(The show opens inside the MGM Grand Garden Arena Las Vegas Nevada. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out MGM Grand Garden Arena Las Vegas Nevada! Welcome to BMWF Bedlam Bowl 2004! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

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

(Suddenly, "Because of You" by Nickelback began to play as Lowedown and Flame made their way out of the ring as they hit opposite sides of the rampway and give the Wolfpac signal to the crowd. The crowd is on their feet as Lowedown and Flame re-unite at the top of the ramp and then run down to the ring and slide under the bottom rope. Lowedown pops back up on his feet as Flame crawls in between his legs and grabs a hold of his belt buckle and looks up at her husband...)

King:This is the only time I wish I was Lowedown's belt buckle! HAHAHA!

JR:The World champion may or may not walk out of here tonight with the belt as he faces Master Z tonight here at the Bedlam Bowl!

King:But Master Z is going to be in the ring at Bedlam Bowl before the World title match so Lowedown is going to watch Z get beat up and then pick up what's left!

JR:Lowedown will definitely take advantage of any situation he can against Z!

King:But Master Z has been through hellacious matches as well!

(Lowedown looks around as he takes off his sunglasses and hands them over to Flame who in turn, hands him a microphone and then leaps up to the top rope and sits down...)

LD:The time has finally come hasn't it Z? Lowedown versus Master Z for that World title on my lovely wife's shoulder right here in LAS VEGAS!!!

(Crowd pops)

LD:All these people here tonight are finally going to see me whooping your sorry @$$ all over this ring! There won't be any talk after tonight about whether or not I can beat you Z! Tonight...I'M GONNA PROVE IT!

(Lowedown listens to the crowd chanting his name as he then raises the microphone up again...)

LD:Z, I'm not going to lie to you if I said I wasn't honestly a bit excited about this match tonight! The crimson blood is flowing through these veins like a turbo charged engine and I am more than ready to run right over you plain and simple! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:You see my bWo peeps, this match has been a long time in the making! When I first arrived here in the BMWF, there was this man known only as the Ruler of the World who held this federation down with a brass knuckled fist! He dominated the ranks while I was getting my first match against Mark Lee and I saw this man not as a potential threat, but as someone I could learn from. Someone I could get to know and learn from. I will say this to you all. I did learn alot from Master Z without question. However, he didn't teach me everything ya know.

(Pause)

LD:I learned about how hold in the pain and continue fighting on no matter what the consequences were! I learned to be my own man and stand on my own two feet! I became the man I am today by standing in front of all of you and saying to everyone here and in the back, "I'm going to be the World Heavyweight champion and you will respect me!"

JR:Lowedown won his first World title against Hollywood Mike in a match that is legendary here in the BMWF!

King:Nobody will forget it! It was one of the biggest matches in BMWF history!

LD:And I climbed up that ladder step by step and kept my eye on you whether you knew it or not. I watched every step you made and watched every match you had. I even went and grabbed some old footage from one of the production guys in the back so I could watch your wrestling style. Not that you had much of a style to be honest. Put on brass knuckles and hit everyone in your path right?

King:That about sums it up! HAHAHA!

LD:I kept on fighting on against everyone and anyone who they put in my path while you sat there and counted your money and polished your corvette! I earned my way to the top and I earned that respect plain and simple! Then it happened Z! When I was outshining you and you were slowly being put out to pasture, you brought up the suggestion of re-forming the bWo and joining forces. Originally, I thought nothing of it and you realized my potential and knew I was your equal. Together, we ruled this federation and people took notice! White Lightning, the Judge, Dreadnaught all joined up and we became the biggest thing going! Everything as going as smooth as silk until...

King:Until Master Z nailed him with a chair! HAHAHA!

JR:It was Master Z's jealousy of the young champion!

LD:Until you realized that I surpassed and became the main event! I became the main attraction and you couldn't handle it could ya Z? Well tonight, things will change for the both of us. You and I will not be the same after tonight!

(Pause)

LD:You see Z, this match means more to me than I think it means to you.

(Lowedown walks over and takes the World title off of Flame's shoulder and walks back to the center of the ring...)

LD:Z, you're stepping into this ring with a man who is a four time World Heavyweight champion and each time that I have won this belt...I have defended this belt with pride and respect. You want this belt just so you can place it up on a mantle like a d@mn trophy! This title is not just saying that I am the best! This title represents the work, the blood, the sweat, the agony, and the dedication to this business! This is not a blue ribbon for the best tasting pie Z! This is...MY LIFE! This is...MY BUSINESS! THIS IS WHAT I DO BEST! I FIGHT THE BEST AND I BEAT THE BEST! You are next in line on my way to becoming the greatest World champion you no talent, low class, brass knuckle wearin', cheap @$$ cologne smellin' @$$clown sonofableep! That is the Lowedown on that!

(The crowd chants his name even louder as Lowedown is obviously beginning to lose his temper by the second...)

King:Lowedown needs to calm down or else he's going to burst a vessel!

JR:He's about to face one of the greatest legends in this business and he's telling Master Z that he's not going to step down from a fight!

LD:Let's go over the facts Z! Tag team match up and you stab me in the back and leave the bWo. You then call me a soft champion after I tell you that we don't need to cheat to win and walk out on me and the bWo! We dance around beating the hell out of each other trying to one up each other in front of these people that gets us nowhere! So, what happens next Z? We jack up our insurance by destroying each other's cars and have to take cabs to the arena!

King:I think Master Z got the shaft on that one! He had a priceless corvette and Lowedown had a truck that was in that Simple Life show with Paris Hilton!

JR:His truck was brand new!

King:Whoops! I guess it's just Paris Hilton that's old! HAHAHA!

LD:And finally it comes to tonight and the big bad Z first going into the Bedlam Bowl for a shot at the World title. This World title you see hanging on my shoulder Z! You will have to go through everyone else and then when you're gasping for air trying to keep your geriatric heart in check, I'll come strolling up the aisle all rested and ready to roll! You got no chance Z! No chance in hell!

(Lowedown pauses for a moment and then speaks again...)

LD:They always used to talk about the big, bad, Master Z being the ruler of the BMWF for some time right? Well, I don't know if you've heard about this other guy who's been running over everyone in his path and has a certain 15 pounds of gold around his waist? Guess what Z? YOU'RE LOOKING AT HIM!

(Pause)

LD:I'm the man who has kept this federation at the top of the mountain while you left to play shuffleboard and hit on the senior citizens at the Senior Center! I'm telling you this right here and right now Z, if you somehow manage to survive the Bedlam Bowl...I will be waiting to finish the job when I choke your sorry @$$ out! You and I are going to give these people the highlight of the night and I'm going to shut the lights on your career! That's the Lowedown on that Z! Ya feel me?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:HELL YEAH!

LD:I SAID..DO YA FEEL ME?!?

Crowd:OH HELL YEAH!

("Because of You" begiins to play again as Lowedown and Flame raise their arms in the air and give the Wolfpac signal to the crowd...)

JR:Ladies and Gentlemen, Lowedonw just laid it all out on the line here on Master Z!

King: I agree with Lowedown about this match changing the world of wrestling!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera fades in to show Michael Bole standing out in the parking lot in
front of the entrance to the arena)

Bole: Ladies and gentlemen I am here in the staff parking lot awaiting
Hardcore Harry to get a few words with him about his upcoming matches here
tonight at the Bedlam Bowl. Wait, here he comes now.

(Harry comes walking up to Bole carrying a gym bag)

Bole: Hello Harry can I have a word with you?

Harry: Make it quick, I need to drop this stuff off then get out to the bar
for my first match.

Bole: Okay, seeing how you mentioned the bar, that will be your first match
up tonight. It will be The Judge defending his Hardcore Title against Ryushi
Fujita, Kolic, Ignition and yourself. Now of course this wouldn’t be the
first barroom brawl that you have participated in but how do you think you
will do?

Harry: Well, I have been in two barroom brawls in the past and have won zero
so tonight I find myself walking in with a bunch of newbies as far as the
barroom brawl is concerned. The only other guy that I know who has been in
this type of match is The Judge and I know from experience that he is one
tough cookie.

(Harry looks down at his watch)

Harry: Well I know it is going to come down to The Judge and myself, and we
have traveled down this road before and I truthfully see myself coming out
on top and walking out of that bar with the Hardcore Title around my waist
once again.

Bole: It is possible and if anyone can do it, we all know you can.

Harry: Yeah quit with the kiss @$$ and get to the questions Bole.

Bole: Sorry, well my next question would be about the Bedlam Bowl. This will
be your second time entering it and seeing how Lowedown won last year and he
is champion now how big do you think this match is?

Harry: Of course this is one of the biggest shows of the year and whoever
wins gets a straight shot to BruiserMania so obviously this match is big.
Now this year there are a lot more new competitors that have entered the
Bowl so it could be anyone’s match but I see my self as one of the last four
men in the ring.

Bole: Do you have a prediction or should I assume you think you will win?

Harry: Of course you know I will win it Bole, why else would I enter into
the match up? You see tonight I go in there with the entire roster and show
them who is the boss and after two other matches I will still have enough to
tosses everyone of them city slickers over that top rope!

Bole: I see, now what about your second match? You will be taking on a
former friend and ally, Ignition. Scotty and you brought Ignition up in the
Union and you trained him to be one great competitor.

(Harry looks down at his watch again before he answers Bole)

Harry: One thing you forgot to mention Bole, that Ignition is a ungratefully
little BLEEP! I told him to do one thing for me, ONE THING!!! and he can’t
even do that. He talks about the respect he has or had for me well I could
give a BLEEP! Ignition screwed with me and I can going to give him the
greatest lesson on his life tonight. Don’t BLEEP with someone that can
control your fate and tonight Ignition’s fate hangs in the balance.

Bole: A very powerful statement from a very powerful man but Harry do you
have any final words before you head off for your first match up?

(Harry once again looks down at his watch)

Harry: Yeah I have a few minutes. Tonight I am walking into three different
matches, all three will try me in a different way, shape or form. First I
have a Barroom Brawl which will put my Hardcore abilities to the test then I
have a Nine Circles of Hell match which will try my Ultraviolent abilities
and prove I am the Ultraviolent Icon and lastly I will be entered in the
Bedlam Bowl match which will be my biggest challenge of the night including
stamina, endurance and many other things. So basically tonight is the
biggest night of my career and I will not slip up or show any error, Bole I
swear to you I am at my best tonight.

Bole: I believe you Harry, you look like it.

Harry: Two Title matches and one number one contender match, that sounds
like one hell of a night for one superstar huh? Most say it all can’t be
done and tonight I prove them all wrong and show everyone that it can.

(Harry walks past Bole and enters the arena)

Fade……

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Charlotte, NC...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Rod "The Truth" Killings

LILLY: His opponent...
From Atlanta, Georgia...
Weighing in at 237 pounds...

