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

(The show opens inside the First Union Center Philadelphia Pennsylvania. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

(The scene cuts to JR and the King. JR is dressed Matt Dillion from Gunsmoke and King is dressed up like Festus.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out First Union Center Philadelphia Pennsylvania. Welcome to Wheel of Destruction 2004! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we're gonna have for you tonight!

Tonight, Master Z defends both World and the US titles in the first ever Wheel of Destruciton death match!

(The scene opens up in Master Z’s locker room. Master Z wears his black baggy jeans and sunglasses. Master Z has a piece of paper in his hand. He reads the paper out loud to himself.)

Master Z: “New stipulation… “

(Master Z tears the shades from his eyes and gives the piece of paper an awkward look.)

Master Z: “You must strap your opponent to the Wheel of Destruction which will be covered in barbed wire. To win either fall, the Wheel, which stands on legs, must be turned on and spun at least 5 revolutions after which it will turn on its side and dump the victim down a chute. The chute leads from the stage to the ring. The loser will then roll out of the chute at ringside and the match will continue. For the second fall, to win, again you must strap the victim to the Wheel which will spin again 5 times. The Wheel will then explode causing the victim to be thrown into the ‘bowels of Hades!’”

(Master Z’s eyes grow furious.)

Master Z: New stipulation? What type of bull *BLEEP* is this? I never knew about any new stipulation!

(Master Z turns and kicks a folding chair over.)

Master Z: I bet that cry baby Tyrone Smith has something to do with this! He figures his big monkey *BLEEP* won’t fit on that wheel! I’ve been in an oven once, there’s no way I’m going to the bowels of Hades this time! I’ll break Tyrone’s arms and legs off if I have to just to get him to fit on that wheel! And Black… That SOB gets whooped by me and then somehow lands himself a world title match! What is this world coming to!?

(Master Z tears up the paper and begins to pace.)

Master Z: Doesn’t anyone see what’s happening here? Tyrone is a sissy who never stood a chance, and Black couldn’t beat me with my arms tied behind my back! So what do they have done? They get in a match where they can team up on me!

(Master Z sits down and takes a deep breath. His expression turns a bit calmer as he continues to talk to himself.)

Master Z: That’s alright. These fools can’t take the belts from me!

(Z pulls the US and World Title Belts out of his duffel bag and sets them on his lap.)

Master Z: If I can take on entire stables I can definitely take on these two punks! No sweat!

(The scene fades as Master Z stares deeply into the shimmering gold of the title belts.)

(The scene cuts backstage where Awesome Mike and Mars are walking around carrying picket signs. Mike's says, "BMWF Unfair to jobbers!" and Mars' says, "You're welcome!" Kevin Kellie comes up to them.)

Mike: Well, Kevin, it's like this. We've been here for years and we're getting no respect whatsoever! We get stuck in these low-card matches without any storylines while guys like Tyrone Smith come in for 2 seconds, collect their paychecks for doing nothing, then walk out on match after match! Heck, when was the last time you saw a jobber no-show?

Kellie: I see. Well, do you know how much Bruiser hates no-showers and slackers?

Kellie: I think it's a couple of crapplicants that are going to take your place!

Mike: Scabs?! Come on, Mars! We're going to have a talk with Bruiser about this!

KING: I can't believe it! The jobbers are on strike and we've got crapplicant scabs coming in to take their place!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 150 pounds...

Pepto B. the American Midget

(Green spotlights engulf Mini Triple Game as he steps out on the stage and pours water on his head!0

PA: It's all about the game
Not how you play it
It's all about control
And if ya can take it
All about your debt
And if you can pay it
It's all about pain
And whos gonna make it
I am the game you don't want to play me
I am control, no way you can shake me
I am heavy debts, no way you can pay me
I am the pain,and i know you can't take me
Look over your shoulder,ready to run
Like a good little BLEEP from a smok'n gun
I am the Game and I make the rules,
So move on out you could die like a fool.
Try to figure out what my moves gonna be
Come over sucker,why don't you ask me,
Con't you forget theres a price you can pay
Cause i am the game and i want to play!!!

KING: YAHHH! He spit water all over my crown! That moron!

PA: Time to play the game

Hahahahaha

Time to play the game

JR: There's the bell!
Pepto B. the American Midget uses a chop on Mini Triple Game.
Pepto B. the American Midget kicks Mini Triple Game.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Pepto B. the American Midget.
Mini Triple Game kicks Pepto B. the American Midget.
A portion of the crowd is booing Mini Triple Game.
Mini Triple Game hits Pepto B. the American Midget.
A portion of the crowd is booing Mini Triple Game.

JR: Pepto B. the American Midget chops Mini Triple Game.
Pepto B. the American Midget is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Pepto B. the American Midget punches Mini Triple Game.
Pepto B. the American Midget
acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.

KING: This match is really showcasing the wrestling ability of the crapplicants!

JR: Pepto B. the American Midget hits Mini Triple Game.
Pepto B. the American Midget is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Mini Triple Game hits Pepto B. the American Midget.
Pepto B. the American Midget chops Mini Triple Game.
Mini Triple Game goes for a double reverse chinlock, but
Pepto B. the American Midget counters it with a facerake.

Pepto B. the American Midget whips Mini Triple Game into the ropes.
Mini Triple Game smacks Pepto B. the American Midget with a mini lariat .

Mini Triple Game executes a punch on Pepto B. the American Midget.
Mini Triple Game is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Mini Triple Game is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Mini Triple Game goes for a front slam, but Pepto B. the American Midget
counters it with a roundhouse right.
Pepto B. the American Midget nails Mini Triple Game with a bodyslam.
Pepto B. the American Midget executes the Constipator on Mini Triple Game.

JR: That's what he calls it!
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The boos are resurfacing again.

*DING DING*

>>>

(William Black is backstage by himself. He's holding a bottle of Bombay Sapphire in his right hand and has a numchuck tucked under his left arm. When the camera approaches he puts a finger to his lips.)

BLACK: Shhhhh. I'm hunting champions.

(Just then, the Camera pans around to see Master Z coming around the corner with both of his belts.)

BLACK: Oh Look! Here comes one now!

(Suddenly William Black jumps out in front of Master Z and breaks the bottle of Bombay Sapphire over the top of his head sending glass shards in every which direction. Master Z falls to the ground but quickly gets back up. William Black is ready though and has the numchuck prepared. In a flurry of quick motions, Black lashes out with several quick strikes.)

