(The show opens inside the Savvis Center Saint Louis Missouri. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Savvis Center Saint Louis Missouri! Welcome to BMWF Fallout 2004! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we're gonna have for you tonight!

(The arena lights dim. The Bruisertron lights up with an image of Master Z.)

(The sound of "Victory" by Puff Daddy blasts thoughout the arena as everyone's eyes stay glued to the screen.)

(Several scenes are shown...
Master Z holds the king of the ring crown and scepter
Master Z raises up the TV title
then the US title
then the Hardcore title
then the TV title
then the Tag team title
Master Z seen wearing a Brotherhood shirt and standing next to Jay-B
Master Z Atomic Drivers Professor in 1999 then places his US title around his waist along with the World Title
Master Z Defeats Madman Randy Poffo at "Pitiful Resistance" by pinning him in the center of the ring. Z once again has the World Title placed around his waist
Master Z Defeats Scotty Scott to regain the world title
Master Z defeats Lowedown in late 2003 to regain the world title
The music only gets louder...
The text on the screen shows an image of Master Z, Maverick, and Tyrone Smith
The image fades out and the screen shows text
"Master Z...
2004
BMWF World Heavyweight Champion once again!"

Several fireworks go off overhead

(Just as unexpectedly as the promo hit the Bruisertron, it disappears. Scene cuts to the announcers table.)

JR: What in the world was that?

KING: Master Z is just "calling his shot" kinda like Babe Ruth did

JR: Master Z is full of himself! He's facing a couple of great competitors tonight and he's in for tough resistance!

King: Tonight is going to be the end of Tyrone's reign, JR. I can feel it.

JR: Tyrone Smith and his buddy Tamer have been public enemies #1 as of late, and I really believe tonight they are going to have their greatest retaliation to date. In fact, let's take a look at what went down just minutes before we went on air!

(The scene cuts to the backstage area. The camera is faced down at the ground as the cameraman is running to the action. Yelling can be heard.)

Voice: GET HIM! DON'T LET HIM UP!!!

(The camera raises up to show Tyrone and Tamer both holding pipes and standing over a bloody body trying to scamper away from their attack)

Tyrone: GET HIM, JOSH!!!

*THUMP* *THUMP*

Tyrone: YEAH, SON!!! MAKE A FOOL OF ME?!! I WISH YA WOULD!!!

*THUMP* *THUMP*

Tyrone: Hold his @$$ up!

(Tamer holds the bloody body up to reveal that it is...)

JR: THAT'S MASTER Z!!!!! MASTER Z IS BEING BEATEN ABSOLUTELY BLOODY!!!

(Tyrone lands a punishing swing with the pipe to Z's chest, dropping him to the ground once again)

JR: Those two are out of their minds!!!

King: I've been saying that about Tyrone for years now, JR. You never believed me then.

JR: I did, King, but now he has Tamer caught up in his world of foolishness!

(Tyrone grabs Master Z by the back of his shirt and pants and begins to spin. After several rotations, he releases Master Z, who goes flying through a window leading to one of the offices backstage. Tyrone starts to laugh as Tamer looks in awe of what he has just witnessed. Tyrone pats him on the back hard, shaking him out of his trance)

Tyrone: Good bat work, dawg.

Tamer: Uhh... yeah... thanks.

Tyrone: Ya ready for huntin' season t'night?

(In the distant background, the sound of fireworks can be heard, signaling the start of the show.)

Tyrone: Dat's our cue... Drag dat piece of (beep) out to da ring... I'll meet ya there.

Tamer: Right.

(Tyrone starts to walk towards the camera as Tamer walks into the office to collect Master Z. Tyrone shoves the camera out of his face as he walks past. The camera cuts back to the ringside area. JR and King look stunned.)

JR: This has gone too far. Tyrone is frankly out of control and he must be stopped somehow. Suspend him, something!

King: If you suspend him, JR, all it will do is anger him even more when he does return.

(Suddenly, the lights dim. The trumpeting music made famous from old Godzilla movies plays over the PA system as short glimpse of the creature Godzilla appear on the BruiserTron. As the music reaches its climax, a roar can be heard and the following words appear on the BruiserTron)

"JAMAICAN MONSTER"

(There's a quick flash of pyro. The lights go out completely save for the bright spot light shining under the stage up towards the roof. There is fog completely covering the stage. Music that sounds like the beat to "Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monche, however it is heavily distorted electric guitars, begins to play. It pauses.)

PA: GET DA RASS UP!

(There's another shot of pyro. A figure appears in the midst of the fog and bright spot light)

PA: TYRONE MON, FEE HIM AH SAY GET DA RASS UP!

(The music continues and the house lights come back on. Tyrone Smith walks out from the fog and stands on the stage with the world title draped over his shoulder and pipe still in hand. He is met by a chorus of boos, to which he simply raises his middle finger and continues to walk to the ring)

JR: Well, it seems Tyrone has once again fallen from the graces of the fans. He doesn't even care anymore!

(Tyrone climbs into the ring and motions for the crowd to quiet; however, the crowd gets increasingly louder. Finally, the boos die down and Tyrone picks up a microphone to speak)

Tyrone: First an' foremost... (beep) each an' every single one of ya mudda (beep)az who booed me just now...

(Crowd boos)

Tyrone: Nah, (beep) y'all!! I bust my @$$ every week, defy every odd set in front of me, an' what do I get? What do we, da Brothas of da Apocalypse for our troubles? Boos... we get back stabbin' an' interference... But dat's cool... Second of all, (beep) Stone Cold Bruiser!!!!!

JR: WHAT!!!!!!

Tyrone: (beep) his bald, warm-beer-drinkin', old school, (beep) (beep)in' @$$!!!! (beep) him... (beep) Dinky Dangle... (beep) every mudda (beep)a in da (beep)in' BMWF. I gave my all to dis place, an' dis is how dey treat a (beep)in' livin' legend???