"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
New Jackal goes for a chokehold, but Rod Killings counters it with a facerake.
Rod Killings hits a dropkick on New Jackal.
Rod Killings throws New Jackal into the turnbuckle.
Rod Killings executes a series of kicks to the midsection on New Jackal.
Rod Killings goes for a splash, but New Jackal gets his knees up.
New Jackal hits a Hotshot on Rod Killings.
The crowd is cheering on New Jackal.
Rod Killings springs to his feet.
Rod Killings runs into the ropes.
New Jackal hits Rod Killings with a fist to the midsection.
New Jackal goes for a short clothesline, but Rod Killings ducks out of the way.
Rod Killings nails New Jackal with a dropkick.
Rod Killings runs into the ropes.
New Jackal goes for a bodyslam, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings goes for a Japanese armdrag takedown, but New Jackal
counters it with an elbowsmash.
New Jackal goes for a roundhouse right, but Rod Killings reverses it.
Rod Killings takes New Jackal down with a side suplex.
Rod Killings goes for a slap, but New Jackal reverses it.
New Jackal nails Rod Killings with a roundhouse right.
New Jackal goes for a forearm to the back, but Rod Killings side-steps and
New Jackal only hits air.
A small "Rod Killings" chant is being started.
Rod Killings nails New Jackal with a leg lariat.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rod Killings.
Rod Killings gets a side headlock on New Jackal.
New Jackal is valiantly trying to break the hold.
New Jackal grabs the ropes after being trapped for 8 seconds.
Rod Killings nails New Jackal with a dropkick.
Rod Killings is going for the cover.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Rod Killings dances.
A small "Rod Killings" chant is being started.
Rod Killings sends New Jackal into the turnbuckle.
Rod Killings runs shoulder-first into the corner, but New Jackal
moves out of the way.
New Jackal executes a forearm to the back on Rod Killings.
New Jackal runs into the ropes.
New Jackal almost takes Rod Killings's head off with a clothesline
New Jackal is going for the pin.
Earl Hepner counts: One, two, kickout.
New Jackal uses a low blow on Rod Killings.
New Jackal executes a bodyslam on Rod Killings.
New Jackal goes for the Diving Headbutt, but Rod Killings counters it with
a roll away.
Rod Killings executes a kick to the thigh on New Jackal.
Rod Killings takes New Jackal down with a series of punches.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rod Killings.
Rod Killings dances.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rod Killings.
Rod Killings whips New Jackal into the ropes, but New Jackal reverses it.
Rod Killings misses with an elbow.
Rod Killings hits New Jackal with an elbow.
Rod Killings dances.
A small "Rod Killings" chant is being started.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The Eco-Mobile swerves up to the arena, surprising Michael Bole who is
sitting on a crate. Inferno, Mineral, and Aquatic step out of the car.)

Bole: Hey! Champs! (The Eco-System turns around.) Can I get a quick interview?

Inferno: All right, but under one condition. You give US time to talk. No
cut-offs or anything, because we're coming with a purpose tonight, got it?

Bole: Um....all right? What is this purpose?

Aquatic: Good opening question there. Might have saved yourself a bludgeoning.

Mineral: (grabbing the mike) You see how we're dressed, Bole? Tell me how
we're dressed!

Bole: Can I respond? (Inferno nods) Well, you're both wearing T-shirts and
jeans, and your title belts. Wait! You're wearing a Cold T-Shirt while Inferno
is wearing an Evanescence....

Mineral: Okay, okay. But do you see any Armani suits? Any sunglasses?

Bole: No, I don't. Where'd they go? You were styling...

Mineral: They went to charity, Bole. Those less fortunate. (Mineral sees Bole
smile.) Don't get excited, it was cheaper than disposal service. Anyway, the
point is, we can't wear those suits! We can't play "Stunt 101" when we come
out! We can't do that
cause, quite plain and simply, WE AREN'T THOSE PEOPLE!

Inferno: Look, Bole! We wanted the fans to like us! It was a simple idea in
theory, just expand our Ecolyte base! But one thing we don't do is sell out! We
completely changed our image for the fans, only maintaining a weak hold on
our morals. And even s
ll, half the fans still booed us. All the so-called locker room leaders said
we had to let the fans "warm up to us as nice guys". But you know what? We
don't play games! They want to boo us, then darn it, they're going to get a
REASON to boo us!

Aquatic: (hops down off the car, which she's been sitting on.) Now that's the
Eco-System I know and love! So you know what? The fans don't like us backing
Kolic, we'll back him triple! The fans don't like me attacking Rachel, I'll
DESTROY her! The fans
n't like you guys fighting Team Beautiful.....you could CRIPPLE them!

Bole: Wait a second...this is getting a little overboard. Maybe you should
let the fans just act as they want to-

Inferno: (getting in Bole's face, making him back down.) DID I TELL YOU TO
SPEAK, YOU BIOHAZARD? NO, I DIDN'T! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? AS LONG AS WE'RE IN
CHARGE AROUND HERE, AS LONG AS WE HAVE THESE BELTS AROUND OUR WAIST, ALL
YOU....YOU....INFEDELS WILL BE
OING STRAIGHT TO HELL, THE NOR-WAY!

(The Eco-System charges off, with Aquatic only stopping for a second to spit
in Bole's direction. Bole is shell-shocked.)

FADE

>>>

(Cameras go live outside of the MGM Grand Garden Arena to see a Black Viper with white lightning bolts down the sides and a big lightning bolt on the hood pull up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature full white suit and silver sunglasses on. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and the TV Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena, when he spots Big Kev Nash's Black truck pull in. White Lightning walks over to the truck to talk to Big Kev.)

White Lightning: Tonight is a big night! Tonight I will finally show everyone that I am the Chosen One!

Kev: You will walk out of Vegas tonight Victorious!

White Lightning: So true! No one in that ring will be able to stop me!

Kev: Not even that punk Master Z!

White Lightning: Definitely not that worthless piece of BLEEP!

Kev: Let's get inside

(White Lightning and Big Kev walk into the arena as the camera fades…..)

>>>

KING: It's time for the Women's Bedlam Bowl! WOO HOO! PUPPIES!!

*DING DING* J

R: There's the bell!
Flame takes Francine down with a huricanrana.
A small "Flame" chant is being started.
Flame goes for a hair pull, but Francine blocks it.
Francine tries to throw Flame over the top rope.
She didn't succeed.
Francine hits a punch on Flame.
Francine punches Flame.
The crowd is booing Francine.
Francine punches Flame.
Francine is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Francine kicks Flame.
Flame hits Francine.
Flame is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Flame takes Francine down with a piledriver.
Flame sends Francine into the turnbuckle.

Francine goes for a bulldog, but Flame blocks it.
Flame executes a facebite on Francine.

The crowd counts with the clock as it countsdown!
CROWD: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...!

*BZZZZZZ*

(Suddenly a soft white glow shines upon the entrance ram. "Trouble" by Pink plays out through the arena and black and white video clips plays as the fans get up to their feet and cheer.)

PA: No attorneys

To plead my case

No orbits

To send me in and outta space

(The Queen of Hearts walks out dressed in a white blouse and pinstripe skirt with matching jacket. She has her Women's Title, slung over her shoulder as she saunters on the stage. She claps her hands and lifts her cane up into the air. She swings around and then strides down the ramp. She rolls in under the bottom rope and is assisted to her feet by the referee.)

PA: I’m trouble
Yeah trouble now
I’m trouble ya’ll
I disturb my whole town

(While she waits, she kicks her stiletto heels off to the outside and hands her jacket to the announcer. Rachel draws a microphone from her shirtsleeve, and waits for the crowd to die down before speaking.)


King: Shh! I think she wants to say something!

JR: Well that’s a first in a while

Rachel: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have arrived before you tonight to discuss a great plague that has cropped up as of late in the BMWF. What I’m talking about is the lack of competition and the monotony that it’s received over the last few weeks. We can only sit through so many Aquatic hissy-fits and Judge Moody idioms.

(The fans look around to each other questionably.)

JR: What does she mean by that?

Rachel: Don’t play so dumb; you know those pathetic excuses of promos and matches that you have to sit though before you get to see another LO-ONG Lowedown or Master Z rant. Us, the working class, are forced to work as the BMWF’s underlings in 2nd or 3rd matches of the night, and also receiving little or no gratitude for our efforts. I can eve hear BMWF wrestlers complain about how they hate women’s matches unless they involve “HLA” or “Bras and Panties”.

(The fans cheer profoundly at the thought of these matches.)

Rachel: Of course, nothing better than two oiled-up chicks going at it right?

(The fans cheer louder.)

Rachel: WRONG! I mean, I can’t keep kidding myself like this. I’ve been here for a year and never once received a compliment for my hard work and dedication. Most women are here for what? Two months? Maybe three? I mean look at Wren, Kailey and Crystal, all out. This title means nothing to me; it’s a burden, a nuisance, a pain in the @$$. The thought of it disgusts me, the way it reads, “Women’s Championship” across the front is horrifying and degrading. So I have no other choice…

(Rachel takes one last look at her title before tossing to the center of the ring. She then leans on the top rope and performs a 180-degree flips to the outside, landing on her feet in one swift motion. The crowd hisses at her.)

JR: What?!?!

King: Rachel just eliminated herself!

JR: But why!?

Rachel: Yeah, that’s right. I have no want to compete in this match! The title is a crap-stain on the panties of life, so I leave the other ladies to fight for it. Good luck to the winner and I apologize for all that you have to go through. So see ya toots!

(Rachel rolls her eyes and swiftly returns to the back. The fans boo raucously at her actions, but she pays no attention to them. On her way up she gets into an argument with a few of the fans, which forces security to come and break it up.)

JR: I think Rachel’s lost it!

King: Well she’s out, but that means that we’ll have a new Women’s Champ!

JR: Well, after not RPing for 3 weeks in a row, we'd have a new one anyway!

KING: RPing?

JR: Well, now we have to edit all of Rachel's spots out of this match!

KING: More work for nothing!

(Flame and Francine are going at it.)
JR: Flame goes for a hair pull, but Francine blocks it.
Francine punches Flame.
Francine is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Francine punches Flame.
Francine further incites the crowd.
Francine takes Flame down with a low blow.
Francine hits Flame.
Flame chops Francine.

(Francine and Flame are going at it.)
JR: Francine executes a series of slaps on Flame.
Francine goes for a bulldog, but Flame blocks it.
Flame executes a dragon screw leg whip on Francine.
Flame has the crowd going wild.
Flame takes Francine down with an elbow to the head.
The crowd is going crazy.
Flame goes for a hair pull, but Francine blocks it.
Francine takes Flame down with a punch.
Francine hits an eye gouge on Flame.
Francine takes Flame down with a back rake.
Francine sends Flame into the turnbuckle.
Francine kicks Flame.
Francine further incites the crowd.
Flame kicks Francine.
Flame has the crowd going wild.

