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

(Inferno and Mineral are playing Truck and Clancy on
BMWF Bedlam 5, the sequel to BMWF Bedlam 4, when Vern
walks in.)

Vern: Oh come on guys, you've been playing that all
day! I want to watch a little TV!

Mineral: Come on, Vern! We just unlocked Clancy as a
hidden character!

Clancy: And y'all thought Chef Death was going to be
the prize for beating Master Z....

Vernon: Oh great....wait a second....Truck and Clancy
are playing as the Eco-System, and you two are playing
as Truck and Clancy?

Inferno: Yeah, why? What's wrong with that?

Vernon: Nothing, but you really could play as yourself
you know.....

Inferno/Mineral/Truck: WE COULD?!?!

Clancy: HA HA! Hey Mineral! You turned around, I
caught you with an Avalanche!

Mineral: NOOOOO! (Mineral watches the digital ref
count: 1..2...3!)

Inferno: Oh well, I knew that Clancy fella couldn't
hold up.

Truck: Yeah. The fella's just an out of shape tub o'
lard.

Clancy: INFERNO! TRUCK!

Inferno: Yeah?

Truck: What?

Vernon: (smacks his head) You're all perfectly
hopeless.

Mineral: Yeah, kinda. Hey, Vern, could we uh...talk
for a second?

Vernon: (raises an eyebrow) Sure thing, Brock. (Vernon
follows Mineral into Vernon's study, as do the
cameras.)

Vernon: What is it? What did you need to talk about?

Mineral: Well, Vernon.....like you, I'm very concerned
for the overall stability of Prime Time. And well,
I've been thinking, and I'm wondering if you want us
to.....well, remove ourselves.

Vernon: Remove yourselves? Why?

Mineral: It's just.....well, I wonder if we don't
contribute too much to the tumultuous atmosphere of
this place. It's obvious Aquatic and Rachel shouldn't
be in the same house, for one thing. Also, I'm not
sure if us mentoring Kolic hasn't been raising few
eyebrows and causing a few whispers. I know Prime Time
is kind of a "good guy" stable, and I don't know if we
fit the mold.

Vernon: (sighs) Brock, Prime Time is not formed solely
to fit a "good guy"-type mold. We're a stable full of
the future, of the talent that will be number one.
And, most importantly, we're a tight-knit group. I
know Aquatic and Rachel don't get along, but they both
want what's best for Prime Time and the women's
division, even more so than their own agendas. And in
regards to Kolic, I don't see anything wrong with the
guy. You've just heavily promoted him.

Mineral: Yeah, I suppose so. But you don't feel like
Prime Time has been on a collision course since we
joined? We're scattered every which way, we don't even
enter the building together anymore-

Vernon: That's just convenience. A PT Cruiser can only
fit so many Prime Timers.

Mineral: I guess. it's just.....well, I'm starting to
think that this stable is getting like TCW.

Vernon: (scoffs) Oh thanks! I suppose I'll just down a
six-pack and drive to the convenience mart in my
pickup to get supper later!

Mineral: Very funny. You know what I mean. It's
just....right near the end of TCW, everyone started
pursuing their own agenda instead of the good of the
group. And when that began to happen, the next step
was trying to get the other members to choose your
agenda over their own and everyone else's. That's why
I quit The Chicago Way! That's also why Tai and
Kolic's career didn't really go anywhere while they
were affiliated with it, because they were all too
happy to follow Sledge and Box wherever they wanted to
go! "Carry your bags, Mr. Box? Lick your boots clean,
Mr. Sledge?"

Vernon: Hold on one second. Now you're really
insulting people who were your former friends, and
some who still are. Why are you so worried that we're
going to end the way The Chicago Way did?

Mineral: Because.......well, because in The Chicago
Way, the final result was the retiring of half the
people. And so many people have retired since, I'm
wondering if you and Tamer just, well......not that
you're these kinds of people, but.....just want use us
for quick success before you retire.

Vernon: Brock, Brock, Brock.....it's much different
with me. I love this company, and so does Tamer. We're
not looking for quick success, we're going to earn
more meaningful success. And if I know you, that's
your career goal too. Think of all the people that
came in soon after you, your fellow class of 2003. How
many of you all are still here? Four, five, or six?
It's the same with my group. We know which of us are
committed to this fed, and believe me when I say that
we have no desire to leave.