(crowd boos)

Tyrone: But, see, dat's all cool! Cuz t'night we're 'bout to blow da roof off dis fed! Startin'... wit' him...

(Tyrone points to the entrance ramp. Tamer is hauling an unconscious, bloody Master Z to the ring. He rolls Z into the ring and Tyrone gives Z a good stomp just for good measure)

JR: This is just absurd.

Tyrone: Master Z... One minute, he's da most hated man in BMWF history... next, he's going against da new "most hated man in BMWF history" for da world title. Z last week said dat when I was tired of him "makin' a fool of me" dat I should give 'em a match. HA! Make a fool of me? All he did was add fuel to a fire already lit under my @$$! Z, along wit' everyone else, pushed me... pushed US... to da edge, an' now it's our turn to push back...

(Tyrone kneels down and grabs Z's face by his cheeks)

Tyrone: I'm just shinin' yer belt, Z? Just makin' it look pretty until I'm ready to give it back to ya? Well, ya (beep)in' empty shell of a man...

(Tyrone stands up and holds the belt over Z's body)

Tyrone: You can have dis (beep)in' belt for da night...

(Tyrone drops the belt on Z's chest)

Tyrone: But t'night, I'm gonna beat yer @$$ to a bloody pulp... AGAIN... an' snatch dat belt from yer stubby-fingered hands! Bank on dat, son...

(Tyrone spits on Master Z and drops the mic before walking out of the ring. Tamer follows him up the ramp as the crowd boos louder than ever.)

JR: I can't believe what my eyes have just seen. Tyrone has forfeited the World Title to Master Z. Master Z will be the world champ defending his title tonight against Tyrone.

King: I don't think Tyrone even makes sense to himself anymore... he just gave Master Z his World Title, JR. He just spent about twenty minutes beating Z to mashed potatoes, and then just hands over his belt! What a nut job!

(Tyrone stops halfway up the ramp, turns around to look at the ring, and then bolts towards the ring.)

JR: What is he doing now?

(Tyrone slides in the ring and grabs the mic. He waves his middle finger at the lifeless body of Master Z)

Tyrone: NO! (beep) ya, too!!!

(Tyrone begins to stomp on the World Title, which is positioned right on Master Z's chest.)

JR: Tyrone has lost his mind!!!! Absolutely lost his darn mind!!!

(Tyrone picks Z hoist Z up in the Torture Rack)
*SLAM*

JR: GANJA DROP!!! THE GANJA DROP!!!! TYRONE NAILED MASTER Z WITH THE GANJA DROP RIGHT ON THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE!!!!

Master Z's head just was drilled into that gold belt! Where the hell is security?!

(Tyrone spits on Z once again and throws the mic at him. He picks up his belt and walks out of the ring again)

JR: It appears Tyrone had a change of heart...

King: Ha ha! You don't say!

(The Brothers of Apocalypse make their way up the ramp to deafening boos from the crowd)

JR: Let's go to our first match of the evening!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
Hailing from Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

Ravven

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Awesome Mike whips Ravven into the ropes, but Ravven reverses it.
Ravven hits Awesome Mike with a kick.
Ravven executes a powerbomb on Awesome Mike.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravven goes for a powerslam, but Awesome Mike counters it with a lariat.
Awesome Mike works the crowd.
A few fans are booing Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike takes Ravven down with a snap suplex.
Awesome Mike runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike hits Ravven with a flying shoulderblock.
Awesome Mike takes Ravven down with a forearm smash.
Awesome Mike runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike misses with a shoulderblock.
Ravven executes a Hotshot on Awesome Mike.
Ravven goes for a front facelock, but Awesome Mike counters it with a low blow.
Awesome Mike uses a forearm smash on Ravven.
Awesome Mike whips Ravven into the ropes.
Awesome Mike hits Ravven with a backdrop.
Awesome Mike takes Ravven down with a powerbomb.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Awesome Mike goes for a kick to the midsection, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven hits a Hotshot on Awesome Mike.
Ravven is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Ravven takes Awesome Mike down with a hiptoss.
Ravven nails Awesome Mike with a backbreaker.
Ravven takes Awesome Mike down with a Hotshot.
The crowd is starting to get behind Ravven.
Ravven whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Ravven hits Awesome Mike with a clothesline.
Ravven catches Awesome Mike in a front facelock.
Awesome Mike is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Bart Farinus asks Awesome Mike if he's had enough.
Awesome Mike shakes his head.
Awesome Mike grabs the ropes after being trapped for 20 seconds.
Ravven executes a kneelift on Awesome Mike.
Ravven whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Awesome Mike misses with an elbow.
Ravven nails Awesome Mike with a bodyslam.
Ravven whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Awesome Mike hits Ravven with a kick.
Awesome Mike almost takes Ravven's head off with a short lariat
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, kickout.
Awesome Mike hits Ravven with a slingshot shoulderblock.
Awesome Mike hits an inverted power bomb on Ravven.
Awesome Mike uses a slingshot splash on Ravven.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Awesome Mike goes for a kick to the midsection, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven takes Awesome Mike down with a hiptoss.
Ravven whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Awesome Mike hits Ravven with an elbow.
Awesome Mike hits a forearm smash on Ravven.
Awesome Mike goes for a kick to the midsection, but Ravven blocks it.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on Awesome Mike.
Ravven goes for the pin.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three.
There are lots of chants for Ravven.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ravven!

KING: What a match! Ravven should be the World Champion!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Scotty is walking into the Savvis Center when Michael Bole catches up with him.)

Bole: Scotty, can I get a quick moment of your time?

Scotty: Make it quick Bole... I got some heads ta bust.

Bole: Alot has been said about the new BMWF World Tag Team Champions facing a couple of guys... Well, in the eyes of many, don't deserve a chance to face Ash and yourself.

Scotty: Does it matta at all? Nah... We are gonna do what we do best... Go right out there... Beat the livin' crap out of these two stuinods... And then go back to training.