The crowd counts with the clock as it counts down!

CROWD: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...!

*BZZZZZZ*

** Judge Moody hits the ring.

(Judge Moody and Francine are going at it.)
Judge Moody goes for a headbutt, but Francine blocks it.

(Flame and Francine are going at it.)
Flame runs into the ropes.
Francine nails Flame with a hair pull.
Francine hits a punch on Flame.
Francine hits Flame with an eye gouge.
Francine takes Flame down with a kick to the midsection.
Francine executes the Evenflow DDT on Flame.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.
The crowd counts with the clock as it countsdown!
CROWD: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...!

*BZZZZZZ*

** Jacklyne J. hits the ring..

JR: The crowd counts with the clock as it countsdown!
CROWD: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...!

*BZZZZZZ*

KING: What the...? Already?

JR: There were some Rachel spots there.

KING: I see

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN.......REMIXED........NEW LEVEL OF VIOLENCE....

(Cold's "Stupid Girl" plays over the PA System as blue mist rises from the
stage. There is an explosion of blue fireworks, and Aquatic comes out with a
towel on her head and a mike in hand. She gestures for the music to be stopped,
and is obliged. She r
ses the mike to her mouth.)

Aquatic: Rachel......how dare you. How dare you neglect your duties. I don't
know what an rp is or how I would have automatically won because of your lack
of one, but my point is this. WE could have had a match at bedlam Bowl! The
title could have guara
eed stayed within Prime Time, but NO! Now we have 2 to 1 odds of having the
title fall out of Prime Time! Well.....obviously we're better than everyone
else here, but the technical statistics are two-to-one. So now, I am no longer
the anarchist, the Pri
 Time maverick! YOU are the one who neglects your Prime Time duty! Because in
that ring, Tyrone nor Tamer will not be there to protect you! It's you and
four mortal women......and ME! For when your world comes to an end, and I stand
upon the heap of all
f the fallen women as the champion, the last thought that will go through you
mind is that you know that you have finally felt what it means to....

Aquatic/Crowd: FEEL MY PAIN!

** Aquatic hits the ring.

Aquatic dropkicks Jacklyn J into the corner.
Judge Moody and Francine come at Aquatic from both sides, but she ducks and
they run into each other.

JR: This rumble is turning into a total brawl fast!

(Aquatic grabs Francine and whips her ito the ropes, catching her with a DDT.)

King: Why is Aquatic helping Rachel?

JR: She's not! Rachel isn't here!

KING: Oh, yeah!

JR: Jacklyn runs at Aquatic, but she is caught by a lariat from Judge Moody.
Aquatic executes a release German Suplex on Flame.
Francine kicks Aquatic in the gut, but Aquatic jumps on her with a Lou Thesz
press.

JR: It seems like Aquatic is coming into this match with a vengance!

(Aquatic climbs to the top rope and looks around for an open woman. She sees
Francine get up and Aquatic jumps onto Francine, hurricaraning her.)

Jacklyne J. hits Francine with a backdrop.
Francine falls out of the ring.
** Francine has been eliminated.
A small "Jacklyne J." chant is being started.
(Jacklyne J. and Flame are going at it.)
Jacklyne J. hits a snap suplex on Flame.
Jacklyne J. whips Flame into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. goes for a dropkick, but Flame side-steps and Jacklyne J.
only hits air.
The chants for Flame are deafening.

Flame runs into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. hits a huricanrana on Flame.
Jacklyne J. uses a missile dropkick on Flame.
The crowd is starting to get behind Jacklyne J..

JR: Flame is running at
Aquatic!

Aquatic ducks Flame's running clothesline.
Aquatic jumps up and nails Flame with a flying dropkick.
Flame is lying up against the ropes and Aquatic runs to the other side of the
ring.

King: I love this move!! I love this move!! I love this move!!

(Aquatic flips three times before nailing Flame with the handspring elbow)

(Aquatic catches Judge Moody with a kick to the mouth, and then dropkicks her
into the corner. Aquatic pulls Judge Moody up to the top rope.)

JR: Aquatic has Judge Moody and herself precriously positioned!

Aquatic jumps up and dropkicks Moody off the top turnbuckle, sending herself
crashing to the mat and Moody flying out of the ring.

** Judge Moody has been eliminated.

Aquatic begins to get up as the crowd cheers.

JR: Even the crowd can feel the electricity behind Aquatic.

(Jacklyne J. and Flame are going at it.)
Jacklyne J. goes for a bulldog, but Flame counters it with a back suplex.
Flame takes Jacklyne J. down with a snap mare.
Flame hits a hair pull on Jacklyne J..
Flame rips her shirt open to reveal sportsbra..
The crowd is behind Flame all the way.
Flame hits Jacklyne J. with a bulldog.
Flame takes Jacklyne J. down with a dragon screw leg whip.
The crowd is behind Flame all the way.
Flame takes Jacklyne J. down with a low blow.
Flame takes Jacklyne J. down with an elbow to the head.
Flame punches Jacklyne J..
The chants for Flame are deafening.
Flame punches Jacklyne J..
The chants for Flame are deafening.
Flame punches Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. hits Flame.
The crowd is starting to get behind Jacklyne J..
Flame punches Jacklyne J..
The chants for Flame are deafening.
Flame kicks Jacklyne J..
Flame punches Jacklyne J..
Flame tries to throw Jacklyne J. over the top rope.
** Jacklyne J. has been eliminated.
The crowd is giving Flame a standing ovation.

(Flame and Aquatic are going at it.)

Flame hits Aquatic.
Aquatic hits Flame.
Aquatic executes an Asai moonsault on Flame.
A fan at ringside badmouths Aquatic.
Aquatic punches Flame.
A fan at ringside badmouths Aquatic.
Flame hits Aquatic.
Aquatic punches Flame.
The crowd is booing Aquatic.
Flame kicks Aquatic.
The crowd erupts.
Flame hits Aquatic.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Flame kicks Aquatic.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.
Aquatic punches Flame.
Aquatic kicks Flame.
Aquatic hits a German suplex on Flame.
Aquatic is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Aquatic takes Flame down with a bulldog.
Aquatic is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Aquatic hits an eye poke on Flame.
Aquatic hits Flame.
A fan at ringside badmouths Aquatic.
Flame punches Aquatic.
The crowd is on its feet cheering for Flame.
Aquatic punches Flame.
Aquatic is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Flame kicks Aquatic.
Aquatic kicks Flame.
Aquatic is being booed like there is no tomorrow.
Aquatic kicks Flame.
Numerous fans are using Aquatic for target practice.
Aquatic punches Flame.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Aquatic tries to throw Flame over the top rope.
** Flame has been eliminated.
The crowd erupts.

Lilly: Here is your winner......and NEW Woman's Champion.......AQUATIC!

(Aquatic is obviously flabbergasted as the belt is handed to her. She stands
up with the belt raised over her head, huge smile n her face. She exits as her
music plays.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens in the parking lot of the arena. The camera pans around the
lot until it centers on the entrance.)

KING: What’s this all about JR?

JR: I’m hearing that our camera crew is on the lookout for the mystery
participants in tonight’s Bedlam Bowl match.

KING: How come you hear these things and I don’t?

JR: Your headset must be broken King.

(Suddenly a black car appears in the entranceway and slowly moves into the
lot. Its windows are heavily tinted so the passengers are out of sight.)

KING: Who’s this JR?

(The car moves towards the camera crew and stops. Suddenly the passenger
door opens. A figure sits in the passenger seat, completely dressed in
black. A hood attached to his sweater rests over his head, obscuring the
vast majority of his large head. The rest is covered by shadow.)

KING: Who the hell is that?

(The figure steps a large black boot out of the car.)

JR: I don’t have a clue King. Why is he hiding his face?

(The man steps out of the car and slowly closes the door. His face is still
obscured as he keeps his head down, allowing the darkness contained in his
hood to remain.)

KING: This guy doesn’t want people to know he is here.

JR: Maybe it’s the gentleman who brings you those magazines!

KING: I told you they’re art JR; you know how I love to draw.

JR: So that’s what they’re calling it now!

(The man begins to walk into the arena building. The cameraman moves in
closer, attempting to see under the hood. The mysterious figure quickly
raises his hand and palms away the camera lens.)

KING: Whoa!

(The man continues into the arena and disappears down a corridor.)

FADE

>>>

(Black is walking slowly towards his locker room. He's dressed in street clothes, a set of dark khakis, and a black button down shirt. He stops when The Couch approaches.)

The Couch: Mister Black. Mister Black. Can I have a few seconds of your time? I have a couple questions for you.

Black: A few seconds of my time? (Black looks at a wrist watch.) The clock is ticking. Make it quick. I have a match I have to prepare for.

The Couch: Sure. The fans want to know if you have any strategies for this match. You're going against an impossible opponant in Darklord, and the odds are stacked against you.

Black: Stacked against me? Couch, since I've been here in the BMWF, the odds have always been stacked against me. As for your question, yes, I do have a strategy.

The Couch: What is that strategy?

Black: For starters, I've got an equalizer. In my gym bag right here, I've got a 32 inch piece of grade A, USA lumber. A Louisville Slugger for you idiots that haven't figured it out. Sure, Darklord's a big motherBLEEP, and he can take a pounding, so my baseball bat is going to even the odds.

The Couch: I see. A Last Man Standing match doesn't have any disqualification. That's good thinking.

Black: Of course it's good thinking. Are you trying to tell me I'm stupid? (Black gets in The Couch's face.)

The Couch: N-no.

(Black backs off.)

Black: Good. Is there anything else?

The Couch: N-no.

Black: Good. Now I have a match to prepare for. (Black heads into his locker room, leaving The Couch standing there with a baffled look on his face.)

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Led to the ring by Uncle Paul...
Fighting out of Unknown...
Weighing in at 328 pounds...

"Lord of Darkness" 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.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black

(Black enters the ring with a baseball bat)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Black takes a swing at Darklord with the bat. But Darklord caught it without a second breath.
King: Things are already going bad for William Black.
JR: At least Darklord just through the bat on the ground. Black with a pair of lefts. Darklord doesn't look phased King. Black continues to land left hands on Darklord's jaw. Darklord hasn't moved. Black bounces off the ropes and hits Darklord with a stiff left hand. Darklord still doesn't flinch. What can William Black possibly do to hurt Darklord, let alone win this match King.
King: There's no way this idiot is going to win.
JR: Black comes off the ropes again and connects with another left hand. Look King, it looks like Darklord might have felt that one. He doesn't look too happy about it though.
King: He better do it again if he ever wants to beat Darklord.
JR: Once more Black comes off the ropes. Darklord swings a meaty right hand, but Black ducks under it and slides outside the ring. I think he's going to rethink his strategy.
King: He needs too. William Black is about as effective as a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest.
JR: Uh-oh. Darklord is coming out after him. I don't think Black has seen it. Darklord with a clubbing blow to the back sends Black to the ground. Darklord adds a few boots to the mix, and it looks like Black is helpless to do anything about it.

