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

(Suddely, the sound of crashing glass is heard. The Stone Cold theme song blares and the crowd erupts as Stone Cold Bruiser steps through the curtain and stomps to the ring.)

(Bruiser jumps in the ring and does the four corner salute to the fans.)

BRUISER: Now, the reason I'm out here tonight is because I'm bored! That's right! I'm bored! Every match so far tonight has sucked! BORING! BORING!

BRUISER: Well, when I get bored, it makes me want to whoop some @$$! In fact, I missed my meeting at @$$ Whoopers Anonymous last night, so I really need to whoop somebody tonight! So, here's what I'm going to do. I'm officially making myself one of the mystery opponents in the Bedlam Bowl!

BRUISER: Then I'm going to leave the ring and have me a pizza and some cold ones... AND THAT'S THE BOTTOMLINE 'CAUSE STONE COLD BRUISER SAID SO!!

KING: Bruiser is going to beat up 10 random people during the Bedlam Bowl then eliminate himself!!

(Michael Bole is standing by backstage with "Mr.
Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt.)

Bole: Vernon, tonight you enter the Bedlam Bowl, with
hopes to outlast 29 other men and earn yourself a shot
at the world champion at Bruisermania.

Vernon: Hope? Hope is for those who need it. I,
Vernon Vanderbilt, do not hope. I achieve.

Bole: Very well then. If I could, I'd like to name
some of the competitors in the Bowl tonight, and get
you to give me your gut reaction, the first thing that
comes to mind, when I say their names. OK?

Vernon: Shoot, Michael.

Bole: Hardcore Harry.

Vernon: A socially repressed bumpkin with a chip on
his shoulder.

Bole: White Lightning.

Vernon: Chocolate Thunder. (winks)

Bole: OK then. Um....Asylum.

Vernon: Who?

Bole: Asylum.

Vernon: Who?

Bole: Asy...oh, I get it. Heh heh. Uh...The Judge.

Vernon: Overrated, and a secret lingerie model.

Bole: Oh....Pain.

Vernon: Pain.

Bole: Pain.

Vernon: He's going to get a taste of some, Michael.
Pain is all he's going to earn tonight.

Bole: Tamer.

Vernon: A great friend and the greatest tag team
partner in the world. He'd better stay out of my way
tonight though.

Bole: One more. Master Z.

Vernon: First man out.

Bole: Are you serious?

Vernon: About as serious as Dick Cheney's cardiac
screening. Look, I know a lot of people are picking
him to win. Hell, most of the guys in the Bowl seem
to believe at some level that he's going to win. Not
me. I am the only man fit to win the Bedlam Bowl, and
that's what I intend to do, thank you very much. Now,
if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care
of. Ta ta!

(He exits.)

Bole: Well, Vernon Vanderbilt is quite confident
tonight. Will he live up to his own expectations?
Stay tuned and find out, folks!

>>>

(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 ref’s shirt displaying her midriff, a pair of pinstripe pants and heeled boots. She saunters on the stage, pretty much soaking in her authority of this match. 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 ring announcer.)

PA: I’m trouble
Yeah trouble now
I’m trouble y’all
I disturb my whole town
(While she waits, she claps and waves to the fans, and closely eyes both Tamer and Tyrone Smith.)

Lilly: The following match is scheduled for one fall.
It is “the Chains of Love Match” For the BMWF Gold belt and Rachel Pitt.

JR: Oh here we go!

Lilly: And Now Introducing

Hailing From Tucson, AZ...
Weighing in at 263 pounds...

Tamer!!!

(The lights dim the sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena.
“Hit the Floor” by Linkin Park hits the PA system as red and blue lights
begin to strobe. From each side of the stage Blue fire shoots up arching
towards the middle of the stage meeting in n explosion of smoke. Tamer walks
out from behind the smoke. Tamer stands at the top of the ramp soaking in
the crowd. Tamer rolls his neck and begins to make his way down the ramp.)

JR: Here he comes
A determined man

King: I can’t wait for this match to get started.

JR: It will indeed be a slobber-knocker!
I can’t say that enough.

(Tamer slaps a couple of the fans hands as he walks over to the ring stairs.
Tamer walks up the stairs and enters the ring. Tamer walks to the middle of
the ring. Tamer slaps his chest and then turns in a circle pointing to all
the fans. Rachel walks over and puts the chain on Tamer’s right wrist.)

LILLY: And His opponent...

Fighting out of Kingston, Jamaica...
Weighing in at 410 pounds...

BMWF Gold Belt Champion
Tyrone Smith

(The lights go out. Sirens wail throughout the arena. The noise begins to
slow until stop)

PA: MORE.... HU.... MAN...

(A wall of flames erupts from the stage as White Zombie's "More Human Than
Human" blares over the PA. When the wall dies down, Tyrone can be seen on
the stage with his Gold Belt over his shoulder. He is met by a mixed
reaction from the crowd. He walks down to the ring and enters it. Tyrone
walks over into a corner as directed by Rachel Pitt. Rachel grabs the other
side of the chin and connects it to Tyrone’s left hand.)

JR: Both men are know connected at the wrist
By a 20 foot Chain!

King: Here we go!

(Tyrone walks to the center of the ring and raises his hands in the air.
Tamer without thinking walk right up to Tyrone Smith. Both men begin to
exchange words. Rachel walks up to them. They both look at her. She begins
to explain the rules.)

JR: This match as Rachel is telling both those men
Will be No Count-out
No Disqualification
Falls Count anywhere
Pin-Fall only

(Rachel steps back fro both men and motions for the bell to be rung.)

*Ding Ding*

(At the ring of the bell both men go for right hands. They both connect at
the same time.)

JR: Both men are exchanging blows!
This one is underway.

King: Look at Rachel!

JR: Tyrone pulls on the chain
Tamer is caught off guard and goes flying towards Tyrone
OH! Big boot to the face by Tyrone.

King: I think Tamer's out cold with that one, JR!

JR: Tyrone is dragging Tamer out of the ring by the chain! Where are they
going?!

(The camera follows Tyrone and Tamer to the backstage area. Tyrone stops in
front of a forklift. The arms of the forklift are raised about eight or nine
feet in the air.)

JR: What is Tyrone thinking?!

(Tyrone bends Tamer's chained right arm up and behind his head, and begins
to wrap the chain around Tamer's arm and neck and his under arm several
times until Tamer cannot move his arm from this position. There is about 12
to 15 feet of chain left. Tyrone lift Tamer up and hangs him on the fork
lift from his bent right elbow)

JR: DEAR LORD!! TAMER IS HANGING FROM THE FORKLIFT! Either he will choke
himself out or dislocated his shoulder!

King: What's Tyrone getting out of that forklift seat?

JR: IT'S A BASEBALL BAT!!!

*WHACK* *WHACK* WHACK*

JR: OH MY! TYRONE IS TAKING SHOTS AT TAMER LIKE A PINATA!!!

King: HA HA! I wonder if there's any candy in there!

JR: King, stop!

JR: Tamer gets a sleeperhold on Tyrone Smith.
Tyrone Smith is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Tyrone Smith is inching his way towards the ropes.
Tyrone Smith tries to fight the pain.
Tamer lets go after 24 seconds.
Tamer whips him with the Chain.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer hits Tyrone Smith with an elbow.
Tamer hits turnbuckle number one.
Tamer executes the Reverse DDT on Tyrone Smith.
The crowd is going crazy.
Tamer runs into the ropes.
Tamer hits Tyrone Smith with an elbow.
Tamer dances the Robot.
Tamer has the crowd going wild.
Tamer gets a sleeperhold on Tyrone Smith.
Tyrone Smith manages to grab the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Tamer dances the Robot.
There are lots of chants for Tamer.

JR: These two men are battling all over the building! They're now out in the
parking lot!

*SMASH*

JR: OH MY! Tyrone just slammed Tamer's head thru a car window! And now
Tyrone's climbing into the car throught he smashed window!

(The camera zooms in on Tyrone. He's hotwiring the car. The engine starts
and Tyrone has a manical grin on his face.)

King: Do you think Tyrone realizes Tamer's not in the car with him?

