JR:Does anyone have any idea why we have a podium in the middle of the ring?

King:Maybe we're going to have a presidential debate here tonight.

JR:I thought the two candidates were in Las Vegas this week or somewhere around there?

King:Well, either way...it'll sure give me a chance to read the latest BMWF magazine while those two morons are going at it!

JR:There's only one podium in the ring so it must be...

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

(Suddenly, "Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play as Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame make their way out of entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown is wearing a three
piece suit and waving to the crowd. Lowedown has a bandage covering his forehead as he holds Flame's hand as they proceed to the ring. Dozer walks behind them carrying a steel
chair as he keeps his eyes open for anyone. Lowedown extends his hand out and helps Flame up the steel steps and then follows behind her. Dozer climbs up and steps into the ring
and then walks over to the corner...)

JR:I guess we are going to get an exclusive here from Lowedown tonight!

King:I want to know how he was able to pick up Lightning up three times and drove him through six tables! One worse than the next!

(Lowedown pauses as he pulls an envelope from his coat pocket, unfolds it, and places it on the podium. Lowedown clears his throat as he pours himself a glass of water and takes a
small sip before speaking...)

Lowedown:Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to take this opportunity to speak to each and everyone of the BMWF superstars sitting in the back listening to this. I have three major
issues here that I would like to address here tonight. First of all, I would like to say to each and everyone here tonight that the Wheel of Destruction is going to be one of the biggest
night ever in BMWF history and everyone here tonight should be ready for one hell of a night! Tonight, you will see Lowedown finally shut that no talent, low carder, waste of space you
know as White Lightning swan dive into tables and not get up!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:However, there is three issues that I need to speak on and I wish to say them here and now. I would like to take this time to speak to each and everyone here in this arena, watching
this at home, and in the BMWF. There are a few people in the back who feel that I have disrespected them in some way,shape, or form. On one hand, I understand where they are coming from in
some strange form, but on the other hand, I hope they understand where I am coming from.

(Pause)

Lowedown:When I am in this ring, I am all about the business. Whether I am just in here ranting like I am now or doing some stupid @$$ joke on someone else just to get them riled up, I am
doing what I do for the people out here. I come out here each and every week and do what I do so well because it's all about these people! These people here and around the world are why we
are here and I thank them for that!

(Crowd pops)

Lowedown:But I've apparently have confused some people with my wrestling style and what I'm all about so I am going to do something for those people that I have never done before. I am
going to shed the Lowedown persona and...and apologize to the select few who feel I have done them a great injustice. So, if you would please listen...

King:Huh? Has Lowedown lost his mind?

JR:I think so. Something has definitely flipped his switch here tonight in Philidalphia.

Lowedown:To Ezekial, I attacked you like a rabid dog for one simple reason. I attacked you to wake you up a bit. You have great potential in this business and I will be the first to admit it. I
felt the need to give you a lesson in how to take a beating like a true competitor. You will realize that this business isn't ballet. It's tougher than it looks. I've been in this business long enough
to be able to joke around and throw the occasional rib on anyone here. I feel that once you learn what this business is truly all about, you will rise to the high ranks without question.

(Lowedown pauses as he looks down at his notes...)

Lowedown:Witherspoon, you and I have bounced back and forth when it comes to what to disrespect and and yes...you could have tossed Tobey on top of me and Tobey might very well be
the Hardcore champion as we speak.

(Crowd boos)

Lowedown:But that's not the way it turned out after all. You still put me on top of Tobey to get the win and I did appreciate that. I thank you for that...and I apologize if you feel that I have
disrespected you. I feel that once you truly find your path here, you will become a legend in this sport. I guarantee it.

JR:I don't get it. This is very strange.

King:I think Lowedown is going for the nominee for best actor in a wrestling program.

Lowedown:And finally, to anyone who feels that I have truly disrespected them for any issues here and now...I apologize. Tonight, I look to start something new here in the BMWF. I wish to
show the men who have signed up for the LwO battle royal my gratitude for believing in the true issue of my beliefs. So, after I beat Lightning here tonight by dropping him through those
tables, I am going to offer this...

(Lowedown pulls the BMWF Hardcore title from around his waist and holds it up in the air...)

King:He wouldn't do it...would he?

JR:I don't know.

Lowedown:To the true winner of the LwO battle royal, the man who is able to throw all the opponents over the top rope next monday night at Bedlam, will be the NEW BMWF Hardcore
champion! How about that people? You will become not only the newest LwO member, but you will become the Hardcore champion in one night! Who else offers those kind of perks?
How about it Tobey? You say you have money and big limousines and all the fancy perks, but do you honestly have a title to call your own? I know Howitzer does. So this is a true gift
from me to one of you.

King:YAHHH! I don't believe it!

JR:Something is up here! I've never known Lowedown to hand a title to anyone.

Lowedown:You see, I've been a multiple champion here and I've been a champion in all four corners of the globe. Hell, I'm pretty much a d@mn legend in Japan! They call me the Red Dragon
down there. Now, I don't know how to say it in Japanese, but that's pretty d@mn good in my book! I've held the World title five times and one day, I will hold it again down the road, but now I
am more looking forward to handling my business in my own personal way. Now, if by some strange way I walk out of here without the Hardcore title, I guess I will have to just have to compensate
the loss of a belt with this...

(Dozer walks over with a briefcase as Lowedown opens it up to reveal a huge pile of cash...)

Lowedown:$250,000 dollars. That's right boys! A quarter of a million dollars and the privilege of becoming the first LwO member! That is the way I like to show my appreciation to the ones who
had the courage to step up and wish to become...a friend of mine.

(Lowedown pauses as he steps away from the podium and pulls the microphone away...)

Lowedown:However, there is one man who has a problem here tonight and he is my opponent tonight...White Lightning.

(Crowd boos at the mention of Lightning's name...)

Lowedown:Lightning, you have done everything and anything to try and bring me down and all it's done has made me stronger than ever. You attacked my brother, you drug me behind a car, and
you even tried to have me lose the Hardcore title to Tobey. Now did you really want that? Neither did I. You and I are going up there tonight on this scaffold and only one of us is coming down
through all the tables that will stacked up here. You will be dropped through table after table after table and I will be standing over your broken body! I will be laughing as you look up at me with
that last glimpse of hope in your eyes! Tonight, you talk about my career ending here tonight? The only career going out to pasture is yours!

(Lowedown pauses as he walks right up to the camera...)

Lowedown:HEY LIGHTNING! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK YA MELEE MOUTH SONOFABLEEP! THAT IS THE LOWEDOWN ON THAT!

("Lean Back" by Terror Squad begins to play again as Lowedown and Flame walk around the ring and wave like royalty. Dozer finally drops the steel chair out of the ring and follows out of the
ring behind them...)

JR:Lowedown has just dropped a bombshell here tonight!

King:Lowedown is going to offer the BMWF Hardcore title as the prize for winning the battle royal next week!

JR:I think Lowedown has officially lost his mind here to be honest.

King:Think of it J.R! Tobey Miliken could be the new Hardcore champion!

(J.R and the King look at each other...)

JR&King:YAHHHH!

(The Bruisertron fades to black...)

>>>>

(Bruiser is standing in the back watching the monitor along with Slim Jim Sullivan.)

BRUISER: Did he just steal another one of my catch phrases?

SLIM JIM: I don't think so.

BRUISER: SHUT UP, YA MELEE MOUTH SONOFABLEEP! no go get me a beer before I get bleeped off!

SLIM JIM: Now, see here! I'm not your butler!

BRUISER: WHAT?

SLIM JIM: Don't you dare touch me! I have a fleet of lawyers, you know!

BRUISER: Do ya have a fleet of doctors?

(silence)

SLIM: I'll go get your beer!

(Slim leaves as Bruiser gives him the evil eye...)

>>>

(A figure sits alone cloaked in darkness)

A third time I cross paths with my opponent. Twice the title has not
changed, but tonight...

(The light suddenly turns on, revealing Kolic sitting alone in a chair)

Kolic: What the...Bob?

Bob the Janitor: Oops, sorry Kolic! Just came in to borrow the dry vac!

Kolic: That's all right, I wasn't pulling off the Ezekiel thing very well.
Zeke, good luck tonight, I'll see you in the ring.

(Kolic walks out of the ring as the camera fades)

>>>
 

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

The BMWF All-American Champion...
Kolic

(A bright flash of light suddenly fills the arena)

King: Whoa!

(A smooth guitar riff kicks in, followed by drums and a spoken voice)

PA: YOU MOCK ME BECAUSE I'VE CHANGED...

(The same riff and drums sound)

PA: I PITY YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T...