(Black groans in pain, absorbing hit after hit on the ground.)

JR: Darklord drags Black to his feet. Darklord with an Irish Whip that sends Black crashing into the steel steps. A pair of weak left hands from Black to the mid-section. Darklord with a stiff right hand and Black is once again on the ground. Darklord throws Black into the railing.

(Black winces in pain, slumping down on the ground.)

JR: Darklord with a few more right hands and an Irish Whip -- No, Black reverses. Darklord goes face first into the ringpost. Black slams Darklord's face into the ringpost! And Again! And one more time! Darklord drops to a knee. King, can you believe it, William Black is fighting back!
King: Yeah, yeah. It didn't do much good, Darklord is already back on two feet.
JR: Black with a left hand, and another. Darklord with a right hand and Black is reeling back. Darklord with a face smash, slamming Black's face right into the announcer table! Once more, and again William Black is helpless against the punishment.
King: He needs to just give up.
JR: Darklord with another face smash. No, Black counters with an elbow to the mid-section, and Darklord is the one eating the table. Black with another face smash and Darklord is on his knees. Black grabs a chair from ringside. Black winds up and cracks Darklord across the back with the chair! You could hear that in the entire arena King!
King: I couldn't.
JR: The ref starts counting. 1, 2, 3, And Darklord is already back on his feet. Black connects with another chair shot, dropping Darklord to a knee. One more chairshot to the head and Darklord falls over. This could be it King! The ref is counting again. 2, 3, 4, and Darklord is back on his feet.
JR: William Black looks confused! He looks astounded! You can see the amazement flashing on his face. You can read it like a book!

(Black looks around in wild amazement.)

King: William Black didn't accomplish anything but making Darklord even more upset! Haha!
JR: Black goes to the well once more with the chair!
King: He went to the well one too many times, because Darklord just grabbed the chair from him.
JR: Darklord with a chairshot -- But William Black ducks and the chair smacks harmlessly into the ringpost. Black wisely slides back inside the ring.
King: I don't know how wise it is, Darklord still has the chair. And he's coming after him!
JR: Darklord enters the ring. Black with a kick to the gut and Darklord drops the chair. DDT! DDT! DDT by Black and Darklord is spiked down onto the chair! What a move! That put Darklord on the mat.
The ref starts counting 1, 2, 3, 4, and Darklord sits up.

JR: Darklord almost takes William Black's head off with a short clothesline
Darklord hits William Black with a kick.
Darklord executes an elbowdrop on William Black.
Darklord almost takes William Black's head off with a short clothesline
The crowd is going crazy.
Darklord takes William Black down with leg scissors.
Darklord almost takes William Black's head off with a flying lariat
Darklord rolls back his eyes.
Darklord has the crowd going wild.

JR: Darklord with a knee and Black drops to his knees. Darklord hooks William Black up and hits a stalling suplex. He held that one for ages. The ref starts the count. 3, 4, 5, 6, and William Black crawls to his knees. Darklord with an irish whip, sending Black into the ropes. Darklord comes off the ropes and hits a flying lariat that sends William Black to the canvas. Darklord with a boot, and another, and another, and another. Darklord tosses Black into the corner. Darklord with a flurry of punches and William Black falls flat on his face. Darklord with a blatant choke and Black is writhing in pain.
King: You know, in a Last Man Standing match, there are no DQs, which means that Darklord can hold that choke for more then 5 seconds. In fact, he can hold the choke for as long as he likes!

(Black struggles to get away, but doesn't get very far.)

JR: Darklord throws Black into the ropes and hits with a perfectly telegraphed Spinebuster! You could see the ring shake! Wow! Our Referee picks up the count. 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and Darklord breaks up the count by applying a rear chinlock.

Darklord goes for a bodyslam, but William Black blocks it.
William Black hits an eye gouge on Darklord.
William Black goes for neckbreaker, but Darklord blocks it.
Darklord kicks William Black.

JR: Darklord with a huge right hand and Black falls into the corner. Darklord rushes in and connects with a brutal back elbow! Darklord with a kick to the ribs. Darklord with a right hand. Darklord continues to punish Black in the corner with a series of punches. Darklord sits Black on the top ropes. Darklord nearly kills William Black with a superplex and both men are down!
King: I bet Darklord gets up first!
JR: The ref starts the count 3, 4, 5, 6...Darklord sits up, but Black is still down, 7, 8... Black manages to get to his feet. I don't know how he did it.
King: I told you Darklord would get up first!

JR: Darklord chops William Black.
The crowd is giving Darklord a standing ovation.
Darklord hits a headbutt on William Black.
Darklord uses a kick to the midsection on William Black.
William Black begs off.

JR: Black ducks a right hand from Darklord. Black connects with two left hands. Darklord blocks a punch from Black. Black ducks another right hand from Darklord. A series of forearm shivers from Black. Black sends Darklord into the ropes with an irish whip. Baaaaaaaaaaack drop from Black gets a pop from the crowd. Darklord is already on his feet. An Arm drag by Black puts Darklord on the mat. Darklord reverses momentum with a boot to the gut. Bodyslam from Darklord sends William Black rolling to the outside. William Black looks too exhausted to continue King. He's writhing in pain and gasping for air all at the same time!

JR: Headbutt from Darklord puts Black against the ropes. Darklord with an irish whip into the corner. Darklord follows it up with a running clothesline. Darklord goes for a bodyslam...But Black falls out of the back! Blacklock! William Black wraps Darklord up in the Blacklock! We haven't seen him use that move for ages!
King: It still looks like a Cobra Clutch to me.
JR: He calls it the Blacklock
King: It won't do him any good this match. There's no way he could make Darklord tap out anyway.
JR: Darklord counters the Blacklock by turning it into a Death Valley Driver! William Black just landed head first on the mat!
King: Darklord is going for that baseball bat! This won't be good for Black!

(William Black uses the ropes to drag himself to his feet. He staggers, trying to maintain some sense of balance.)

JR: Black's out on his feet. And Darklord has the baseball bat! Darklord blasts Black across the head with the baseball bat!
King: Darklord just hit a homerun on William Black's forehead!
JR: William Black is busted wide open! He's out cold. The ref is administering the count. 5...6...7... Darklord stands over Black. 8...9... Black is on his knees at Darklord's feet.

(Black tries to drag himself to his feet by holding onto the baseball bat and Darklord's arm, but falls back down to his knees.)

King: Why did the referee stop counting, Black isn't standing?
JR: Darklord grabs William Black by the throat and drags him to his feet. It looks like Darklord is going to put this one away right here with a Chokeslam King
King: Good. I like seeing Darklord Chokeslam people!
JR: A low blow! A LOW BLOW! A LOW BLOW by William Black and Darklord drops the baseball bat!
King: But he still has Black by the throat! This Chokeslam is still going to put this match away!
JR: A Thumb to the Eyes! Another thumb to the eyes and Darklord staggers away. He lost his grip. Somehow Black managed to escape the chokeslam! Black picks up the baseball bat! Get him kid! This is your chance!
King: You actually want William Black to beat the Darklord?
JR: Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing him win this match. I always like the underdogs.
King: I'll tell Darklord you said that.
JR: The crowd seems to be behind Black here. Black winds up and just waffles Darklord with a swing from the baseball bat! Darklord falls flat on his back! Black has done it! He's dropped Darklord!

The ref starts counting. 3...4...5...

King: Is that blood on Darklord?
6...7...
JR: I think so!
8...
King: Darklord just sat up! Great!
JR: No way! I don't believe it, and I don't think William Black does either!

JR: Black sizes Darklord up for another strike! He still has the baseball bat! Darklord blocks the swing from the baseball bat by grabbing it. Darklord jerks the bat from Black's hands!
King: Strike! Haha! He missed! And Darklord has the baseball bat!
JR: Darklord swings! Black ducks and bounces off the ropes! Flying Forearm only staggers Darklord! Black ducks another huge swing from Darklord! Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber '03! Black just hammered Darklord with his finisher! I don't believe it!
3...4...
JR: The referee starts the count again!
5...6...
JR: Is he gonna do it? Is William Black going to defeat Darklord? Is he going to do the impossible?
7...8...
JR: The fans are counting Along with the referee!
King: No! Get up Darklord! You can't be beaten by a rookie!

(Darklord sits up. The fans in the arena are going crazy!)

JR: I think he might've heard you King.
King: Whew! My prayers worked!

(A busted and broken Black motions Darklord on. He's in the corner telegraphing him.)

JR: Black's sizing Darklord up in the corner. Empty Chamber! Darklord is down again!

(Darklord sits up before the referee can count.)

JR: What the? Darklord is up... Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber! Oh my God! King, that is three of them!
King: I can count JR...
JR: There's no way--(Darklord sits up, yet again)--That was only a 4 count!
King: I said there was no way Black can beat Darklord,,,
JR: Darklord just refuses to stay down...
King: No, not another one... Not a FOURTH Empty Chamber!

The referee is counting...6...7...8...
JR: Darklord isn't moving King!
9..........

Darklord is up!

KING: YAHHH! Look at his eyes! They're glowing red! get out of there, Black!

JR: Darklord has Black by the throat!

CHOKESLAM TO HELL ON BLACK!!!

KING: Oh, no! I think Darklord is tired of playing around with this punk! He just threw him outside of the ring.

JR: Darklord could have put him away with that chokeslam, but he wants to hurt this kid!

KING: He wants to teach Black a lesson--it's not nice to fool with the Lord of Darkness.

JR: Darklord has Black up and plants that top edge of the chair underneath Black's throat!

KING: Oh, my gosh! We haven't seen this in ages.

JR: Darklord drives Black's throat and that chair right onto the floor! My God! Black may have a broken larynx!

KING: Darklord isn't finished! He has the chair set up! Where's he going?

JR: He's getting another chair...and another!
Darklord has pulled Black up! CHOKESLAM ONTO THREE CHAIRS!
The ref is counting..1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9...Wait! Darklord just scared the ref off!

KING: YAHHH! He's not finished with Black!

JR: Darklord tosses Black headfirst into the steel ringpost! Black is bleeding like a stuck pig!

KING: And look at Darklord! I thought he was bleeding, but his wound has healed! Darklord must be a mutant! Where are the X-Men when you need them?

