BMWF Final Countdown PPV Part I

Date : 02/28/2005
Time : 7:30 PM
Venue : Richmond Coliseum Richmond Virginia

(The show begins in the back area of the arena near some doors. Standing in formation are a dozen security guards wearing guard uniforms and weapons. Sgt. Slobber, in his fatigues, is about to address his troops.)

SLOBBER: 'TEN HUT, YOU MAGGOTS!

(The guards snap to attention.)

SLOBBER: AT EASE, MEN!

(The guards stand at ease. Sarge paces back and forth in front of the guards as he speaks.)

SLOBBER: Now, you maggots know that for the last few weeks there's been some unauthorized personel innterupting our shows! There's a rumor going around that these guys may ruin the main event of Final Countdown! Well, it isn't going to happen, now is it?!

GUARDS: SIR! NO, SIR!

SLOBBER: I CAN'T HEAR YOUUUUUU!

GUARDS: SIR!! NO, SIR!!

SLOBBER: I STILL CAN'T HEAR YOUUUUUU!

GUARDS: SIR!!!!!! NO, SIR!!!!!!

SLOBBER: That's better. Now I want guards at all the entrances. Nobody gets backstage unless they have a pass! Understood?

GUARDS: SIR!! YES, SIR!!

SLOBBER: And don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes!

GUARDS: SIR!! YES, SIR!!

SLOBBER: All right, maggots! Get to your posts! DIS-MISSED!!

(The guards scatter and Slaughter smiles as we fade...)

(The scene switches to inside the Richmond Coliseum Richmond Virginia. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Happy New Year, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Richmond Coliseum Richmond Virginia! Welcome to BMWF Final Countdown 2005! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight! Tonight, Lowedown must defeat Scotty Scott with his Bruisermania 2005 opponent The Judge's finisher -- The Gavel Smash--while The Judge must defeated the former World Champion Master Z with Lowedown's finisher--The Downtime!

KING: Yeah, but what about what we just saw at the beginning of the show? Are those mystery men going to ruin today's show?

JR: Not if Bruiser and Sgt. Slobber have anything to do with it!

(Lowedown in the beginning...)

(Lowedown and Flame are seen making their into the Richmond Coliseum as the crowd is heard chanting his name. Lowedown stops and reaches for a cup of coffee. Flame takes a bottled water and leans up against the wall. Lowedown pours some sugar in his coffee and takes a sip...)

Flame:So remind me again who asked for this match up?

Lowedown:That would be me.

Flame:Um...why?

Lowedown:I wanted to add a lil' spice to tonight. Just think about it for a moment would ya? Lowedown goes one on one against Scotty Scott and I beat Scotty with the Judge's own finisher. Now, the Judge has to use my Downtime and no one...I mean no one...knows how to apply that bad boy like me. I've studied with some tough hombres in Japan who know that submission inside and out. The Judge probably didn't even practice on how to do it. He'll probably come to me five minutes before his match and ask me how to do it.

Flame:What about this Gavel Smash?

Lowedown:I'm quite the opposite with that one. Before I even asked for this stipulation, I studied it quite a bit. I watched how he comes off the ropes. The best way to deliver the imapct. I've looked at it from every corner. I like to think I studied a bit on this one baby.

Flame:So you're not worried about screwing it up?

Lowedown:Nah! I'm more worried about the Judge screwing my Downtime up.

(From around the corner steps Michael Bole who has been listening to the conversation. As he brings the microphone up, Lowedown turns around and smiles...)

Lowedown:You know something Bole? It would be easier if you just put one of those lil' mics on us so you could just hear us from fifty feet away.

Flame:You are so acting like a perv.

Bole:I'm sorry. I'm just practicing on how to get the latest scoop here. So you're saying the Judge can't possibly put Master Z out with the Downtime?

Lowedown:If you were asking me if the Judge could beat him, I would say...maybe. If you are asking me if he can lock the Downtime on Z, I would have to say...nope. I don't think the Judge has the power to deliver this one here tonight.

Bole:You sound a bit negative.

Lowedown:Don't get me wrong Michael. I like the Judge. We are good friends whether people believe it or not. But he knows that this belt is my business and when it comes to this World title, I am all business.

Bole:So you are feeling confident about the Gavel Smash tonight against Scotty Scott?

Lowedown:Like I said before Michael. I have studied the Gavel Smash and I know it like the back of my hand. If anyone needs to worry, it's Scotty. I got no problems with using it. You should ask the Judge if he's comfortable enough to put the Downtime on Z tonight because I don't think he is.

