(Master Z with a burst of strength lifts Tyrone that last foot. Z continues to drop Tyrone hard on his head and neck.)

JR: Master Z drops to his knees, landing on Tyrone Smith in the process. Master Z grabs Tyrone by his hair and begins to repeatedly punch him in the face, throat, and chest!

Master Z relinquishes his grasp on the hair and trades in for two hands of throat

Master Z pushes the referee away as he chokes Tyrone Smith relentlessly!

(Master Z finally breaks the hold as the referee is ready to disqualify him. Master Z doesn't lose a step, though. He grabs Tyrone and lifts his heavy carcus up to his shoulder.)

JR: This can only mean one thing! Maverick is beaten and disoriented, Tyrone Smith is bleeding and unconscious! Master Z is going for the Atomic Driver!

Master Z sets Tyrone Smith on the top rope and holds him there so that he doesn't fall off

Z climbs up to the second rope placing his opponents head between his legs

(Master Z begins to pull Tyrone forward)

Wait! Something just fell from the back pocket of Master Z! I think Master Z's brass knuckles just fell out of his pocket onto the mat!

NEITHER MASTER Z OR THE REFEREE SEES THEM!!!

*CRUNCH*

(Master Z completely flattens Tyrone with an Atomic Driver! Tyrone's own bodyweight worked against him putting more force behind the move. Master Z rolls Tyrone over and drapes an arm over his chest!)

JR: THIS ISN"T RIGHT! Master Z just scooped up those brass knucks! He's making the cover! Master Z Atomic Drivered Tyrone Smith onto his brass knuckles!

KING: But the ref is checking on Maverick!

JR: Tyrone is out cold! Maverick is gunning at Master
Z!!

King: Master Z can't even see with all the blood in
his eyes!

JR: Master Z is all but blind right now, folks! This
isn't even right for Maverick to be manhandling him
like this!

King: Maverick has him up in the old Insider's Edge!

JR: RIGHT ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!

King: Z's back must be broken! Maverick is dragging
him by his limp arm to the middle of the ring!

JR: He's lifting him up once more! Double underhook!
We know what this means!!!

King: YAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

JR: TIGER DRIVER ON MASTER Z!!!! Maverick is going for
the pin!!

The ref is counting!!

ONE!


TWO!!

THR---

JR: Maverick lifted Master Z up!! What is going on
here!!!

King: Maverick is dragging Z over to Tyrones
unconscious body!

JR: Mav just shouted something and . . .

King: TYRONE JUST JUMPED TO HIS FEET!!!

JR: Maverick is not going to like this!!

King: Wait. Tyrone just took Z from Maverick and
Maverick is telling him to. NO!!!

JR: GANJA DROP ON MASTER Z!! TYRONE SMITH IS MAKING
THE COVER!!!

King: The ref is counting! Maverick is laughing
sadistically!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

*Ding!* *Ding!*

JR: Maverick got to Tyrone Smith!! Tyrone and Maverick
duped Z into this match and Z paid the ultimate price
for it!!

King: Tyrone has got some explaining to do next week
folks!! How could he even align himself with Maverick
after what he did!!

JR: I don't know but we'll find out next week!!

King: I'm just waiting for Tamer to turn on Tyrone. There have been so many
twists in the last two weeks.

JR: We're outta time!

KING: YAHHHH!

(Tyrone and Maverick gloat as Z lies unconscious in the middle of the ring....)

(Fade...)

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