(Pyros flash as the rest of "In Me" by Kutless plays. Kolic walks out to
thunderous applause, wearing the All American title around his waist. He
runs down to the ring and slides under the ropes. He hands his title to the
ref and waits for the match to start.

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

Ezekiel
 
(The arena lights fade)
 
P.A: THE TRUTH – THE LIGHT – THE FUTURE
 
(Suddenly flash flares erupt from the ringposts, and ‘In the Shadows’ by The Rasmus starts to play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down to the ring in a black hooded cloak.  In one hand he carries the chair, and in the other an ominous looking duffel bag)
 
CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!
 
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m done with finding the answer…
 
(The flares continue to burn as he makes his way around the ring.  Stopping by the timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and places the duffel bag on it.)
 
P.A: I been watching - I been waiting - in the shadows for my time - I been searching - I been living - for tomorrows all my life…
 
(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre.  The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a white leather kilt and white boots.  Ezekiel looks up at the impressive wire ‘B’ hanging above the ring.  He pulls a microphone from his waistband.)
 
Ezekiel: An impressive structure, Kolic I must commend you in picking such a meaningful match.  Nonetheless do not rest on your laurels, fate is unusual and will rob at a moments notice.

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: The match has begun!

Kolic and Ezekiel trade punches.
Kolic blocks a punch and returns a punch.
Kolic hits a clothesline.
Ezekiel stands, and Kolic hits a clothesline.
Kolic hits a Russian legsweep.

King: What an exciting start! If the match stays this way, I'll be asleep in
five minutes!

JR: Kolic whips Ezekiel into the ropes and follows in with a clothesline!
He's laying into him with karate kicks, finishing off with a kick to the
head! Kolic stands on the top rope, Ezekiel gets to his feet, and Kolic hits
a plancha! He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Ezekiel executes gutwrench powerbomb on Kolic.
The crowd erupts.
Ezekiel executes a bulldog on Kolic.
Ezekiel catches Kolic in ankle lock.
Kolic makes it to the ropes after holding out for 12 seconds.
Ezekiel runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits Kolic with an elbow.
Ezekiel uses a legsweep on Kolic.

JR: Ezekiel looking in top shape here tonight, he has had a hard month both mentally and physically.
 
King: Ha, all those losses and that beating from Lowedown!
 
JR: It has been tough, but it hasn’t fazed him. Ezekiel is as tough as old boots.
 
JR: Ezekiel and Kolic going at it in the ring, shoulder block by Ezekiel sends Kolic to the canvas. A quick nip-up from Kolic, then two men circling each other, they lock up armbar takedown by Ezekiel into a guillotine choke. Kolic contorts his body to escape, both men back on their feet.
 
KING: I could’ve have done all of that!
 
JR: In what life?

Ezekiel runs into the ropes.Ezekiel whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic almost takes Ezekiel's head off with a clothesline
Kolic takes Ezekiel down with a spin kick.
Kolic almost takes Ezekiel's head off with a clothesline
Kolic executes a Russian legsweep on Ezekiel.
Kolic nails Ezekiel with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic takes Ezekiel down with irish whip.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Ezekiel with a clothesline.
Kolic nails Ezekiel with a frog splash.
Kolic nails Ezekiel with spinning headscissors.
Numerous fans are using Kolic for target practice.

JR: Ezekiel quick off the mark, a combination of lefts and rights on Kolic. Kolic in the corner, a couple of stiff boots to the gut of Kolic. Kolic thrown to the outside, Ezekiel follows and throws Kolic into the steel steps. Kolic’s leg crashed into the metal steps there. Ezekiel with a couple of kicks to the back of the leg, followed by an elbow drop. Ezekiel rolls in and out the ring to break the ref’s count.
 
(Ezekiel throws Kolic’s left leg into the ring steps once again, then throws him into the ring.)
 
JR: Ezekiel back to his feet, he’s not looking too happy.
 
(Ezekiel starts stomping on the inside of Kolic’s leg)
 
JR: Ezekiel lifting Kolic to his feet, Kolic seems to be favouring his leg. A big right hand from Ezekiel knocks him straight back down again. Ezekiel dragging Kolic to the ring post.
 
King: This looks like it going to hurt.
 
*CRACK*
 
JR: That was a sickening noise
 
Ezekiel hits Kolic with a drop toehold.
Ezekiel whips Kolic into the ropes.
Ezekiel misses with a kick.
Kolic misses with a clothesline.
Kolic almost takes Ezekiel's head off with a clothesline
Kolic nails Ezekiel with a spin kick.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Kolic smacks Ezekiel with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic goes for a frog splash, but Ezekiel rolls out of the way.
Ezekiel executes a belly-to-back suplex on Kolic.
Ezekiel sits on the turnbuckle in the corner of the ring when opponent has been
knock for six, looking somewhat dissapointed of his opponent.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Ezekiel goes for an armbar submission, but Kolic blocks it.

 
(Ezekiel forces Kolic to the outside, and dominates Kolic outside of the ring. When they come back in, Ezekiel tries to lock in another guillotine. After locking it in he grabs Kolic’s arm and hyper-extends it in an armbar)
 
JR: Ezekiel looking to do some damage to that left arm of Kolic with some interesting combination submission holds, looks like he’s come out with a game plan tonight.
 
KING: Kolic needs full use of his arms if he’s to climb along those wires!

JR: Kolic takes Ezekiel down with a 619.
Kolic whips Ezekiel into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits Kolic with a clothesline.

JR: This match has been grueling for both wrestlers. Kolic looks like he has
the best shot at the title; he's climbing a cable...he's to the backbone of
the B...but he spots Ezekiel getting to his feet outside the ring. He's
turning away from the title, what is he going to do?

King: He's decided he doesn't want the title anymore!

JR: Kolic's swinging on the cable, gathering momentum...OH MY GOD!

King: JR! Only he gets to say that!

JR: I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW! KOLIC JUST SWUNG OUT OFF THE CABLE TO
HIT A MONSTER DROPKICK ON EZEKIEL! BOTH MEN LOOK LIKE THEY'RE OUT!

King: There's no referee to count them out! This match could last all night!
YAHH!

JR: Somebody get the paramedics out, they...wait, Kolic somehow makes it to
his feet! He's slowly climbing the turnbuckle! He could win it here!

JR: Kolic with a big elbow to the side of Ezekiel’s head, Ezekiel down on the mat.
(Kolic locks in a headlock, after a minute Ezekiel reaches the ropes. Kolic quickly to his feet again, and places a boot to the gut of Ezekiel. Kolic goes to do the same again, however Ezekiel catches Kolic’s boot and places a swift kick to the back of the knee causing Kolic to crash to the mat)
JR: What an unexpected move from Ezekiel, he seemed to be in bad trouble there, now he has an Achilles lock on Kolic. Kolic frantically reaching for the ropes!
 
King: Kolic to the ropes, the ref breaking the hold!
 
(Ezekiel breaks the hold and drags Kolic back the middle of the ring where he locks in a reverse armbar)
 
JR: Ezekiel continuing to work on Kolic’s arm here tonight. Will it have the effect Ezekiel is looking for?
 
King: I don’t know JR, but I’m pretty sure I’ve not seen anyone being bent like that since my high school days!

JR: Ezekiel takes Kolic down with a drop toehold.
Ezekiel whips Kolic into the ropes, but Kolic reverses it.
Ezekiel hits Kolic with a kick.
Ezekiel goes for a bulldog, but Kolic blocks it.
Kolic nails Ezekiel with a Russian legsweep.

JR: We may have a stalemate! Both Kolic and Ezekiel are climbing to the
title on the same side! They meet at the two curves of the B and are trading
punches! Kolic seems to have an idea...

King: That's a news flash!

JR: Kolic's swinging...NO WAY! He just threw Ezekiel off the cable with a
hurricanrana! We've seen awesome athleticism from both competitors!

King: I'm surprised they haven't killed each other yet!

JR: They're both down again! What a match!

(after an 8 count....)

JR: Ezekiel's climbing a cable, he's getting close to the title...wait!
Kolic just jumped up and pulled Ezekiel off! Kolic's signaling for the
Binary Blast! He Irish Whips Ezekiel into the ropes...and hits it! Kolic's
exhausted from this long match, but he's somehow crawling to the turnbuckle!

King: So am I!

JR: He's climbing the rope...

NO! Ezekiel pulls him down!

JR: Both men have been close to reaching that belt, hanging on those wires after the fight they’ve had tonight is tough!
 
King: Ya JR. Both guys looking tired now.
 
JR: Down to conditioning now
 
King: Or who can hit the big move
 
JR: Here we go Ezekiel whipped to the ropes
 
Kolic rebounds
 
Ezekiel slides under the Binary Blast, that would have been the end. Kolic turns, boot to the gut by Ezekiel
(Ezekiel goes for a Bona Fide, as Kolic reaches the top of the powerbomb arc he propels himself up and grabs onto the cables)
 
King: YAH!!!
 