Flame:Michael, if you'll excuse us. We have some business to take care of and my man needs to be prepared for tonight.

Bole:For the match tonight?

Flame:No silly. For after the match when we get back to the hotel. I'll give him a real wrestling match.

Lowedown:Nuff said? Interview...over.

(Lowedown and Flame make their way towards the locker room as Michael Bole wipes the sweat off his forehead...)

Fade...

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LILLY: This contest is a six man tag team match scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Bill Alfonzie...
At a total combined weight of 1110 pounds...
Weighing in at a combined weight of 890 pounds...
Rikishi Fatoo... Achu... THE WILD SAMOANS
Their partner...
From Bombay, India... weighing in at 220 pounds...
"The Human Highlight Reel" Zabu

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 630 pounds...
From Gainesville, GA... weighing in at 220 pounds...
"The Role Model" AJ Stiles
His partner...
From 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea... weighing in at 180 pounds...
Shark Kid
Their partner...
From Charlotte, NC... weighing in at 230 pounds...
Rod "The Truth" Killings


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Zabu whips AJ Stiles into the ropes, but AJ Stiles reverses it.
Zabu misses with a shoulderblock.
Zabu misses with a kick.
Zabu hits AJ Stiles with a shoulderblock.
Zabu attempts to place AJ Stiles on the turnbuckle, but AJ Stiles blocks it.
Zabu uses a dropkick on AJ Stiles.
Zabu hits an Asai leg lariat on AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles springs to his feet.
AJ Stiles hits Zabu with a kneelift.
AJ Stiles hits Zabu with a spin kick.
AJ Stiles goes for a backbreaker, but Zabu blocks it.
Zabu hits AJ Stiles with a dropkick.
Zabu executes a kick to the head on AJ Stiles.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Zabu.
Zabu whips AJ Stiles into the ropes.
Zabu hits AJ Stiles with a kick.
Zabu nails AJ Stiles with a headlock takedown.
Zabu goes for a flying cross body press, but AJ Stiles counters it with
a powerslam.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
A portion of the crowd is cheering AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles executes a rana on Zabu.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
AJ Stiles tags out to Rod Killings.
Rod Killings and AJ Stiles whip Zabu into the ropes.
They hit Zabu with a double clothesline.
Rikishi Fatoo enters the ring and throws AJ Stiles out of the ring.
Rikishi Fatoo is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rikishi Fatoo hits Rod Killings with a savate kick.
Rikishi Fatoo leaves the ring.
Zabu throws Rod Killings over the top rope.
Zabu jumps onto him with a running somersault plancha.
Bill Alfonzie comes from behind and distracts Rod Killings.
Zabu uses a back suplex on Rod Killings.
Zabu gets back into the ring.
Rod Killings climbs back into the ring.
Zabu tags out to Rikishi Fatoo.
AJ Stiles enters the ring and lays out Zabu.
Rod Killings and AJ Stiles hit Rikishi Fatoo with a double leg lariat.
AJ Stiles leaves the ring.
Rod Killings nails Rikishi Fatoo with a roundhouse kick.
Rod Killings is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rod Killings goes for a flying kick, but Rikishi Fatoo blocks it.
Rikishi Fatoo whips Rod Killings into the ropes.
Rikishi Fatoo hits Rod Killings with a backdrop.
Rod Killings falls out of the ring.
Rikishi Fatoo goes outside.
Rikishi Fatoo almost takes Rod Killings's head off with a clothesline
Rikishi Fatoo smacks Rod Killings with a devastating clothesline .
Rikishi Fatoo raises the roof.
Rikishi Fatoo is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Zabu comes over to make it two-on-one.
Zabu hits Rod Killings with a dropkick.
Rikishi Fatoo goes for a back suplex, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings hits an ax kick on Rikishi Fatoo.
Rod Killings throws Rikishi Fatoo into the guardrail.
Rod Killings goes for a slap, but Rikishi Fatoo blocks it.
Rikishi Fatoo goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Rod Killings
counters it with a facerake.
Rod Killings throws Rikishi Fatoo into the guardrail.
Rod Killings climbs back into the ring.
Rikishi Fatoo climbs back into the ring.
Rod Killings goes for an ax kick, but Rikishi Fatoo blocks it.
Zabu enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Rikishi Fatoo and Zabu whip Rod Killings into the ropes.
They hit Rod Killings with a double elbowsmash.
Zabu leaves the ring.
Rikishi Fatoo hits a back suplex on Rod Killings.
Rikishi Fatoo whips Rod Killings into the ropes, but Rod Killings reverses it.
Rod Killings misses with an elbow.
Rod Killings hits a kick to the midsection on Rikishi Fatoo.