Bole: But Scotty, these two are not the same calliber as you and Ash.

Scotty: There ain't a tag team in the BMWF that can even say they're on the same level as us. We are the most DOMINATE tag team in the BMWF.

Bole: Some say that you and Ash took adavntage of lack of competition in the tag team divison.

Scotty: They say that huh?

Bole: Well, yes they do.

(Scotty lets his bags hit the ground and he reaches in and pulls out his half of the Tag Team titles.)

Scotty: All that mattas is that we have these belts... I don't care what Tom, Dick, and Harry say 'bout us... I get paid for bustin' heads and winnin' belts.

Bole: any have talked about how you are slowing down. That you have lost a step. That is why you went into the tag team divison.

Scotty: Bole... Bole... Bole... Ya know, I think ya were a rookie commentator when I won muh first title here. There have been very few times when I didn't have a title of some kind here in the BMWF. In muh rookie year alone, I held the Hardcore title twice and the TV title. The next year... I started makin' decent showin's 'gainst whoeva the BMWF World Champion might have been at the time... Me holdin' a title here is like second nature ta me. I've been the longest regiening US champion eva... And I would have still been the US champion if it had not been for Kurt Dangle strippin' me of muh title.

Bole: It seems like you are trying to avoid the fact the tag team divison is weak.

Scotty: I'm gettin' ta that.

Bole: By all means.

Scotty: I said I wanted a belt... I knew that I could get a great tag team partna in Ash... So we did what we wanted... We took them off papa champions... Now the BMWF has a tag team that can actually show the world that tag team rasslin' is still here and is still just as strong as eva. Now Bole... I need ta go.

Bole: Well, thank you for your time.

Scotty: The pleasure is all yers.

>>>

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare over the PA system as White Lightning steps out onto the stage. Behind him walking out is Big Kev. They pause at the top of the stage as White Lightning looks into the crowd. They begin to walk down the ramp.)

JR: We are about to be joined by the man who laid out Lowedown on Bedlam

(White Lightning grabs a microphone and enters the ring and Big Kev follows.)

White Lightning: You know, as I walked out here, everyone single one of you fans booed me! You all can stick it! You never even could recognize talent anyway! You'll sit there and boo me, and then cheer someone like Lowedown. You fans….SUCK!!

(An "@$$-hole" chant begins as White Lightning glares into the crowd.)

White Lightning: Speaking of suck, Lowedown, last Monday night was just a little taste of what I have in store for you. Big Kev and myself are not through with you. Not by a long shot! We plan on making your life a complete living hell from now until the end of time!

(The Crowd Boos.)

White Lightning: Lowedown, wherever you go, we'll be there to beat your @$$! You're pathetic and I am out to prove it! Lowedown, you may act all tough saying how you'll beat me down or end my career, but you're wrong! There is only one man who can end a career in the BMWF! His name is the "Career Killer", White Lightning!

(Another round of boos from the crowd.)

White Lightning: Lowedown, I wouldn't blame you if you just ran out and left the BMWF! To put it in simpler forms, YOU…SUCK!!!

(White Lightning hands Big Kev the mic.)

Big Kev: Lowedown, I aint' afraid to put your @$$ through a table again if you get in my way!

(White Lightning grabs the mic.)

White Lightning: Lowedown, YOU SUCK!!

(White Lightning and Big Kev exit to the back.)

>>>

(Michael Bole is seen outside the arena.)

Bole: I'm standing out here awaiting the arrival of
the King of Bling himself, Cash Flo. Now I've been
told that his limo is due to arrive any second. This
of course will mark the beginning of his third run in
the BMWF. The first was a successful run that got Cash
every title in the BMWF except for the World Title.
His second reign was a one-month fluke that left his
fans and employer will a foul taste in their mouths.
Now with his third shot coming near, everyone is
wondering what he's going to pull of next. We've seen
him reunite with his brother, former Prime Time
member, Mr. Flawless. The two have been training in
secret for the last few weeks leading up to this
night. Should be interesting to see what, if any,
changes have occurred. Oh, wait, here comes a limo
now.

(A 16 wheeled limo pulls up outside the Arena with the
license plate reading CashTwo. A large obese man
wearing a typical limo driver's outfit, leaps out and
hurries towards the rear, where a muffle voice can
already be heard screaming for him to hurry his @$$
up. The limo driver fixes his hat before opening the
door. Stepping out first, dressed in a dark green suit
and a pair of his infamous gold plated sunglasses, is
the Super Megastar himself, Cash Flo. Cash looks
bigger than the last time we saw him.)

Cash: My-my-my, look what the rabid monkey brought in,
Michael Bole.

Bole: Welcome back Cash.

Cash: Bite me.

(Climbing out of the car right behind him is Mr.
Flawless. Flawless is dressed like a million bucks in
his expensive suit and with his blond hair all pulled
back into a pony tail.)

Flawless: I see not much has changed in my absence. A
retard hairless ape is still doing the interviews.

Bole: Hey-

Flawless: I know Bole, I haven't forgotten. Skiz,
banana, now!

(Tripping as he climbs out of the car is Skiz.
Brushing his brown bangs out his face, Skiz hands
Flawless a banana pill.)

Flawless: Where's the banana?

Skiz: I got hungry.

Flawless: (To Bole) Here you go (hands him the pill)
monkey boy. Enjoy. Skiz, wait in the car. You're still
not welcome here.

Skiz: Okay.

(Skiz climbs back into the car without protest.
Flawless and Cash look at each other.)

Cash: Ready?

Flawless: You kidding? I was born ready.

Cash: How can you be born ready to walk into this
arena? It wasn't even here when you were swimming
around in your mom's placenta juice!

Flawless: Figuratively dude. And man, that was just
sick.

Cash: What?

(Cash chases after Flawless as they head into the
arena. Bole looks at the camera.)