**BLAP** **BLAP** **BLAP** **BLAP-BLAP**

(The weapon bounces off of Master Z's head several times before William Black spins it around and whacks Master Z in the mouth sending him down to the ground face first. With Master Z on the ground, Black kicks him twice in the side and then stomps on the back of his head. After a second he takes the US title and looks at it.)

BLACK: Master Z... I hope you're ready to lose. After tonight, this will be mine.

(Black kicks Master Z two more times, leaving him down on the concrete floor and then drops the title on the down him, walking off.)

JR: Master Z looks enraged!

(Master Z reaches into his pocket and slides a pair of brass knuckles onto his fist still taking a shower of blows and getting angrier with each.)

*CRACK*

*CRACK*

JR: Master Z is fighting back! He has turned the tables on his attacker!

(Master Z grabs the attacker who is now bleeding from the brass knuck shots. Z gorilla presses him high in the air and then flings him several feet. Master Z brushes himself off and flexes. Master Z holds the World Title high in the air.)

(The camera fades in to show Hardcore Harry walking down the hallway
cluttered with equipment. Harry has his gym bag slung over his shoulder,
Harry stops and asks some roadie where his locker room is)

Roadie: It the uh, first door on the left right next to...

Harry: Right next to what?

(Harry walks away before the man can answer and finds his door with his name
on it. He looks to the door just do the right and on top it reads "Tamer")

Harry: What the hell is this?

(Harry pulls off a piece of paper that is attached to his door and begins
reading it outloud)

Harry: Hello Harry, I am sorry but all other locker rooms were filled and
you were stuck next to your opponent Tamer. I hereby demand you not lay a
finger on each other until your match or you will lose by forfeit and the
title will change hands! Thank you, your commissioner, Stone Cold Bruiser.

(Just as Harry gets done reading the notice Tamer's locker room door opens
and Tamer comes walking out with a grin on his face)

Tamer: Hey champ. Don't worry I got the same note. If I touch you, you keep
that title.

(Harry just glares at Tamer.)

Tamer: Calm down Harry. We're both getting what we want. I want the title
and you want to put me through pain.

(Harry just shakes his head and steps inside the locker room as Tamer yells
after him.)

Tamer: You don't mind loud music do you!?

(Tamer steps inside his locker room and loud dance music can now be heard
coming from Tamer's locker room. Harry's door slams shut and Tamer closes
his laughing)

Fade..

(Lilly is prepared to introduce the next match but is interrupted by “Cherry Lips” Brodie Manson’s entrance video begins to play, as the audience looks towards the stage.)

(As the music begins to rip through the speakers, Brodie steps through the black curtains and looks out over the noisy crowd. She stands timidly and continues her journey down the ramp towards the ring.)

(Brodie climbs the steel steps and enters the ring between the bottom and middle ropes. She is dressed in her usual Angel Wings as well as a green tank top and a pair of ripped jeans. Brodie then heads over and stands on the bottom rope, waving at the audience. Finally, she makes her way to Lilly asks for the microphone.)

Brodie: Lilly, I'm sorry for interrupting but there’s a few things I wanted to address here tonight. I came out here because I realized that I haven’t properly introduced myself to the fans. So I’m going to use the short time I have to say ‘hello’ and discuss a few things.

Brodie: So tonight marks my Pay Per View debut, my first match on a BMWF Pay Per View, and against the Women’s Champion nonetheless. I wouldn’t say that I expected this I was actually very surprised. I have only had three matches since my debut, which makes it seem that I have the lower hand. I’ve been overhearing some talk in the back that I’m “too new” to win this time, which is true to an extent. I really do like Dizi, don’t you?

Brodie: After meeting Dizi last week, I would consider her a friend but I won’t let that one get in the way of winning. Frankly, I don’t think Dizi even remembers meeting me last week, which goes to show you how reliable she can be tonight. I don’t blame her; she has had some of her own problems lately with Judge Moonie attacking everyone. I mean can you believe this woman? She’s horrible!

Brodie: I personally have never met Loonie, but it sounds like she is just a crabby old lady, always with that frown of hers and always hitting people with chairs. It’s not very nice and it’s making some people backstage very uncomfortable. I wouldn’t be surprised if she came and interrupted our match tonight. But I’m sure Dizi will handle her. Dizi is a strong woman when she’s not eating steak. But back to Judge Broody. She always seems to be craving attention. I suggest that she attends this “Egomaniacs Anonymous” seminar; the same guy who got me off pork is leading it. I think it’ll help, but I can’t be sure. That girl is hard to predict. Oh well, I’m off to do some more yoga! I need zen time and all.

(“Cherry Lips” plays again and Brodie hands the microphone to Lilly Garcia. She smiles and waves to the fans before heading to the back.)

(The scene opens up backstage where we Ezekiel lacing up his boots. We hear a knock on the door)

Ezekiel: Enter.

(Couch walks in)

Couch: Ezekiel, how you doing?

Ezekiel: I am in good health Couch, considering the ruinous plotting of fate.

Couch: …your match tonight against Kolic, he’s beaten you twice in the past month.

Ezekiel: That is true, tonight however things are going to change, instead of allowing fate to control my destiny. I have spent far too much time languishing after the chance victory by Hardcore Harry at Fallout.

Couch: What happens if you lose?

Ezekiel: Such negativity is unnecessary. If that becomes the case, it will be dealt with. For now I must focus on tonight.

Couch: Thanks Ezekiel.

(Couch walks away as the scene fades to black)

(As Jet's catchy "Cold, Hard, BLEEP" comes over the PA, Spirit enters the ring dressed like a catholic schoolgirl, complete with knee high white stockings, pleated mini skirt and white button down blouse. William Black comes along with her.)

JR: It looks like William Black and Lowedown want front row seats for this Bra and Panties match King!

KING: Gah! I can't see what's going on with those two in the way!

(William Black and Lowedown each set up a chair in the same corner of the ring. After each of them take a seat, Lowedown opens up a cooler and pulls out a cold one. William Black pours himself a tumbler full of Bombay Sapphire. After the two are ready, Lowedown motions to the referee that the match can begin.)

KING: Finally!