Rod Killings goes for the Hat Rack Crack, but he can't do it.
Rikishi Fatoo counters it with a sunset flip.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Rikishi Fatoo runs into the ropes.
Rod Killings and Rikishi Fatoo get hit with a double clothesline.
Rod Killings tags out to AJ Stiles.
AJ Stiles goes for a kneelift, but Rikishi Fatoo side-steps and AJ Stiles
only hits air.
Rikishi Fatoo hits a bodyslam on AJ Stiles.
Rikishi Fatoo covers AJ Stiles.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Len Stanley removes the chair from the ring.
Zabu enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Rikishi Fatoo and Zabu whip AJ Stiles into the ropes.
They hit AJ Stiles with a double elbowsmash.
Zabu leaves the ring.
Rikishi Fatoo hits a punch on AJ Stiles.
Rikishi Fatoo goes for an inverted piledriver, but AJ Stiles counters it with
a tombstone piledriver.
Quite a few boos are audible.
In turn, Rikishi Fatoo counters it with an elbowsmash.
Rikishi Fatoo hits AJ Stiles with a bodyslam.
Rikishi Fatoo executes the Rump Shaker on AJ Stiles.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Rikishi Fatoo tags out to Achu.
Shark Kid enters the ring and throws Rikishi Fatoo out of the ring.
Shark Kid gives him a dropkick, but Achu doesn't budge.
Achu and Rikishi Fatoo hit AJ Stiles with a double bodyslam.
Shark Kid leaves the ring.
Achu takes AJ Stiles down with a piledriver.
The crowd is starting to get behind Achu.
Achu is going for the cover.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Achu throws AJ Stiles out of the ring.
AJ Stiles hangs on to the top rope.
AJ Stiles pulls him back in.
AJ Stiles executes a superkick on Achu.
AJ Stiles is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
AJ Stiles smacks Achu with a devastating rolling clothesline .
AJ Stiles tags out to Rod Killings.
AJ Stiles hits the Ace Crusher on Achu.
AJ Stiles gives him an inverted DDT, but Achu only stares at him.
AJ Stiles rolls out of the ring.
Achu takes Rod Killings down with a savate kick.
Achu is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Achu runs into the ropes.
Rod Killings takes Achu down with spinning heel kick.
Rod Killings goes for a kick to the thigh, but Achu blocks it.
Achu hits a savate kick on Rod Killings.
Achu throws Rod Killings out of the ring.
Achu goes outside.
Achu reenters the ring.
Rod Killings follows him back in.
Achu punches Rod Killings.
A small "Achu" chant is being started.
Achu chops Rod Killings.
The crowd is starting to get behind Achu.
Achu hits Rod Killings.
Achu tags out to Rikishi Fatoo.
AJ Stiles enters the ring and throws Achu out of the ring.
AJ Stiles is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Rod Killings and AJ Stiles whip Rikishi Fatoo into the ropes.
They attempt to hit Rikishi Fatoo with a double clothesline, but he counters
it with a duck-down move.
Rikishi Fatoo hits them with a double clothesline.
AJ Stiles leaves the ring.
Rikishi Fatoo whips Rod Killings into the ropes.
Rikishi Fatoo misses with an elbow.
Rod Killings misses with a clothesline.
Rod Killings misses with an elbow.
Rod Killings hits Rikishi Fatoo with a leg lariat.
Rod Killings executes a flying kick on Rikishi Fatoo.
Rod Killings punches Rikishi Fatoo.
Rikishi Fatoo chops Rod Killings.
Rikishi Fatoo is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rikishi Fatoo chops Rod Killings.
Rikishi Fatoo is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Rod Killings chops Rikishi Fatoo.
A small "Rod Killings" chant is being started.
Rod Killings whips Rikishi Fatoo into the ropes, but Rikishi Fatoo reverses it.
Rikishi Fatoo uses a belly-to-belly suplex on Rod Killings.
Rikishi Fatoo tags out to Achu.
AJ Stiles enters the ring and throws Rikishi Fatoo out of the ring.
Rod Killings and AJ Stiles hit Achu with a double leg lariat.
AJ Stiles leaves the ring.
Rod Killings runs into the ropes.
Achu locks Rod Killings in a chokehold.
Len Stanley warns Achu to let go.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three, four.
Achu hits Rod Killings with a bodyslam.
Achu tags out to Rikishi Fatoo.
Rikishi Fatoo nails Rod Killings with a headbutt.
Rikishi Fatoo hits a hiptoss on Rod Killings.
Rikishi Fatoo whips Rod Killings into the turnbuckle.
Rikishi Fatoo runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Rikishi Fatoo punches Rod Killings.
The crowd is cheering on Rikishi Fatoo.
Rikishi Fatoo tags out to Achu.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rod Killings.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.
Achu goes for a gutwrench suplex, but Rod Killings blocks it.
Rod Killings goes for a flying kick, but Achu side-steps and Rod Killings
only hits air.