JR: My gosh! Darklord has set up a table on the stage! Now he's setting up another!

KING: Why doesn't the ref count Black out while Darklord is taking so long setting up tables?

JR: Well, either that ref is scared stiff or is in a trance!

KING: Darklord has three tables set up on the stage.

JR: Darklord has Black on his shoulder! He's climbing to the top of the Bruisertron!!

KING: This doesn't look good for Black!

JR: Shades of Tyrone Smith! I think Darklord is going to Tombstone Black right off the Bruisertron!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: He's got Black into position! NO! NO! DON'T DO IT!

(Darklord teases jumping off the Bruisertron, but then turns and drives Black into the hard steel instead!)

JR: TOMBSTONE ONTO THE BRUISERTRON!

KING: But the ref still isn't counting!

JR: Darklord STILL isn't finished! He has Black up!! He's going to chokeslam him off the Bruisertron!

KING: No, wait! He just let go and dropped Black back onto the Bruisertron! I think Darklord is going to show some mercy!

JR: I can't believe it! Well, count him ref!

KING: That moron is still in a trance!

JR: Wait! Darklord is helping Black up. He's backing away from Black who can barely stand!

KING: See? I told you Darklord was really a nice guy!

(As Black staggers near the edge of the Bruisertron, Darklord suddenly shoots a fireball at the newcomer!)

JR: FIREBALL! A DARK FORCE FIREBALL! Black is on fire! He's falling!!!

*CRASH*

JR: MY GOD! BLACK JUST FELL FROM THE BRUISERTRON AND THROUGH THOSE TABLES ON THE STAGE! EMTs are rushing to put out the fire!

KING: Look! The ref is counting!

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

*DING DING*

JR: It's over! Thank God it's finally over!

LILLY: The winner is Darklord!

KING: Darklord let Black have his fun then brutally punished the poor guy!

(Funeral music plays as Druids come out wheeling a casket.)

JR: They're putting Black into the casket!

KING: Cool! Now it's a casket match!

JR: No, look! It's Friar Fergus and Altar Boy Mark! They're saying last rites over Black!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Rachel Pitt peers around the corner of the BMWF locker room and sees Aquatic, coming in through the back, a little sweaty from her previous match. Rachel grins evilly to herself, and steps out from her hiding place.)

Rachel: Hello, Sheila…

(Aquatic boldly spins around and notices Rachel. She goes to confront her but Rachel pulls a string, which causes two paint cans to spill from the ceiling, soaking Aquatic with blue paint. Aquatic loses her footing, and slips and falls making a fool out of herself. She struggles to get up but Rachel places her heeled boot on Aquatic’s abdomen, pinning her to the ground.)

Rachel: No please don’t get up. If you can recall a book by the name of ‘Carrie’ then you’ll remember the gripping scene where the kids of the town destroyed the young woman’s dignity by covering her with pig’s blood. Now I’m sorry that I didn’t have any blood for you, but I think this still gets the point across. Like you, Carrie was a freak, an outcast, something no one cared for. I hope you take that into consideration before you start rubbing noses with me.

(Rachel releases her foot from Aquatic, causing her to spew paint from her mouth. Rachel laughs ominously at the sight of the resisting creature.)

Rachel: Oh look, you made my boots dirty…

Fade…

>>> 

(The BruiserTron displays a newspaper-like black and white image of Ryushi
Fujita with the caption of 13 MILLION DEAD over his head.)

Announcer: While Ryushi Fujita was light heavyweight champ, 13 million people
all across the world died. Coincidence? Unlikely.

(The screen pans out to Kolic, who is sitting seriously, pretending to read
this paper. He looks up.)

Kolic: I know my opponent disagrees with me, but I believe it's wrong for
people to die.

(Kolic walks over to an old lady in a casket who sits up and shakes his hand.)

Kolic: Of course, that's just my opinion. Now, back to the issues. It's a
shame that Ryushi has resorted to such negative tactics such as claiming that the
Eco-System would try to cheat to give me a victory. It's a good thing I'm
running such a positive
ampaign, otherwise I would tell you some pretty shocking things about Ryushi
Fujita and special interest helpers,

(Grainy black-and-white photo of Ryushi shaking hands with Adolf Hitler,
Satan, and Boxman, laughing gaily.)

Kolic: Anyway, as I was saying, I am running a positive campaign. BUT of
course, I have no control over what Infer...er, the professional help says.

(Kolic fades out)

Announcer: Ryushi is supposed to be an honest and respetful representative of
his native home? But is he? Let's look at this highly confedential tape.

(Inferno and Minral are sitting at a table. Inferno is wearing a bad Ryushi
Fujita costume, while Mineral is wearing a suit. Both are squinting in a bad
attempt to look Japanese.)

Ryuferno: Hey. Japanese Mafia Guy. Thanks. For Giving Me. This
Light-Heaywight Belt.

Japaneral: You are welcome. It's a good thing our evil orginization runs
everything.

Ryuferno and Japaneral: Ha. Ha. Ha.

(The scene fades out and goes back to Kolic, who is now conspicuously draped
in the American flag.)

Kolic: I think it is obvious that Ryushi is an evil foreigner unworthy to
participate in this fed, unlike respectable foreign imports such as the
Eco-System. When I am light-heavyweight champion, I will do my best to uphold the
values that make this cou
ry great.

(We cut to the image of an American flag with Kolic's face on it waving in
the wind. This caption appears:)

A VOTE FOR KOLIC IS A VOTE FOR MOM, APPLE PIE, AND BASEBALL. EXCEPT THE
YANKEES. GO NOMAR!

(The flag changes to the color of Nomar's uniform, and this finally cuts away
to the copyright.)

"Brought to you by Kolic Marketing Industries. Copyright 2004 Eco-System. All
portions of this commercial may not be reproduced in any way without the
express written permission of the Eco-System."

FADE

>>>

JR: We are getting word that The Judge has just arrived at the bar where the Bar Room Brawl will be held later tonight!

King: What a match that will be!

(The Bruisertron lights up to show a bar room with tons of people in it. Men and women sit at tables and at the bar where people are serving them drinks. The bar has more of a western theme to it, and the double doors swing open as the BMWF Hardcore Champion, The Judge, enters. He takes two steps into the bar, and then pulls off his silver-rimmed sunglasses.)

Judge: Alright, everyone needs to leave.

(Everyone in the bar stops what they are doing and turn their attention towards The Judge. A tall man smoking a cigar stands up.)

Man: And what if we don't?

Judge: See that pool stick over there?

Man: Yeh.

Judge: I'll crack it over that greasy head of yours if you don't leave right now. This is going to be the site of the Bar Room Brawl match and I don't want anyone getting hurt. Well, besides my opponents.

Man: A Bar Room Brawl? Oh, that's right! You're that pathetic Hardcore Champion from the BMWF...what's yer name? Fudge...Pudge....Smudge...

Judge: JUDGE!

Man: Oh, that's right...Judge. Well, if you think you have a chance in this Bar Room Brawl, why don't you make us git out?

Judge: Alright, then.

(The Judge tosses his Hardcore title up onto a table and takes off his sunglasses. The tall man grabs his beer bottle and cracks it on a table. He rushes towards The Judge but The Judge sidesteps it and the man collides with the wall.)

Judge: You're dumber than I thought.

(The Judge grabs the man by the hair and smashes his face onto the table. As the man stumbles backwards, The Judge grabs the pool stick and cracks the man right between the eyes. The Judge kicks the tall man in the butt and he stumbles out of the bar room.)

Judge: Alright, all the guys out, tonight is ladies' night.

(All of the people in the bar all scramble out, taking their drinks with them so The Judge is left standing in the bar alone with about five beautiful girls. He grabs a beer bottle from a table and takes a drink from it.)

Judge: I think I may need some pre-match entertainment.

(The girls start giggling as they jump up on the bar counter and start dancing for The Judge. The camera fades as The Judge sits back and just enjoys.)

KING: PUPPIES!!

>>>

(The scene opens up in a busy casino. People pressing the slot machine max
bet buttons in a non-stop fashion, and the security guards are pacing the
floor. The camera makes its way through the clutter, then comes up to a
table. The people around the table are keeping safe distance because of the
security guards and tape. As the camera shoves through the crowd a poker
table is seen and Ignition is sitting at the end of the table decked out. HE
has on a white top hat, a white suit, and a cane. Ignition notices the
camera and winks at it. He says something to the guys at the table. Ignition
stands up and snaps his fingers at some girls behind him and they rush up
and grab Ignition’s chips for him. Ignition twirls his cane and makes his
way to the camera.)

Ignition: So it’s Pay-Per-View night and you guys found a way to catch me
gamlbin, but can ya blame me? This is Las Vegas where the big rollers and
slow rollers alike come to give me their money.

(The two girls come up on each side of Ignition, each holding a big stack of
chips.)

Ignition:  A few hundred G’s, I say I did okay for my self in an hour.

(The camera man says something to Ignition.)

Ignition: Oh is he?! Well, lets not keep the little man waiting.

(Ignition and his two sidekicks make their way to the exit passing slot
machine after slot machine. As Ignition tips his top hat to the doormen on
the way out the door he struts out of the casino. The camera follows him,
and outside on the sidewalk Michael Bole is standing.)

Ignition: How’s it hangin my man?

Bole:  It’s Pay-Per-View night, and I am just doing my nightly interviews.

Ignition: That’s right Michael, tonight is the Pay-Per-View, and Ignition is
in prime form tonight. You know Michael, Las Vegas is all about your image.
If people look at you, and see you styling, they respect you. As far as the
poker tables are concerned, all those guys try and dress stylin, but when I
pull  up to the table, top hat and cane in hand, they all cash out.

Bole: Is that why you are wearing this get up?

Ignition:  No,  I am wearing it because when Pay-Per-View night rolls around
I pull out ALL the stops and let my style shine! I mean, the alligator shoes
help out, I won’t lie to ya, but my style pretty much shines by itself.
Like, when I am in ring, doing my thing,  there is no doubt in anybodies
mind why I am THE BEST Young Gun in the BMWF!

Bole: Except the King of course.

Ignition: What?

Bole: He doesn’t think you are the Best Young Gun.

Ignition: and he probably thinks the earth is a cube, so what. The King
means nothing to me, is is a NOBODY! He never has anything good to say about
Ignition, when there is everything good to say about Ignition, and frankly I
think he is a jack@$$!

Bole: Well, fair enough.

Ignition: Alright, I know the night is young, but I have three matches
tonight, and I don’t have the time to stand here and small talk with ya. So
cut to the chase and get this thing going.

Bole:  Well, first off you are in a Bar Room Brawl with the Judge, and Harry
among others.