JR: What a counter by Kolic, boots to the head of Ezekiel – Kolic closing in on the belt.
 
(Kolic gets a hand on the belt before being viciously pulled from the wires by Ezekiel, causing Kolic to land awkwardly)
 
JR: A tough knock to Kolic. Ezekiel lifting Kolic into position for a Bona Fide…
 
(This time Ezekiel holds Kolic on the top of the arc, and walks over to the ropes)
 
 JR: BONA FIDE TO THE OUTSIDE, he just Bona Fided Kolic over the top rope.
 
(Ezekiel staggering climbs the turnbuckle and grabs the sire.)
 
JR: Ezekiel slowly hand over hand to the belt, Kolic stirring on the outside. Ezekiel with a hand on the belt…

He's got it!

The crowd is giving Ezekiel a standing ovation.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner...and NEW All American Champion... Ezekiel!

KING: Wait! Is Ezekiel even an American?

JR: No, he's from Parts Unknown!

KING: YAHHHH!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The Bruisertron suddenly lights up showing a scene of hooded people all carrying unlit torches.  One of them walks foreward with a lit one as a guitar riff begins beating from the speakers.  The hooded figures touch their torches to the lit one revealing themselves standing in a Stonehenge type area, a square with a pentagram drawn in the middle.)

(As the words to Twiztid’s “We Don’t Die” Blare from the speakers the Bruisertron shows an image of Tobey Miliken walking down the ramp in a glittery robe accompanied by Misty Rivers.)

We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freek *bleep*

(The scene switches to one of Howitzer climbing onto a turnbuckle with The World Television title strapped around his waist.  Be beats on his chest with both of his fists.)

Apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with heart
But is cold as ice and broken twice

(The scene switches again to one of Witherspoon standing at the top of the ramp in his Trench coat and Witherspoon shirt grinning and nodding.)

Now I walk with an axe
Dressed in all jet black with contacts
Straight maniac
Warlock, Samhain and Salem's Lot
Sand through the hour glass ticking of the clock

(The scene moves to one from Fallout of Howitzer hitting Witherspoon with the BFG and the ref making the three count and raising Howitzer’s arm.)

If you don't know by now it's too late
We the most serious thing on the market since date rape
We the dead
We don't explain or feel pain, beserko
Keep it underground to maintain

(Scene switches to a view in a locker room as Tobey breaks a mirror over Howitzer’s head and snatches up Howitzers Television title.)

*bleep* you better checknuts
I'm doing voodoo in 66 in 6 months
Ridin' in a digged out hearse with gold spokes
Puffin' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it's like that

(The scene switches to one of Tobey Miliken holding the World Television title with his name spray painted over Howitzer’s.)

Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die

 

(Scene switches to Witherspoon Locking in Binned on Tobey Miliken and Tobey thrashing around in pain)

Coming up outta the ground
From the underground tunnel of dirt
Keep away from the mainstream lover
Just want somebody to move and get hurt
Got your hole dug deep in the dirt
Can't hurt?

(Scene show’s Howitzer Slamming Tobey’s head into the ring post.  Scene then switches to Howitzer crouching down and running at Tobey, hitting him with a flying tackle)

What BLEEPED mutha*bleep* makin' love to the press?
With a *bleep* name tattoed on your chest
Me and mutha*bleep* madrox, hauntin' the joint
Bringin' death to the people who don't get the point
We dont die

(Scene switches to Howitzer and Tobey fighting on top of the semi truck.  Howitzer power slams Tobey from the truck and looks down at him as Misty Rivers bolts from behind a wheel and snatches the Tv Title up and runs into the arena.)

Uh huh, we unreal
Just like a seven dollar bill
Voice my opinion regardless on how you feel
Freek *bleep*
It ain't about being rich
It's about juggalos and runnin' with lunatics

(Scene shows Tobey getting tended to by Emt’s as he’s strapped into a stretcher.)

As long as y'all rock this we won't quit
We do it all for y'all, I mean that BLEEPED
Everyone of y'all means everything to me
We breathe for y'all, that's why we call it the family

 

(Scene show’s Darklord walking down from the ramp, up into the ring and walking over to Witherspoon.)

Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die

(Scene shows Tobey Miliken breaking a mirror over Witherspoon’s skull and then slamming his head into a pipe, denting it heavily and causing steam to leak from it.)

It's hard to explain the element my
Self inflicted pain
Were not positive, and upliftin'
*bleep* you, walk a mile in our shoes
Experience hard times and payin' helly dues

(Tobey grabs Witherspoon’s head and thrusts it into the blast of heated steam, Witherspoon writhing on the ground in pain from it.)

Freek BLEEPED
What I live what I breath
Casted out Mutant X like his disease
Still trying to ban our sound
Cuz supposedly it would be resurrecting
The dead from under hollow ground

(Scene show’s Witherspoon sitting in his locker room blowing a cloud of smoke at the camera.  Then it show’s a scene of Witherspoon busting into Howitzer’s room and throwing him against the lockers.  He smashes his head into a wall, then takes a steel chair and busts it over Howitzer’s head laying him out.  Witherspoon pulls out a can of spray paint and walks over to a wall.)

You in the dead zone, 10 points for us
You smellin' cigarette smokes right before your lungs bust
Plus, you can't trust him
But I can bust him in half
Sit back and laugh at all the BLEEPED I did

(Scene show’s Witherspoon slamming Tobey Miliken through a table and into the steel ring steps with a crucifix, busting him open.)

Can you do that?
Could you school that?
Better yet, I'm a wigged serial killa
Type war death

(Scene show’s Howitzer pulling Tobey from his Limo and throwing him to the ground kicking him in the side.)

Freekshow, different from the rest
But I, love it though
Put you to the test

(The scene switches to a close up image of The World Television Title.  The Camera pulls away revealing on off white surrounding to the title.  As the camera backs up it reveals a goat skull, horns still attached to it floating in the darkness of the screen.  As the camera continues to back up and the Chorus repeats it the title appears to be a glowing center in the skull’s eye socket.)

Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killas, we don't die
Freeks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die

(FADE)

>>>

KING: What was that, JR?

JR: Some people call it music.

KING: Weirdos!

>>>

(The Bruisertron lights up to show Dizi with her manager and brother Donnie making their way back to the dressing room when all of a sudden a masked man can be seen behind them holding a steel chair. He quietly makes his way closer to them before winding back and striking Dizi's brother over the head. Before Dizi can react she is grabbed from behind her mouth covered by the masked man and dragged around a corner.)

JR: Good lord Dizi's brother just got hit with a steel chair!

King: And Dizi's been taken away somebody do something!

(The scene opens again in a garage where a black Cadillac Deville is running and waiting in the lot. Dizi appears again with the masked man only to be thrown into an open trunk and have the lid slammed down. Not wasting any time, the masked man enters the driver's side of the vehicle and peels out of the garage.)

JR: That man just kidnapped Dizi!

King: This is really unbelievable!

>>>

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare over the PA as White Lightning and Big Kev Nash step out onto the stage. Both men pause to look into the crowd. Soon they begin to walk down to ringside. White Lightning trash talks a few fans before he enters the ring. Big Kev walks around the ring and grabs a microphone and then enters the ring. Big Kev hands the microphone to White Lightning.)

White Lightning: PHILADELPHIA…. SUCKS!!!!

(Boos begin to come over the crowd.)

White Lightning: Today is Judgment Day! Today is the day that I finally rid the BMWF of Lowedown! Lowedown, you are the one that asked for this Scaffold match. You must have thought that you had some kind of an advantage going into this match. Well…you don't! Lowedown, you have dug yourself the grave, and tonight I'm going to bury you!

(Crowd Boos Loudly)

White Lightning: Lowedown, you will realize that I am just better than you. You will realize that I am THE Legend of the BMWF! Not you, or anyone else in this federation can stop me.

(An "@$$-hole" chant begins)

White Lightning: I am to show the world tonight, that you are a tired out, washed up, has-been. Your time in the spotlight is up. It is time for the White Lightning Era to reign supreme!

(More Boos)

White Lightning: Tonight, Lowedown…. you're gonna be my BLEEP! And in case you have forgotten…YOU SUCK!!!!!

(White Lightning throws down the mic and exits the ring as "Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX blares over the PA.)

>>>

(Cash Flo, Skizzy, and Flawless are sitting in a
nicely decorated locker room looking super cool as
only they can.)

Flawless: We totally nailed that promo tonight!

Cash: Undoubtedly.

Skiz: Yeah.

Flawless: I bet half the fed is quivering with fear
right now.