Rod Killings hits Len Stanley instead.
Achu takes Rod Killings down with a headbutt.
Achu hits Rod Killings with a headbutt.

Ravven comes to ringside.

Achu runs into the ropes.

Ravven hits him in the back with a chair.

Rod Killings executes the Hat Rack Crack on Achu.

Rod Killings goes for the cover.

Len Stanley is sporting a dazed look but is back on the job.

Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are AJ Stiles, Shark Kid and Rod Killings!

KING: But why did Ravven help Stiles' team?

JR: I don't know , but I do know that tonight, the Tag Team Titles are on the line!
 
(The camera cuts to the parking lot of the Richmond Coliseum. A black 2005 Pontiac GTO rumbles to a stop. The camera pans down to the license plate, which is a California tag reading Dread. The fans erupt as Dreadnaught stands on the ground and pulls his baseball bat out of the car. The camera pans up and Dreadnaught is seen wearing his fedora and the large, diamond studded DM pendant on the chain on his neck.)
 
King: Deadly Medley seems to have the number of the Syndicate!
 
JR: They have gotten several wins over the team, but have yet to win the Tag straps!
 
(Dreadnaught looks at the camera and points the bat directly into the lens)
 
King: If Dreadnaught has his way, there will be new champs tonight!
 
JR: We will certainly see as the Tag Team Titles are decided in a Tornado Tag match!

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(Michael Bole approaches Aquatic as she sits backstage strumming a guitar. Dusty is perched on her shoulder.)

Bole: Sheila!

Aquatic: Did you know 1985 was my birth year? I'd like to think Bowling For Soup wrote the song for me. Except I don't drive an SUV or have kids.

Bole: Um...you have a Women's Title match tonight. What do you think about that?

Aquatic: What do you think I think, Michael?

Bole: I don't know...I'm asking a question.

Aquatic: Do you really not know? (Aquatic sets down the guitar, and Dusty hops on it.) I find that hard to believe. Michael, I want this title back. I want it with every fiber of my being. I want to cradle it my arms, as though it was my own child. I want to live the championship life again, Bole. How could you not understand that about me?

Bole: I don't know...it just seems like...

Aquatic: SPIT IT OUT!

Bole: Like you've gone soft!

Dusty: MEOW!

Aquatic: I'VE GONE SOFT? EVERYONE SAYS I'VE GONE SOFT! WHY? WHY? I'm not soft, Michael Bole. AND I NEVER WILL BE! Alexis's day has come. I now have something to prove.

(Aquatic storms off, with Dusty trailing behind.)

FADE

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by The Embalmer and Francine...
From Short Hills, New Jersey...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Ravven

("Come Out and Play" by Offspring blares over the P.A. As the lights go all around the building out from the curtains and onto the stage steps Ravven. He is greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd, mostly boos. Francine steps out gets a major league crowd pop. Ravven does the crucifix with his arms but gets booed by the crowd. Embalmer comes to the stage as well. They walk to the ring. Once there, Ravven rolls under the ropes, stands up and gives the crucifix sign. Francine enters between the second and top ropes revealing her skimpy panties as she does so. Ravven sits down in the corner. The music stops and the lights come up.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Miss Linda...
From Las Vegas, NV...
Weighing in at 228 pounds...