Bole: Uh, there you have it. The official return of
Cash Flo and his brother Mr. Flawless. Back to you
guys at ringside.

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Memphis, TN...
Weighing in at 213 pounds...

White Lightning

("Rough Ryder's Anthem" by DMX begins to blare over the PA as the lights go out. Lightning bolt symbols flash throughout the audience. White Lightning walks onto the stage and has a spotlight on him. White Lightning is wearing a shiny blue robe. On the back it reads, "The Legend". White Lightning makes his way down to the ring and soon enters.)

JR: This will be White Lightning's first match back in action

(White Lightning removes his rope and tosses it to the outside of the ring. White Lightning glares into the crowd and awaits the start of the match.)


LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Jim Cornett...
Fighting out of Marietta, Georgia...
Weighing in at 248 pounds...

Buff "The Stuff" Badwell


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Buff Badwell runs into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Buff Badwell with a shoulderblock.
White Lightning runs into the ropes.
White Lightning hits Buff Badwell with a clothesline.
White Lightning goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Buff Badwell
counters it with a punch.
Buff Badwell goes for a powerslam, but White Lightning counters it with
a high cross body.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
White Lightning goes for a roundhouse kick, but Buff Badwell
ducks out of the way.
Buff Badwell executes a dropkick on White Lightning.
Buff Badwell takes White Lightning down with a hiptoss.
Buff Badwell takes White Lightning down with a flying dropkick.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Buff Badwell struts around the ring and flexes him muscles.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Buff Badwell goes for a hiptoss, but White Lightning counters it with a facerake
.
White Lightning takes Buff Badwell down with a bodyslam.
White Lightning hits Buff Badwell with a belly-to-belly suplex.
A fan at ringside badmouths White Lightning.
White Lightning hits corkscrew moonsault on Buff Badwell.
A fan at ringside badmouths White Lightning.
White Lightning goes for a fireman's carry, but Buff Badwell blocks it.
Buff Badwell hits White Lightning with a chop.
Buff Badwell takes White Lightning down with an atomic drop.
Buff Badwell goes for a clothesline, but White Lightning ducks out of the way.
White Lightning hits corkscrew moonsault on Buff Badwell.
White Lightning executes a Russian legsweep on Buff Badwell.
White Lightning executes the Flash on Buff Badwell.
White Lightning goes for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
A fan at ringside badmouths White Lightning.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is White Lightning!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Cash Flo and Flawless are walking backstage.)

Flawless: This sucks.

Cash: What?

Flawless: It's our first night back and I don't even
have a match. I thought you said you told them we
wanted a match tonight.

Cash: I did. Hey, wait a tick (Cash stops Flawless by
placing a hand on his chest). Are you assuming this is
all my fault? Are you suggesting that Cash Flo called
up the big wigs on my private jet telling them, " Hey
guys. At the pay-per-view, let me wrestle some
nameless Jack @$$. Please, oh please Big Boss Man,
give me a jobber." Hell Flawless, this match is
gnawing at my very bones, because it means my
Flo-tastic talent is being wasted on nobody. I should
be wrestling someone like Reno or the Lowedown. Hell,
give me the Judge! Anything is better than this.

Flawless: You just said you wanted to wrestle the
Judge.

Cash: (Shaking his head) I did, didn't I. What's this
world coming to?

(Flawless and Cash round a corner to the locker room
area. Cash looks at a few doors then turns to face
Flawless with a shocked look on his face.)

Flawless: What's wrong?

Cash: Where's our locker room?

Flawless: How you mean?

Cash: Ever since I came to the BMWF, I've had my own
locker room. Someone of my caliber doesn't need to
share locker space with the company's no names. I'm
like loyalty Flawless. I'm shocked that they're not
rolling out the red carpet upon my return.

Flawless: What do you want to do? It's either this or
the broiler room.

Cash: Come on.

(Cash and Flawless enter the locker room.)

>>>

(Witherspoon's Ferrari Enzo pulls into a parking space and shuts off. Witherspoon lifts the door up and steps out, slinging his TV title over his shoulder. Michael Bole rushes up to him with a camera crew.)

Bole: Witherspoon, may I ask a few questions?

(WItherspoon lights a cigarette and adjusts his belt.)

Witherspoon: Sure thing Bole.

Bole: Alright, tonight you defend your TV title. Any Coments?

Witherspoon: Yea. Tonight I was going to have a hugely brutal and aggressive match against TObey Miliken. The type of match that only occurs in men's nightmare. However, Bruiser decided that the type of match I had planned is more appropriate for Next months PPV, so I pitty whoever I decide to face next month.

Bole: Also Howitzer was added to the match. What are your opinions on this?

Witherspoon: If Howitzer wants some of this fine. If Tobey and Howitzer decide to team up against me, that's fine too. It dont matter to me. I'll still walk out of there with my World Television Title.

Bole: Also, there is a match tonight for the All-American title. Now originally there was going to be a six man elimination match to see who the number one contender would be, and you had asked to be in it. How do you feel about not being included.

Witherspoon: Honestly, I'm a little upset. I dont know why Bruiser didnt book me in that match.

Bole: Maybe he thought you would be to tired out by your match With Tobey Miliken and Howitzer?

Witherspoon: Listen, I am quite capable of having two matches in one night. Bruiser's gotta realize that. But, if he doesn't, I'll just have to prove it to him.

Bole: Well that finishes the Interveiw.

Witherspoon: Check ya later Bole.

(FADE)

>>>


(The BruiserTron starts a black and white countdown
from 5. Reaching one, the entire arena goes
pitch black. The crowd is on edge as they want for
something to happen, but nothing does. Then suddenly a
series of massive explosions rock the stage as Kid
Rock's " Cocky," blast over the PA. Stepping out of
the back is none other than Mr. Flawless and Cash Flo.
Strutting to the ring like a pair of champions, the
two men slid into the ring, demanding microphones.
After a while, they get a set. Before talking, the two
men play to the audience by posing on turnbuckles.
Eventually, the music stops and the two get down to
business.)