Mineral: All right.....thanks, I guess. (Mineral
begins to get up to leave.)

Vernon: Hold on a second, Brock. Is this just about
The Chicago Way, or something a little deeper? You
don't sound quite resolved.

Mineral: Honestly?

Vernon: Yes.

Mineral: Well.....(scratches the back of his head) You
know that Ricky isn't our real father, right?

Vernon: (surprised) No. (stands up) What are you
talking about?

Mineral: Ricky adopted us when I was 5 and Inferno was
3. My original father had died and my
mother.......well, my mother had left. Said she didn't
want to take care of two children that were....(tries
to bring himself to say it)...that were holding down
her aspirations in her career. She cared so much about
breaking that darned glass ceiling, she didn't care if
she broke her children too.

Vernon: (pats Mineral on the back) I'm...I'm really
sorry this had to happen to you. But you know what?
You're a good man, as is your brother. Forget about
the stupid mistakes your mother made, you're here with
us now. people who care about you, a REAL family.

Mineral: You mean that?

Vernon: You know I do.

Mineral: Th-Thanks. (cheering up) Hey, want to play
BMWF Bedlam 5? I found out how we could both play as
Rod Killings AT THE SAME TIME!

Vernon: Um....I'll pass. Want to help Rachel, Aquatic,
and I prepare dinner?

Mineral: Sure! I just bought some new kitchen
doohikeys, maybe you can show...

(The voice fades as the two walk out, and the picture
fades soon after.)

FADE INTO NEXT SCENE

(We are now in the Prime Time house gym where Tamer is
bench pressing weights. Vernon walks in and his eyes
go wide open. Vern runs over to spot Tamer.)

Vern: Good Gawd! Man, have you gone crazy? This is,
like, at least double your own weight! If you dropped
this you'd crush yourself!

Tamer: Vern!*Grunts* I'm going to be facing a four
hundred pound man. I have to be conditioned.

Vern: Hell of a lot of good it will do if you are in
the hospital with a cracked rib cage, or crushed lungs
or worse.DEAD!

Tamer: Vern, I really don't need the lecture.

Vern: Take a break.  We ought to a have talk.

(Tamer does one more rep then settles the weights back
up. Tamer sits up. Vern grabs a water bottle and
tosses it to Tamer. Vern grabs a chair and pulls it to
sit in front of Tamer.)

Vern: Tamer, do you really know what you're doing?

Tamer: Yes. I'm preparing for a match with Tyrone
Smith.

Vern: That's not what I mean, at least not exactly.
I'm talking about this match with Tyrone. Why? Why put
yourself through this? Rachel is a great girl, this is
true, but I mean. Well.

Tamer: Vern. This is more than just that. I mean, I'm
doing this for Rachel, yes. But this is also for me.
Trust me, this is not the way I want to "get" Rache. I
want her to want me too. But I have to do this for
myself. I've lost sight of who I am and by going
through this, by fighting Tyrone, I feel I can regain
who I truly am.

Vern: Tamer. I am your friend. I am here for you. I
mean, say the word and-

Tamer: I have to do this for myself, by myself.

Vern: I understand completely. But you must at least
allow me to help you with your training.

Tamer: You're on.

Vern: Let me get Clancy and Truck. You are going to be
in Prime condition for this match.

(Vern walks over to the intercom as we fade.)

FADE INTO NEXT SCENE

(We are in the video diary booth with Truck.)

Truck:  Livin' in a house with so many different
people sho' is strange.  We's all different, and,
honestly, sometimes these folks gets on my ever-lovin'
nerves!  Like Mineral and Inferno...them boys can sho'
nuff tear things up when they get goin'.  And Vernon!
Did you know he gets some awful gas sometimes?  Plumb
near stink us outta the house!  Oh, he says it ain't
him, but we all know it is.

(Truck shifts in his seat.)

Now, Clancy, Mr. Beauregarde, he takes loooooong
showers sometimes, and you sho' don' wanna go in
t'shower after him.  He clogs up the drain with hair,
and he don't even clean it up!  Throw in the
Tamer/Rachel/Tyrone drama and the Rachel/Aquatic drama
and the Vernon/everybody drama, and things sho' gets
pretty crazy 'round here!