Riki O

(Las Vegas showgirl music plays as Riki O struts seductively to the ring. Once in the ring, he bends over and Miss Linda spanks him with the whip.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Riki O goes for a thrust kick to the head, but Ravven ducks out of the way.
Riki O begs off.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Ravven uses a swinging neckbreaker on Riki O.
Ravven is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Riki O begs off.
Ravven uses a belly-to-back suplex on Riki O.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Ravven uses a swinging neckbreaker on Riki O.
Ravven acknowledges the portion of the crowd which is cheering him.
Riki O hits Ravven with a back heel kick.
Riki O takes Ravven down with a back suplex.
Riki O whips Ravven into the ropes.
Riki O hits Ravven with a backdrop.
Riki O sends Ravven into the turnbuckle, but Ravven reverses it.
Ravven uses a dropkick on Riki O.
Ravven is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Riki O executes a chop on Ravven.
Riki O hits Ravven.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.
Ravven kicks Riki O.
Ravven kicks Riki O.
Ravven is starting to get more cheers than boos.
Riki O chops Ravven.
A small "Riki O" chant is being started.
Ravven punches Riki O.
Ravven catches Riki O in a chokehold.
Rick Patrick warns Ravven to let go.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three, four, five.
Rick Patrick warns Ravven.
Ravven hoists Riki O high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Riki O
crashing hard to the mat.
Ravven executes a dropkick on Riki O.
Ravven nails Riki O with a dropkick.
Ravven throws Riki O into the turnbuckle, but Riki O reverses it.
Ravven comes back and rocks Riki O with a kick to the midsection.
Ravven runs into the ropes.
Miss Linda trips Ravven.
Rick Patrick threatens Riki O with disqualification.
Rick Patrick warns Miss Linda.
Ravven whips Riki O into the ropes.
Riki O nails Ravven with a swinging neckbreaker.
Rick Patrick is back on the job.
Riki O hits Ravven with a savate kick.
The crowd is starting to get behind Riki O.
Riki O covers Ravven.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.
Riki O complains about a slow count.
Riki O goes for a moonsault, but Ravven gets his knees up.
Ravven executes the Evenflow DDT on Riki O.
Ravven is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
Ravven seemingly enjoys the boos.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Ravven!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Sgt. Slobber, seen near a back entrance, approaches two guards watching the area intensely.)

SLOBBER: Any sign of trouble, men?

GUARD ONE: No, sir!

SLOBBER: Good! Keep your eyes peeled!

GUARDS: Yes, sir!

(Slobber moves on as the guards continue their watch.)

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(Aquatic walks up to Dizi in her locker room, with Dusty perched on her shoulder.)

Aquatic: Heya Danielle. Can I have a word with you?

(Dizi, lying on the couch contemplating the ceiling, looks thoughtfully at Aquatic.)

Dizi: Well, you've had nine so far. You can have one more.

Aquatic: (rolling her eyes) Listen, Danielle. I really wanted this Women's Title match with Alexis. I haven't had a title reign in so long. And I'm sorry if I almost aced you out of a tag title match, or your own singles title match. Can you forgive me?

Dizi: Well, that was forty-four words. Which one did you want me to pay attention to?

Aquatic: Probably sorry.

Dizi: Sorry? About what?

Aquatic: Because I'm selfish, and now I'm taking a title match that probably should have been yours. We're a team, and I didn't consult you. So I'm sorry.

(Dusty meows and hops into Dizi's lap.)

Dizi: You have a title match? (pets Dusty absently) When?

Aquatic: In about 1 minute, actually. Er...surprise?

Dizi: Really? (hops off the couch) That's great! You are so going to win! Um... who are you fighting?

Aquatic: (staring at Dizi with her mouth open.) Um...the Italian Rat Terrier. Aren't you...upset...with me? Like....competitive spirit...thingies...and stuff?

Dizi: Upset with you? Don't be silly! I'll save my competitive spirit for whoever I'm fighting tonight... um... whoever that is. And you are so going to beat the Italian Rat Terrier. She doesn't come close to having what it takes... Then when you win, we can have a party!!

Aquatic: Jammin!...er....Awesome! Thank you! Um...so you wouldn't know who you're teaming with tonight?

Dizi: I'm teaming with someone? That so totally sucks. I don't want to team with anyone but you. Not that I mind you having a singles match, of course, but if you're not my partner, then I don't want any of those trashy bimbos to be my partner.

Aquatic: Well...you might call him a trashy bimbo...but of the opposite persuasion. You're teaming with Tamer.

(Dizi stares at Aquatic and slowly starts shaking her head.)

Dizi: Oh, no... I'm not. I don't want anything to do with him. He lied to me. I'm not... no... Nope. Sorry. He's on his own.

Aquatic: (sitting down next to Dizi) Danielle, you have to be professional about this. He's a great wrestler. And if he tries to start doing anything with you, just scream "RAPE!" and I'll be down there. Okay?

Dizi: (sighs) But I don't want to. Who set up this stupid match anyway?

Aquatic: Well...Bruiser did...on his request....and you know, maybe some other people were involved...like....tag team partners and stuff...