(Tyrone revs the engine and the car starts to reverse out of its parking
spot)

JR: I think that's Tyrone's intentions!

(The car speeds down the parking lot.)

JR: OH MY!!!!!!!!! TYRONE IS DRAGGING TAMER DOWN THE PARKING LOT!!!!!!! THAT
CAR IS GOING ABOUT 40 MILES HOUR! THIS IS INSANE!!!!!!

(The car comes to a sudden hault at the end of the row. Tamer's body tumbles
to a stop inches away from the rear tires of the car.)

King: I'm a little bit worried of that smile on Tyrone's face, JR.

JR: As am I. What is going to... OH NO HE WOULDN'T!

(The car starts to slowly back up. the wheel is no right against Tamer's
face when it comes to a hault)

JR: Thank goodness for Tha....

(The car takes off again down the next row of cars. As it makes the turn
down the row, Tamer's body rolls behind it. The car stop again and before
Tamer's body can tumble to a stop again, Tyrone is out of the car. He starts
kicking Tamer repeatedly)

JR: MY GOODNESS! THIS IS INHUMANE!!!

King: And fun too! HA HA!

JR: They’re back out here at ringside now

King: What a match!

JR: It has been grueling
Both men are giving it there all

(Tamer and Tyrone are right out in front of the announcers table. Rachel
looks very distressed like she doesn’t want to have to watch any more.
Tyrone slams Tamer’s head onto the apron.)

JR: Poor Rachel
She looks heart broken at this whole match

King: Come here Rachel!
I’ll kiss it and make it better

JR: KING! Oh! Tamer is battling back with some hard blows.

(Tyrone gives Tamer a hard knee to the gut and rolls him in the ring. Tyrone
walks over and grabs a steel chair. Tyrone pounds on the chair as he walks
towards the rings steps to get back inside.)

JR: Tamer is up to his feet
Tamer looks to be a little out of it

(Tamer wraps up some of the chain in his hands then suddenly gives a hard
tug and falls backward. Tyrone is jerked forward flies at the ring post. The
ring post connects with the chair which is against Tyrone’s face.)

*CLANG*

JR: Oh MY!
Good God!
Tyrone is out on the outside of the ring

King: I can’t believe that
It sounded like a gunshot!

JR: Tyrone is busted open.

(Tamer slowly sits up. Tamer grabs a small little pouch that was hooked to
his belt. Tamer stands up and empties the contents of the pouch.)

JR: Thumbtacks!

King: Tamer just poured thumbtacks onto the mat.

JR: Tyrone is up
Tyrone slides into the ring
Tyrone stills has that chair

King: Except now it’s bent!

JR: Tyrone runs at tamer and swings the chair

*SMACK*

JR: What a shot!
Tyrone is lifting Tamer up
Tyrone whips Tamer into the ropes.
Tyrone swings again
Tamer ducks Tyrone on the right side

(Tamer bounces off the ropes again and then runs to Tyrone’s left side and
executes a chop block tripping Tyrone with the chain that was wrapped around
him at the same time.)

JR: Tamer used that chain to his advantage there
Tyrone is rolling and unwrapping himself from the chain
Tamer is up
Tamer picks up the chair
Tyrone is up and unraveled
Tamer with a shot to Tyrone’s gut with the chair!

(Tamer drops the chair. Tamer pulls Tyrone in for a Powerbomb. Tamer strains
and uses all of his strength hosting Tyrone up. Once Tamer has Tyrone up he
quickly drops him into the sit-out position. Tamer falls back and holds his
back.)

JR: Sit-Out Powerbomb!
Tamer with all his strength just power bombed Tyrone!

King: Tamer rolls into the pin.

JR: Rachel drops to count
One…two...kick-out!
Tyrone kicked out!

King: Tamer is in disbelief!

(Tamer pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. Tamer looks up at the
turnbuckle. Tamer begins to climbs to the top. Tyrone is stirring. Tamer
gets to the top and points down at Tyrone)

JR: Tamer going for the high risk.
Tyrone sits up and gives a hard tug to the chain
Tamer is pulled from the top rope
Down onto those thumbtacks!!

(Tamer grabs his back in pain and thumbtacks can be seen sticking out of his
leather vest.)

King: Tyrone is up!

JR: Tyrone is staggering but indeed standing
Tyrone is giving the cut throat sign!
Tyrone is lifting Tamer up
Tyrone laughs
Tyrone sets up Tamer for the Ganja Drop!

King: Rachel looks distressed!

JR: Tyrone has Tamer on his shoulders
WAIT!
Tamer slips off Tyrone back!
Tamer hooks Tyrone from behind!
THE WHIP!!!
The whip on the thumbtacks!!!!
Tamer covers!
Rachel counts…ONE…TWO…

King: Where’s the Three?!?
Rachel has tears streaming down her face!

JR: And THREE!!!!

*Ding Ding*

JR: Tamer won!
I can't believe it!

King: WHOA!!

Lilly: Here is your winner of the “Chains of Love Match”…
And New BMWF Gold Belt Champion TAMER!!!!!
JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Ryushi is working out backstage, doing pull-ups holding onto an iron bar.
Inferno suddenly comes out of nowhere and hits Ryushi with a steel chair. Ryushi
goes flying off the bar.)

Inferno: How do you like that, you pile of no-good trash?

(Ryushi begins to get up to get away from Inferno, but Mineral pops out from
behind a door and bashes a glass globe over Ryushi's head. Ryushi falls to the
ground.)

Mineral: A CHAMPION? A real champion would be able to protect themselves from
an attack.

(Inferno locks Ryushi in a full-nelson as Mineral pulls a pair of brass
knuckles out of his pocket.)

Mineral: ...or at least, hire professionals to fight your battles like Kolic
did.

(Mineral rears back and nails Ryushi in the head with a brass knuckle shot.
Mineral hits him three times again, busting Ryushi open.)

Inferno: (letting Ryushi drop) Maybe now you'll learn why when the Eco-System
tells you to step down, you'll LISTEN! Come on, Mineral!

(The Eco-System leaves, leaving Ryushi lying bloody and struggling to get up.)

FADE

(The arena lights flash and strobe lighting fills the stage, "Rock Your Body" by Justin Timberlake begins playing and Randy Valentino enters. Randy is dressed in silver pants and nothing on the upper body. Randy stops halfway down the ramp and flexes his muscles and then rubs his torso in a Val Venis fashion as flames shoot out of the stage. Randy kisses a few ladies at ringside on the cheek and then slides into the ring, Randy picks up a microphone.)

Valentino: Peeeeeeyeeeew! I would have never guess that Nevada stinked this much.

Valentino: Don't boo me, boo the people in the front row who can't even spell the word deodorant!

Valentino: OK, this man who I'd like to introduce to you all is my manager, agent, former wrestling promoter, journalist and one of the greatest business men to ever step foot on God's green Earth. This man could put you all out of a job he can even have you escalated from this arena. So without furtherado, ladies, gentlemen and the smelly people in the front row (Boo's) Please welcome...ROB YOUNG!

(With no entrance music out comes Rob Young, Rob is a plump man with a short mop of hair, he has a big smile across his face and he's wearing a black New York Yankees t-shirt with a pair of black trousers. Rob has a clipboard in his hand, he climbs into the ring.)

Young: Ladies and gentlemen, as my client has just told you I am Rob Young. Or MR. YOUNG to you people. From today forward I am the agent of BMWF hotstar Randy Valentino, I am the man responsible of getting the sexiest man alive the publicity he deserves, I am the man responsible for getting him what he wants, when he wants it. If he wants a World Title shot it is my duty to head into Bruiser's office and get him one, if he wants a payrise it is my duty to go to Bruiser or Mackmans' office and get him a payrise, he's worth every penny of you people and a bit extra. Now, this in my hand is a contract. Once Mr. Valentino has signed this contract it is me and him as a team, agent and client, wrestler and manager and two men with one goal and that is getting the sexiest man alive from the bottom to the top.

Valentino: OK, "Rob". Well said. Now that's a warning to you all, if you screw with us, we'll screw with you and go two times better!

("Rock Your Body" plays once more as Rob Young and Randy Valentino head up the ramp.)