Cash: My brother and me are out here to announce
something truly historic.

Flawless: That's right.

Cash: We have been training together for the past
couple of months getting ready for this little return
you are all baring witness to.

Flawless: Amen!

Cash: (Turning towards Flawless) Will you stop
interrupting my flow?

Flawless: Sorry.

Cash: (To the crowd) Where was I?

Flawless: Something about these people bearing witness
to something.

Cash: Ah, that's right. Listen up! Like I was saying a
moment ago, all of you here tonight should consider
yourselves damn lucky for being here for this event.
Because you guys are here, first hand, to experience
something as revered as a Cash Flo return. I know my
last return was short, but I promise to all my
Cash-oholics, that this run is going to last.

(Mixed reaction)

Cash: I've been trying to watch the BMWF recently, but
can't. It's hard to stomach all the worthless
wrestlers running around with their lips flapping at
super-sonic speeds and never actually saying anything.
Its like a Lowedown rant without the charisma or the
length. I try and watch some matches, but I turn away
in disgust, because all I'm seeing are the same Jack
@$$ vets beating each other in the same old boring
match types or I'm seeing a bunch of floundering
rookies making wrestling look ridiculous with their
poorly executed moves! But you know what? All that is
about to change, because now you got a pair or real
mean motor scooters in the house and we're going to
bring it crashing down with our amazing skills! Ain't
that right Flawless?

Flawless: Damn right. The last time I was here, I was
a joke. I was a carbon copy of Kurt " Dang It" Dangle.
But that Mr. Flawless is dead and forgotten. What you
got now, what you see before you in this ring, is a
new man! A better man. And what that means for
everyone in the back is simple, your time is up. You
guys have been hogging all the light while me and my
brother have been laying low, but all that is about to
change. We got more skills in and out of the ring then
half the wannabe's in the back have combined!

(Boos fill the arena)

Flawless: Individually, we're dangerous. United, we're
UNBEATABLE! Nobody in the back can match our talent,
even with months of ring rust. Comparing us to anyone
backstage is just, insulting to the likes of us, so
please do us a favor and DON'T. There isn't a single
wrestler in the backstage area even remotely close to
what Cash Flo and me bring to the damn table! You can
deny it as much as you want too, but in the end. It's
a fact.

(More Boos fill the arena, but Cash and Flawless don't
seemed to be phased by any of it. The music hits and
Cash Flo and Flawless exit the ring.)

>>>

(Kurt Dangle is in the back watching the monitor.)

Kurt: I can't believe this! Bruiser had the nerve to fire me and hire these buckos again! Heck! That's isn't fair! I've never quit the fed! I've never cussed Bruiser out! Well, that could be because I don't know any swear words, but that's beside the point! I'm going to go and give that old bald headed buzzard a piece of my mind...(he looks into the camera)...and that, my TV friends, is true!

(He walks off...)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

From Boston, MA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Cash Flo

LILLY: His opponent...
From Charlotte, NC...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Rod "The Truth" Killings


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Cash Flo hits Rod Killings.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Cash Flo.
Cash Flo hits Rod Killings.
Cash Flo punches Rod Killings.
A few fans are cheering on Cash Flo.
Cash Flo executes the Swinging DDT on Rod Killings.
Cash Flo hits a legdrop on Rod Killings.
Cash Flo executes a hiptoss on Rod Killings.
Cash Flo hits Rod Killings with a hiptoss.
Cash Flo goes for a bulldog, but Rod Killings counters it with a low blow.
Rod Killings uses a flying kick on Cash Flo.
Rod Killings throws Cash Flo into the turnbuckle.
Rod Killings hits a leg lariat on Cash Flo.
Rod Killings nails Cash Flo with a kick to the thigh.
Rod Killings goes for an ax kick, but Cash Flo ducks out of the way.
Cash Flo hits a hiptoss on Rod Killings.
Cash Flo sends Rod Killings into the turnbuckle.
Cash Flo whips Rod Killings into the ropes, but Rod Killings reverses it.
Cash Flo hits a swinging neckbreaker on Rod Killings.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Cash Flo goes for a bulldog, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings uses a fallaway slam on Cash Flo.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rod Killings.
Cash Flo begs off.
Rod Killings uses a slap on Cash Flo.
Rod Killings hits a series of kicks to the midsection on Cash Flo.
Rod Killings hits Cash Flo with a hiptoss.
Cash Flo begs off.
Rod Killings hits Cash Flo with a slap.
Rod Killings goes for a running powerslam, but Cash Flo slides down his back.
Cash Flo puts Rod Killings in a crossface chickenwing.
Rod Killings is struggling to reach the ropes.
Rod Killings manages to grab the ropes after holding out for 23 seconds.
Cash Flo takes Rod Killings down with a bulldog.
Cash Flo puts Rod Killings in a crossface chickenwing.
Rod Killings is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Rod Killings gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 9 seconds.
Cash Flo runs into the ropes.
Cash Flo goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Rod Killings counters it with
a side suplex.
A small "Rod Killings" chant is being started.
Cash Flo begs off.
Rod Killings whips Cash Flo into the ropes.
Cash Flo and Rod Killings get hit with a double clothesline.
Cash Flo goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Rod Killings counters it with
a side suplex.
In turn, Cash Flo counters it with spinning headscissors.
Cash Flo is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Cash Flo hits Rod Killings with a bulldog.
Cash Flo executes the Million Dollar Splash on Rod Killings.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Cash Flo.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Cash Flo!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens backstage showing Tamer standing alone in an empty locker room.)

Tamer: Tonight started with a bang. And it will continue on like this throughout the night. Everything will look fine then BANG! You’ll see it, You’ll hear it, and those unfortunate few will feel it. We tried to tell people. I made sure everyone was forewarned. Don’t mess with the Brother’s of The Apocalypse. But a lot of people have and tonight there will be a Fallout. Payback spread all around, Pain felt, and an well pretty much a damn good time from my stand point..