(Truck laughs.)

But you know what?  At the end of the day, it don't
matter who ate the last o' the yogurt, or whose feet
smell like Doritos.  We's family!  And that's what
family's all about I guess, loving people in spite of
their faults.  An' I sho' do love all o' these fine
folks.  I'm glad I've met each an' every one of 'em!

FADE OUT

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.
It is for the BMWF World Title.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...
Weighing in at 288 pounds...

"The Master and Ruler of the World" Master Z

(The lights in the arena dim to a faint glow. The crowd quiets as several white spotlights hit the entranceway glimmering off of the steel ramp. “Victory” by Puff Daddy blasts throughout the arena shaking its very foundation.)

JR: Let’s get Lowedown out here so we can get this thing started! That is, if the decibel level doesn’t shake this place to the ground!

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

The BMWF World Champion...
LoweDown

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR:Master Z is obviously tired as Lowedown is more energized for this match!

King:He snuck into the Bedlam Bowl and snuck around like a rat and kept himself from being attacked!

JR:Lowedown just rushed at Master Z and tackled him to the mat! Lowedown is wailing away at the head of Master Z!

King:He's trying to take out Master Z for good here!

(Lowedown continues to slam down hard rights and lefts to the head of Master Z as the referee tries to pull him off of him. Lowedown finally rises up and picks up Master Z with him. Lowedown whips Master Z into the ropes and follows in behind with a hard clothesline. Lowedown then slides out of the ring and drags the head of Master Z and drives his elbow down into Z's throat. Lowedown repeats the move again and then slides into the ring to break the count. Lowedown then pulls master Z with him and continues to assault him...)

JR:Lowedown is posessed here! He's taking it to Master Z tooth and nail!

King:Lowedown just slammed the head of Master Z into the steel steps and watches Z's head bounce up!

(Lowedown pulls Master Z away just enought to swing Master Z right into the steel steps with full force. Master Z's shoulder slams into the steel steps as Lowedown watches on. Lowedown breaks the count once more as he then grabs a hold of Z and tosses him back into the ring. Lowedown follows right behind him and begins working on the shoulder of Z...)

JR: LoweDown executes a Gorilla Press on Master Z.
LoweDown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
LoweDown uses a sidewalk slam on Master Z.
Master Z begs off.
LoweDown runs into the ropes.
Master Z misses with an elbow.
LoweDown hits Master Z with a kick.
LoweDown nails Master Z with a DDT.
The crowd erupts.
LoweDown smacks Master Z with a devastating short clothesline .
The crowd erupts.
LoweDown uses the Stinger Splash on Master Z.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
LoweDown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd is giving LoweDown a standing ovation.
LoweDown hits a pumphandle slam on Master Z.
The crowd is giving LoweDown a standing ovation.
LoweDown locks Master Z in the Crippler Crossface.
Master Z grabs the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
LoweDown almost takes Master Z's head off with a flying clothesline
The crowd erupts.
LoweDown asks the fans what they want to see.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
LoweDown executes the Downtime on Master Z.
Bart Farinus asks Master Z if he's still there.
Master Z nods.
Bart Farinus checks Master Z's arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it stays up !
Master Z fights his way out of the hold after 21 seconds.
Master Z takes LoweDown down with a dropkick.
Master Z goes for a bulldog, but LoweDown counters it with an armbar submission.
Master Z reaches the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
LoweDown takes Master Z down with a pumphandle slam.
LoweDown sends Master Z into the turnbuckle, but Master Z reverses it.
Master Z charges in with an elbowsmash, but LoweDown moves out of the way.
LoweDown goes for a short clothesline, but Master Z counters it with a crucifix.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: Master Z grabs Lowedown around the throat with both hands and launches him into the turnbuckle! Look at the way his head snapped back!

Master Z charges at Lowedown catching him with a shoulder block in the midsection

(Master Z grabs Lowedown by his ankles and pulls. Lowedown tries to grab onto the ropes. Lowedown holds for a few short moments, but his hands slip. Lowedown floats up through the air before coming back down to the mat hard. Lowedown winces and holds his lower back in pain.)