Ignition: The Best Young Gun will be appearing in that match I won’t get you
wrong. I will be the one making that match worth watching! Think about it,
we got “MR No Personality” The Judge.. We got Kolic who just figured out how
to add two plus two, we got Ryushi who comes and goes more then Oprah’s
diet, and we got Harry. As far as Harry is concerned, he never really was
fun to watch, unless you wanted to see someone take a beating! Harry will
get a little taste of hell in the Bar Room Brawl tonight! Yes Michael,
Ignition is going to be the one carrying the match on his back, and who
knows, by the end of the night The Best Young Gun might be a double
champion! HARDCORE! US! SAY WHAT!

(Bole looks around with an embarrassed look on his face.)

Bole: Ummm, ok, speaking of the US, you have quite a big match tonight. In
fact it has te potential to go down as one of the most brutal matches in
BMWF history!

Ignition: You know, everyone said that I had the potential to be a superstar
in the BMWF! Did I disappoint? No! Will I ever disappoint? NO! The simple
fact of the matter is this Michael, tonight’s match will be brutal beyond
belief, and The Best Young Gun will not disappoint tonight! Harry will be
beat down with eight different weapons tonight, and when he is down,
bleeding, and beggin for me to stop, I will go grab my ladder, and continue
to take him to the woodshed! Then Harry, listen up real good, I am going to
scale the ladder, grab my belt, and spit on your rotten corpse! So, when the
match is over and I am STILL US champ you will finally realize that I am a
fighter. You took something of mine Harry, something near and dear to the
ole ticker, and I am livid about it! Like I said earlier Harry, you busting
up our friendship was bad, but I can deal with it, but when you took my US
title that took me months to earn you crossed a line Harry! So tonight you
will be crossing another line, tonight you will be crossing the line to
Hell, and Ignition will be demonizing you all night! It’s not going to be a
walk in the park y any means, and I expect you to bring it all to the table,
including my belt!

Bole: Not to interrupt or anything but speaking of your US title belt, what
if you don’t get it back tonight?

(Ignition stares at Bole with a sense of anger.)

Ignition: Michael, that isn’t an option! I won’t quit, I won’t stop, and I
won’t leave that ring tonight until Harry has gone through hell, and that US
title is back around the shoulder of the Best Young Gun in the BMWF! Like I
said, I am not gonna disappoint! Ignition is in a big match tonight, and I
plan on winning it Michael, along the way though I am sure I will give the
fans some crazy, insane, and down right wicked entertainment along the way.
So Michael, yo be sure to get a front row seat for the Nine Circles of Hell
match because you won’t wanna miss it!

Bole: If I am not busy, I will try and catch it. One more question though
Ignition.

Ignition: Shoot boss.

Bole: How are you feeling about the Bedlam Bowl Match?

Ignition: I will be honest. After a Bar Room Brawl, and a Nine Circles of
Hell match I won’t be in prime form when the Rumble comes around. That
doesn’t mean The Best Young Gun won’t give it his all, but to be honest, The
best Young Gun’s all might not be that much when the Rumble comes around
that’s all. When the night is over, Harry will have gone through hell, and
Ignition will STILL be the US champ!

(A black limo pulls up)

Ignition: Sorry to cut this convo short, but Bole, I got a lot on the agenda
tonight, and to be honest you aren’t that important. Talk to ya later Bole
man!

(Ignition and his two ladies load up in the limo, and close the door as it
drives off.)

>>>

(The scene cuts backstage where Ultimate Guerrero is standing by in the locker room waiting for an interview to begin with Michael Bole.)

Bole: Ultimate Guerrero, things have been rough for you lately. It seems like things have broken down in the Guerrero family. How are you handling the recent actions and comments of your cousin Latino Heat?

Ultimate: Bole… Latino Heat… may have won… the battle… but he has not… won the war. I am still… saddened… by what has happened. But it is not… over. Not… by a long shot. Tonight… Scotty Scott… will hurt him… like he deserves. And maybe… he will… whip… some sense… into him.

Bole: Not only do you have to be thinking about that situation, but you also face a tough competitor in Dozer Phillips tonight. Any thoughts on the big matchup for you? He is obviously a much bigger man than you are.

Ultimate: Dozer… is a fierce… competitor. But I am on a path… to much… success. I want to fight… anyone… and everyone… that thinks… I am nothing… only because… I am smaller. I look forward… to much competition. But I want… to win.

Bole: Speaking of winning, what do you think you’re chances are of winning tonight’s Bedlam Bowl? You and Truck lost at the last PPV but Bruiser has allowed you in anyhow. Do you have any predictions for yourself for this match or Bruisermania?

Ultimate: I will not say… that I am… the favorite. I know… I am not. But that does not mean… I cannot win. That does not mean… I can not try. I am not… my cousin. I do not give in… just because… things don’t go so well… all the time. I will… try… and I will… succeed. So if I win… or not… I will know… that I am a man… and I am a winner.

(As Ultimate gets out his final words, Latino Heat comes out of nowhere knocking him down from behind to the ground. Heat has a strap in his hand and he begins slapping away with it at Ultimate’s back. He continues to pound away at his back with an evil look on his face as he looks up into the camera. He finally grabs Ultimate around the neck and throat with the strap and leans back and chokes him. Heat holds Ultimate’s head up for the camera and looks dead into it.)

Latino Heat: Does this look like a man to you? I don’t think so. This is a man right here who looks like a chump. This kid thinks he has something on me. He doesn’t. No one has control over me. No one can tell me what to do. If you try to tell me wrong, I’m gonna have to lay you out for disrespecting me. Ultimate Guerrero just found that out. Scotty Scott is gonna find that out soon. And the rest of the BMWF will know by the end of the night, because The Heat is gonna walk out with the shot at the main event for Bruisermania. This is The Heat’s night. Try and stop me, essa.

(Latino Heat releases his hold on Ultimate and just walks away, leaving the strap laying on top of Ultimate’s fallen body.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of Torreon, Mexico...
Weighing in at 210 pounds...

Ultimate Guerrero

LILLY: His opponent...
From Pearl River, MS...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Dozer Phillips


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Dozer Phillips executes a Gorilla Press on Ultimate Guerrero.
A portion of the crowd is cheering Dozer Phillips.
Dozer Phillips runs into the ropes..
Dozer Phillips punches Ultimate Guerrero.
Dozer Phillips takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a bodyslam.
Dozer Phillips works the crowd.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Dozer Phillips.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
Dozer Phillips runs into the ropes.
Dozer Phillips and Ultimate Guerrero get hit with a double clothesline.
Dozer Phillips throws Ultimate Guerrero out of the ring.
Dozer Phillips nails Ultimate Guerrero with a flying shoulderblock.
Dozer Phillips executes a gutwrench suplex on Ultimate Guerrero.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Dozer Phillips
and a few others cheering him.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Dozer Phillips!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(William Black is sitting backstage. He has a member of the BMWF medical staff stitching up the cut on his forehead. He looks literally exhausted. His match with Darklord took a lot out of him. The Couch approaches him with a mic.)

Couch: William Black... You've just been beaten Darklord. How do you feel?
Black: Couch?

(Black squints and glances in The Couch's direction. He motions the medical tech to stop for a few seconds while he answers The Couch's question.)

Black: How do I feel? I just went through Hell and back, and you're asking me how I feel? I feel like I just had my Bleep whipped. But I have a question Couch.

Couch: Sure, ask away.

Black: Not a question for you... It's a question for Darklord.

(Black grabs the mic from the Couch. The camera zooms in for a close up.)

Black: How does it feel? The Boom I mean. How does it feel Darklord? You felt the Boom. What's it feel like?

(Black smirks and hands the mic back to The Couch. He looks at the medical tech and has him start stitching the cut up again)

KING: What a moron! He's half dead and still badmouthing Darklord.

JR: Will these newbies ever learn?

>>>

 JR: Standing backstage here in MGM Grand Garden Arena we have Slim Jim Sullivan and BMWF newcomer Randy Valentino.

 (The BruiserTron flickers to life and we see Slim Jim Sullivan in the BMWF interview area alongside Randy Valentino. Randy has long wet-look black hair and is wearing just a pair of silver pants with black boots.)

 Slim Jim: First of all Mr. Valentino, welcome to the BMWF.

 Valentino: Thank you grandpa. By the way what’s that lovely smell?

 (Randy Valentino sniffs the air for a moment.)

 Valentino: Oh wait, It’s me! OK, Slim, what were you going to say?

 Slim Jim: Well, Randy, is there a reason why you chose the BMWF as your so-called “home”?

 Valentino: The reason why I decided to come here and not in another fed? (Slim Jim nods his head) Well the reason is simple my wrinkly friend. Basically, it’s because the BMWF is the greatest wrestling promotion in the world.

 (Cheers from the audience)

 Valentino: It’s just a pity that the BMWF came to this skanky place, haven’t you people heard of showers and deodorants?

 (Loud boo’s)

 Slim Jim: You wrote on your application to the BMWF you had a manager Rob Young. He wasn’t at your audition or he isn’t here right now, who is Rob Young?

 Valentino: Rob Young. Rob Young is one of the greatest men alive, he’s one heck of a businessman and he knows how to make money, whether it’s legal or illegal.

 Slim Jim: What do you mean whether it’s legal or illegal?

 Valentino: He has plans up his sleeves, pants legs and anywhere else he can put them. You see, when someone says “I have a plan up my sleeve” somebody could go up that sleeve and get that plan, but Rob hides his plans where nobody dares to venture.

 (Slim Jim has a disgusted look on his face.)

Valentino: You'll meet him later.

Valentino: Slim, I’ve got to go, there are ladies waiting outside and they’re waiting for some Valentino luvving, cheerio granddad!

 (Valentino walks off screen as Slim Jim Sullivan turns towards the camera.)

Slim Jim: Well that was BMWF newcomer…

 (Suddenly, Slim Jim is interrupted by Randy Valentino.)

 Valentino: Oh by the way, here’s a late Christmas gift for you.

  (Valentino hands Slim Jim Sullivan some anti-wrinkle cream.)

 Valentino: It apparently makes you look twenty years younger, how old are you now? 200, 400 years old?

 Slim Jim: Sixty-nine!

 Valentino: Whoa Slim! We’re on camera; we don’t need that kind of language here!

 Slim: I’m sixty-nine years old!

 Valentino: Oh, my mistake. So you’ll be looking like a forty-nine year old! Isn’t that great?

 (Before Slim Jim Sullivan can respond Valentino heads off screen. Slim starts reading the container.)

 Slim: (Quietly to himself, almost muttering) Apply on wrinkled areas, eighty percent of wrinkles removed.

 (Slim Jim walks off screen as the scene switches back to JR and King.)

 King: Perhaps you could do with some of that anti-wrinkle cream, JR!

 JR: Cheek! On with the show.