*DING DING*

(Spirit and Flame stare each other down in the ring, though it can be argued that they're checking each other out. The two slowly start circling each other getting a little closer each trip around the ring until they're both standing face to face.
Finally Flame pushes Spirit. Spirit doesn't seem to take kindly to this though and immediately floors Flame with a hard right hand.)

JR: Ouch! Spirit just floored Flame with that right hand!

(While the referee appears to admonish Spirit for using a closed Fist, William Black moves to get up, but Lowedown stops him and then seems to say something to him, pointing at Flame. Suddenly Flame gets up and tackles Spirit with a spear. The crowd erupts into a series of loud cheers as the two divas roll around in the ring.)

Flame whips Spirit into the corner, but she reverses it.
Spirit charges in after her with a clothesline.
Spirit goes for a punch, but Flame reverses the move.
Flame takes her down with a hair pull.
Flame misses a kick to the midsection.
Spirit goes for an armdrag takedown, but Flame counters with a lariat.
Flame tries to pull a piece off Spirit's dress.
Spirit blocks it.
Flame tries to whip Spirit into the guardrail, but she reverses it.
Spirit takes her down with a spear.
Spirit pulls a piece off Flame's dress.
Flame covers herself.
Spirit whips Flame into the corner.
Flame whips Spirit into the ropes.
Spirit goes for a punch, but Flame reverses the move.

JR: Wait! Spirit's back up after that! Spirit retaliates with a right hand. Spirit with Flame in the corner. Spirit hoists Flame up on the top rope! SUPERPLEX! King do you know what Spirit is calling that?
KING: No not yet... but I'll know by the next time she's having a match!
JR: Flame appears to be hurt King... She's holding the back of her head!

(With Flame down on the mat holding the back of her head... Spirit rolls Flame over and then spanks her on the butt before grabbing her top and pulling it off. Spirit stands in the middle of the ring, posing with Flame's top. She spins the article of clothing high above her head a few times before shooting it out of the ring and into the crowd like a giant rubberband.)

KING: WOOHOO! PUPPIES!

(William Black and Lowedown both look at each other and clank their drinks together, each raising them in the air before taking a drink, apparently happy with what they're seeing.)

(Flame suddenly stops and holds her hands up and causes Spirit to stop in her tracks. Spirit looks confused as Flame asks for a microphone and looks
at Spirit who appears to be confused...)

Flame:Hang on a second my dear. I think we have been going about this the wrong way.

(Spirit looks confused as Flame tries to explain...)

Flame:These people don't want to see us wrestle. These people out here want to see us...in nothing...but bra and panties!

(Flame looks to the crowd and then towards Black and Lowedown as they both are nodding in agreement...)

Flame:Now I don't know about you, but I don't want to disappoint any of the peeps here tonight so I have no problem doing this.

(Flame tosses the microphone to Spirit as she then slowly begins to unbutton her skirt and then lets it drop to the mat to reveal a skimpy pair of black and white
panties. There are cuts on the side so that you can see more of Flame. Spirit looks at Flame and then brings the microphone up...)

Spirit:So that's what these people want to see? Is this what you people want to see?

(Spirit slowly hikes up her skirt a bit as the crowd goes wild...)

Spirit:Well, I guess I shouldn't keep you boys waiting I guess. Just don't be jealous my dear.

(Spirit then rips off her skirt to reveal a purple and black striped thong as Flame nods her head and applauds her...)

King:YAHHH! I need to interview them right now!

JR:Stay where you are King! Besides, Lowedown is stepping into the ring with Black!

King:YAHHH!

(Lowedown walks over and politely asks for the microphone...)

Lowedown:I don't know about you Black, but after seeing this...

(Lowedown walks over and holds Flame's hand and spins her around a few times...)

Lowedown:I think this girl is dirty and she needs to take a shower...with me!

(Lowedown tosses the microphone to Black who looks a bit surprised. "Candy" begins to play again as Lowedown leaps out of the ring and watches Flame climb out of the ring
and the leap right into her husband's arms. Lowedown turns around as he walks backwards and looks up at Black and raises his eyebrows towards him. Flame waves to both Black
and Spirit as they finally make their way through the entrance way...)
JR: We'll be right back!

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown walking down a hallway somewhere in the First Union Center. He stops at a locker room door and knocks. Ash opens the door and frowns.)

Ash: What do you want?

Judge: Ash, we have a six man tag match tonight.

Ash: You’re right.

(Ash tries to shut the door but the judge sticks hit foot in the door to stop if from closing. Ash looks very annoyed as the Judge starts to speak again.)

Judge: Don't we need to go over match strategy?

Ash: Actually… no we don’t. We’re willing to help you, but what I’m not willing to do is hold your hand. Consider this test number one. Scotty and I will keep up our end, you just make sure you keep up yours.

Judge: Alright, I see. I guess I'll see you out there then.

Ash: Let me add this. You better make sure we win tonight. If we don’t come out tonight a winner, then the training you got this week is going to seem like a walk in the park.

Judge: Look, my arm is still a little sore from last week. You think we could take it a little easy tonight?

Ash: Take it easy? Take it easy? *Bleep* no we aren’t going to take it easy. Nobody in this federation gives two *bleeps* about you, and they sure aren’t going to take it easy on you. Hell if you want the easy rode, grab your gear and get out of this building. I’m beginning to think we might have made a mistake with you kid, cause you have a long way to go.

(With that, Ash slams the door in The Judge's face. The Judge looks like he's about to explode, but then calms himself down and continues down the hallway.)

Judge: Sometimes I wonder why I put up with this.

(The Judge continues walking as we fade.)

ON YOUR FEET!

YOUR BMWF HERO'S HAVE ARRIVED!

(A series of explosions rock the stage as golden
sparks rain down from the rafters on both sides of the
entrance. The BruiserTron shows highlights from
pervious Cash matches to the hammering beats of
Psychopathic Rydas " Skrilla 4 Rilla". Stepping out
onto the stage is the BMWF Hero, the Super Megastar of
Professional Wrestling, the REAL King of Bling, and
all around good guy Cash Flo. Wearing his gold plated
sunglasses, a pair of dark green tights with gold
colored knee braces, black boots, and gold colored
grappling gloves, Cash looks simply Flo-tastic!)

(To his right is Mr. Flawless. Dark hair pulled back
into a pony tail, Flawless appears wearing dark red
tights, black arm and kneepads, and has his hands
tapped up to his elbows. Unlike in pervious
engagements, he looks more serious.)