JR: Did you see that King? Master Z is throwing Lowedown around like a rag doll!

Master Z grabs Lowedown by the hair and lifts him to his feet

Master Z gorilla presses Lowedown high in the air.

KING: Lowedown is in trouble now!

(Master Z runs holding Lowedown above his head. When Master Z reaches the ropes he lets go sending Lowedown crashing to the outside of the ring. On the way down Lowe contacts the guard rail and bends backwards. He bounces off the cold hard floor before coming to a stop bleeding from his skull.)

JR: Master Z is following him out!

KING: He’s just going to help him up JR!

JR: Master Z lifts Lowedown to his feet once again and continues to lift him off the ground in a massive bear hug.

(Lowedown’s head rolls back as you can almost see the life being squeezed from his body. The blood drips from his head onto Master Z’s arm and shoulder.)

JR: Lowedown is beginning to go limp.

Master Z charges towards the corner of the ring still with Lowedown in his grasp.

(Master Z, will all his momentum, drives Lowedown spine first into the ring post. A sickening thud echoes between the arena walls and the crowd can almost feel the impact themselves.)

JR: But Master Z hasn’t released his grip! He is still holding Lowedown dangling him several inches from the ground!

(Master Z, using his great strength, flings the limp body of Lowedown back into the ring between the first and second ropes. Lowedown’s body slides a couple feet and then rolls once before coming to a stop. This leaves a long smear of blood across the mat. Master Z slides into the ring behind him.)

Master Z hits a back rake on LoweDown.
Master Z whips LoweDown into the ropes, but LoweDown reverses it.
LoweDown misses with a clothesline.
Master Z hits LoweDown with an elbow.

Master Z throws LoweDown out of the ring.
Master Z rolls out under the bottom rope.
LoweDown has been cut open.
Master Z goes for throat punch, but LoweDown blocks it.
Bart Farinus counts: 1.
LoweDown throws Master Z into the guardrail.
LoweDown almost takes Master Z's head off with a flying clothesline
They're brawling inside the ring area.
LoweDown takes Master Z down with a sidewalk slam.
Bart Farinus counts: 2.
LoweDown goes for a Gorilla Press, but Master Z blocks it.
Bart Farinus counts: 3.
Bart Farinus counts: 4.
Master Z uses a punch on LoweDown.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Bart Farinus counts: 5.
Master Z throws LoweDown into the ringsteps.
Master Z hits finger stomp on LoweDown.
Bart Farinus counts: 6.
Master Z throws LoweDown into the ringsteps.
Master Z whips LoweDown into the guardrail.
Master Z goes for a punch, but LoweDown counters it with a roundhouse right.
Bart Farinus counts: 7.
LoweDown goes for the Downtime, but Master Z blocks it.
LoweDown whips Master Z into the guardrail.
LoweDown shoves Master Z into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Master Z nails LoweDown with throat punch.
Master Z uses a low blow on LoweDown.
Master Z knocks LoweDown into the ringsteps.
Master Z takes LoweDown down with a sidewalk slam.
Master Z throws LoweDown into the guardrail.
Master Z uses a legdrop on LoweDown.
LoweDown climbs back into the ring.
Master Z climbs back into the ring.

JR:Lowedown is going after that injured shoulder of Master Z with full force!

King:He'd better work on every bodypart Z has!

(Lowedown locks an arm bar on Master Z and begins driving is elbow down into the shoulder of Z. Lowedown then digs his elbow down into the shoulder with vicious intent. Lowedown winds up on Master Z's arm again and then brings Z right to his chest and slams the shoulder of Z into his chest. Lowedown repeats the maneuver over and over again as the crowd watches the look of pain on Z's face. Lowedown locks fingers with Master Z's fingers and then in a burst of strength, lifts Z up in the air by his arm and holds him high for a moment jamming Z's shoulder as he brings Z back down to the mat. Lowedown winds up once more before catching Z with a spinning heel kick to the side of the head. Lowedown then drops down to the mat and begins driving his knee into the shoulder of Z. Lowedown pulls back and then hits the arm of Z with a leg drop and then swings his legs around and places his feet on the shoulder of Z and begins wrenching hard on the arm of Z...)