(Tamer laughs.)

Tamer: The fans can boo, the can cheer, the can go to the bathroom for all I care. I am who I am and I’ll do what I want to do. You fans can take me as I am. It doesn’t get much more simple then that.

(Tamer rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles. Tamer then pats the All-American title.)

Tamer: Tonight I defend this. I was the first All-American Champion..no wait..sorry that was Kurt Dangle. But I was the first real holder of this belt. Then White Lightning won it. He had one hell of a run. Oh yeah I’m not gonna cut him short. But he was stale/ No life. Tonight I have scheduled this match. I went to the front office and made this match. Everyone gets what they want. I wanted to fight people who really wanted this belt. Well I found that out by trying to hold a match to get one contender. Due to schedule constraints that didn’t happen. But what will happen is a four man elimination match, tonight. Black can whine, Kolic can say his prayers, and Judge can be boring.. Everyone can do what they do best. The real point is. I’m bringing the fire and completion that this belt deserves. The winner of tonight’s match is simply the last guy left. Black says he’s great well prove it and win. Kolic is reborn, well win your new @$$ a title. Judge doesn’t say much, so shut up and wrestle.

(Tamer nods and looks around the locker room.)

Tamer: What a night tonight will be. The kind of night that people are still talking about weeks from now. This will be a Pay-Per-View to remember. Oh yes. I myself will be watching the Intercontinental title match closely, very closely. Hunting season is open....

(Tamer clears his throat and stares into the camera.)

Tamer: Prep...

(Tamer laughs at the crowds silence.)

Tamer: No difference. PREPARE TO BE TAMED!

FADE

>>>

(Tyrone is in the arena. Master Z slowly creeps up behind him with a scowl on his face.)

JR: Turn around Tyrone!

(Master Z taps Tyrone on the shoulder. Tyrone spins and hits Master Z across his back! Master Z's eyes fill with anger as the stands unphased!)

(Master Z grabs Tyrone by the face and arm, lifts him up, and slams him flat on his back on the concrete! Tyrone's head can be both seen and heard rebounding off the hard ground. Master Z gets to his feet and begins stomping the body of Tyrone.)

(It becomes obvious that Master Z is not about to be done! Master Z lifts Tyrone to his feet by the hair. Master Z slings him over his shoulder and carries him over to a wall where he repeatedly rams the man's body.)

(Master Z gorilla presses Tyrone and throws him through a nearby pane of glass. Master Z slowly stalks Tyrone as he tries to drag his bleeding body in any direction to escape! Master Z catches Tyrone by placing a boot on his throat.)

Master Z: Tyrone, you should left town when you heard about our match! I am going to be the victor tonight and I will be the world champion once again!

(Master Z removes his foot and once again lifts Tyrone to his feet. Master Z lifts Tyrone to his shoulder and throws him like a rag doll into a nearby pile of garbage and walks away.)

>>>

(Inside the locker room area, Scotty is talking things over with Ash.)

Ash: Look champ, it’s what people do. They don’t want to see the belts around people like us, so they start making excuses to rationalize why we aren’t deserving.

Scotty: It just made me sick. We can't help it that the tag teams here are cowards.

Ash: No arguments here.

Scotty: But the more I think about it, the madder I get.

Ash: Well let’s look at it. There isn’t a tag team within 50 miles of this arena that could even come close to taking these belts. So if people want to talk about the decline of the tag teams, let them blame everyone else. We’re doing what we said we do, let’s just enjoy that.

Scotty: All this talk means nuthin'. They're scared of us!!!!

(Ash slaps the spit right out of Scotty's mouth. Scotty gets red faced and looks directly into the eyes of Ash.)

Ash: Listen closely. We had a plan, a large scale plan. Bigger than these belts and bigger than your *bleeping* ego. And I am not about to let you and your half second temper ruin what we’ve been working towards. So you either cut the crap and remember what we’re here for, or we’re going to have bigger problems than what Bole and a few fans think. You hearing me?

(Scotty rubs his jaw.)

Scotty: Yer right... I gotta keep muh focus.

Ash: Look, things are set to fall into place. Let’s get through tonight, and get ready for the ride.

>>>

(A black 04 Accord pulls into the Savvis Center parking lot. Kolic and Kate
step out of the car, and are met with cheers from the crowd.)

Kolic: Man, I feel great today! Only one month back and I already have a
title shot!

Kate: You sure you're ready for this? Two of the others are accomplished
title holders, including Judge, who beat you for the Lightweight title.

Kolic: Yeah...that was a disappointment. I'm glad to be over that though. As
for Judge and Tamer, defeating them will be tough, but I'm sure I can do it.
Black is still rusty from his time away, so he should be out quickly.

Kate: Suppose Spirit interferes? I don't trust either of them.

Kolic: Good instinct. It doesn't matter whether or not she interferes, since
the title stipulation is that interference and other rule infractions aren't
allowed. More than likely, the ref will disqualify Black. However, if the
ref is distracted, maybe you could...make things fair?

Kate: I've been training, I should be able to take that sl...

Kolic: Careful, anger is a sin.

Kate: Sorry.

Kolic: That's all right, we all slip up sometimes. Ready to go in? I got
some catered food.

Kate: Really? Where from?

Kolic: This great...er, Italian food place.

Kate: ...You ordered Domino's, didn't you?

Kolic: ...Yeah.

Kate: (laughs) Sounds great.

Fade

>>>

KING: Did she say Domino's?

JR: Yes!

KING: My favorite! I'll be back in a little while!

JR: Sit down, King!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

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

Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

KING: Hey! What happened to her? Didn't she meet anybody this week?

LILLY: Her opponent...
Fighting out of Trier, Germany...
Weighing in at 143 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Jacklyne J.