(Behind them is Skiz " The Skizo" Skizzy. He's wearing
a pair of jeans and a hatchet man t-shirt.)

(Strutting like the men they believe they are, Cash
Flo and Flawless head to the ring while little Skiz
waves at the fans behind them, completely out of
character. Reaching the ring, Cash takes his time
climbing the stairs, since he doesn't want to rob the
world of his awe-inspiring intro. Flawless on the
other hand, enters the ring with the assistance of
Skiz. While Cash posses on the ring post, Flawless
starts to pose in the center of the ring, while Skiz
waves at the fans from his perch on the ropes. Cash
gestures for two mics. Once he gets them he tosses one
to Flawless as the music dies and the ranting begins.)

Cash: Now I understand that we have been a little
quiet since our Flo-tastic return at the pay-per-view.
But rest assured, that's over!

(Cheers)

Cash: Shut up! Who in the hell do you think you are
interrupting the King of Bling, the Super Megastar of
Professional Wrestling, the Living Hero, and all
around Super Cool Dude Cash Flo?! I'll tell you who
you are. Your nothing but an assembly of the worlds
most overrated group of American's, the Middle Class.

(Boos)

Cash: All you little BLEEPS do is complain. (Making his
voice higher) Where's my tax cut? I don't have a job,
because they moved it to Mexico! Gas prices are to
high! YADDA-YADDA-YADDA, SHUT UP!!! If you would stop
wasting your time sitting on your fat un-flo-tastic
@$$e$ and actually did something WORTHY of your time,
then perhaps you could better your situation. But you
don't. Let's face it, you all suck!

(Boos)

Cash: Me and my brother Flawless here are keen
examples of how good one can have it in America if
they do a little something called WORK! Look at us!
Perfect living examples of the American Dream. Look at
our faultless bodies, chiseled to absolute precision.
Now look at you losers, with your flabby arms, triple
chin blues, and @$$e$ bigger than Texas! Hey Flawless,
you know what these fans remind me of?

Flawless: What's that Flo?

Cash: The competition here in the BMWF. It is all
truly pathetic when you stop to take a good hard look
at it. I mean, lets just fire at random shall we.
Tonight, ladies and Cash-oholics, I am going to do a
run down of all the Jack @$$e$ in the BMWF that should
watch themselves from this point on, because it is
HUNTING SEASON.

Flawless: Who's first to be knocked down Flo?

Cash: How about that @$$ clown TOBEY BEMILKING.
Flawless, let me ask you a question. What in the blue
hell is this monkey boy milking?

Flawless: How about milking money from the company to
display his lack of wrestling ability in the ring. Or
maybe he's milking the fans from some real
entertaining segments on this show, like say, a
Lowdown segment.

Cash: Don't say that, because all Lowdown does is milk
the ratings! TOBEY needs to just shut his mouth,
because he's already getting on my bad side. He talks
about being the most hated man in the federation? YEAH
RIGHT! He's hated because he used the last of the
toilet paper in the ladies room the other day! That's
it. Does this Million Dollar Man look like he's
intimidated by some monkey boy that goes wee-wee on
women? HELL NO! TOBEY, you suck. Did you want to add
anything Flawless?

Flawless: I think you nailed my views on that Tobey
character. What do you think about the White Lightning
return?

Cash: Sucked. Don't get me started on what was the
worst part of the pay-per-view. Next to Tyrone losing
to that big bad Jack @$$ Masta P. Lightning only came
back because I came back. Let's face it, that kid
idolizes me just like Reno Fontayne and every other
jackrabbit in this dump. Did you see Kurt Dangle's
back.

Flawless: Yeah. What a joke. Bald Olympic Zero has to
come back and try to taint my shine? I don't even
begin to think so. He tries and I'll blast him back
down into injury hell! You cannot, CANNOT, compete
with the Future of this federation. Trying to do so is
just crazy.

Cash: No, you're wrong Flawless. Trying to mess with
this company's future is like playing Russian Rullet
with a loaded AK-47. You just don't do it. This
warning of course isn't just for Kurt Dangle or Tobey
BeMilking, this goes for everyone in this federation.
Its our time to shine and anyone foolish enough to
step up to the plate just might find themselves
getting their candy @$$e$ handed to them in Flo-tastic
Flawless style!

Flawless: You got that right Brotha' Cash. There's a
new power rising and it looks absolutely flawless. The
sooner you monkeys in the back come to terms with
that, the better! Skiz, open the ropes for this
federation's Kings!

(Skiz jumps up on the apron and parts the ropes as
Skilla 4 Rilla blasts on the PA. The fans are going
crazy as the two climb out of the ring. On the way up
the ramp, Cash rips apart a Scotty Scott sign, while
Flawless accidentally rips a Cash Flo sign. Before
Cash sees, he quickly tosses the pieces back into the
crowd.)

Mark: Kurt, a few weeks ago, you challenged The Bruiser to a match. So far that challenge has gone unanswered.

Mark: Well, I've heard that he isn't afraid. He just could care less about you and is punishing you by making you face jobbers!

Kurt: Jobbers? What the heck is a jobber? The average wrestling fan doesn't even know what a jobber is!

Kurt: Well, it doesn't matter what a jobber is! I'm going to go out and break this guy's ankle, then Bruiser will have to face me!It's true!

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"The Most Celebrated REAL Athlete in Pro-Wrestling" Kurt Dangle

(Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing his stars and stripes singlet. He flexes his neck then walks to the ring as red, white and blue pyro flares on the stage behind him.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Jack Vickery...
Weighing in at 217 pounds...