JR:Lowedown is trying to tear that arm right off of Z's body!

King:He may have dislocated the arm of Z already!

JR: Master Z is having no mercy tonight! He’s definitely fighting like he has something to prove!

KING: He does, JR! Master Z wants to prove that Lowedown will never be as much of a champion as he is! Master Z wants the world to know he is the best that has ever stepped into a BMWF ring! He can’t claim that until he holds that world title!

JR: Master Z has Lowedown by the hair and it running his eyes down that top rope! Adding onto what you said, it not only looks like he wants to beat Lowedown. He wants to end Lowedown’s career!

Master Z lets Lowedown regain his vision briefly before hitting him with a hard right fist, then running his eyes down the opposite top rope!

(Master Z hits Lowedown with a low blow uppercut then gives him an elbowsmash sending him first to his knees the onto his stomach.)

JR: Master Z is punishing Lowedown! Lowe’s blood is all over this mat! Not to mention how Lowedown’s body is physically showing the beating he’s been taking at the hands of this dangerous wrestler, Master Z!

(Master Z rolls Lowedown onto his back. The camera zooms in showing the blood coming from lowedown’s head, and lip. There are large scrapes and bruises all over his jaw. Lowedown’s eye is black.)

JR: Master Z hits Lowedown with a leg drop across his throat! Lowedown is coughing and choking!

Master Z puts Lowedown in a headlock and while holding it, begins to punch Lowedown in the face!

KING: I think I just saw a couple of Lowedown’s teeth fall to the mat, but I can’t see under all of those puddles of blood!

JR: Master Z continues the punishment by putting Lowedown in a camel clutch!

(The referee asks Lowedown if he wants to give up, but Master Z just pushes the referee back.)

JR: This isn’t right! Master Z would let Lowedown give up even if he wanted to! Master Z has come here tonight with intentions of hurting Lowedown, taking his title, and pretty much just ruin his career!

KING: Maybe even life!

JR: Master Z slams the face of Lowedown into the mat and stands up.

(Master Z wipes the sweat from his forehead and takes a breather. Lowedown isn’t moving lying face first in his own blood.)

JR: Both men have taken a beating so far tonight and it looks like this match isn’t going to be over anytime soon!

(Somehow Lowedown has managed to roll onto his back. Master Z, seeing this, goes back to the offensive with an elbow drop.)

Master Z lifts Lowedown to his feet by his hair.

JR:This match is slowing down a bit as both men are beginning to show signs of fatigue here!

King:But Lowedown took Master Z's shoulder apart and it's obviously taken alot out of Z in this match!

JR:Lowedown has Master Z locked up in the abdominal stretch and he's slamming short jabs to the ribs!

King:Look at the way Lowedown is holding that injured shoulder and arm of Z! Lowedown is pulling back on that arm like he's breaking a wishbone!

(Lowedown finally releases the hold after a few minutes and then goes to whip Z into the ropes. Lowedown goes to whip Z, but then pulls back on the arm viciously and pulls Z down to the mat. Lowedown grabs Z's arm and hovers over him while pulling back on the shoulder of Z. Lowedown adds insult to injury as he begins slapping the back of Z's head while continuing to injure Z's arm...)

JR:Lowedown is bringing Z back up to his feet as he then whips Z into the ropes and catches him with a shoulderblock right on that injured shoulder! Lowedown is turning Z onto his stomach and Lowedown is grabbing both arms and he's pulling back on the arms of Z!

King:It's sort a cross between a Camel clutch and a crossbow! He's pulling back on Z's shoulders with tremendous force!

JR:He's going to break Z's shoulder!

Master Z makes it to the ropes after 12 seconds.

JR: Master Z throws Lowedown against the ropes as he, himself, bounces off the ropes. Master Z and Lowedown collide as Master Z throws a forearm into the face of his opponent!

KING: One of these shots are going to take the head right off Lowedown! What a mess that will be!

JR: Master Z grabs Lowedown by the hair and throws him out of the ring.

Master Z follows Lowedown out!

(Lowedown gives Master Z a quick punch and grabs a steel chair from ringside. Lowedown charges and swings at Z, but Master Z ducks. Lowedown hits the ring post with the chair sending a sharp pain up through his arms.)