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Jacklyne J. goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Dizi counters it with
a side suplex.
In turn, Jacklyne J. counters it with spinning headscissors.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Jacklyne J. hits Dizi with a bulldog.
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Jacklyne J. whips Dizi into the ropes.
Jacklyne J. misses with a clothesline.
Jacklyne J. hits a huricanrana on Dizi.
Jacklyne J. does a backflip.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Jacklyne J. executes a snap suplex on Dizi.
Jacklyne J. hits a dropkick on Dizi.
Jacklyne J. goes for a bulldog, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi hits Jacklyne J. with a snapmare.
Dizi whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
Dizi takes Jacklyne J. down with a drop toehold.
Dizi gets an armlock leglock submission on Jacklyne J..
Joe Finch checks Jacklyne J.'s arm.
He lifts it... it stays up !
Jacklyne J. fights her way out of the hold after 16 seconds.
Jacklyne J. takes Dizi down with a monkey flip.
Jacklyne J. goes for a snap suplex, but Dizi counters it with a vertical suplex.
Dizi uses a baseball slide on Jacklyne J..
Dizi executes a headlock takedown on Jacklyne J..
Dizi hits Jacklyne J..
The crowd is going "We want Joe Finch !".
Dizi chops Jacklyne J..
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Jacklyne J. with a kick.
Dizi covers Jacklyne J..
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Dizi executes leg scissors on Jacklyne J..
Dizi executes a baseball slide on Jacklyne J..
Dizi whips Jacklyne J. into the ropes.
Dizi hits a drop toehold on Jacklyne J..
Dizi takes Jacklyne J. down with leg scissors.
Dizi hoists Jacklyne J. high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Jac
klyne J. crashing hard to the mat.
Some fans are heading to the concession stands.
Dizi goes for armlock, but Jacklyne J. counters it with a hammerlock.
Jacklyne J. hoists Dizi high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Dizi crash
ing hard to the mat.
Jacklyne J. whips Dizi into the ropes, but Dizi reverses it.
Dizi misses with a clothesline.
Dizi nails Jacklyne J. with a drop toehold.
Dizi whips Jacklyne J. into the turnbuckle.
Jacklyne J. comes back, but is met with a kick to the midsection.
Dizi uses armlock on Jacklyne J..
Dizi hits Jacklyne J. with a dropkick.
Dizi goes for armlock, but Jacklyne J. counters it with a go-behind.
Jacklyne J. goes for a sleeperhold, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi chops Jacklyne J..
Dizi hits Jacklyne J..
A few fans are cheering on Dizi.
Dizi runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Jacklyne J. with a kick.
Dizi locks Jacklyne J. in a wristlock.
Jacklyne J. reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Dizi executes the Dizi Sleeper on Jacklyne J..
Joe Finch checks Jacklyne J.'s arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it stays up !
Jacklyne J. fights her way out of the hold after 18 seconds.
Jacklyne J. goes for a sleeperhold, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi hoists Jacklyne J. high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Jac
klyne J. crashing hard to the mat.
Dizi takes Jacklyne J. down with a baseball slide.
Dizi punches Jacklyne J..
A small "Dizi" chant is being started.
Dizi hits Jacklyne J..
The crowd is cheering on Dizi.
Dizi catches Jacklyne J. in an armlock leglock submission.
Jacklyne J. breaks the hold after 6 seconds.
Donnie MacPhearson enters the ring and hits Jacklyne J. with a chair.
Joe Finch disqualifies Dizi.
The crowd is going "We want Joe Finch !".

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Jacklyne J.!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens backstage. Tamer and Tyrone are sitting side by side in silence.)

Tamer: Hey, one thing.

Tyrone: What up?

Tamer: We leave Black be tonight.

Tyrone: We gonna do what now?

Tamer: I’ll handle him in my match. He’ll still be ripe for a beat down next week.

Tyrone: I’ll give ya dis one t’ing.

Tamer: As for everyone one else...

Tyrone: Da apocalypse t’is upon dem.

Tamer: Hell yeah.

Tyrone: Damn straight. Come on mon’. We jus’ gettin’ started.

Tamer: Rock and roll..

(Tamer and Tyrone stand up and walks off down the hallway as we fade.)

>>>
 

LILLY: This contest is a non-title-tag team match scheduled for one fall.

At a total combined weight of 510 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
From San Quentin Correctional Facility... weighing in at 240 pounds...
Ash
His partner...
From Sturgis, SD... weighing in at 270 pounds...
Scotty Scott

("War Machine" by KISS blasts over the PA as Scotty Scott walks out to the boos of the fans. He stands there with one half of the BMWF World Tag Team titles strapped around his waist. He peers down into the ring through the infamous tattered black towel that drapes his head. He stands there silent when suddenly, "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blasts and Ash joins him. They walk down to the ring together ignoring the boos as they enter the ring. They step through the ropes and walk to the center of the ring. Scotty stands there with his arms folded as Ash stands beside him.)

Ash: Everyone in this arena knows the outcome of this match. We knew it the minute it was booked on the card for tonight’s show. But listen, as the champs we’ve got plans. Plans for these belts, plans for this division, and plans for this federation. We’ve got plans that are bigger than Scotty and I, bigger than you fans, and big enough for everyone in the back to stay on their toes. I don’t have much to say on this fact, so Scotty go ahead and speak on this.

(Ash tosses the mic to Scotty.)

Scotty: Ya know... I know what I am doin' each and every week when I step through those ropes. I come here ta make someone's life a livin' Hell. I don't care who they are... Don't care what they think they are... We did it last week when we handed Tyrone and Tamer a lost that they'll neva forget. I look at the locker room every week... It looks like each and every single one of the guys in the back are just yella... Who is brave enough ta get in the ring wit us? These two goofs that are just lookin' ta make a name for themselves. How many times have any of ya's out there seen a tag team that is this dominate that everyone actually fears them? Ya neva seen it before... A.J. and Fish Boy, whoeva ya's are.... Yer standin' right in the middle of the Path of Rage... And afta tanight ya's can go back and when ya's got kids... If anyone would have kids wit ya's... And tell them that on one night that ya's were in the ring wit greatness... That ya's faced the greatest tag team eva in the BMWF... Now Beat us... If ya's can... Survive... If we let ya's...