KING: Well, I hope these newbies hurry up and realize that Mr. Mackman isn't going to give them a raise! He doesn't work here anymore! HA HA HA

LILLY: This contest is a Schoolyard Brawl scheduled for one fall. Here is your special referee...Lowedown..

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
Ryushi Fujita

("When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin begins to play and a single light hits a small mirror ball above the wrestler's entrance, splitting the light into thousands of "diamonds" that swirl across the crowd. A pretty good pop from the crowd greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area and he works the crowd with the BMWF Light Heavyweight Title around his waist. His body is battered from the bar room brawl early but he slides in the ring and stands in his corner trying to stay loose as he awaits Kolic.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kolic

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Kolic executes a Russian legsweep on Ryushi Fujita.
Kolic hits irish whip on Ryushi Fujita.
Kolic chops Ryushi Fujita.
A fan at ringside badmouths Kolic.
Ryushi Fujita hits Kolic.
The chants for Ryushi Fujita are deafening.
Ryushi Fujita hits Kolic.
Ryushi Fujita nails Kolic with an inverted DDT.
Ryushi Fujita runs into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits Kolic with a shoulderblock.

JR:Lowedown is watching on and eating an apple!

King:Who gave Lowedown an apple? That's kissing up in my opinion!

(Lowedown goes over to the corner and hands Kolic a dodge ball and watches the carnage continue...)

JR:Is Lowedown interfering? He said if he cheated that he would join Prime Time!

King:But this is a NO DQ match so cheating is allowed! HAHAHA!

JR: Ryushi Fujita goes for the STF, but Kolic counters it with a small pa
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but Ryushi Fujita counters it with a hiptoss.
Ryushi Fujita hits a springboard huricanrana on Kolic.

Kolic whips Fujita into the corner and quickly charges in only to be met by a back elbow that staggers him back. Fujita quickly climbs the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a tornado DDT! Fujita quickly picks up Kolic and slams him roughly to the mat. He then grabs a trashcan and places it on Kolic before climbing the turnbuckle. He leaps off and crashes down on the prone Kolic with a flying elbowsmash.)

Kolic staggers Fujita with a couple of right jabs, he follows that up by sending Fujita to the ropes and goes for a clothesline as Fujita comes off the ropes. Fujita ducks the clothesline attempt and springs off the ropes and connects with a springboard dropkick that brings the fans to their feet! He quickly ties Kolic up in the ropes and goes to the corner with the dodge balls. A points to Kolic and the crowd cheers wildly as he begins to fire the balls at Kolic who is attempting to move but is unsuccessful.

JR: Kolic's got one of the loaded books-No! Ryushi just kicked it into his
face! Kolic is knocked out!

King: Hey, JR! Guess who's showing up again? It starts with an Eco-

JR: OH COME ON! The Eco-System is running down to ringside with steel chairs!
Let Kolic fight his own battles FOR ONCE!

(Lowedown stands in front of both men and shakes his finger in front of both men. Lowedown then has a group of grown up bullies grab a hold of Eco-system and watches the men take Eco-System away. Lowedown then continues to eat his apple...)

JR:Lowedown just had Eco-System taken off the playground!

King:They never play fair anyways! HAHAHA!

JR: Fujita pushes two desks together in front of the turnbuckle and slams Kolic down on top of them. He then climbs the turnbuckle and after pausing for a second he leaps off and connects with a shooting star legdrop!

Lowedown counts: One, two, three.
The chants for Ryushi Fujita are deafening.

*DING DING*

(The scene cuts to backstage, Randy Valentino is signing autographs to a row of ladies and a few men. Closely followed behind him is Rob Young. Valentino signs a woman's breast and then turns to look at the camera.)

Valentino: Look, I've only been here a few hours and already moi is a superstar! Ha ha ha!

(Valentino moves along the line and see's a beuatiful girl wearing a really (REALLY) short white top and long white pants, her blonde hair flowing down her face and to the back of her shoulders.)

(The girl gives Valentino a hard slap across the face and walks off, Valentino is left rubbing the side of his face.)

LILLY: This contest is a Strap match scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of El Paso, Texas...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Latino Heat

PA: We Lie… We Cheat… We Steal…

(Latino Heat’s music hits over the PA system as a wave of boos comes over the crowd. Taking his time, Latino Heat steps out from the back. He is wearing no shirt and his red and gold tights. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks over the crowd as they try to yell at him. He just laughs it all off though and raises his hands with a grin on his face. He takes his time strutting down to the ring jawing with the fans the whole way down. He rolls into the ring and heads directly for one of the corners. He climbs up and stands on the second turnbuckle. He extends both hands out to his sides, waits a few moments, and then begins pounding his chest with his left hand. He hops back down to the mat and grabs a microphone.)

Latino Heat: So tonight I finally get to face that gringo loco that goes by the name of Scotty Scott. Well, essa, tonight, it’s time to get dirty. Right now, you and I bound together, with only a strap between the two of us. Ya’ should know that I like yer idea for the match. Ya’ also should know I got no problem whippin’ ya’ for all of the troubles ya’ have caused me. You tried to hold me down. You cost me the big matches and you took my name out of the spotlight. I know that ya’ couldn’t stand watchin’ me succeed. So ya’ stuck stick me with some punks, ya’ disappeared, and ya’ told me to fix what ya’ had already done. I spent too much time stickin’ my neck on the line to defend your name, and it was all worthless. I bet you were happy watchin’ us lose. You probably loved seein’ The Union gettin’ the low spot on the totem pole. Because as long as we were near the bottom, ya' still had the chance to ride in on yer’ little horse and try and save us all. Well, lucky for me, I came on to yer little plan. And there’s no way I was gonna fall for it any longer. Ya’ screwed me over enough. Ya’ caused me enough problems in these past weeks. I ain’t doing that anymore. It’s my time. It’s my shot at the big time again. And I ain’t gonna let Scotty Scott or anybody else keep me away from where I belong.

So tie me up to that strap and let me look at you face to face and man to man. I’m gonna look you in the eye, Scotty, and I’m gonna spit in your face. You may not like it, but yer gonna have to take it. Ya’ ain’t worth what I’m gonna do to ya’. Yer a big talker Scotty. Ya’ send out a message that ya’ care for people and then ya’ screw them in the end. Hopefully I’ll not only whip that out of ya’ but the rest of the boys in The Union will feel it also and realize what ya’ have been doing to them. At least Harry got the drift. He’s saw what ya’ was doin’ to us all. So he jumped ship just like The Heat. Scotty, essa, things start to fall apart for ya tonight. I plan to be the man whippin’ you so hard that ya’ realize things are over with. So let me give you a little courtesy. Let me leave ya’ with a little warning. If ya can’t stand this Latino Heat… then stay out of the kitchen… because essa… ya’ will… and I promise you… ya’ will get burned.

LILLY: His opponent...
From Sturgis, SD...
Weighing in at 270 pounds...

Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out to the cheers of the fans. Scotty stands there with his fists taped up and the infamous black towel draped over his head. He stands there looking down into the ring. Scotty stares a hole into Latino Heat who is pacing around the ring like a madman. Scotty walks down towards the ring and slides under the ropes. Scotty walks right past Latino Heat and stands in the center of the ring. The referee hands Scotty his end of the strap.)

Scotty:Heat... We been down this road so many time but never 'gainst each otha... I have always believed ta make sure that there were someone left ta tell the tell. But ya made a mistake... Ya started trashin' muh name left and right... Ya made the mistake by callin' me out... Now many have come and many have been left layin' right here in the center of this ring in a pool of their own blood. I thin back and remember a few names.... Razor Mathews, 7AJ, Triple H, Tazz, Maverick, Loki, and many othas.... Yer just gonna be like all the rest now... Just anotha victim... So Heat... Beat me... If ya can.... Survive..... If I let ya....

Latino Heat attacks Scotty Scott before the bell.
Latino Heat uses a dropkick on Scotty Scott.
Latino Heat slaps his chest.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.

JR: Latino Heat hits turnbuckle number one.
Latino Heat hits turnbuckle number two.
Latino Heat hits turnbuckle number three.
Latino Heat uses a spinning backbreaker on Scotty Scott.
Latino Heat uses a dropkick on Scotty Scott.
Latino Heat hits Scotty Scott with a snap suplex.
Latino Heat tries to hit turnbuckle number one, but Scotty Scott takes him down.