Steve Korino

*DING DING* JR: There's the bell!
Steve Korino puts Kurt Dangle in a front facelock.
Kurt Dangle is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Kurt Dangle breaks the hold after 5 seconds.
Kurt Dangle hits Steve Korino with a forearm to the back.
Kurt Dangle hits Steve Korino with a forearm smash.
Kurt Dangle uses a neck snap on Steve Korino.
You could hear a pin drop.
Kurt Dangle yells, "It's true! It's True!".
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Kurt Dangle gets a front facelock on Steve Korino.
Steve Korino reaches the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Kurt Dangle hits Steve Korino with a single-leg takedown.
Kurt Dangle hoists Steve Korino high into the air with a vertical suplex, then s
ends Steve Korino crashing hard to the mat.
Kurt Dangle executes a waistlock suplex on Steve Korino.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, Jack Vickery puts Steve Korino's foot on the rope.
Kurt Dangle hoists Steve Korino high into the air with a vertical suplex, then s
ends Steve Korino crashing hard to the mat.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Kurt Dangle hits a headlock takedown on Steve Korino.
Kurt Dangle goes for a vertical suplex, but Steve Korino blocks it.
Steve Korino kicks Kurt Dangle.
The crowd is booing Steve Korino.
Steve Korino kicks Kurt Dangle.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Kurt Dangle hits Steve Korino.
You could hear a pin drop.
Kurt Dangle punches Steve Korino.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Kurt Dangle goes for a front facelock, but Steve Korino counters it with
an inverted atomic drop.
Steve Korino punches Kurt Dangle.
Steve Korino is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Steve Korino punches Kurt Dangle.
Steve Korino is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Kurt Dangle chops Steve Korino.
Kurt Dangle punches Steve Korino.
Kurt Dangle runs into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle smacks Steve Korino with a devastating clothesline .
Kurt Dangle takes Steve Korino down with a stomp.
Kurt Dangle goes for a headscissors submission, but Steve Korino blocks it.
Steve Korino hits a vertical facebuster on Kurt Dangle.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, thr... kickout.
Steve Korino takes Kurt Dangle down with an elbowsmash.
Steve Korino almost takes Kurt Dangle's head off with a clothesline
Steve Korino goes for an abdominal stretch, but Kurt Dangle counters it with
a kneelock submission.
Steve Korino reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Kurt Dangle hits a waistlock suplex on Steve Korino.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two,

(The large Bruisertron projection screen turns to black and white static like a broken down television screen. The word SHODAN appears in the centre of the static in firebrick red writing with a thick black outline as the chorus to “Megalomaniac” by Incubus starts to play.)

Hey megalomaniac

You’re no Jesus

Yeah, you’re no (bleep)ing Elvis

Wash your hands clean of yourself baby

Maniac, step down, step down!

(The static fades away as does the SHODAN text. The scene changes to the night sky, it’s rather foggy and the full moon is semi-hiding behind a cloud. A man, named Shodan, stands atop a small mountain kicking and punching the air as if it was a sworn enemy, a man who had just slept with his wife. Shodan stops his shadow kickboxing routine and looks towards the camera and brushes a few strands of his blonde hair from his face.)

Shodan: Let me introduce myself to the viewing public of the BMWF, the loyal fans, I am Shodan, The One Winged Angel! Why am I nicknamed the One Winged Angel? Let me explain, basically, sometimes I can be an angel, I can be as cool as a cucumber but if anyone steps out of line with me they are going to see another side of me, a side of me they will never ever want to see again. I will go berserk and rip him apart limb from limb, arm from arm. I guess the fans like that, a man ripping apart another man, and I’m a fans man, I think they’ll enjoy me.

(Shodan crouches down to a lower position as the camera zooms in on his face, he grins towards the lens.)

Shodan: Ever since this promotion was built seven years ago I wanted to be a part of this, I wanted to be in the same situation that Tyrone Smith is right now, I wanted to be in the same situation that Master Z is right now but I’ve learnt that I’ve got to start at the bottom and then fly up the rankings faster than a rock climber on speed. I have had visions for seven years that I will be standing in the centre of the BMWF ring, live on Monday night Bedlam or live on Pay-Per-View, addressing the fans and smack talking my opponent. I have had visions for seven years that I will be standing in the centre of the BMWF ring with a large chunk of gold around my shoulder! I have had visions for seven years that the crowd will be chanting my name as I lock in a submission onto my opponent as they beg me for mercy, only I can make these visions become reality and I am going to make them reality!

(Shodan stands back up to a vertical position.)

Shodan: The name ‘Shodan’ will be on everybody’s lips in weeks to come! Are you ready to feel the pain of The One Winged Angel?

(Shodan places his hand up.)

Shodan: Don’t answer that!

(Shodan places his hand down again and smirks.)

Shodan: We’ll find out soon enough.

(Shodan turns around and walks down the small mountain as the camera focuses upwards on the now clearly visible full moon in the night sky.)

>>>

JR: Who was that, King?

KING: Some guy who's been wanting to be a BMWFer for 7 years!

>>>

(Michael Bole is seen standing outside the Women’s locker room. He knocks on the door. Brodie Manson answers from inside.)

Brodie: Who is it?

Bole: It's me...Michael Bole. I was wondering if...

Brodie: Yes, of course, Michael! I’ll be right out!

(Brodie opens the door and steps out, dressed in a “Roger Rabbit” robe, pink bunny slippers and a shower cap; her make-up is half-applied. Brodie smiles at Michael Bole as he looks back timidly.

Brodie: How do I look, Michael?

(She turns around a few times then looks back at Michael.)

Bole: You look...uh...

Brodie: Lovely?

Bole: Well...

Brodie: Stunning?

Brodie: Of course not, how silly of me. I’m just getting ready.

Bole: Okay. Anyway, you are fighting Dizi tonight for the Women’s Title. Are you nervous or anxious?

Brodie: Scared? Nervous? Anxious? No Michael I am not worried at all. In fact, I am extremely ecstatic! I can't wait to get in there and show compete for the Women’s Title. Dizi is a good champion and all but when I get it there she’ll learn just how tough the “Mansonator” is.

Brodie: Yeah, I’m trying to come up with a cool nickname. It hasn’t hit me yet.

Bole: I've been hearing rumors that Judge Moody is so upset with Dizi that she may interfere.

Brodie: Well, I can honestly say that I have no clue. All I know is that she likes hitting people with chairs. Why?

Bole: Well...

Brodie: Because Judge Cootie is a wayward soul, just crying out for attention. She feels left out in a crowd full of greater people so she must revert to violence. I was much like her but then I went to my “Angry is NOT Easy” seminar and it made me feel so much better about myself.

Bole: So, you seem to be doing pretty good for yourself. You’ve won your three matches so far and tonight…

Brodie: I will be the Women’s Champion.

Bole: So you’re very confident tonight?

Brodie: Yesh, confidence is all you need, Bole.

Bole: Well, thank you for your time, Brodie. You can go back to whatever it was that you were doing.

Brodie: Thank you, Bole. You come on back now, ya hear?

(Bole exits as Brodie heads back into the dressing room.)