>>>

(The camera cuts to the bar room where The Judge is shown sitting on a stool in front of the counter. There is a man behind the counter, wiping it down with a cloth.)

Bartender: So Judge, tell me about this match you're having.

Judge: Well, it's a Bar Room Brawl match for this Hardcore title right here. Along with me, four other guys are going to be fighting all over this bar room tonight.

Bartender: I watch the BMWF sometimes, who else is in this match?

Judge: Well, there's Ryushi Fujita.

Bartender: Who?

Judge: Fujita...he's the BMWF Light-Heavyweight Champion. I admire his courage for accepting my invitation, but there is no chance he's going to win tonight.

Bartender: Who else is involved?

Judge: Kolic.

Bartender: Isn't he friends with those Eco-system kids?

Judge: Yep...that's him.

Bartender: You don't suppose the Eco-system will show here tonight, do you?

Judge: They better not! But just in case they do, The Executioner will be acting as a bouncer to throw out all the unwanted people.

Bartender: Who else will be here?

Judge: Ignition...do you know him?

Bartender: Yeah...he's the U.S. Champ, right?

Judge: Yeah, but that's only because I haven't had my eye on the U.S. title yet. That boy is lucky to be the United States Champion, let alone actually getting a shot here tonight.

Bartender: And then who else is involved? Isn't there also the guy you got trapped in a container with that portly fellow?

Judge: Hardcore Harry? Yeah, that's him. Not only did I beat him for this title, but I also had him trapped in a plexiglass container with The Dawg for a week! (laughs) Good times, my friend, good times.

Bartender: When do you expect these fellows to be arriving?

Judge: Anytime now, so you better get out of here. Anyone within a ten mile radius is going to end up bruised somehow.

Bartender: This sounds like one hell of a match. I better leave now.

(The bartender exits the bar room, leaving The Judge sitting inside alone. The Judge glances at his watch.)

Judge: It's almost time.

(The camera fades.)

>>>

(Tobey Miliken is on the set of his latest "B" movie called, "Showtime On the Peer." It's a movie about an action hero who must take down a huge drug cartel in Columbia. The movie is really bad. Tobey Miliken is on the set with his manager, "The Director" Shawn Rollins. Tobey has just wrapped up a scene and is walking away very disgusted looking.)

Tobey: How many more of these stupid independent "B" movies am I going to have to make in order to get a real role?

Shawn: Tobey, good news, I just heard from the BMWF and they have a contract for you to sign.

Tobey: Do you have it?

Shawn: Yes I do. It's in my brief case.

(Tobey walks over to the counter where bottles of water and doughnuts are stacked for the actors.)

Tobey: screaming DOUGHNUTS...I DON'T EAT FREAKING DOUGHNUTS. I AM A LEADING MAN, NOT A FEEDING MAN. GOD I HATE THESE SETS.

Shawn: Calm down now Tobey, I will get right on it. I know what you like, rice cakes and fat free preserves. I will get right on it. But first, let's sign this contract.

Tobey reads the contract and smiles.

Tobey: My first match is against some jobber. Clear this up for me, who is The Jobber?

Shawn: A jobber is someone who sucks. Someone who can't cut it for real.

Tobey: Like Brad Pitt? You know if it wasn't for that Friends wife of his he wouldn't even be around any more. I should have gotten that role in "Oceans 11."

Shawn: Yes I know. Now we have a camera crew set up outside the studio here. You need to go outside and do a promo for them. They are going to air it on "Bedlam Bowl." It's a pay per view.

Tobey: Pay per view!?! I like it. Right now all of my movies go straight to the video shelf. OK, let's go do this.

(The two of them head over to the cameras and Tobey puts on his shades and smiles. "The Director" is sitting in his chair. The film is in black and white. Shawn yells.)

Shawn: Quiet on the set. OK...Lights...Camera and ACTION.

(In the background "Back in Black" the remix by AC/DC is playing and Shawn takes off his shades and smiles.)

Shawn: Who am I? I am the man who is going to walk into the BMWF next week and put your show on the top of the ratings. Who am I? I am the man that will leave Hollywood this week to go to some hole in the wall town and bring style to your promotion. Who am I? I am the man that will work on the lower rungs of the ladder and climb my way up the ladder of success and right into SUPER STARDOM unlike any man has ever done.

You see, I AM DRIVEN. I don't care who gets in the ring with me. I don't care if it's Vincent J Mackman or your mother who steps in there with me, I am DRIVEN and I am going to dominate.

I AM A SUCCESS. Yeah you might only watch my movies when there is nothing else in at Blockbuster Video. But I am the biggest star in the "B" movie business.

I AM SICK...sick of seeing low lifes like Dwayne Johnson getting parts that men like me, MEN WITH REAL TALENT, should have. The only reason he has reached the success he has is because he has some billionaire moron backing him and taking an Executive Director credit so he can add more money to his billion dollar account.

I AM MOVING UP... moving up with my career. Next week I will take on the biggest role in my career. I will take on the role of a BMWF wrestler. The crowd can boo or cheer. I DON'T CARE. But know this, when the lights come down and the cameras roll, MY STAR WILL SHINE, and Hollywood will come to me. IT WILL COME ON IT'S HANDS AND KNEES AND BEG ME TO COME BACK AND RESCUE THE MOVIE INDUSTRY.

Who am I? I AM "MOVIE STAR" Tobey Miliken. And the pleasure has been all yours.

>>>

(The scene opens up in Ignition’s locker room. He is still dressed in the
white suit, top hat, and he is carrying his cane around. The two ladies are
sitting on the couch holding his money, and Ignition is pacing the floor.)

Ignition: Ladies, ladies, ladies, as you know I have a Nine Circles of Hell
match tonight, but like any kind of match it could use some help. My weapon
selection as of right now isn’t going to hurt Harry as much as I want to
hurt him, so I got an idea.

Lady#1: What is it Iggy?

Ignition: Now just hold on a second hot stuff, I gotta do something real
quick.

(Ignition walks into the bathroom, and a minute later comes out wearing a
red leather tank-top, red leather pants, and his hair is in a pony tail.)

Ignition: I had to get out of that suit, that thing gives me a wedgie bigger
then Texas itself, boy lemme tell you.

(The two ladies look at each other)

Ladies: HAHA, EWWWW

(Ignition smirks)

Ignition: Anyways, back to the plan. Follow me ladies, we are going on a
weapon hunt.

(Ignition struts out of the door and the ladies follow with the money. As
they walk downt he hall they come up to a security guard. Ignition walks by
him, then suddenly stops, grabs his chin and back steps)

Ignition: Say, what’s your name man?

Security Guard(In a deep voice): The name’s Fred.

Ignition: Well Fred, I am looking at that thing on ya waist.

Fred the Security Guard: What my gun?

Ignition: No Fred, your Tazer. As I look at it I am thinking, that will give
Harry the shock he deserves. So, how much is it worth to ya?

Fred the Security Guard: I am sorry Ignition, you know I can’t give that to
you, I might get fired.

(Ignition puts his arm half way up and snaps his fingers. One of the two
ladies walk up to Ignition and show Fred the money.)

Ignition: Do I sense a change of mind Fred?

Fred the Security Guard: You know, I haven’t had a woman in about a year.

Ignition: The money Fred! The woman stays with me!

(Fred’s face gets red.)

Ignition: So how about it Fred, twenty-five thousand for your Tazer. Seem’s
to me that you are making quite a profit.

(Fred puts his head down and fights the urge to say yes. Ignition whispers
something to one of the girls and she puts the money at Fred’s feet.)

Ignition: Now Fred, just tell your boss that ya dropped the damn Tazer, and
then nonchalantly pick up the money.

(Fred tries to fight it, but he breaks down and takes his Tazer off. One of
the girls gets close enough to Fred that he can smell her as she takes the
Tazer from him.)

Ignition: Alright Fred, you have a good day now ya hear?

(Before Fred can answer Ignition and the ladies are half way down the
hallway. One of the ladies is carrying the Tazer, and the other still has
some money. Ignition stops.)

Ignition: I got an idea ladies! When I pulled in I remember some biker dudes
out in the parking lot. How about you go work your moves on them and see if
you can get me one of those thick links of chains from them ok?

Ladies: Sure Iggy.

(As they walk off Ignition stops them)

Ignition: WHOA! Hold on a second there.

(Ignition walks up to the one with the money. He grabs it and stuffs all of
his pockets with it.)

Ignition: I like yas, but my money isn’t going anywhere with out me. Now go
do your thing.

(The ladies go off to get what Ignition wanted.)

Ignition: Alright we got a Tazer, some chains, and what else do we need?

(Ignition thinks for a second, then all of a sudden lights up. Then he looks
at his watch and visually bums out.)

Ignition: Oh crap, it looks like I gotta cut my little scavenger hunt short.
I got a Bar Room Brawl to get to in about ten minutes.

(Ignition turns and starts walking back to his locker room. He passes the
spot where Fred the Security Guard was standing and all that is there is his
security has, and tool belt.)

Ignition: HAHA, looks like Fred has retired.

(Ignition keeps walking, and comes to his room.)

Ignition: Well, this is match number one, number one out of three that is!
So right now I am shoved into a match with four other dudes that aren’t
worth the breathe I am going to use to talk about them, but since I am
feeling good tonight it’s all good.

(Ignition paces the floor as he talks.)

Ignition: First cracker jack I wanna talk about is the Judge. See I gotta
give ya props Judge, you wanted a big match, with big time performers, so
you called Ignition! I mean there’s not a wrestler walking that brings so
much style, and flash to a match. The props end there Judge, because  I am
vexed, terrible vexed. Since the Judge somehow collided with the Hardcore
title I have yet to realize how. I mean, when I look at the Judge, I see a
broken down, has been, shell of a man that makes his living trying to break
people down, Hardcore style. The thing is, you aren’t Hardcore style, and it
amazes me every time you miraculously walk out of a match with that Hardcore
belt in hand.  As far as tonight is concerned, one way or another, you will
not be walking out a champion Judge! That’s right, see I could care less if
I won this title, because this match is all about giving Harry a taste of
what is to come later tonight! Now, I will deal some out to you, and the
other to cronies during the match also, but Harry, he will be the main
target for The Best Young Gun tonight!

(One of the ladies walks in with a heavy chain link in hand. Ignition walks
up to her and relives her of the weight and Ignition looks at the chains.)

Ignition: Perfect, nice thick links! I bet that would hurt, getting hit in
the face with it.

(Ignition smirks at the camera.)

Ignition: Anyways, onto the next two cats in the match. Kolic and Ryushi,
now no offense fellas, but when it comes right down to it, neither of you
can fight Hardcore style. Sure, you might tell yourselves you can, but you
have yet to prove it to me. Kolic, I am proud of you though, I mean it takes
a special kind of person to be able to add two plus two, so you best be
walking around with that head held high.