JR: Scotty has that strap in his hand and just hammered the back of Latino Heat with it.

King: I think I see welts coming up on Heat's back.

JR: Scotty now has the strap wrapped around the throat of Heat and is basically choking the life right out of him!!!!!

King: This is disguisting. This is not wrestling... It is a fight.

JR: And it is a fight that both these men wanted.

Scotty Scott goes for a missle dropkick, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat whips him with the strap.
Latino Heat nails Scotty Scott with a snap suplex.
Latino Heat chops Scotty Scott.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Scotty Scott hits Latino Heat.
Scotty Scott hits Latino Heat.
Scotty Scott has the crowd going wild.
Latino Heat punches Scotty Scott.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Scotty Scott kicks Latino Heat.
Scotty Scott has the crowd going wild.
Latino Heat hits Scotty Scott.
The crowd is booing Latino Heat.
Scotty Scott hits Latino Heat.
Scotty Scott has the crowd going wild.
Scotty Scott whips him with the strap.
Scotty Scott goes for an eye gouge, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat goes for a snap suplex, but Scotty Scott blocks it.
Scotty Scott hits Latino Heat with a dropkick.
Scotty Scott goes for a punch, but Latino Heat counters it with an armbreaker.
Latino Heat executes a snap suplex on Scotty Scott.
Latino Heat slaps his chest.
The crowd is booing Latino Heat.
Latino Heat executes a brain buster on Scotty Scott.
The crowd is booing Latino Heat.
Latino Heat hits turnbuckle number one.
Latino Heat hits turnbuckle number two.
Latino Heat hits turnbuckle number three.
Latino Heat tries to hit turnbuckle number four, but Scotty Scott is in the way.

JR: Scotty sees Latino Heat on the top rope.....

King: Latino Heat doesn't realize Scotty is watching him!!!!!

JR: Latino Heat going for the Frog Splash!!!!!

King: NO Scotty is bringing up his knees!!!!!

JR: KNEES TO THE MID-SECTION OF LATINO HEAT AND SCOTTY NOW IS POUND ING THE BACK AND HEAD OF LATINO HEAT WITH THAT STRAP!!!!!

King: He'll never get a date now!!!!!

JR: Scotty Scott throws Latino Heat out of the ring.
Scotty Scott rolls out under the bottom rope.
Scotty Scott throws Latino Heat into the ringpost.
Scotty Scott gets back into the ring.
Latino Heat rolls back in under the bottom rope.
Scotty Scott chokes him with the strap.
Scotty Scott throws Latino Heat out of the ring.
Scotty Scott goes through the ropes.
Scotty Scott goes for a scissor kick, but Latino Heat ducks out of the way.
Latino Heat shoves Scotty Scott into the guardrail.
Latino Heat uses a dropkick on Scotty Scott.
Latino Heat goes for a Hotshot, but Scotty Scott counters it with a lariat.
Scotty Scott has the crowd going wild.
Scotty Scott hits a Russian legsweep on Latino Heat.
Scotty Scott reenters the ring.
Latino Heat climbs back into the ring.
Scotty Scott executes a hammerlock on Latino Heat.
Scotty Scott goes for a punch to the head, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat takes Scotty Scott down with a dropkick.
Latino Heat goes for a dropkick, but Scotty Scott side-steps and Latino Heat
only hits air.
Scotty Scott covers Latino Heat.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Latino Heat begs off.
Scotty Scott nails Latino Heat with a DDT.
Scotty Scott goes for a punch to the head, but Latino Heat blocks it.
Latino Heat chops Scotty Scott.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Latino Heat punches Scotty Scott.
A wave of boos is going through the crowd.
Latino Heat punches Scotty Scott.
Latino Heat takes Scotty Scott down with a spinning backbreaker.
Latino Heat whips him with the strap.
Latino Heat goes for a brain buster, but Scotty Scott counters it with
a small package.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Scotty Scott hits Latino Heat with a German suplex.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Scotty has Heat down on his kness. Scotty has the strap wrapped into the mouth of Latino Heat and is pulling upwards!!!!

King: Scotty is trying to break Heat's jaw!!!!!

JR: Now Scotty is pulling backwards and laying rights into the forehead of Latino Heat!!!!!

King: I have not seen Scotty like this in a long time.

JR: Nether have I but I know that these fans here and at home are enjoying every minute of it.

Scotty Scott bumps into Charles Robertson.
Charles Robertson is out cold.
Scotty Scott hits Latino Heat with a powerslam.
There is no referee to count.
Scotty Scott gets back up.
Scotty Scott gives the sign for the Scottmission.
Scotty Scott executes the Scottmission on Latino Heat.
There is no referee there to ask Latino Heat.
Charles Robertson crawls back into the ring.
Charles Robertson is sporting a dazed look but is back on the job.
Charles Robertson checks Latino Heat's arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
Latino Heat submits after 18 seconds.

*DING DING*

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room.
Vernon is, as usual, at his makeup mirror, while Truck
is working his arms with some small weights.)

Vernon: Truck! Have you seen my fuchsia eyeliner? I
can't find it anywhere!

Truck: Shoot, Vernon! I don't wear the stuff!

Vernon: I didn't ask if you had it, Truck, only if
you had seen it.

Truck: No, I ain't seen it. Maybe you left it at the
house. We were running a little late for the airport
this mornin'.

Vernon: Fine then. I guess basic azure will have to
do.

(He takes out the eyeliner and begins to apply it.)

Truck: So, you psyched about da Bowl t'night?

Vernon: You bet I am!

Truck: Yep. Me too.

(Both men continue in silence for a few moments.)

Truck: Say, wouldn't it be somethin' if it came down
to all Prime Timers at the end?

Vernon: It sure would.

Truck: Yeah. Then people would know we was legit.

Vernon: I think they already do.

Truck: True. So, what would you do if that did
happen?

Vernon: I would do what I had to do to assure my
victory, Truck.

Truck: Oh. Yeah. You know, if that happens, I'll
step out if you want me to.

(Vernon looks up and puts down his eyeliner. He
stands and walks over to Truck. He looks Truck
directly in the eye, rears back, and slaps him across
the face.)

Truck: OW! What'd ya do that for?

Vernon: Because that's the most foolish thing I've
ever heard you say, that's why! What's your name?

Truck: Truck.

Vernon: What's your name?

Truck: Truck!

Vernon: WHAT'S YOUR NAME!?

Truck: TRUCK!

Vernon: AND WHAT GROUP ARE YOU IN!?

Truck: PRIME TIME!

Vernon: WHAT!?

Truck: PRIME TIME!

Vernon: AND DO PRIME TIMERS EVER GIVE UP?

Truck: No!

Vernon: SURRENDER?

Truck: No!

Vernon: QUIT?

Truck: No!

Vernon: Alright then! I expect you to fight, Truck!
I expect you to take it to whoever is standing between
you and your shot at glory. I expect the same from
you that I expect from Tamer, Inferno, Mineral, and
every other man in the match tonight! I expect you to
strive for victory at all costs! Prime Time isn't
about laying down for the other guy, it's about
kicking some booty and taking some names! Now, do I
have your word that if it comes down to you and me,
you'll beat the hell out of me?

Truck: Yes!

Vernon: Good! Because I will do the same to you.
Got it?

Truck: Yes.

Vernon: OK then. Now let's get to the staging area.
The real show is about to begin!

(They exit.)

FADE OUT

>>>

JR: Let’s go backstage to Michael Bole.

(The scene switches to the backstage area with Michael Bole standing in
front of a lockeroom door.)

BOLE: Thanks JR. I’m here outside the lockeroom of one of the mystery
participants in tonight’s Bedlam Bowl. We saw a hooded figure arrive earlier
and sources tell me that he is inside this room right now. Hopefully we’ll
catch a glimpse of this illusive gentleman.

(Michael Bole turns around and turns the handle on the lockeroom door. It
slowly clicks open. Inside the room is dark and the light from the corridor
flows into the room. As Bole strains his neck around the door it suddenly
slams shut. Bole flies backwards into the corridor.)