*CLANGGGGGGGGGGG*

(Lowedown drops the chair holding his arms to his body. Master Z straightens out and hits Lowedown with a massive clothesline knocking the wind from his lungs. Lowedown lies on the concrete coughing and bleeding.)

JR: The referee is having a terrible time keeping control of this match! Master Z manages to get himself and Lowedown back into the ring, but one of these times they’re going to get counted out!

(Master Z puts Lowedown back in a bearhug in the center of the ring. Lowedown’s eye has started to swell up and it is blacker than previously. Several scrapes and cuts have been added to his face, head, and neck.)

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has been incredible! Both men have been beating the living hell out of each other and neither man will give up!

King:I don't know how much more I can watch of this! Someone get me a bucket!

(Lowedown picks up Master Z and drives him back down to the mat with a hard scoop slam. Lowedown looks to the crowd as he gives the signal for another high elbowdrop from the top rope. Lowedown climbs up to the top rope and gives the signal. Lowedown is about to jump when he suddenly leaps back down to the mat and nails Master Z with a spear.)

JR:Lowedown wasn't sure whether or not he could pull that move again so he made a quick choice to switch gears and catch Z with a spear!

King:Lowedown is second guessing himself! He needs to stay on top of Master Z!

(Lowedown rises up and grabs Master Z by the neck and picks him back up. Lowedown drives repeated knees into the side of Z's head and then places Z's head between his legs and shouts to the crowd...)

LD:BLOODFLOW!

(Lowedown manages to place Z's arms behind his back and then powers Master Z up in the air and holds him upside down. Lowedown staggers a few feet as he tries to keep Master Z in the air. Suddenly, Lowedown loses his balance and falls backwards. Lowedown drops Master Z down almost on the top of his head....)

JR:Lowedown dropped Master Z! I think Lowedown tried to break Z's neck!

King:He just lost his balance! Besides, Lowedown still had him between his legs! He just changed the Bloodflow into a piledriver!

(Lowedown shakes the cobwebs for a moment as he crawls over and then wraps his arms around the neck of Master Z. Lowedown slowly places Z's arm behind his leg and locks on the Downtime. The crowd erupts as Lowedown pulls back on the neck of Master Z and holds on for his life...)

JR: Master Z is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Master Z is inching his way towards the ropes.
Master Z summons one last burst of energy.
Bart Farinus tells Master Z to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Master Z nods.
Bart Farinus asks Master Z if he should stop the fight.
Master Z shakes his head.
Master Z is barely hanging in there.
Bart Farinus asks Master Z if he's still there.
Master Z nods.
Bart Farinus asks Master Z if he should stop the fight.
Master Z shakes his head.
Bart Farinus checks Master Z's arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it stays up !
Master Z makes it to the ropes after 1 minute.

JR: Lowedown is fighting back! Both men are exchanging punches!

(Master Z gets fed up with the exchange of blows, and shoves Lowedown backwards. Lowedown stumbles back and collides with the referee.)

JR: OH NO! The referee just fell out over that top rope! He’s out cold!

Lowedown hits Master Z with a low blow kick. Master Z falls to the mat.

(Lowedown goes over to Master Z and grabs him by the hair. Master Z, while hunched over, has slipped a pair of brass knuckles onto his fist.)

JR: Master Z has put on a pair of brass knuckles he pulled from his waistband! The referee is out cold and Lowedown is clueless!

(Lowedown continues to pull Master Z to his feet, but is met with a hard brass knuckled fist to his jaw. Lowedown drops like a sack of potatoes. The wound on his jaw is reopened and gushes blood which runs down his neck, arms, and face.)

KING: This is gruesome! I can’t watch this carnage anymore!

JR: Both Lowedown and the referee are out cold! What is Master Z doing?

(Master Z walks over to the corner of the ring and begins to untie the pads from the turnbuckle. When all 3 are removed, he goes back over to Lowedown and slowly lifts him to his feet.)

JR: This is dangerous! Someone is going to be put in the hospital with the exposed steel of that turnbuckle!

(Master Z flings Lowedown towards the exposed turnbuckles, but Lowedown reverses it! Master Z reverses it again slamming Lowedown chest first into the steel!)