Cash: (Chuckles) The other half is wetting themselves,
because they know what I'm capable of.

Flawless: You mean beating people with dead fish?

Skiz: Yeah.

Cash: No. All those Flo-tastic Beat Downs I'm capable
of. Look at the list Flawless. I've taken them all out
at one point or another. Ash, Maverick, Dreadnaught,
Lowdown, The One, White Lightning, Judge, Conner Lynn,
Kurt Dangle, Phantom, Chris Jericho, and a hell of a
lot of others that I can't even begin to think of
right now. Those previously mentioned shall feel
delighted to be mention by yours truly!

Flawless: Well that list is just going to get longer
now.

Cash: Undoubtedly.

Skiz: Yeah.

Cash: (Glaring at Skiz) What the hell are you doing?

Skiz: Nothing.

Cash: You keep saying yeah. Why?

Skiz: No reason. Just wanted to be involved in this
promo. It sucks just being the ring guy.

Cash: Hey, you should consider yourself damn lucky to
be doing that stuff Skizzy @$$.

Skiz: True. Because at least I get to be close to her.

Flawless: (Voice lowered) He likes someone.

Cash: Who? Judge!

Flawless: Dizi.

Cash: That girl with brain damage?

Flawless: She doesn't have brain damage.

Cash: Really? That's what it looks like to me. Why in
the hell are you whispering her name?

Flawless: Because when someone else mentions her name,
he goes a little na-na-na-na, if you catch my drift.
He breaks into one of his other selves.

Cash: Which one?

Flawless: His smooth operator mode dubbed (lowers his
voice more) Disco Jones. Just keep those two names on
the down low or you'll trigger a switch.

Cash: You have got to be kidding me?

Flawless: Wish I was.

Skiz: What are you guys talking about?

Cash: (Grinning) You like disco music?

Skiz: What?

Cash: Disco? You know, that 70's beat that can't be,
uh, beat.

Skiz: No. Why?

Cash: Nothing.

Skiz: Okay. I'm going to go get a coke. Either one of
you want one?

Cash/Flawless: Nope.

(Skiz leaves.)

Flawless: (Punching Cash in the shoulder) That's not
cool man. What are you trying to do?

Cash: Nothing man, chill.

Flawless: Don't do that stuff with him man. He doesn't
even know about his other selves.

Cash: Really?

Flawless: Really. So be cool Cash.

Cash: I will.

(Cash gets up.)

Flawless: Where the hell you going?

Cash: Out. Dude, your not mom, okay. So, don't start
trying to know my business. Cool?

Flawless: Cool.

(Cash exits.)

>>>>

Couch is in the back dressing area with Tobey and Misty.

Couch: Tobey we were told that you might not be able to wrestle tonight, yet here you are. How are you feeling?

Tobey: Like crap Couch how do you think I feel. I almost was paralyzed last week, how would you feel?

Couch: Tonight is a tough match and you must...

Tobey: This has got to be the dumbest match in BMWF history. A devilish match with pentagrams and goat skulls and fire blah blah blah. Look Couch, I know that this is probably some way for the BMWF to get high buy out for the pay per view, but hopefully after tonight these type of matches will never happen again, cause I am going to end the career of Witherspoon and thus ending these stupid types of matches. Now if you will excuse us, I have a fight to prepare for.
 

>>>

(The Camera’s look down on the stage where the stone altar and Metal Pentagram have been set up in the ring.  Two more stage hands slide under the ropes, one of them carrying a thick metal base, the other has a steal pole with an intimidating Goat’s skull on the end.  The Camera turns over to JR and King.)

JR:  They are just getting the ring set up for The Darkside Chamber match as we speak.

King:  I can’t wait JR!  This should prove to be a real brawl!

JR:  This is easily going to be a most violent spectacle.  I’m surprised that Commishiner Bruiser is allowing this match!

(The Camera goes back to the ring where the hand drops the pole into the base, a foreboading clang is heard as it drops in.  The Camera zooms in and focuses on the skull.)

KING: Are you drunk, JR?

JR: No, why?

KING: YOu said, "Commishiner"!

LILLY: This contest is a Darkside Chamber match for the TV title

Introducing first...
Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Howitzer

(Two loud, rumbling growls from a Bengal tiger echo over the PA, and then an instantly recognizable Randy Rhoads guitar lick.) 

PA:  OH NO (OH NO)

        HERE WE GO (HERE WE GO NOW)

        OH NO (OH NO)

        HERE WE GO NOW

(“Flying High Again” by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the sound system.  The crowd goes absolutely crazy.  At the top of the entrance ramp, three deafening, green pyro pops go off, one after the other. 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 and yellow-striped wrestling shorts and black boots with his black, shrunk to fit  "I DON'T LIKE YOU" t-shirt.  Howitzer walks straight to the ring, not stopping to high-five the fans like he usually does.  His eyes are evil slits.)

J.R.:  King, looking at Howitzer is giving me the chills.

King:  Even worse than looking at the Darkside Chamber??

J.R.:  I think they’re both running at a dead heat.  That Chamber might be a twisted satanic monstrosity, but Howitzer is like a completely different person.  He’s usually smiling, glad-handing with the fans, good-natured…but now it’s like he’s a mere shell.  A shell of his former self thinking only of physically destroying Tobey Miliken.

King:  Can’t this psycho get enough??  He DID physically destroy Tobey at Bedlam two weeks ago, when he powerslammed him off a truck!

J.R.:  I’m not disagreeing with you there, King.  And folks, I just hope that Howitzer pulls himself out of this “downward spiral into psychosis” he’s been caught up in ever since Tobey Miliken stole his TV title belt.  He’s just not himself, and there’s no telling what he’s going to do to Tobey tonight. 

King:  And Witherspoon if he gets in Howitzer’s way!

J.R.:  With Howitzer in the state of mind that he’s in, this match is an extremely dangerous situation…and it was already about as bad as it can get given Witherspoon’s stipulations.  But given the frightening words that Howitzer said in that interview on HOWITZER.COM…well, the small children might want to be cleared out of the room.

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Minneapolis...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Witherspoon

LILLY: Their opponent...
Led to the ring by Misty
From Daytona, FL...

Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

LILLY: And introducing the special referee...

The Darklord!!

(The building is filled with the eerie purple glow as the Darklord theme starts. Suddenly, a huge pyro explosion goes off and Darklord comes through the curtains and heads to the ring. Darklord steps up the ringsteps. His eyeballs roll back into his head as he raises his hands causing the lights to return to normal.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

(Howitzer, Tobey, and Witherspoon stand at opposite points of the pentagram embedded in the ring, surrounded by the steel of the Cell.  Howitzer stares intently at Tobey, homicide in his expression.  He completely ignores Witherspoon.) 
 
J.R.:  Look at this, King!  You could cut the tension with a knife!  These men are standing in the middle of this…this…torture device, just staring each other down and waiting to see who’ll make the first move!
 
(Tobey looks back at Howitzer, smirking.  He motions with his hands around his waist, taunting Howitzer about his stolen belt.)
 
King:  I don’t think Tobey should have done that!
 
(Howitzer lunges across the pentagram at Tobey, but Witherspoon, taking advantage of Howitzer’s neglect, throws a vicious kick that catches Howitzer in the side.)
 
J.R.:  There it is folks!  That’s the beginning of this match, and that’s why Howitzer had better be careful he doesn’t lose this match because he’s too focused on Tobey.  There’s another very good wrestler in there, the man Howitzer pinned for the title!  And if Howitzer isn’t careful, that man is gonna win it back!
 
(Howitzer shakes his head, and then turns to Witherspoon.  The champ is seemingly unaffected by the kick, standing up straight and growling at ‘Spoon.  The crowd pops when Howitzer shakes the kick off.)
 
King:  Uh oh!
 
J.R.:  Howitzer’s not even hurt!  And there’s a kick of his own!  Howitzer gets Witherspoon full in the gut!  Now a right hand, and a left hand!  Witherspoon staggered a little…oh and the headbutt!  Howitzer connects skull on skull!

Witherspoon hits Howitzer with a headbutt.
Witherspoon smacks Howitzer with a devastating clothesline .
Witherspoon goes for a hangman, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer runs into the ropes.
Witherspoon uses haymaker on Howitzer.
Witherspoon cracks his neck and screams "Whoo-a!".
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.

JR: Howitzer and Tobey have just been beating the hell out of each other!
 
King: That’s right! Tobey need’s to teach Howitzer a lesson!
 
JR: Early on in the match Witherspoon got thrown from the ring and is lying there immobile!
Tobey and Howitzer are exchanging fists in the ring
Tobey hits a double arm DDT
Howitzer hits a german suplex
Tobey Milliken hits a swinging neckbreaker
Tobey goes for a cover
1…2… kick out!
 