JR: What was that?

KING: That guy must have one ugly face!

(Randy is standing by a "Powerade" vending machine, next to him is of course Rob Young.)

(Young digs deep into his pockets, he pulls out a few coins and gives them to Randy, Randy puts the money into the machine. He steps back.)

Valentino: Just keep in mind that we're in Las Vegas, everything is slow around here.

Young: I understand that but we've been waiting a pretty long time. I don't think it's meant to be that slow.

Valentino: D@mn stupid machine. I HATE YOU LAS VEGAS! Never, EVER are we coming back here again Rob. Even the ladies around here look like farm animals.

(Boo's as Valentino kicks the machine and walks off. The camera is still focused on the vending machine, a few seconds later a powerade drops out.)

LILLY: This contest is a falls-count-anywheretag team match

Introducing first...
At a total combined weight of 427 pounds...
Rey Bucanerro... Tazan Boy... TEAM BEAUTIFUL

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful make their way down to the ring. They stop and talk to some women before rushing into the ring.)

Rey: It seems that no matter how much things change around here the more they stay the same.

Tazan: We are still considered by many the greatest tag team in the world.

(They both nod their heads as the females in the crowd go wild.)

Rey: The women think we are sexy.

(The women really go wild.)

Tazan: Eco System are still little boys tying to act like men.

(Everyone in the crowd laughs.)

Rey: BUt after tonihgt we will have those tag team title back around our waists.

Tazan: So true essa.

LILLY: Their opponents...
Led to the ring by Aquatic...
At a total combined weight of 491 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
Inferno... Mineral... ECO-SYSTEM

PA: So....you think you're untouchable? Eco-LIFE!

("Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence plays over the PA System as the Eco-System
and Aquatic appear frombehind a cloud of blue mist. Inferno and Mineral
raise their titles in the air to then audience's boos>)

JR: This crowd has gone from liking the Eco-System to absolutely despising
them!

King: It's like that Dr. Seuss book: "When they were good, they were very,
very good, but when they were bad..."

(Inferno hops up to the apron and holds the ropes for Aquatic. Mineral stops
to chew out a fan, then enters the ring with his brother. Aquatic grabs a
microphone.)

Aquatic: Ladies and biohazards, the show has begun! The Eco-System, YOUR TAG
TEAM CHAMPIONS, will be defending their titles successfully in just a few
moments. (Crowd boos relentlessly, but Aquatic simply smiles. Inferno takes the
mike.)

Inferno: Go ahead people, boo all you want! Do you know what that booing
represents to us? It represents FREEDOM! No longer are we slaves to your foolish
act of cheering, we can be WHAT WE ARE! And if you can't handle that, TOUGH! We
have a job because we
can put on entertaining matches, not because we can do a highly entertaining
song-and-dance routine! You know...(laughs)...in America, you're SUPPOSED to
be free to be what you want. But as it seems, that freedom comes along with
disdain from every other
"normal" American! (Crowd boos) At least in Norway, we were accepted and not
called things like "enviromental self-righteous freaks" and "Crazy
sociopathic Goths"! Maybe we are even some of those things, but that doesn't give you
mere mortal, stupid, pathetic BIOHAZARDS the right to call us that!

(Crowd shifts from their booing to chants of "Eco sucks!")

Mineral: (taking the mike) See, that's not true, and by using that as an
insult, you predjudice against homosexual people! Such hate in this country....
Well anyway, back to Team Beautiful.....wow, they've really been an afterthought
to us. I haven't ev
been thinking about this match all that much. I mean, don't get too excited,
we're leaving the champs, but I just suppose we don't hate Team Beautiful as
much as we used to. You see,while they were champs, they represented the old
guard to us, holding
down the champs of the future, which were us. Now that we're the champs, they
don't seem like the controlling old guard. They just seem......old. So
tonight, we will not just defeat Team Beautiful, we will DISINEGRATE the old
fossils! That's not a euphemism, that's not an empty threat....

Eco-System: THAT'S JUST THE LAW OF THE ECO-SYSTEM!

(Aquatic hands the mike back and slide sout of the ring as Inferno and
Mineral bounce off the ropes.)

*DING DING*

Inferno locks up with Tazan Boy.
Inferno switches over to a rear chinlock, and throws Tazan Boy down.
Tazan Boy gets back up, but Inferno catches him with a hard right hand
knocking him down.

JR: I'm worried about Team Beautiful here! They've accumulated some ring rust
while the Eco-System is young, experienced, and has a noticable strength
advantage.

(Inferno locks Tazan Boy in a full-nelson as the crowd chants "Eco sucks!"
Tazan Boy manages to fight up, but Inferno lowers his arms and executes a
release German suplex.)

JR: If the Eco-System can keep Team Beautiful grounded, hey can't win no
matter what the stipulation!

Inferno throws Tazan Boy over the ropes.
Mineral jumps off the apron and nails Tazan Boy with a flying fist.
Rey Buccannerro comes along the side, but Inferno nails him with a baseball
slide.

Tazan Boy nails Inferno with a spinning backbreaker.
The crowd is cheering on Tazan Boy.
The crowd is cheering on Rey Bucanerro.
Tazan Boy executes a flying dropkick on Inferno.
Tazan Boy is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rey Bucanerro executes a bodyslam on Inferno.
Tazan Boy hits Inferno with a flying dropkick.
Tazan Boy is getting a good reaction from the crowd.

JR: Tazan Boy and Mineral have made their way up the aisle and are just behind us fighting.

King: They better not get close to my crown!!!!

JR: Tazan Boy just sent Mineral flying off the ramp!!!!

King: He could have broken his back!!!!!

JR: The Eco-System and Team Beautiful are brawling up the aisle!

Inferno spears Tazan Boy on the steel ramp.
Mineral picks up Rey Buccannerro and spins him around.
Mineral drops Rey with a Boulder-Than-Thou.

King: YAAH! Rey and Tazan's backs might be shattered!

(Inferno and Mineral pick up Tazan and Rey and whip them into each other.
They smack heads, knocking each other out.)

JR: A real "meeting of the minds" there, wouldn't you say?

Inferno and Mineral pick Tazan up and gorilla press him on the steel.
They then repeat the process with Rey.
Inferno and Mineral drag Team Beautiful up to the top of the ramp.

King: What is the Eco-System going to do here?

(Inferno and Mineral position Tazan Boy and Rey Buccannerro between their
legs. tehy pick them up and execute double Raging Inferno powerbombs on Team
Beautiful!)

JR: DOUBLE POWERBOMBS ON TEH STEEL RAMP! If their backs weren't broken
before, they are now!

Inferno hits a fireman's carry on Tazan Boy.
Inferno takes Tazan Boy down with a spear.
Inferno mimes a globe and goes "The World is ours!".
Inferno further incites the crowd.
Mineral chops Tazan Boy.
Mineral chops Tazan Boy.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Mineral takes Tazan Boy down with a powerbomb.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.

JR: I don't think Mineral has fully recovered from that fall earlier.

King: How could he have?

JR: Rey and Tazan are standing on either side of him..... MEXICAN STANDOFF!!!!!!

Bart Farinus counts: One, two, thr... kickout.

King: Tazan and Rey are chasing the Eco-System backstage!

JR: This can't be a good thing! The Eco-System has much greater leg strength
than Team Beautiful, they'll wear them out!

(The cameras and referee follow Tazan and Rey backstage through the curtains
into the parking lot, where they are suddenly met with a lead pipe shot,
taking them down. We see Inferno holding the lead pipe.)

JR: Tazan and Rey are laid out in the parking lot!

We hear a car start up and we see Aquatic in the driver's seat.
Inferno and Mineral pick Tazan and Rey up.
Aquatic starts driving the car.

JR: Oh no....DON'T DO THIS!

(Aquatic continues driving the car (at a relatively slow speed so as not to
kill Team Beautiful), and teh Eco-System whips them into the moving car.)

JR: TEAM BEAUTIFUL JUST GOT THROWN INTO A MOVING CAR!

Inferno and Mineral pick Tazan's limp body up and pull him on top of the hood
with them.
The Eco-System nails the Nature's Fury on him on top of the hood.
Inferno goes for the cover and teh ref counts:1...2....3!