KING: YAHH! I can’t stand the sight of blood!

JR: A wound has now been opened on the chest of Lowedown! Master Z grabs Lowe by the hair, turns him around, and drives a shoulder into his midsection. This drives him spine first into the exposed turnbuckle!

(The camera zooms in on the referee who has just gotten back into the ring. The referee runs over to the corner where Master Z is repeatedly slamming the face of Lowedown, who is on his knees, into the exposed steel of that middle turnbuckle.)

JR: The referee is trying to stop Master Z, but Master Z is too fixed on ending the career of Lowedown!

(The referee finally gets between the two men and the corner, but Master Z keeps beating on Lowedown without losing a second!)

JR: Master Z ONCE AGAIN slaps that bear hug on Lowedown! I don’t think Lowedown is even conscious to begin with!

JR: Master Z puts Lowedown in a headlock! But wait, he just spun Lowe around and is setting him up for a suplex!

(Master Z lifts Lowedown high in the air in a vertical suplex. Master Z holds him in this position while walking around the ring.)

KING: Where is he going, JR!

JR: He’s going over to that….

*CLANK*

JR: Master Z just stuplexed Lowedown into that exposed turnbuckle! How devastating! I think Lowe is broken in half!

KING: I can’t look!

(Master Z slowly pulls himself to his feet turning and admiring his work. Lowedown’s limp body hangs over the top rope in the exposed turnbuckle. The blood runs down his arms and drips to the mat.)

JR: Master Z takes a few steps back then lands a hard kick into the back of the head of Lowedown sending him spilling to the outside. Master Z falls to the mat in exhaustion!

KING: These two men can’t possible keep going! Lowedown looks like he was in a car wreck, and Master Z is on his back in the ring in exhaustion!

JR: The match must go on! Master Z is getting to his feet and telling the referee to stop his count!

(Lowedown charges at Master Z with the last ounce of energy he has left inside of him. Master Z ducks and Lowedown goes head first into that exposed turnbuckle!)

JR: That exposed turnbuckle has totally destroyed Lowedown here tonight! I’ve never seen Master Z use such a weapon to tear his opponent limp from limb! Even when Master Z isn’t using the steel turnbuckle, Lowedown manages to slam his own body into it!

KING: I’m not sure Lowedown can even see anymore! One of his eyes is swollen shut, and the other is filled with the blood pouring from his forehead!

JR: One thing is for sure, He’s going to need a transfusion when this match is over! And from the looks of things, the referee CAN’T POSSIBLY let this match continue much longer!

(Master Z, with every ounce of strength he has left, lifts Lowedown to the top turnbuckle. He slowly climbs up to the second rope losing his balance twice!)

JR: This match could be over in a matter of seconds! Both men look like they were dragged behind a bus! Lowedown is barely conscious and bleeding from, what looks like, ever square inch of his body!

(Master Z falls backwards barely able to hold onto Lowedown. It wasn’t pretty, but he barely pulls off the Atomic Driver!)

JR: There it was! There was the Atomic Driver! Master Z is slowly rolling onto Lowedown for the pin! I don’t know how this is possible! Neither man has any idea where they are in that ring!

(As Master Z lies on top of Lowedown, we can see two stretchers and a variety of medical staff waiting just outside of the ring.)

JR: The referee is coming to make the count! I have never seen such destruction in my entire life! This match should have been stopped an hour ago! I can’t see how either man could even move let alone kick out of a pin, or even throw another punch!

JR: Bart Farinus counts: One,

King: Wait, look White Lightning and Big Kev are running down the ramp

JR: What the hell is this about!

Big Kev distracts the ref as White Lightning grabs a chair
White Lightning enters the ring as Master Z has his back turned

White Lightning reels back the chair

Master Z turns around and kicks the chair back into White Lightning's face.

Master Z goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Master Z.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner and NEW BMWF WORLD CHAMPION... Master Z!

JR: Master Z has done it! Master Z has won the World title from Lowedown!

KING: But Lowedown won the Bedlam Bowl!

JR: It's gonna be the new World Champion Master Z against Lowedown once again at Bruisermania 2004!!

We're outta time!

KING: YAHHHH!

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