(close.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
From Clearwater, Florida...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

LILLY: Her opponent...
Fighting out of Olympia, Washington...
Weighing in at 145 pounds...

Brodie Manson

(Brodie whips Dizi into the ropes and then hits her with a tremendous clothesline. Brodie picks her up and delivers a bulldog, sending Dizi's head smashing into the canvas. She goes to pick Dizi up again, but Dizi kicks Brodie in the face and then gets up. They both bounce against the ropes and
hit a double-clothesline, taking them both out. The ref begins to count.)

JR: They get up after 6 counts

(Brodie hits Dizi with a huge DDT and then climbs the turnbuckle. The crowd cheers because they know a high flying move is coming up. As Dizi slowly gets up, Brodie leaps off of the turnbuckle and connects with a hurricanrana. She then quickly pins Dizi.)

JR: Dizi gets a foot on the ropes!

(Brodie goes for a dropkick but Dizi sidesteps and hit nothing. The match continues…)

JR: Dizi uses a baseball slide on Brodie Manson.
Dizi nails Brodie Manson with armlock.
Dizi uses a dropkick on Brodie Manson.
Dizi gets distracted by the crowd, seems genuinely happy to see them all, smiles
, waves, talks to them as if she knows them.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Dizi whips Brodie Manson into the ropes.
Brodie Manson hits Dizi with an elbow.
Brodie Manson sends Dizi into the turnbuckle.
Brodie Manson charges into the corner, but Dizi moves out of the way.
Dizi nails Brodie Manson with a dropkick.
Dizi uses a dropkick on Brodie Manson.
Dizi goes for a headlock takedown, but Brodie Manson throws her off.
Brodie Manson nails Dizi with a DDT.
A small "Brodie Manson" chant is being started.
Brodie Manson is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Brodie Manson executes an armdrag takedown on Dizi.
Brodie Manson nails Dizi with a DDT.
A small "Brodie Manson" chant is being started.
Brodie Manson runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Brodie Manson with a clothesline.
Dizi hits Brodie Manson with a baseball slide.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Brodie Manson with a kick.
Dizi kicks Brodie Manson.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Dizi chops Brodie Manson.
You could hear a pin drop.
Brodie Manson hits her with an eye rake.

(Brodie and Dizi are still wrestling, with Brodie connecting with a monkey flip on Dizi. Dizi quickly pops back up and Brodie then nails an arm drag into an armbar. Dizi squeals as Brodie tightens her grip.)

King: This could be the end, JR!

(Dizi manages to get her right hand on the rope. Brodie respectfully releases.)

King: Or not.

(Brodie brings Dizi back to her feet and whips her into the corner. Following up, Brodie charges and lands a back-handspring elbow immediately followed by a bulldog. Brodie covers and the ref drops and counts.)

JR: 1…2..nope!

King: Close call, again. This is a very fast-paced match, JR!

(Once again Jet's catchy "Cold, Hard, BLEEP" comes over the PA. Spirit comes rushing down the isle towards the ring brandishing a wooden paddle with holes in it. Brodie appears to be ready though and swings at Spirit first, but Spirit ducks under Brodie's attack and then cracks her across the back of the head with the paddle.)

KING: GAH! Did you just see that JR? Spirit just cracked Brodie with that wooden paddle!
JR: What's she doing out here?!?

(Spirit then throws Brodie into the turnbuckles and hits a Superplex. With Brodie down in the middle of the ring, she gets a mic.)

SPIRIT: Hey Brodie... You wanna pop your mouth off about me? Well, that's not a nice thing to do. In fact, I think it's a bad thing... which means... you've been a bad girl...

(Spirit looks at the paddle lovingly for a second.)

SPIRIT: And I think that since you've been a bad girl... you need a SPANKING!!!

KING: A SPANKING??? WOOHOO!!!

(As the crowd lights up with a series of cheers, Spirit bends Brodie over the middle rope, and proceeds to spank her five times with the wooden paddle before raising the piece of wood high above her head and letting loose with one final spanking!)

KING: SPANKINGS! I LOVE SPANKINGS!
JR: I think everyone loves Spankings!

(Spirit eventually leaves Brodie on the mat holding her behind after playing to the crowd for a little bit.)

(Cash Flo is sitting in the dressing room with
Flawless and Skizzy.)

Cash: Is it me or does this card really suck?

Flawless: If you're referring to the fact that two of
the BRIGHTEST and most TALENTED Superstars in the
business today don't even have matches, then your
absolutely right. If anything, we could have taken on
the tag champs! That's more exciting a match to
witness then Scotty, Ash, and Judge taking on a bunch
of worthless @$$ monkeys.

Cash: You got that right brother. Since we got nothing
better to do tonight, why don't we do a run down of
all the matches? Pick the winners and what not. Sound
like fun?

Flawless: Sure. Hell, just because we don't have a
match, doesn't mean we can't still steal the show.
Let's do this.

Cash: (Picks up a piece of paper) Awesome Mike vs.
Mars. Cash says this match is going to suck worse then
watching a Lowedown Promo!

Flawless: That's bad, but what about those old B.W.O
Promo's that went on for like twenty minutes at a
time, discussing nothing more than a lot of brotherly
love crap! Remember those.

Cash: Don't remind me. I say the winner of this match
is Awesome Mike. You?

Flawless: Agree. Skizzy?

Skiz: Mars.

Cash: Dude, that just shows how much brain damage you
have!

Flawless: (Also looking at a paper) Flame vs. Spirit?

Cash: Ha! Everyone loses. Nobody wants to see these
stick figures wrestle, I mean, Flame unclothed is as
bad as seeing Barbara Bush naked! (Shutters) BLA!
Disgusting. Makes my damn skin crawl.

Flawless: You got that right brother. I'd rather see
the fat Logo naked then Flame or Spirit. But we still
have to pick a winner. I say Flame.

Cash: Flame.

Skiz: Flame.

Cash: Ash, Scotty, Judge jobber match?

Flawless: But Perish in this. He's not exactly a
jobber is he?

Cash: He sucks, what else do you want man. Scotty is
Mr. Nasty himself and Ash ain't nothing to laugh at.
Even though the Judge is. They are going to walk all
over their competition. Period.

Flawless: I agree. Skiz?

Skiz: I like cheese with my fish!

Cash: (Shaking his head) What's next?

Flawless: Kolic vs. Ezekiel in a AA match. Comments?