*DING DING*

Lilly: (from inside) Here are your winners....and STILL TAG TEAM
CHAMPIONS....THE ECO-SYSTEM!

(The Eco-System is handed their belts and they raise them in a celebratory
gesture. They continue celebrating alongside Aquatic as Team Beautiful is left
in a broken heap.)

JR: Wait! It's The Judge and White Lightning

(White Lightning reels the chair back and slams it across the skull of Mineral, sending Mineral to the ground. White Lightning then grabs Inferno and hits him with the Flash!)

JR: What is this for?

King: Who knows these days?

(White Lightning head back up the ramp, watching the carnage they have left.)

JR: We'll be right back!

(Lowedown is seen sitting in the back of his pick up truck collecting his thoughts as he sees the camera and looks over towards it...)

LD:Are you getting nervous Z? Those butterflies twitching in your stomach? Not me partner. I'm enjoying this. I'm enjoying this incredible rush running through my veins and it's not going to stop until I drop you to the mat for the 1...2...3. You see Z, when I said this match means more to me than it does to you...I wasn't joking. You don't want this World title. You want to quicken your life one more time. You want one more shot in the spotlight where everyone worships you. There's just one small problem here Z. No one worships you! No one gives a rat's @$$ about you and your so called championship goals! You talk about destroying the Lowedown? Well, all you gotta is step into the ring and show me Z. Just show me what you got. This isn't the past...

(Lowedown places his sunglasses on his face and then picks up the World title...)

LD:This is the future! Lowedown as the World champion and you as settling for...second best. Ya feel me?

fade...

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown running down the hallway. Michael Bole catches up to The Judge as he approaches his locker room.)

Bole: JUDGE! JUDGE! Can I get your thoughts on the Bar Room Brawl match?

Judge: Yeah, I promised everyone I would win, and I did just that. I am the GREATEST Hardcore Champion the BMWF has ever seen, and no one can prove me wrong, especially not those four who thought they actually had a chance of beating me.

Bole: Well, it seems like you are going to be in the Bedlam Bowl match tonight afterall. Tonight you are fighting for a chance to main-event Bruisermania and get a World title shot. Can I get some comments on this sure-to-be memorable match?

Judge: Bole, have you noticed some of the no-talent scum that have been getting World title shots lately? Hardcore Harry, The One, Master Z, even Cash Flo got a World title shot before me! It's about time that all the members of my Jury and all the bWo-ites got to see what The Judge is really made of, what there is no better place than Bruisermania! Tonight The Judge will win the Bedlam Bowl and go on to Bruisermania, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

Bole: Judge, one more...

Judge: Sorry Michael, no more questions, I have to go get cleaned up before the Bowl!

(The Judge hurries off as the camera fades.)

LILLY: This contest is a Nine Circles of Hell Match for the US title scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

The BMWF U.S. Champion...
Ignition

(The scene opens up in the ring area of the Nine Circles of Hell match. A
camera flys over, as all the poles have weapons on them. The camera circles
the US title which is hangin over the ring. Then the camera slows down at
each pole so we can get a look at the weapon. As the camera goes by each
pole we see a weed eater, a tazer, a staple gun, a link of chains, garbage
can with the top on it, a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat, the camera skips
the last two weapons and shoots to the stage as “TNT” hits as the stage
fills with smoke and the fans all jump to their feet.)

JR: Nine Circles of Hell! This should be one of the most brutal matches of
the month, maybe even the year!

King: I will admit it JR, when Ignition announced the stipulation I was
excited about this match, just to see him finally lose that precious title
of his!

JR: Either way this should be a barnburner, a slobberknocker, this match
will be crazy!

(The smoke clears and Ignition is standing at the top of the ramp with both
arms in the air as the fans go crazy!

JR: This Young Gun looks ready for tonight, look at the intensity in his
eyes!

King: Intensisty, ha!

(Ignition puts his arms down suddenly as he starts making his way down to
the ring. On the way he high fives all the fans he can. Ignition stops and
looks at a sign, thinks for a second then grabs it. With sign in hand
Ignition finishes making his way to the ring and he slowly walks around it
looking at all the poles, and all the weapons. He looks down at the mats and
see’s the barbed wire on them, and smiles. Ignition jumps up onto the apron
then carefully climbs through the barbed wire wrapped ropes and gets into
the middle of the ring. A mic is tossed.)

Ignition: LASSS VEGAS!!!! The Best Young Gun is here and in gear!!! Are you
guys ready to get this thing started?!

Crowd: YEAH!!!

Ignition: Sit back, and relax because you all are about to watch the Best
Young Gun, in the Best Match of the Night!

(Ignition turns around and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it
with his arm wrapped around the pole. Ignition holds up his sign; “Ignition,
willing to walk through hell for the US!”)

Ignition: You damnnn right! YOU DAMN RIGHT!

(He drops the sign, and looks up at his title.)

Ignition: When this match is over I am going to walk out of this ring with
my title! You messed up by takin my title, you fool, now take a look around
at what you have to go through!! Wait, take a look around at what I am going
to put you through! You are going to be sorry that you ever crossed the
games Best Young Gun!

(Ignition points at the title and jumps of the turnbuckle and throws his mic
to the announcer. Ignition hops up and down waiting for the match to start)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

*DING DING*

(Both men are in the ring, and Harry is looking at all the weapons around
him, and Ignition is glaring right at Harry)

JR: Look at that stare King! Ignition is ready to get this on the road!

(Ignition says something to Harry and they meet in the middle of the ring.)

JR: Harry is saying something to Ignition here!

King: Yeah, but Ignition is just staring at Harry, lets get this match goin!

*SMACK*

JR: OHHH MY GOD!! Harry just gave Ignition a backhand from hell! MY GOD!

(Ignition turns around and looks at the ground.)

*SMACK*

JR: Ignition just returned the backhand!

(Harry backs up and throws a punch, but Ignition blocks it and hits Harry
back!)

JR: Ignition throwing punches non-stop! Harry is backed into the corner!

(Ignition kicks Harry, and Harry falls into the corner!)

JR: Ignition is stomping the hell out of Harry here!

King: He isn’t stopping! Get up Harry!

(Ignition gives Harry one last kick and turns around and raises an arm!)

JR: The crowd is going crazy here!

(Ignition walks to the opposite turnbuckle and climbs it.)

JR: He is getting things started off quick! WAIT!!

(Harry runs up behind Ignition and grabs his leg! Ignition fights him off
and kicks Harry’s face!)

JR: Ignition jumps!! HE HAS THE CHAINS!!

(Ignition hops down and Harry throws a punch at him!)

JR: Ignition caught the punch with the chains! He has Harry’s arm wrapped up
in the chains!

(Ignition winks at Harry and throws a head butt to Harry’s nose!)

JR: Ignition just does not care tonight!

(Ignition unwraps Harry’s arm, and Harry stumbles back and grabs his nose.)

JR: Ignition is stalking Harry with those chains.

(Ignition rears back and whips Harry with the chains!)

JR: MY GOD!! Harry is wincing in pain already! NOOO

(Ignition whips Harry in the back again!)

JR: Ignition is relentless with the chain links! If the start of this match
is any indication to how this match is going to be, all I can say is sit
back, and buckle up!

Ignition executes a piledriver on Hardcore Harry.
Ignition goes for a piledriver, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry throws Ignition out of the ring.
Hardcore Harry goes through the ropes.
Hardcore Harry throws Ignition into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Ignition goes for a kick to the midsection, but Hardcore Harry blocks it.
Hardcore Harry hits Ignition with a choke slam.
Hardcore Harry uses an atomic drop on Ignition.
Hardcore Harry executes the Hardcore Hell on Ignition on the concrete floor.
Numerous fans are using Hardcore Harry for target practice.
Ignition is out cold.
Hardcore Harry throws Ignition back into the ring.

JR: Harry and Ignition look exhausted out there, they have beaten the hell
out of each other. I don’t know how they can go on any longer.