Howitzer hits a face buster
Howitzer goes for the cover
1…2…kick out!
 
(Both men spring to there feet and glare at each other, the animosity between them obvious. They lock up in the middle, each one trying to out power the other.)
 
JR: Tobey Miliken is holding his own in this test of strength against Howitzer
 
King: That’s cause Tobey has so much better skill!
 
(Both men break the hold and stare at each other in anger. Suddenly Witherspoon comes tearing across the ring and nails them both with a clothesling, taking them both to the floor, Both men fall onto various parts of the pentagram and scream loudly as the nails pierce their flesh.
 
JR: Witherspoon came out of no where and floored Howitzer and Tobey!
 
King: Things are about to pick up JR! Haha!
 
JR: Witherspoon hits a suplex on Tobey, slamming his back into the altar
Witherspoon slams Howitzer into the mat with a massive power bomb
Witherspoon throws Tobey into the ropes and catches him with a big boot to the face
Witherspoon locks in a boot choke
Witherspoon clotheslines Tobey from the ring
Witherspoon hits a spinebuster on Howitzer
Witherspoon clotheslines Howitzer from the ring
 
King: The Madman is cleaning House JR!
 
JR: Witherspoon is making a massive come back here! He’s totaling both Tobey and Howitzer!
 
(Witherspoon slides from the ring, Tobey slowly making his way to his feet. Witherspoon throws him into the steel of the cell, and scrapes his face over it. Witherspoon then nails Tobey with a head but. He follows up with a hay maker and then lifts Tobey over his shoulders in a crucifix. Witherspoon ram’s Tobey’s head into the ring steps)
 
*GONG!*
 
(Witherspoon turns around as Howitzer runs at him. Witherspoon kicks Howitzer in the gut doubling him over. Witherspoon rams Howitzer’s head under his arm and throws Howitzers arm over the back of his head. Then Witherspoon lifts Howitzer into the air and slams his skull into the padding with a brainbuster. Witherspoon rolls Howitzer back into the ring and makes a cover.)
 
JR: 1..2.. kick out!
Witherspoon lifts Howitzer up and power bombs him into the altar
Witherspoon hops onto a turnbuckle and throws his fist into the air, his other fist beating his chest.

Witherspoon uses a headbutt on Howitzer.
Witherspoon goes for haymaker, but Howitzer blocks it.
Howitzer goes for a running elbow smash, but Witherspoon side-steps and Howitzer
only hits air.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Witherspoon hits a headlock on Howitzer.
Witherspoon puts Howitzer in a hangman.
Howitzer is struggling to reach the ropes.
Howitzer makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 18 seconds.

Tobey is standing in the corner watching Howitzer and Spoon go at it.
Tobey then walks over and grabs the TV title and runs behind Witherspoon and nails him in the back of the head.
Witherspoon falls down.
Tobey looks at Howitzer and the two pick up Witherspoon and throw him into the ropes.
Tobey and Howtizer double clothesline Witherspoon.
Tobey and Howitzer pick up Witherspoon and the two work together as they pick up Spoon and the two whip him into the turnbuckle.
Tobey and Howtizer then work left and rights on him as Witherspoon starts to get weak in the knees and drops to the ground.
Tobey then grabs Witherspoon and german suplexes him onto the spikes on the pentagram.
Tobey then walks over into the corner while Howtizer starts to work on Witherspoon again.

King: Tobey is playing this smart. He is letting Howtizer now work him over while he get's his strength saved up.

JR: It looks like Tobey and Howtizer want to rid Witherspoon and then take the fight to each other.

 
J.R.:  This has been a gory one, King.
 
King:  It looks like a tanker-truck full of red paint jacknifed and lost its load all over the ring!
 
(Howitzer picks Witherspoon up and slings him over his shoulders, then drops to the mat with a fallaway slam.)
 
J.R.:  Fallaway slam!  Fallaway slam right onto those nails!  This is brutal King!
 
King:  There is a bed of nails in the shape of a pentagram right in the middle of the ring, and Howitzer just dropped ‘Spoon’s body right on them!
 
J.R.:  Howitzer now, looking to capitalize…bounces off the ropes, and hits the Bunker Buster!  Bunker Buster on the nails!  You could practically see the blood SQUIRTING out of Witherspoon’s flesh!
 
King:  I’m wishing I didn’t eat dinner before this match started!  This is disgusting!
 
J.R.:  Now what is Tobey doing…Tobey Miliken kicking away at Witherspoon…pulls the former champ to his feet!  Didn’t even try going for the pin, and –
 
(Tobey throws Witherspoon into Howitzer, who catches him and, in one motion, wraps his arms around him and delivers a crunching German suplex.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer with the German!  And onto those nails again!
 
(Tobey flips Witherspoon over with the toe of his boot, exposing his back which is soaked in blood.  He then pulls Witherspoon to his feet only to drop him back to the mat with a neckbreaker, back onto the nails.)
 
J.R.:  My God…these two are beating Witherspoon to a bloody pulp.
 
(Somehow, Witherspoon tries to sit up.  Tobey gets him twice in the face with a rabbit punch.  ‘Spoon’s head scrapes against the nails.)
 
J.R.:  Tobey’s not even trying to pin him, and neither is Howitzer!
 
(Tobey yells some sort of challenge to Howitzer.)
 
King:  It’s like they’re trying to prove who can beat Witherspoon up worse!
 
(Howitzer grabs the flail off the altar and starts to lash Witherspoon’s back and legs with it, as Tobey looks on.  Howitzer suddenly turns, and smacks Tobey full in the face with the weapon.  Tobey falls to the ground.  Deep red marks well up on his face where the flail hit.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer just turned and hit Tobey in the face with that flail!  Tobey’s face may be scarred for life after that!  And now Howitzer follows in, grabs Tobey by the hair and…oh geez look at this.
 
(Howitzer slams Tobey’s head repeatedly into the chain link of the Darkside Chamber.  He then starts to scrape the skin of Tobey’s face across it.  Tobey’s flail wounds open wider and blood starts to well up and fall down his face and neck.)
 
J.R.:  Tobey has been completely broken open!  And now Howitzer throws Tobey to the mat, goes back over to Witherspoon now.  What is Howitzer doing here…
 
(Howitzer picks ‘Spoon up and dumps him on top of the altar.  Witherspoon is not moving.  Howitzer grabs two sets of chains lying near the altar and uses them to strap Witherspoon to the altar at the ankles and shoulders.)
 

 
King:  Howitzer has Witherspoon chained to that altar!  Can he pin him like that??
 
J.R.:  I don’t think that’s the point, King!  I think Howitzer’s aiming to show Tobey who the most vicious and deadly man in the ring is! 

KING: Wait! That smell!

JR: What smell?

KING: Witherspoon's bare feet! PYEW!

JR: What the...??
 
(Howitzer picks up the flail again.)
 
J.R.:  Oh no, that flail again! 
 
(Howitzer commences whipping Witherspoon all over his torso and quadriceps with the flail.  Deep purplish-red welts well up on ‘Spoon’s body.  Witherspoon’s body jolts slightly with each strike.  Small sprays of blood start to spatter on Howitzer’s body as he lashes Witherspoon.)
 
King:  Can Witherspoon even feel pain at this point, J.R.??  Howitzer must’ve fried all his nerve endings by now with that flail!
 
(Howitzer finally stops attacking Witherspoon just as Tobey starts to get up from the mat, blood pouring down his face from his own flail wounds.  Howitzer unwraps the chains and drags Witherspoon off the altar.  Witherspoon’s head strikes the edge as he falls to the ground.)
 
J.R.:  Somebody had better either pin Witherspoon or just get him out of there…I don’t think he’s even conscious at this point!  Wait, what…Howitzer just shoved the prone Witherspoon over in Tobey’s direction!

Tobey Miliken goes for a flying cross bodypress, but Witherspoon
counters it with a running powerslam.
Darklord counts: One, two, shoulder up.

Tobey is arguing with Darklord!

Darklord nails him with a chokeslam!!

The crowd goes wild!

JR: Howitzer and Tobey are battling it out on top of the cell!
Howitzer and Tobey are exchanging fists
Howitzer hits Tobey with a german suplex
Howitzer hits Tobey with a power slam
Tobey hits Howitzer with a swinging neck breaker
Tobey hits Howitzer with a clothesline.
Tobey hits Howitzer with a drop kick
 
(Witherspoon slowly begins to climb up the side of the cell opposite of Tobey and Howitzer. He reaches the top and crouches down smirking.)
 
King: Look JR! Spoonie's planning something!
 
JR: Howitzer and Tobey don't see him! They just keep fighting between each other!
 
King: There goes Spoon!
 