Cash: These two losers are seriously going to taint
this already terrible pay-per-view. The first title
match is going to put the fans at home and here
tonight to sleep quicker then you can say
lickity-split! But one must win, so I'm going with
Kolic.

Flawless: I disagree. I think both athletes are pretty
good, though their in ring time needs to be fixed,
because they both seriously suck on the mic. But I
think Ezekiel is going to walk out with the title.
Skiz?

Cash: (Interrupting) Don't keep asking that @$$ clown.
Next, we have Hardcore Harry vs. Tamer for the IC
belt. I think this match is going to be pretty
exciting, Tamer and Harry always put a lot in their
matches. Even though I think Tamer is a big @$$ monkey
and Harry needs a new GIMMICK! So, I will go with
Harry.

Flawless: We seem to be butting heads a little now
Cash, because I think Tamer is going to walk out with
the gold in this one. He's on a role. Besides, he has
the man beast Tyrone in his corner.

Cash: True. But Tyrone has his own problems tonight.
He can't be watching his boy toy all night. Or risk
getting hurt in a match that isn't his. I don't think
he'll come down to much in this one.

Flawless: Good point.

Cash: Of course it is, I made it. Next.

Flawless: Lowedown vs. White Lightning, scaffold
match. Now I think Lightning is as good as dead.
Lowedown doesn't lose these matches. Only dumb @$$e$
challenge him in these!

Cash: True. White Lightning has made a big mistake
gunning for the meannie winnie vet for his first match
back. Very stupid, because Lowedown is going to own
his @$$. This might also be the shortest match on the
card!

Flawless: No doubt about it. White Lightning is going
to come and then get his @$$ tossed. End of story.
Next.

Cash: We have Masta P vs. Tyrone vs. Black in a really
strange Fear Factor rip off gimmick match. First, I
don't understand why Black has a spot in this main
event? He's clearly not ready for main even status; I
mean he does SUCK after all. He's worse then the
Judge. And that's saying something. He's also clearly
going to be first wrestler pinned to the wheel and
sent flying to his doom. Management must really hate
him to put him up against P and T and no I don' t mean
Prime Time either. What this match should have been
was a rematch between to killer superstars, Tyrone and
P. That's what fans want to see, so just take Black
out of the way. I'm sure P and T will do it in no time
at all. I think this match will swing in Tyrone's
favor!

Flawless: Why?

Skiz: Yeah, why?

Cash: First of all, Skiz, don't speak. LISTEN! Tyrone
is angry because he was ripped off the last time these
two ladies danced and he's looking to settle the
score. If there is anything I know about this cat is
you don't make him angry. He'll kill you more than
once before your cold dead body touches the floor. P
may be the originally bad guy, but Tyrone is the new
sadistic king of the hill. So P, see ya!

Flawless: I don't think so. I think P is filled to the
rim with power, because he just won the gold and I
seriously doubt he's ready to lose it already. He's
going to do whatever it takes to retain that title.
So, I think Tyrone will be U.S. Champion and P the
World Champion.

Cash: Silly little limp doodle, Tyrone World champion
and P U.S. champion. End of story.

Skiz: I think Black will be the next World Champion!

(Cash and Flawless stare at Skiz for a second, before
all three busts a gut laughing.)

Cash: Good one Skiz! Didn't know monkey boys could be
so funny. So this pay-per-view won't be so bad, just
wish it had a little Flo-tastic flavor.

Flawless: Don't worry man; Bedlam will be our night to
shine!

Cash: Until Bedlam.

Flawless: Until Bedlam!

Fade

(The camera comes on and Witherspoon is leaning against a wall. He is wearing a pear of blue jeans and a black hoody. He holds a cigarette in his left hand and a remote in the other. He tosses the remote to the side and addresses the camera.)

Witherspoon: It’s finally here. Wheel of Destruction. Tonight you will all witness one of the bloodiest matches ever conceived. It’s going to be good. Me and Miliken hate each other, and Miliken and Howitzer hate each other, and me and Howitzer will tear each other apart to see who gets the privilege of ripping Miliken a new one. So either way, you are going to be witnessing a blood bath.

Witherspoon: Now, my odds coming into this match don’t look very good. After all, I have lost every match prior to this one. But let’s think about how I lost these. Toby Miliken power bombed me onto the steel ring steps and stunned me long enough to get a count out win. Good for him. He knows he can’t pin me or make me tap with out someone’s help. Then I faced Master Z in a non-title match. Master Z hit me with something like 2 atomic drops, and then through me to the outside and took a count out. Seems the World Heavy Weight Champion is in doubt as to whether or not he can pin me too. Then Kolic beat me fair and square and gave me a new respect for the lightweight division.

Witherspoon: Let’s look at some other facts. Tobey got himself messed up last week, so he’s not going to be at the top of his game. He’s probably making it seem worse then it is, but still, either way he did get messed up, so he won’t be at the top of his game. Howitzer is so pissed at Tobey for snatching his belt that he is going to focus on Tobey, and not on me. So I have some slight advantages. Needless to say, this match is going to be a show stealer.

(Witherspoon takes another drag on the cigarette, grabs the remote up and turns the camera off)

(Scotty is sitting in a chair looking at the mirror across the room. Ash walks in.)

Ash: This little experiment of ours it getting under my skin. I think we need to see how this kid deals with adversity. A little three on one if you get my drift.

Scotty: Ya sure ya wanna do this? I mean this is gonna be hard on him.

(Ash pretends to sniffle and shed a tear.)
Ash: Boo freaking Hoo. So it’s tough, you know for all the help we’re giving this kid I sure have heard a lot about this being “hard” and too much “work”. I say throw him to the fire and see if he can handle the heat.

Scotty: I am just not sure 'bout this. I wanna see this kid become a success.

Ash: I would like too as well. But I’m not gonna hold his hand.

Scotty: Do ya really think we need ta do this?

Ash: You getting soft? You want me to take it easy on your buddy?

Scotty: Nah, I just am not sure.

Ash: Just trust me on this, we didn’t get it easy on the way up and neither will he. He’ll earn what he gets, and will be all the better for it.

Scotty: Ok, I've trusted ya before now... So I'm gonna trust ya once more. But I want ya ta know I'm not so sure 'bout this.

(Ash shakes his head and walks into the bathroom leaving Scotty alone to prepare for their match.)

LILLY: This contest is a six man tag team match scheduled for one fall.