(A bloody Harry begins crawling up to the top rope with the staple gun
hanging over his head. Harry reaches up and grabs the staple gun just as
Ignition climbs up to the top with Harry. Harry elbows Ignition in the chest
then sets him up for a Russian leg sweep from the top but just before he
falls back with him Harry puts the staple gun to Ignition’s head and pulls
the trigger! Ignition screams out in pain as Harry pulls Ignition off of the
top rope with him and both men crash into the mat!)

KING: That is sick and disgusting! Harry just put a staple into the head of
Ignition.

JR: I never would have thought I would see that again.

(Harry slowly stands to his feet and pulls out of piece of paper out of his
pocket and holds it up so the crowd can read it)

KING: What does that say?

JR: Hardcore Harry, the new U.S. Champion is what is says.

(Harry lifts Ignition up and forces him back into the ropes wrapped in
barbwire! Harry then places the paper onto the forehead of Ignition and puts
three staples into it attaching it to Ignition’s head!!! Ignition falls to
his knees screaming and Harry just gives him a stiff kick to the side of the
head sending Ignition out of the ring and to the barbwire mat below!)

JR: Harry is one sick individual King!

Hardcore Harry hits a Russian legsweep on Ignition.
Hardcore Harry goes for a side suplex, but Ignition blocks it.

(Ignition is down in the corner, and Harry is climbing the turnbuckle for
his weed eater!)

JR: Ignition is up!!

(Ignition picks up the chains, and runs towards Harry!)

JR: Harry almost has the weed eater! NO!! Ignition grabs Harry’s leg with
the chains!

(Ignition pulls Harry’s leg!)

JR: MY GOD!! Harry just fell on those barbed wire ropes, and his leg is
caught up in them!! He is hanging on the outside!!

(Ignition backs up and rubs his chin. He smiles and slowly walks toward
Harry, and slides underneath the ropes, and goes outside the ring!)

JR: NO IGNITION!!! Ignition is wrapping that rope around Harry’s neck, and
Harry can’t do anything about it!

(When Ignition is done he takes Harry’s leg out of the ropes, bloody, and
yanks on the chain around Harry’s neck)

JR: Harry’s face is turning red!! Ignition NO!

(Ignition pulls Harry over to the ring post and ties the other end of the
chain up to it!)

JR: Ignition just tired Harry up!!

King: Look at him, he is clawing at his neck! If you don’t mind JR I need to
borrow your phrase, MY GOD!

(Ignition turns around and climbs up to the poles outside the ring)

JR: Ignition is going for that Tazer! HE HAS IT, NO!

(Ignition hops down and slowly walks toward Harry!)

JR: Ignition is doing exactly what he said, he is putting Harry through Hell
here tonight!

(Ignition walks up to Harry, who is attached to the ring post and says
something to him. An angry look comes to Ignition’s face!)

*BZZ*

*BZZZZ*

JR: MY GOD!! Ignition is-

*BZZZ*

JR: Ignition is frying Harry alive here! You can smell Harry’s burnt flesh!
I knew Ignition had a mean streak, and I know Harry did some stuff to him,
but this is crossing the line! This has to stop!
*BZZZ*

JR: Harry and Ignition have made their way back outside of the ring and both
men have been beaten to a pulp!

(Ignition goes to powerbomb Harry but when he flips him up Harry reaches up
and grabs a bundle of florescent light tubes that are hanging from one of
the poles. Harry smashes one tube over the head of Ignition causing him to
drop Harry. Harry lands hard on his back and one tube busts on his chest)

JR: Now the light tubes have came into effect.

KING: Ignition better look out because Harry loves to use then light tubes
to cut his opponents up!

(Harry stands up and places one of the tubes on Ignition’s chest and smashes
it with his forearm right across his chest! Harry then body slams Ignition
on the barbwire mat and goes under the ring and pulls out a table)

KING: Hey, a table wasn’t supposed to be in this match.

JR: Anything goes King trust me.

(Harry takes the four remaining light tubes and places them on top of the
table. Harry then picks Ignition up to his feet and places his head between
Harry’s legs. Harry is signaling for the end!)

JR: Are we about to see the Hardcore Hell!?!

(Harry flips Ignition up and pauses for a minute pointing to the table and
the crowd is going insane. Harry then extends Ignition a few extra feet then
brings him down crashing through the table and light tubes sending wood and
glass everywhere!)

KING: YAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

(Harry taunts as Ignition lays there in the wreckage motionless)

JR: Harry tosses him back into the ring.

(Ignition is laying in the middle of the ring, bleeding, Harry is standing
over him with those chains.)

JR: This match has gone beyond brutal! WAY BEYOND!

(Harry grabs Ignitions hair and picks him up!)

JR: NO!! Harry just wrapped those chains around Ignition’s neck, and he is
choking the life out of Ignition!

King: Yeah, well you know what they say about payback.

JR: What do they say King!

(Ignition kicks Harry in the groin!)

JR: IGNITION WITH A LOW BLOW!!

(Ignition quickly takes the chains off his neck and runs to the turnbuckle,
he climbs it)

JR: Ignition reaching for the garbage can! HE HAS IT!!

(Ignition jumps down, and is hit by Harry who is running at him! Ignition
gets the garbage can in the way, and the cover pops off, and thumbtacks fly
out!)

JR: OH MY!! There are thumbtacks in that can! What a twist!

(Ignition drops the can, and him and Harry are down!)

JR: Both men felt that one! They are both lying in the corner, this ring
looks like a war just took place! Blood Everywhere, weapons everywhere!

(Harry starts to move as the fans start an Ignition chant!)

JR: Harry to his knees!

(The crowd explodes!)

JR: Ignition springs up!! IGNITION IS UP!!

(Ignition grabs the garbage can and dumps out all the thumbtacks in the
middle of the ring! He looks at Harry who is still on his knees)

*SMASH*

JR: Ignition just derailed Harry with that garbage can! I can’t believe it!

(Ignition drops the dented garbage can and walks up to Harry!)

JR: What’s he doing?! I think, yes, he is putting Harry on the top of the
turnbuckle!

(Ignition finished putting Harry on the top of the turnbuckle and climbs it
himself. Ignition hooks an arm and raises the other!)

JR: Ignition is going to superplex Harry onto the thumbtacks!!! MY GOD!!!

(Ignition grabs hold and delivers the superplex!)

JR: OH MY!!! OH MY!!! Harry’s back must look like swiss chees!

King: Ignition’s too!!

(Ignition and Harry lay motionless in the middle of the ring.)

JR: I can’t believe this folks! These two competitors are pulling out every
stop, and are giving this match their all!

KING: Ignition Has Harry right where he wants him now!

(Ignition delivers a low blow to Harry and he falls to his knees, Ignition
follows it up with a shining wizard right to the side of the head to Harry)

JR: Ignition needs to bring this match back into the ring because every
second they stay out onto the floor this match goes in favor for Hardcore
Harry.

(Ignition goes to pick Harry up off of the barbwire mat but Harry gives
Ignition a low blow in return! Harry then gives Ignition a sidewalk slam
right onto the barbwire!)

JR: These men have lost so much blood I will be surprised if they don’t pass
out by the end of this match.

(Harry stumbles over to a corner on the outside and looks up to the top of
the pole where there is a cheese grader! Harry climbs up onto the guard rail
and pulls the cheese grader down)

KING: HAHA a cheese grader JR! This match has everything!

(Harry walks back over to Ignition and sits him up, Harry then places the
cheese grader directly on the bloody forehead of Ignition and he begins to
grind away at his skull! Ignition is now kicking and screaming as Harry
grinds away. Harry pulls up on the cheese grader then brings it down hard on
top of the head of Ignition nearly knocking him unconscious!)

JR: I can’t believe they would put a cheese grader in this match, that is
just to funny.

KING: YYAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

(Harry picks Ignition up and rolls him into the ring and rolls in after him)

JR: Harry has Ignition’s neck wrapped up in that chain! Ignition’s face is
beat red!

(Ignition pushes himself backwards and Harry’s bloody back runs into the
barbed wired ropes!)

JR: Ignition is pinning Harry up against those ropes! OH!!!

(Ignition sends his head back into Harry’s nose again!)

JR: Ignition is using his head again!!

(Ignition head butts him again!)

JR: Ignition is fighting to breathe here! Harry will not let go!