(Witherspoon lunges foreward, running towards Howitzer and Tobey. They both turn towards him and he grabs them both by the throat, lifting them in the air and springing from the side of the cell.)
 
JR: Good lord!!
 
King: YEAH!
 
*CLANG!*
 
(Tobey, Howitzer and Witherspoon all slam into the steel ramp, denting it slightly.)
 
Crowd: HOLY *BLEEP*!! HOLY *BLEEP*!!
 
JR: Witherspoon just double chokeslamed Howitzer and Tobey from the top of the cell! All three men are motionless! I don't even think Darklord Beleives it!
 
(Witherspoon slowly rises to his feet, his arm holding his side. He lifts up Tobey and throws him back into the cell, Tobey bouncing off the side of the ring. Witherspoon rolls him into the ring and slides after him.)
 
JR: WItherspoon and Tobey back in the ring!
Witherspoon laying the boots into Tobey
Witherspoon suplexes Tobey into the altar.
Witherspoon lifts Tobey onto his feet
BINNED! Witherspoon has locked Tobey in Binned!
Tobey is screaming in pain
Darklord checks on Tobey
Darklord asks Tobey if he wants to quit
Tobey tries to reach the ropes
Tobey's hand hovers above the mat!
 
King: Tobey's gonna tap JR!
 
(Howitzer flies across the ring and slams into Witherspoon and Tobey.)
 
JR: Howitzer just stopped Tobey from tapping!
 
King: Howitzer wants to pin Tobey! He doesn't want Spoon to do it!
 
(Witherspoon rises to his feet, his eyes full of rage as he glares at Howitzer. Witherspoon leaps onto Howitzer, wailing on him with his fists.)

Tobey gets up slowly off the mat. He has blood slowly oozing down his face.
Tobey walks over and grabs a can of gasoline and pours it on the stone altar.
Witherspoon walks over to Tobey and Tobey nails Witherspoon on the head with the metal gas can.
Witherspoon falls down.
Tobey then walks over to the torches and grabs one and sets the altar on fire.
Tobey then climbs the turnbuckle and is standing straight.
Witherspoon gets up slowly and then Tobey leaps and bulls dogs Witherspoon's head into the altar. Witherspoon opens up and is pouring the blood.
Tobey rolls through through the firey altar and scrambles over to cover the unconscious Witherspoon.

KING: This has to be even goofier than the upcoming main event!

JR: Darklord's Dark Force must be protecting everyone at ringside form being burned to a crisp!

KING: La dee dee!

JR: King, what are you doing?

KING: Having a weenie roast! Want one?

JR Sure, thanks!

(Witherspoon slams Tobey’s head into the door of the cell repeatedly, the links running read with his blood. Howitzer is laid out in the middle of the ring. Witherspoon slams Tobey’s whole body into the door, the chain and hinges holding it closed snapping and Tobey falling to the outside of the ring. Howitzer gets up and grabs witherspoon’s head pulling him back into the ring. Tobey quickly retreats to the top of the cell to rest.)
 
King: Excellent strategy Tobey!
 
JR: Witherspoon and Howitzer are exchanging blows in the ring
Howitzer hits a full nelson suplex
Witherspoon hits a suplex
Witherspoon clotheslines Howitzer.
Howitzer hits Witherspoon with a running elbow smash
Howitzer goes for a front pile driver but Witherspoon slides down his back
Witherspoon hits a spinebuster on Howitzer
 
King: Yea! Right on the nails!
 
 (Witherspoon gets up and grabs the steel pole with the goat skull and turns around nailing Howitzer across the face. Blood sprays from Howitzer’s mouth as he collapses to the mat. Witherspoon walks from the cell, climbing up to Tobey. He picks Tobey up and Power bombs him on top of the cell. The cell bulges down and holds. Witherspoon power bombs Tobey again, the cell bulges down but still holds. Witherspoon gets ready to nail another power bomb, but Tobey reverses and hits a DDT. The cell buckles down ward and tobey falls to the bat below, the hole ring shaking. Tobey grabs onto the edge and holds on, before dropping to the mat. He goes over and grabs up one of the gas cans.)
 
Crowd: HOLY *BLEEP*!! HOLY *BLEEP*!!
 
King: Did you see that JR!
 
JR: Tobey was able to reverse that move on Witherspoon. Witherspoon isn’t moving!
 
(Howitzer staggers to his feet, leaning against the altar, blood flowing from his mouth. TObey smirks and takes a drink of the gasoline, turning around and spraying it into Tobey’s eyes and face. Howitzer screams as the gas burns his cuts and eyes. Tobey dumps the whole bucket of gasoline over Howitzer, getting himself as well. He digs through his pockets, a questioning look crosses his face.)
 
JR: What’s Tobey doing!
 
King: Tobey forgot a match! YEAH!
 
(Tobey keeps looking around cursing.)
 
*click*
 
(Tobey turns to the sound to see Witherspoon leaned against a turnbuckle with a lit Zippo in his hands. He winks at Tobey and throws the lighter at the pool of gas at Tobey’s feet. The flames lick around Tobey, his flailing arms lighting Howitzer on fire. There screams fill the air as they thrash around. Tobey drops to the mat rolling around, his body hitting the nails as he tries to put himself out. Witherspoon surges foreward and knocks Howitzer from the altar, WItherspoons body putting the flames on Howitzer out)
 
JR: Witherspoon is one sick human being King!
 
King: Look at the flames JR! We’re gonna have to get a new mat out here!
 
(Witherspoon grabs up the steel post and raises it above his head. He brings it crashing down on to Howitzers chest, causing him to scream in pain. He raises it up and brings it down on top of him again. Witherspoon tosses it to the side as Tobey slowly starts to get up again. Witherspoon crouches down, then lifts Tobey up onto his shoulders sideways. He spins around twice, then grabs both of Tobey’s legs in his arms and slams him down on the mat in the center of the pentagram, several rows of nails piercing Tobey’s back.)
 
JR: Oh my god! Witherspoon just hit Tobey with a new move! He’s going for the cover!

Darklord just picked up Witherspoon by the tights and threw him out of the ring!

KING: YAHHH! what is he doing?

*The arena roars with cheers*

J.R.:  These three men are caught in a raging inferno!  I don’t know if even Witherspoon thought his match would get so dangerous!
 
King:  He’s the one who set it on fire, J.R.!  And now he’s got one of those chains wrapped around his fist!
 
J.R.:  Howitzer’s got the other one!
 
(Howitzer finishes wrapping a chain around his fist just as Witherspoon throws a punch.  The chains catch Howitzer full in the face, staggering him back.  A look of wild rage comes into his eyes, and he throws one of his own.  He connects.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer and Witherspoon are exchanging right hands, and their right hands are wrapped up in iron chains!  Oh my God!  Howitzer nails Witherspoon…Witherspoon fires back!  Howitzer connecting again!  And again!  Finally Witherspoon goes down!  He’s crawling away!
 
(Witherspoon crawls over to the chain link Cell wall and pulls himself up on it.  Howitzer turns his attention to Tobey.)
 
King:  Howitzer thinks he has Witherspoon down and out!  And now he’s looking for Tobey!
 
J.R.:  I think we’re about to see violence on a whole different level!
 
(Tobey swings at Howitzer, but Howitzer ducks it.  He sidesteps Tobey and unravels the chain around his fist.  In a smooth motion, he wraps the chain around Tobey’s neck and starts to strangle him.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer’s gonna choke Tobey to death!  Look at Tobey’s eyes, they’re bugging out of his head!  He’s turning purple!
 
King:  Stop him, Darklord!
 
J.R.:  I think Darklord’s so sadistic he’s enjoying his front-row seat of Tobey’s execution!
 
(Howitzer continues to mercilessly strangle Tobey Miliken when movement out of the corner of his eye catches his attention.)
 
King:  Witherspoon’s climbing to the top of the Darkside Chamber! 
 
(Witherspoon has gone outside the ring and climbed up the side.  With both arms he pulls himself over the edge and stands on the top, looking down at Howitzer and Tobey.)
 
J.R.:  ‘Spoon must be suicidal!  Wait, Howitzer just let Tobey go!  He dropped the chain!
 
(Howitzer gets up and runs to the Chamber wall as Tobey rolls around on the mat clutching his throat.  He inadvertently rolls over the nails of the pentagram, drawing more blood.  Howitzer slams his shoulder full-force into the Chamber, knocking Witherspoon off his feet.)
 
J.R.:  ‘Spoon’s down!  And now Howitzer’s running outside into that ring of fire!
 
(Howitzer runs to the outside and starts climbing the Chamber.  He is moving a little slower than normal due to all of the injuries he has sustained, but after several seconds reaches the top.  He and Witherspoon face off.)
 
King:  This is not going to be good.
 