From San Quentin Correctional Facility... weighing in at 240 pounds...
Ash

His partner...
From Sturgis, SD... weighing in at 270 pounds...
Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks down into the ring through the tattered black towel draped over his head. His half of the BMWF World Tag Team titles is strapped around his waist. Suddenly, "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blats over the PA as Ash walks out. He has his half of the BMWF World Tag Team titles draped over his shoulder. Together they walk down to the ring. They enter the ring and walk to the center of the ring. Scotty folds his arms and stands there as Ash holds up his half of the titles over his head.)

Ash: We’ve been catching a lot of flack in the back over our decision to help the judge in his request for gold. So tonight we’re going to find out if this little experiment of our is going to work out. We’re going to see if he’s got the heart and the drive to do what it takes to become a champion. Scotty, let these fans know what you think about our opposition.

Scotty: Ya know, Shane is ok.... But he ain't me. Ravven... He couldn't even lace our boots... Kev Nash.... He ain't been the same since he stopped hangin' 'round Scott Haul. These guys are just wastes of our time. Ya know I just hate these guys... But ya know... I don't mind this match at all.... But then we have this matta of the Judge... Judge, tanight, we find out just what yer made outta... We find out if yer worth our time.... Beat us.... If ya's can... Survive... If we let ya's....

LILLY; Their partner...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 230 pounds...
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, wearing his "Judge" shirt and holding his gavel. 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 walks over to both Scotty Scott and Ash, who refuse to shake hands with him. The Judge takes the mic from the ring announcer and turns his attention to the fans.)

Judge: PHILADEL...

(Scotty Scott puts his hand on Judge's shoulder and shakes his head no as the crowd begins to boo.)

Judge: Tonight you are all going to witness the greatest tag team in history, Scotty Scott and Ash, team up with the soon-to-be greatest World Champion in history to defeat the lousy team of Shane Perish, Big Kev Nash, and my least favorite person in the world right now...Ravven.

(The crowd begins to cheer a little bit for Ravven, but mostly to taunt The Judge.)

Judge: I understand what I had to do, I had to give my Light-Heavyweight title over and I did that, but Ravven, I don't want you to consider it a free gift. I will always own that title, whether I'm holding it or not, and tonight I'm going to send that message out to all the light-weights in the back through you!

JR: Seems like he's jealous!

Judge: So Ravven, Kev, Perish....tonight you will see exactly why Scotty, Ash, and I are a force to be dealt with, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Scotty Scott, Ash, and Judge head into their corner and as The Judge is about to exit the ring, Scotty Scott grabs him by the collar and brings him back in. Scotty Scott and Ash stand on the turnbuckle as Judge starts the match.)

JR: Looks like Ash and Scotty want Judge starting the match!

LILLY: Their opponents...
From Los Angeles... weighing in at 267 pounds...
Shane "Sy" Perish

(The lights dim to a complete darkness.)

PA: Now its your time to Perish!!!

(A blinding flash goes off with a thunderous boom. "Superstar 2" by Saliva hits the PA system. Blue laser light go over the crowd accompanied by golden strobes. Shane comes out from behind the curtain alone. He stares down the ramp at Scotty, Ash and Judge. A scowl crosses Shane's face.)

JR: You have to wonder whats going thru his mind right now.

King: Your right JR, He knows he's about to get his butt whipped.

JR: After his words earlier in the night you know Shane isn't happy with his cousin.

King: And I'm sure Scotty Scott is to thrilled with those words either.

(Shane starts on his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring he sldies in and walks straight up to Scotty Scott looking down at him.)

JR: The tension has reached a boiling point King.

King: Don't do anything stupid Perish just lay down.

(Shane laughs and backs up nodding his head.)

King: He's laughing thats not good.

(Shane charges forward nailing his cousin with a devasting clothesline.)

JR: OH MY GOD!!

King: WHAT!!!

(Shane's nails Judge with a Superkick sending him to the mat. Then turns and takes a right hand from Ash. Ash continues his assualt on Shane. Suddenly Shane takes Ash to thew ground with a diving tackle.)

JR: His partners aren't even out here yet and he's started the match alone.

His partner...

From Short Hills, New Jersey... weighing in at 235 pounds...
Ravven
Their partner...
From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at 317 pounds...
"Big Sexy" Kev Nash

*DING DING*

JR: Shane Perish takes The Judge down with a DDT and goes for a pinfall.
1...2...NO! The Judge kicks out!

King: Both men need to make a tag!

(The Judge crawls over to his corner and goes to tag in Ash!)

JR: Wait! Scotty Scott and Ash just stepped off the ring apron! I don't believe this! They're going to make The Judge fight all three men on his own!

(Shane Perish tags out to Big Kev Nash and he goes to work on The Judge)

JR: Kev Nash with a legdrop on The Judge!

(Scotty Scott and Ash climb over the ring barrier and sit down on folding chairs amongst the fans.)\

(Ravven and The Judge are now the legal men.)

JR: The Judge takes down Ravven with a clothesline.

King: How is The Judge going to beat three men?

JR: Ravven gets to his feet and The Judge kicks him in the stomach. The Judge then runs against the ropes and hits a scissors kick!

(The Judge heads to the top turnbuckle but Big Kev Nash jumps off the ring apron and begins to make his way towards The Judge. As he passes Scotty Scott and Ash, Ash levels him with a chair shot to the head!)

King: Hey! No fair! I thought they weren't getting involved!

JR: Shane Perish rushes the ring and The Judge hits him with the Gavel Smash instead of Ravven!
The Judge rolls Shane Perish out of the ring as Ravven gets up behind him.

King: Look out Judge!

(As Ravven gets to his feet and charges The Judge, The Judge suddenly sidekicks him out of nowhere!)

JR: The Judge just leveled Ravven! He goes for the pin!

>>>

(We cut to the Bruisertron as the lights in the First Union Center dim, and a siren begins to blare.)

King: ARGH! FIRE!

JR: I think its part of the video package.

King: Phew! You can understand me being worried tonight!

(Upon the screen appears the image of a burning cross)

King: Hey that’s blasphemy JR!

JR: Quiet King…

(The cross starts to twist, as the flames continue to burn until a flaming ‘B’ appears. Over the loud speaker Ezekiel is heard)

Ezekiel: Tonight Kolic, you will need more than religion to survive. The light is coming for you!

(fade)


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