(Ignition looks at the camera sarcastically.)

Ignition: As far as Ryushi is concerned, all I gotta say to him is good luck
fella, cause you will need it when ya walk in there against The Best Young
Gun in the business today!

(Ignition looks at his weapons so far.)

Ignition: Yes Harry, it will be a long night for you, a veeeeery long night.
Not only will I be handing out the punishment in the Bar Room Brawl, but you
will be going through the Nine Circles of Hell. Now only will you be going
through the Nine Circles of Hell, I will be your tour guide, and giving you
a taste of each Circle along the way! Since I got a lot to say, and not a
lot of time to say it right now Harry, I will see ya in the brawl, and
finish my thoughts later!

(As Ignition is making his way out the door the other ladie bumps into him,
she whispers something to Ignition, and he smiles)

Ignition: That’s the best idea I heard all night! That will hurt Harry more
then the other two we got already! Where did I find you anyways?

(The woman smiles, and Ignition walks off to his match as the camera FADES.)


>>>

(A black limo pulls up to the side of the road, and Ignition steps out in
leather attire and looks up at the bar sign.)

Ignition: I do believe this is the place where the Bar Room Brawl is goin
down. I hope the other bums came ready to fight, because when I walk in,
it’s on!

(Ignition starts to walk into the bar, but stops.)

Ignition: Seeing as I have three matches tonight, I am gonna sneak around
back, and use that entrance.

(Ignition walks between the bar and the building next door through a small
walkway. He comes to the back entrance and opens the door.)

Ignition: We’ll boys, here I come!

(Inside the bar...)

JR: OK, folks! Everyone is here except the Judge!

JR: Where is The Judge? He was just there a second ago!

(Suddenly, The Judge leaps up from behind the bar counter, smashing a mug across the head of Ignition.)

JR: HERE WE GO!!!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Kolic goes for a punch, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge takes Kolic down with a big boot to the face.
The Judge executes a piledriver on Kolic.

JR: The Judge grabs Kolic and places him on a stool in front of the counter.

King: How nice! He's letting Kolic rest!

JR: Wait! The Judge runs forward and clotheslines Kolic over the counter!
The Judge jumps over the counter after him but Kolic slams a mug over the head of The Judge.
Kolic whips The Judge into the bar wall but Judge reverses it and sends Kolic flying into the wall.
The Judge grabs Kolic and places him on the bar counter.

King: What's he doing?

JR: The Judge pours beers on the counter and then slides Kolic down the counter, letting Kolic fall off to the ground at the end.
The Judge jumps on top of the counter with a beer mug.
As Kolic slowly gets to his feet, The Judge leaps off the counter, hitting the Gavel Smash on Kolic with the beer mug!

King: Did you hear that JR?!

JR: The Judge covers Kolic!
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
** Kolic has been eliminated.

(Hardcore Harry and The Judge are going at it.)

(Ignition charges in from the side door and grabs a poolstick!)

JR: WHOA! Ignition just busted in!

(Ignition runs up behind the Judge and cracks him with the poolstick!
Ignition see’s Harry on the other side of the room and Ignition grabs a cue
ball!)

JR: Ignition just whipped that cue ball at Harry, and it bounces off his
head!

(Ignition jumps up onto the pool table and hops from pool table to pool
table until he gets to Harry!)

JR: Ignition just cross bodies Harry, and he is turning Harry to a human
punching bag before our very eyes right now! Ignition is giving Harry a
taste of what is to come I guess!

(Ignition and Kolic are trading punches! Ignition blocks one of Kolic’s
punches and delivers a clothesline!)

JR: Ignition is picking Kolic up!!

*CRASH*

JR: Ignition just threw Kolic over the bar and into the liquor bottles!

(Ignition wipes some blood of his mouth, as he climbs over the bar and jumps
down on Kolic. Ignition grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels and opens it up.
Ignition takes a swig then busts it over Kolics head!)

*CRACK*

(Ignition drops to the floor, and the Judge is standing behind Ignition with
a broken pool stick)

(Ignition and Ryushi Fujita are going at it.)
Ignition goes for a bodyslam, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with an elbowsmash.
Ryushi Fujita chops Ignition.
The crowd is behind Ryushi Fujita all the way.
Ignition hits Ryushi Fujita.
The crowd is going crazy.
Ignition kicks Ryushi Fujita.
Ignition goes for a piledriver, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a backdrop.
Ryushi Fujita gets the STF on Ignition.

Ignition manages to grab the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Ryushi Fujita and Hardcore Harry whip Ignition into the ropes.
They hit Ignition with a double fist to the midsection.
Hardcore Harry hits Ignition with a Russian legsweep.
Hardcore Harry is being booed out of the building.
Ryushi Fujita hits a flying elbowdrop on Ignition.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.
Ryushi Fujita whips Ignition into the ropes, but Ignition reverses it.
Ignition goes for a sleeperhold, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a jawbreaker
.
Ryushi Fujita goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Ignition counters it with
a small package.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, ...
Ignition goes for a double arm DDT, but Ryushi Fujita blocks it.
Ryushi Fujita uses a head and arm suplex on Ignition.
The chants for Ryushi Fujita are deafening.
Ryushi Fujita takes Ignition down with a shining wizard.
The chants for Ryushi Fujita are deafening.

JR: Ignition's got  Hardcore Harry in the Exhuastion! Judge just Gavel
Smashed Ryushi and Kolic off the pool table!

King: The Eco-System just came into the bar with steel chairs!

(Before the attacker can get within a foot inside the bar, The Executioner grabs them by the scruff of the neck.)

Executioner: I think you've been drinking too much! You're outta here!

(The Executioner hoists the attacker up in the air and then tosses them out the door.)

Executioner: That settles that.

(Ryushi and Ignition have fought to the back of the bar, into the kitchen!)

JR: Ignition with a knee to Ryushi’s groin! DDT!!!

(Ryushi is down, and Ignition gets up and looks at the stove. He looks back
down at Ryushi, then back at the stove.)

JR: What’s he doing?!

(Ignition turns on the stove and the coils get red! Ignition grabs Ryushi by
the back of the neck and brings him to the stove!)

JR: NO!!!

(Ignition plants Ryushi’s face on the stove and steam comes up!)

JR: MY GODD!!

(Ignition takes Ryushi and dunks his head in the dirty sink water!)

JR: First burning him, now drowning him! Ignition is out for blood tonight!

(Ignition lets Ryushi go and he drops to the ground! Ignition shrugs his
shoulder and goes to the pin!)


King: Ignition and Harry are brawling over by that big window! This looks dangerous!

JR: Ignition shoves Hardcore Harry onto a bunch of tables.
WAIT A MINUTE!!!
The Judge comes out of nowhere spears Ignition through the window!

King: YAAH! They must both be dead!

JR: I don't know! It's too dark outside to see!
The ref climbs through the broken glass window as the camera man follows him out with a stage light.
The Judge has Ignition pinned!
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
** Ignition has been eliminated.

The crowd is behind Ryushi Fujita all the way.


(Ryushi Fujita and The Judge are going at it.)
The Judge executes the Gavel Smash on Ryushi Fujita.
The Judge goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
** Ryushi Fujita has been eliminated.

JR: Hardcore Harry smashes The Judge over the back of the head with a stool!
The Judge is down and Harry is stacking up tables!
Harry just stacked a table on top of another and he jumps on top of the bar counter with The Judge!
OH DON'T TELL ME! Hardcore Harry places The Judge in-between his legs and is calling for the Hardcore Hell!
Harry hoists The Judge up but The Judge starts punching at Harry!
The Judge reverses the Hardcore Hell into a hurricanrana, sending Hardcore Harry crashing through the two tables!!
Both men are down and out!

King: YAAH! But The Judge is pinning Harry!

JR; Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is The Judge!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up in The Prime Time locker room. Tamer is running a chain
through his hands. He slowly looks up at the camera.)

Tamer: The tale of Tamer, Rachel Pitt, and Tyrone Smith has been a twisted
one. It all started when Tyrone and Rachel started drifting apart. Rachel
was confused and, as her friend, I was there for her. But
I realized that I wanted to be more than just her friend. If I couldn’t, I
would settle, but I still cared for her deeply. Then, in a flash, things
changed.  The relationship between Rachel and myself escalated.

(Tamer pulls on the chain, displaying the unbreakable power of the links.)

Tamer: We became a little more than friends.  In an instant, things changed
again. Tyrone Smith found out. He was coming for my life, mostly on false
evidence. He let his own rage and paranoia take over. Tyrone Smith was after
me. Again, things had escalated.

(Tamer again pulls on the chain.)

Tamer: At first I thought I'd just walk away from it all. The more I thought
about it, though, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. Why should I just
step away? Tyrone Smith is just a man, and any man can be beaten. I knew I
had to fight. I had to fight for Rachel and I had to do it for myself. I had
lost sight of the real me. I came to a decision that no matter what I would
fight Tyrone. I would go through hell and back. Tyrone and I have been
trying to hurt, destroy, and literally kill each other for the last three
weeks. We have gone back and forth.

(Tamer drops the chain letting it drag on the floor and starts to slowly
swing it.)

Tamer: Now it has come to this. January Twenty-Sixth. The Bedlam Bowl.
Tyrone Smith vs. Tamer. “Chains of Love Match.” Everything on the line.
Winner gets The Gold Belt and…Rachel Pitt.  There are no rules. No
Disqualifications, No Count-outs, pin falls only. Tyrone Smith and I will be
connected at the wrist by a twenty foot chain. People may think I’m at a
disadvantage in every way. Tyrone Smith has the height advantage at seven
feet, four inches. Tyrone has the weight advantage, tipping the scales at
four hundred pounds. I come in at two-hundred-sixty-three pounds. Tyrone has
in ring experience. He has the experience advantage in extreme style
matches. He is the odds-on favorite. I’m outmatched, in over my head,
outclassed.


(Tamer suddenly stops swaying the chain, turns his head sideways, and
smiles.)

Tamer: Or am I? I’m not just another wrestler. I’ve wrestled in a ladder
match, a first blood match, a falls count everywhere, a closed cage match, a
casino match, hardcore matches, a last man standing match, a lumberjack
match. And guess what? I’m still standing. Every match made me stronger, not
weaker. I was involved in a Hell in a Cell, and I’m still fine. I’ve lived a
life where I had to fight to stay above water. There are three things that
you don’t wanna do when near me…Bottom of the list, Number Three: Bully
someone. Middle of the list, but very important, is Number Two: Hurt or
bully my friends. And the most important thing you do not do, Number One:
Threaten me, and my livelihood. Tyrone, guess what? You’ve done all three!
I’m coming tonight not to try and survive. I’m coming to fight. I’m com