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 400 pounds...
From 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea... weighing in at 180 pounds...
Shark Kid
His partner...
From Gainesville, GA... weighing in at 220 pounds...
"The Role Model" AJ Stiles

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Scotty has A.J. against the ropes.

King: Scotty does have a weight advatage against A.J.

JR: The referee is trying to get inbetween these two. Oh what a cheap shot!!! Scotty just punched A.J. right in the mouth!!!

King: It's only cheap because Scotty did that.

JR: Scotty whips A.J. into the ropes... Belly-to-belly suplex!!!!

King: That was beautiful!!! Scotty did that perfectly!!!!

JR: I never doubted Scotty's skill in the ring. I just question his motivation these days.

Scotty tags out!

Ash kicks AJ Stiles.
The crowd is cheering on Ash.
Ash hits AJ Stiles.
The crowd is cheering on Ash.
Ash whips AJ Stiles into the ropes.
Ash hits AJ Stiles with a kick.
Ash is going for the cover.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ash complains about a slow count.

AJ Stiles springs to his feet.
AJ Stiles hoists Ash high into the air with a vertical suplex into a reverse nec
kbreaker, then sends Ash crashing hard to the mat.
AJ Stiles tags out to Shark Kid.
Shark Kid and AJ Stiles whip Ash into the ropes.
They hit Ash with a double elbowsmash.

Shark Kid goes for a running neckbreaker drop, but Ash blocks it.

JR: Ash makes a tag to Scotty.

King: A legal tag JR.

JR: Ash ties up Shark Kid in the ropes. Scotty spits at A.J.

King: The referee has stopped A.J. from coming in!!!!

JR: Scotty and Ash are laying a beating on Shark Kid as they kick and punch a defenseless opponent.

King: He knew what he was stepping into JR.

JR: Scotty Scott hits Shark Kid with an elbow.
Scotty Scott uses a Death Valley Driver on Shark Kid.
Scotty Scott whips Shark Kid into the turnbuckle.
Scotty Scott runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Shark Kid lifts his knee.
Shark Kid hits an elbowsmash on Scotty Scott.
Shark Kid hits a flying dropkick on Scotty Scott.
The crowd is really behind Shark Kid.
Shark Kid whips Scotty Scott into the ropes, but Scotty Scott reverses it.
Scotty Scott executes a scissor kick on Shark Kid.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Scotty Scott goes for a dropkick, but Shark Kid side-steps and Scotty Scott
only hits air.
Shark Kid runs around like a land shark.
The crowd is really behind Shark Kid.
Shark Kid tags out to AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles and Shark Kid whip Scotty Scott into the ropes.
AJ Stiles and Shark Kid hit Scotty Scott with a double dropkick.
Ash enters the ring and throws Shark Kid out of the ring.

JR: Scotty takes a wild swing at Shark Kid who is standing outside the ring.

King: He was just making sure that he was awake.

JR: Scotty claps his hands and ash comes in the ring. They are laying the boot leather on A.J. who is laying prone on the mat!!!

King: Shark Kid is not making it better for A.J. He is trying to get in the ring and the referee is stopping him!!!

JR: Scotty whips A.J. into the ropes.... Double clothesline on A.J.

King: Great team work... Enough said.

JR: The referee is back and is telling Scotty to get out of the ring. But the damage has already been done.

JR: All four men are in the ring.

King: These is were the cream rises to the top JR.

JR: Scotty locks the Scottamission on Shark Kid!!!!

King: Ash nails the Lethal Injection on A.J. Stiles!!!
.
JR: Shark Kid submits after 15 seconds.
Scotty Scott doesn't quite know what to do with the mixed reaction he's getting.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Ash and Scotty Scott!

JR: What are they doing now? They have won the match!!!

King: Hahaha... They are laying A.J. and Shark Kid in the center of the ring!!!

JR: Now they are placing a foot on A.J. and Shark Kid and holding the Tag Team belts over their heads!!!!

King: Showing the world that they are dominate.

JR: This is overkill on Stiles and Shark kid.

(Suddenly "Let It Whip" the SR-71 version begins to play. Everyone is looking around in confusion. Tamer hops over the guardrail and slides in the ring. Everyone is in the ring. Tamer runs and double clotheslines Stiles and Shark Kid.)

(Tyrone slides in the ring from nowhere holding a chair. Tyrone Smacks Scotty Scott on the back with the chair.)

*Smack*

(Scotty goes down. Ash runs at Tamer. Tyrone cuts Ash off practically taking his head off with the chair.)

*BAM*

(Tamer rolls out of the ring and starts looking under the ring. Tyrone is alternating chair shots on Scotty and Ash. Tamer pulls a table out from under the ring. Tyrone throws the chair down and picks Scotty up and throws him into a turnbuckle. Tamer slides the table in the ring. Tyrone grabs the table and sets it up. Tamer picks up Ash as Tamer slides in the ring. Tyrone gives Ash a headbutt and puts him on the table.)

JR: What are they doing?

( Tyrone moves everything around a little and nods giving Tamer the thumbs-up. Tamer grabs the chair and hits Ash in the gut to make sure he stays put. Tamer grabs Scotty and has his back to the table. Tyrone begins to climb the turnbuckle. Tamer sets Scotty up for a powerbomb. Tyrone is on the top rope. Tamer hoist Scotty up and over his head as Tyrone jumps. In one horrific moment. Scotty lands on Ash crashing them through the table from the Take Two.)

*CRUNCH*

(Tamer and Tyrone stand up and walk to the back as paramedics rush down.)

 JR: We'll be right back!