(Howitzer and Witherspoon charge at each other, arms extended.  They both connect with a clothesline, and both go down.  The Chamber shakes.)
 
J.R.:  Howitzer’s getting up!  King, I have never seen Howitzer this driven.  He has taken horrible punishment, and he refuses to go down until Tobey does.
 
King:  All THREE men in this match should be dead or in a coma by now!
 
(Howitzer drags Witherspoon up and lifts him high over his head in a gorilla press.)
 
J.R.:  He’s not.  Is he?
 
CROWD:  BFG!!  BFG!!  BFG!!  BFG!!
 
King:  Howitzer’s gonna BFG Witherspoon FROM THE TOP OF THE DARKSIDE CHAMBER!  He’s going to BFG him into the flames outside!!
 
J.R.:  Oh my God. 
 
(Just as Howitzer gets ready to BFG Witherspoon, Tobey springs up from the mat and throws the full weight of his body against the Chamber wall.  The Chamber shakes, and Howitzer loses his footing.  He pitches forward, and both he and Witherspoon fall from the top of the Chamber and fall into the fire that Witherspoon has set.)
 
***THUD***
***SMACK***
 
J.R.:  They fell off the top of the cell!  Tobey knocked them off!  That’s a fifteen foot drop into the flames!!  Howitzer and Witherspoon are lying in the middle of an inferno! 
 
King:  It sounds like somebody’s frying bacon!  Sure doesn’t smell that good though!
 
(With the last bit of strength they can summon, Howitzer and Witherspoon roll out of the flames back towards the Darkside Chamber and then lay motionless on the mat outside the ring.  Tobey Miliken is coughing violently inside, but starting to move around after throwing himself at the Cell.)

KING: YAHHH! Darklord's Dark Force must need a new battery. Some of that fire just burned up my crown!

JR: Howitzer nails Witherspoon with a powerslam
Howitzer hits Witherspoon with a face buster
Howitzer whips Witherspoon into a turnbuckle
Howitzer hits Witherspoon with the Bunkerbuster
 
(Howitzer drags Witherspoon over to the alter and chains him up. Howitzer grabs up the flail and lays into Witherspoon with it, striking his face and chest with it. Witherspoon thrashes around tring to break free. Howitzer continues to thrash Witherspoon with the flail, drawing blood. Howitzer tosses the flail to the side and climbs onto the top of the turnbuckle, beating on his chest. He signals for the BFG.)
 
JR: Howitzer is ready to finnish it right here!
 
King: THat's no fair! Spoon is still chained up!
 
(Witherspoon pulls at the chains, the chains breaking from the altar. One of the chains remains locked onto his right wrist. Howitzer turns around and sees Witherspoon free. Witherspoon glances at the chain pooled on the floor next to his leg and grins up at Howitzer.)
 
King: HA! Witherspoon's got a surprise for Howitzer JR!
 
(Howitzer drops to the middle rope andcrouches down. Witherspoon snaps his right arm out, the chain attached to his arm lashes out and strikes Howitzer's face, snapping his head around and drops him from the turnbuckle.)
 
JR: Witherspoon is using that chain like a whip!
 
(Witherspoon pulls the chain back, swings it over his head and strikes Howitzer across the back with it. Howiter quickly rolls fromm the ring as Witherspoon gathers the chain back to him. Witherspoon runs across the ring and lashes the chain at Howitzer, but Howitzer runs out of the cell. Witherspoon follows him, but Howitzer quickly climbs up the side. Witherspoon rips the chain from his arm and quickly follows.)
 
King: Look JR! Howitzer is running from Witherspoon!
 
JR: He's just trying to get away from that chain Witherspoon had!
 
King: Excuses, excuses JR! Howitzer was running!
 
JR: WItherspoon clotheslines Hoiwtzer
Howitzer german suplexes Witherspoon
WItherspoon suplexes Howitzer
Howitzer power slams Witherspoon
Witherspoon hits a spine buster on Howitzer
Witherspoon and Howitzer lock up
Howitzer pushes WItherspoon over towards the hole in the cell and Witherspoon falls through
Howitzer drops down after him
 
(Howitzer crouches down on the middle turnbuckle as WItherspoon slowly staggers to his feet.)
 
JR: Howitzer's ready to hit the Bengal Breaker on Witherspoon folks!
 
King: I can't watch!
 
(THe crowd cheers loudly as Witherspoon stands up and turns towards Howitzer. Howitzer leaps at Witherspoon, but Witherspoon turns sideways and slides towards him, catching him in the air. THe cheer's quickly turns to boos as Witherspoon grin's around.)
 
King: YEAH!! It's all over JR!
 
(Witherspoon spins around twice, and lets Howitzer spin around. Witherspoon grabs his legs in his arms and slams Howitzer down on top of the altar. Howitzer's screams in pain as his spine strikes the hard stone. The altar collapses from the blow sending heavy stones across the mat.)
 
JR: Witherspoon just hit that new move of his, smashing Howitzer into the altar in the center of the ring! I think this match is over.
 
King: This is why you never mess with the Minnesota Madman JR!
 
JR: Witherspoon picks Howitzer up on his shoulders and spins him around twice
Witherspoon just hit a second one on him! He’s going for the cover!
 
King: It’s over!!

JR: No, Tobey reverses them! 1, 2, 3!
 
Lilly: Witherspoonhas been eliminated!

Tobey then walks over and Howitzer grabs Tobey and throws him through the ropes landing to the outside of the rine.
Tobey flips the ring apron up and is looking desperately for something under the ring.

King: Someone had better send EMT's out here for Witherspoon he is still out like a light and pouring the blood.

JR: Witherspoon faught a valiant fight against these two but in the end it was not enough.

EMT's are rushing into the cell and are preparing Witherspoon for the stretcher.

Meanwhile Tobey is still looking under the ring and Howtizer grabs him and throws him out of the cell.

JR: What is Howitzer doing???

King: He obviously getting out of the way sot the EMT's can work on Spoon.

Howitzer climbs to the top of the Hell in a Cell cage and starts yelling for Tobey to come up.

Tobey looks a bit bewildered and then looks to the crowd who starts chanting, "HOLY.... HOLY..."

Tobey climbs to the top of the cell.

Howitzer grabs Tobey as he gets to the top and then the two go at it.

Howitzer grabs Tobey by the hair of his head and throws him across the cage. The cage shakes as Tobey falls on top of it.

Howitzer runs over and as goes to grab Tobey again Tobey hits him between the legs and Howitzer bends over in pain.

Tobey grabs Howitzer and drops an elbow on the back of Howitzer's head.

Howitzer drops hard and Tobey rolls over and grabs Howitzer again and tucks his head between his legs as he prepares to power bomb Howitzer.

Howitzer reverses the power bomb and as he tries flip Tobey over his back Tobey hangs on.
Tobey then flips Howitzer over in the process and the top of the cage gives way and the two fall through the cage and on to the spiked pentagram. Both start bleeding badly.


Tobey slowly makes his way over to Howitzer.
Both men are bleeding badly.
Tobey places his arm over Howitzer. The ref counts.
One...Two...th...shoulder up.

Tobey slowly gets up and walks over to the stone altar.
Tobey looks down and see's the ring apron still flipped up.
Tobey jumps out of the ring and finds what he was looking for earlier. A table.

Tobey slides the table into the ring.
Howitzer starts to slowly get up.
Tobey places the table on the altar and sets it up.
Tobey then jumps down and grabs Howtizer and throws him into the stone altar.
Howitzer screams in pain.
Tobey then walks over and grabs a spike that had fallen off of the pentagram.
Tobey takes the spike and cuts Howitzer across his forehead with it making him bleed some more.

King: Hasn't there been enough blood shed in this match???

JR: Tobey is not going to stop until Howitzer is half dead.

Tobey picks up Howitzer and places him on the altar.
Tobey then picks Howitzer up and places him on the table on the altar.
Tobey then prepares Howitzer for a pile driver through the table.

King: If Tobey pile drives him through that table onto that stone altar, it is all over JR.

JR: Yes it is King.

Tobey has Howitzer up. Howitzer comes to for a moment. The two struggle.

JR: Maybe Howitzer will break it.

King: Tobey is struggling to keep him up.

Tobey then falls on Howitzer and the two go through the table onto the stone altar. Tobey falls on top of Howitzer.

The ref counts.

ONE...TWO....THREE....

*DING DING*

King: Tobey did it!

JR: I don't believe it. How lucky did he get King.

King: Pretty lucky. And Howitzer becomes the first champion in the BMWF who never held a belt.


Tobey Miliken is eliciting a sizable round of boos.

LILLY: The winner...and NEW TV champion.. is Tobey Miliken!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The Judge rushes into the locker room of Ash and Scotty. He sees Scotty and walks over to him. The Judge appears to be upset.)