(Ignition struggles to the turnbuckle)

JR: He is reaching up for the barbed wire baseball bat!! He can’t reach it
though!

(Harry pulls Ignition back a few feet so he can’t reach the bat! Ignition
lets out a yell!)

JR: JAWBREAKER!! Harry is down!

(Ignition doesn’t even take time to breathe before he runs to the turnbuckle
and grabs the barbed wire baseball bat!)

JR: HE HAS IT!!

(Ignition hops down and slowly walks up behind Harry!)

*CRACK*

JR: Ignition just cranked Harry in the back of his leg! He is down!

(Ignition raises the bat high above his head!)

JR: OHHH MY!!! Ignition just laid into Harry’s back with that bat! Ignition
has been working on that lower back area all match!

(Ignition grabs Harry and says something in his ear! Ignition puts the bat
on Harry’s neck and pulls back!)

JR: Ignition is choking Harry now, and with that bat!

JR: These two men have been going at it for quite a while now and it just
keeps getting better.

KING: And look JR, only one weapon is left.

JR: I see it King, Hardcore Harry’s famous weed eater.

(Both men and laid out on the mat looking up into the rafters. They slowly
turn over and begin crawl towards the final corner of the ring towards the
weed eater)

KING: Who will get there first JR?

(Harry makes it to the corner first and begins to pull himself up to the top
rope while Ignition is right behind him. Harry reaches his way up to the top
rope as Ignition stands to his feet and begins to climb it as well)

KING: HAHA it’s a race to the weed eater!

(Harry reaches up towards the weed eater but as his finger touches it
Ignition gives his a gut shot. Ignition then shoves Harry back and he falls
onto the barbwire ropes split legged!!! And the crowd can’t believe and they
are cheering)

JR: That can’t feel too good.

KING: Ouch! There goes his kids JR!

(Ignition reaches up and pulls the weed eater down from the pole and holds
it up in the air to get a pop from the crowd which turns out to be huge!)

JR: Ignition has Harry’s weed eater, but Harry is still in La-La-Land!

(Ignition cranks the weed eater and it starts up. Ignition revs the little
motor while he holds it in the air then looks down at Harry and thrusts it
into Harry’s chest!!! Harry twitches and jerks around as his flesh is being
torn by the little string! Harry then falls out of the ring to the barbwire
floor!)

JR: The entire crowd is on their feet for this one folks! Ignition and Harry
are putting up one hell of a match!

KING: Yeah but who will be the one that gets all the fame and glory for it?

(Ignition drops the weed eater down to the ring then looks down at Harry who
is laying on the outside of the ring. Ignition looks out to the crowd and
shrugged his shoulders then leaps up into the air and comes crashing down to
the outside on top of Harry with a frog splash!!!)

KING: WHAT!!!

JR: Oh my God King, Ignition is pulling out all the stops here tonight!

(The crowd is going crazy over what they just saw and after a few moments
Ignition is up to his feet and he rolls Harry back into the ring. As
Ignition climbs back into the ring and goes to cover Harry, Harry rolls over
and throws several thumbtacks into the face of Ignition! Ignition falls back
screaming as Harry rolls over grabbing his weed eater)

JR: Oh no, get out of there kid! Get out now!

KING: Harry has the weed eater now!

(Harry gives the cut throat signal and begins to tear away at Ignition with
the weed eater and Harry hits him all over!!! Ignition has no where to go)

JR: This is horrible! We are about to witness a homicide King!

(Harry then keeps the string spinning as he carefully sets it in the middle
of the ring. Harry then picks Ignition up and places his head between his
legs once again)

JR: Harry isn’t going to slam Ignition on that running weed eater string is
he!?!

(Harry has an awkward smile on his face as he flips Ignition up into a
powerbomb position. Harry then extends Ignition a few feet and brings him
down right on top of the end of the weed eater and Ignition jerks around for
a moment then stops moving! Harry yanks the weed eater out from under
Ignition and the entire end of it is full of blood)

KING: There is blood all over out here, we are going to need some mops and
buckets when these two are finished.

(Harry covers Ignition as the ref jumps down to make the count)

JR: Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is vociferously booing Hardcore Harry.

*DING DING*

(“Back Up” by 12 Stones blares over the PA system as the ref
holds Harry’s arm up in the air with the victory!)

JR: Harry has done it! Harry is the new United States Champion!

KING: What a match JR, these two men went out there and nearly ended each
others careers for the fans.

JR: Indeed they did King, and this match will not be forgotten anytime soon
I can tell you that much!

(The ref hands Harry the U.S. Title and he rolls out of the ring holding it
high into the air showing it off as he makes his way up the entrance ramp)

(Michael Bole knocks on Tyrone Smith's door, which opens from the knocking.
The lights are off.)

Bole: Hello?

(Bole turns the lights on to find Tyrone sitting in the corner of the room.
His face is emotionless, his eyes are blank)

Bole: Tyorne?

(Tyrone looks up at Bole)

Tyrone: Don't ya say one word 'bout my match....... not one d@mn word.......

Bole: What about the Bedlam Bowl?

(Tyrone stands up)

Tyrone: Is dat now?

Bole: Yes....

Tyrone: I'm gonna kill every man in dat ring.... I swear I'ma rip each an'
every man in dare apart... Especially dat (beep) (beep) (beep)
Tamer...........

(Tyrone walks passed Bole and out of the room)

Bole: This does not look good........

(The bruisertron lights up and shows Ignition walking around backstage after his match with Harry. Suddenly someone wearing an Asylum mask pops out and nails Ignition in the face with a fire exstinguisher. The maksed man sends the weapon down into Ignition's chest several times then sprays the exstinguisher in his face. The maksed man drops the weapon and walks away.)

JR: Folks, we hear Michael Bole is standing by with White Lightning. Take it away Michael

(Cameras go backstage to show Michael Bole standing just outside of the bWo locker room. Bole opens the door and enters where he sits down on a leather chair. Big Kev Nash spots him.)

Kev: What in the hell do you think your doing?

Bole: I'm here for an interview with White Lightning

Kev: Ok

(Suddenly White Lightning walks in through the locker room door and takes a seat.)

White Lightning: Alright Bole, you ready to interview the next Bedlam Bowl winner?

Bole: I'm sure a few guys could argue that point, but yes let's start! So, White Lightning, How are you feeling going into this unique Bedlam Bowl match?

White Lightning: I'm feeling confident that I will stomp 29 other men's @$$es on my way to winning the 2004 Bedlam Bowl! I am the Chosen One and let's all face the facts, the Career Killer will be headlining Bruisermania 2004 with a shot at the coveted World Title. Can you see it, Bole?

Bole: See what?

White Lightning: See me at Bruisermania winning the World Title?

Bole: Uh….Yeah, Anyway, I know you don't like some of the participants very much, but……

White Lightning (Cutting his off): It's no secret Bole! I don't like most of the guys in that match, I am not going into it to make friends. I am going in to end careers and come out on top using any means necessary! Like the say, it is every man for themselves, it doesn't matter who is in the ring with me! Facts are facts, and it is a fact that I will win.

Bole: What type of strategy do you have to use in a match like this?

White Lightning: All I know, is that I will not be eliminated! Not by that worthless loser Master Z! Not by that chump Scotty Scott! Not by that loser Tyrone Smith! Not by that freak Vernon Vanderbilt! Not by anyone in the match. Let's face it Bole, for a man with the skill that I have, this should be a cakewalk! Why will it be so easy? Because I am that damn good!

Bole: Any final words?

White Lightning: Tonight, I will walk out victorious. Tonight the Chosen One will eliminate 29 other @$$es, one by one. Tonight, I fulfill my destiny and walk into the Bedlam and walk out number One contender to the World Title and headlining Bruisermania!

Bole: Thank you for your time, White Lightning!

(Big Kev walks into the picture and sits down in front of the camera.)

Kev: And Bole, I will PERSONALLY make sure that no one eliminates him! That you can take to the bank!

Bole: How do you expect to do that?

(Kev gets up and walks towards Bole)

Kev: You doubting me?

(Bole quickly runs out the locker room door as White Lightning and Big Kev are left laughing.)