Judge: What's the deal here? You make it seem like we're on the same page, and then you abandon me to face three men on my own? I don't like what's going on here Scotty, I don't like it at all.

Scotty: Judge... Judge.. Judge... Ya know we did this for ya own good.

Judge: For my own good? Leaving me to face three wrestlers was for my own good! I just think you two left because you were too lazy to wrestle!

Scotty: Man, I know yer upset. We talked 'bout this and how ya might react. I want ya ta know I'm actually workin' for ya here.

Judge: Why didn't you even bother to let me know? How am I supposed to trust you?

Scotty: We did it coz we thought it would toughen ya up. I know what ya got. I know that ya can take anythin' I can send ya out ta do. We wanted ya ta learn how ta rassle like yer life was on the line. We wanted ya ta know that without our help what it could be like for ya.

Judge: (sarcastically) Yeah, I see what your help has done...first you lost me the Light-Heavyweight title, and now you put me in a handicap match.

Scotty: Believe me when I tell ya this. We are just tryin' ta make a man outta ya.

Judge: If you're just going to keep trying to cost me matches, why did you even bother to let me in the group?

Scotty: We did that 'coz I wanted ya in. I know what ya can do in that ring. I know what yer capable of doin'. Ya know... I neva knew ya ta be a whinna... And afta tanight, I think ash knows yer not. I believe in ya. I know deep down where it counts the most.... Ya got what it takes.... Startin' next week... We start yer trainin'.... More specifically, I am gonna start workin' out wit ya. Ya proved ta me that yer more than man enough ta be part of this group... Ya proved ta me that win or lose when the chips are down we can count on ya....

Judge: You can count on me, thanks Scotty.

Scotty: If ya try and hug me... I'm gonna have ta kill ya.

>>>

(Skiz is walking backstage with a coke in hand and a
bag of popcorn in the other, when Cash Flo walks up to
him.)

Cash: Hey Skiz.

Skiz: Cash. Want some popcorn?

Cash: I'm cool. Say, I hear you have a little crush on
somebody in the fed.

Skiz: No.

Cash: No?! That's not what I heard Yo. Heard she's a
little sweet retard like yourself.

Skiz: Nope. I think you've heard wrong.

Cash: You don't like Dizi?

(Skiz stops walking. For a beat, nothing happens as he
stands as immobile as stone. Eventually the distance
expression on his face lessons and he some what
returns to normal. Walking now, he appears to be
imitating the infamous walk of the big time Saturday
night hustler himself, John Travolta.)

Cash: Skiz?

(Skiz keeps strutting on a head without looking back.
Things kind of change while passing a female
stagehand.)

Disco Skiz: What is happening momma?

Stagehand: Excuse me? Are you supposed to be back
here?

Disco Skiz: Am I supposed to be back here? Course
momma. I'm the jive talkin', booty shakin' King of the
World, WHOOOOOOO! Yeah. So, want to get funky with
this jive talkin' monkey?

Stagehand: I got pepper spray.

Disco Skiz: That's cool momma, that's cool. I like it
when you play hard to get. Makes the candy that much
sweeter.

Stagehand: Get away from me.

(The stagehand darts around Skiz and races down the
hall.)

Disco Skiz: Well go on then chicken! But just know you
passed on the greatest love of your life and you won't
get any chance for a second romance. (Looking at Cash)
That is unless she brings a friend with a big @$$.

Cash: Disco Jones?

Disco Skiz: The one and only. What's your name cheddar
cheese?

Cash: You don't know me?

Disco Skiz: You think this former Solid Gold dancer
would be askin' your name if I already knew it? Boy,
you must be sniffing old gym socks if you be thinkin'
that crazy stuff.

Cash: How long you going to be like this?

Disco Skiz: What kind of question is that string bean?
Disco Jones is always and will always be Disco Jones,
so you best get used to that glorious fact. Now if you
excuse me, I'm going to go and find me some lucky lady
needing some Disco in her soon to be sweet life.

(Disco Skiz walks off.)

LILLY: This contest is a Philadelphia Street Fight match for the IC title


Introducing first...
Hailing from Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Hardcore Harry

("Back Up" by 12 Stones blasts out over the PA system as a darkened green
glow falls over the arena. Extreme Hardcore Entertainment flashes across the
bruisertron as Harry comes walking out on to the entranceway with his BMWF
Intercontinental Title around his waist and a water bottle in his hand.
Hardcore Harry takes a sip from his water bottle then tosses it into the
crowd and makes his way down the entrance ramp completely ignoring the fans
which are giving him mixed reactions. Harry steps into the ring and calls
for a microphone)

Harry: Listen up!

(Harry's music slowly fades)

Harry: Over the past year Tamer and I have grown to become archenemies I
mean even at the sound of his name I get ticked off. This between us go back
long, long ago but May 5th, 2004 was the root to this feud. That is right,
all the way back to BMWF Revolution 2004 where Tamer and I went one on one
for his Intercontinental Title. That night I got the win over him and
apparently he just couldn't go too long without poking his head back in my
business!

(Harry pats his Title which is still around his waist)

Harry: I held that title and defended it night in and night out all the up
until SummerSlammed 2004 on August 30th! Ezekiel got the best of me, but
just now I realized why. Tamer kept digging and digging at me trying to get
his rematch which he did get at Dangle's Duels of Destruction where neither
him nor Dreadnaught could dethrone me, hell I ended Dreadnaught's career
that night!

(The crowd boos at Harry's comments)

Harry: Anyways, Tamer is the only reason I lost that title to Ezekiel which
I did win back at Fallout only a month ago. I would have given him his shot
eventually but did you all see how much he tried to humiliate me? Tamer
tried to come out during my match with Ezekiel and steal the
Intercontinental Title as it was hoisted up above the ring. He did take the
title but only after I reclaimed the title as mine again.

(Harry pulls the title away from his waist)

Harry: Tamer you committed the cardinal sin in my book of Extreme, you never
and I mean NEVER touch MY TITLE! Hell Tamer wouldn't give me my title back
unless I agreed on this match here tonight. I never stand down from a
challenge and I wasn't about to so here I am after I requested my match. But
the thing is, I never requested a street fight! Oh no, my match consisted of
far more pain than a street fight! I wanted to face Tamer in a new creation
of mine known as the 30-Minute Ultraviolent Challenge with the man with the
most wins after 30 minutes is declared the winner.

(The crowd cheers)

Harry: A great idea, I even announced all the weapons that would be present
at ringside but for some odd reason the match was taken away and replaced
with a street fight! Without a doubt I know Tamer had something to do with
it! I know he probably begged and begged the BMWF board directors to decline
my match and replace it with some mediocre Street Fight!

(Harry slings the title over his shoulder)

Harry: But I am the Intercontinental Champion, the closest thing to the
World Champion besides the number one contender! Whatever I say or do will
go and tonight I have brought all of those weapons here tonight and are
under this very ring as I speak!!!

(The crowd starts cheering)

Harry: 30-Minute Ultraviolent Challenge or Street Fight, either way I am
going to bring some true Extreme Hardcore Entertainment to the table tonight
and we shall see if Tamer can hang with the Ultraviolent Icon, Hardcore
Harry!!!

(The crowd starts cheering for both men now)

Harry: I am a seven time BMWF Champion, I have been here for 2 and a half
years almost and I am one of the only BMWF Tuff Enuff winners! I have a
background and I have history. All of the doubters out there tonight are
going to see history repeat itself and see Harry walks right up that ramp
with this title still around my waist!!!

(Harry points to the ramp as many surprising cheers are heard along with
some boos. Harry then hands his title to the ref then tosses the microphone
out of the ring)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

Tamer

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. "Step Up" By Drowning Pool hits the PA system.)

PA: One Two Three Go!

( A huge explosion of fire shoots up across the stage leaving a huge cloud of smoke.Red and Blue lights begins to strobe. )

JR: Here come the challenger.

Tamer has had his sights set on being the Intercontinental champion for quite awhile

King; He’s a thief and a moron.

(Tamer runs out onto the stage. Tamer waves his arms for the crowd to get up. Tamer rolls his neck. Tamer runs down the ramp slapping the fans hands. Tamer slide in the ring and hops up , and pounds on his chest then points to the crowd. And goes to stand in his corner.)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Hardcore Harry chops Tamer.
Hardcore Harry punches Tamer.
Tamer chops Hardcore Harry.
Tamer gets a sleeperhold on Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry manages to grab the ropes after 11 seconds.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer goes for an Asai moonsault, but Hardcore Harry side-steps and Tamer
only hits air.
Hardcore Harry hits Tamer with the Sky High.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: Neither man is gonna go down easy in this mat