Dizi: Huh? Why would Bruiser request himself to set it?

Aquatic: I meant Tamer...I have poor antecedent usage...anyway, I'm sorry Tamer lied to you. But look at it from his perspective. Would you be totally honest about past relationships?

Dizi: Yes. I would. But that's not the point. The point is, he lied to me. When he told me about Rachel he said that he liked her, but she was with Tyrone. He didn't even come close to telling me all of it.

Aquatic: Yes! He was messing with an attached woman, okay? And he initiated it! He's a slut and a hor! Why am I even defending him...listen, go out there and do your thing. Don't even bother to help him out if he needs it. Just show up and do your job.

Dizi: Okay. I can do that. But if he tries anything I'm going to... hit him with the ring bell or something.

Aquatic: Good girl. (Aquatic hands Dizi a small bottle of pills.) These are mist, if you need them. Blue stuns, green stains, red burns, black blinds. Black can get you sued though. And the white ones are my Prozac.

Dizi: I don't like pills. Donnie used to try to get me to take these pills, but they made me feel all out of it...

Aquatic: Why does that not surprise me...well, these are pills for chewing and spitting in people's faces. But if you don't want them, you don't have to take them.

(Dizi takes the pills.)

Dizi: Well, as long as I don't have to swallow them, they can't be too bad. What's Prozac for?

Aquatic: Er...not for spitting. It just kinda makes it so...like, if I'm making someone bleed, I can stop...and if I'm holding a knife and I'm sad...I don't get bad thoughts...maybe I should keep those.

(Aquatic pours the pills into her hand, pockets the white ones, and pours them back in.)

(Dizi looks thoughtfully at Aquatic.)

Dizi: You should definitely keep them. (leans over and kisses Aquatic on the cheek) I don't want you to be sad, ever.

Aquatic: (kissing Dizi back) Thanks. I'm going to get going now, promise me you'll be okay?

Dizi: (smiles brightly at Aquatic) I'll be fine. You go win a title! And I'll start planning the victory party!

Aquatic: My, so much pressure...(Aquatic smiles) Thanks so much. I'll see you later. Hold on to Dusty for me.

Dusty: Meow...

(Dizi takes Dusty and kisses her absently on the head as she waves good by to Aquatic.)

Dizi: Good luck!

FADE

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(The sound of a bottle crashing against the wall inside the Syndicate's locker room. Judge, Witherspoon, Ash, and Donnie are standing together outside the room.)

Ash: So, maybe it’s just me. But I’m sick and tired of this bull*bleep*. I mean first he doesn’t up for two weeks, nobody can reach him, And now he’s in there taking control of the locker room and making like nothing ever happened. I mean this week we’re talking about giving him the boot, and now we are supposed to be in there pretending everything is fine?

Donnie: Look, at least he showed up. For now, we have to get through tonight's matches. (shakes his head) I don't think I've ever seen Scotty acting as irrational as he has the last week or so.


Judge: I have seen Scotty act this way before, two Octobers ago. Scotty must still be feeling the effects of the passing of his father.

Ash: Well whatever, I’ve had enough. I’m not about to start living in “Scotty’s stable”, hell he hasn’t even been active enough lately to deserve being a member. I’m going to go in there and straighten this out. I’m not in the mood to deal with this though, so it’s likely going to end badly. Hell I’m forced to defend the belts tonight with him, and I haven’t talked strategy with him about anything. I’ve had less than a dozen words with him since we beat Shane and Harry. A MONTH AGO.

(Ash turns to head into the locker room furious when Donnie grabs his arm.)

Donnie: Ash, wait. You've got to tag with Scotty tonight against Dread and Black. You need to be on the same page. I'll talk to him right now.

Judge: Guys, I think I should go in. I've known Scotty for a long time, ever since I came into the BMWF almost three years ago. I've worked with him, and I've also fought against him in some of the toughest matches of all time. I know the way he thinks, I should go in.

(The Judge walks in and finds Scotty sitting on a stool. His head hung down looking at a picture. Scotty senses someone is in the room and spins around.)

Scotty: What do ya want?

Judge: Scotty, I know what is wrong.

(Scotty reaches for a bottle of Jack Daniels and turns it up. He starts drinking down the liquor like it was water. He offers the bottle to Judge who turns it down.)

Judge: Let me see the picture.

(Scotty hands the picture to Judge. Judge looks down at the picture of a young Marine from the Vietnam era and recognizes him.)

Judge: I know that you miss your dad Scotty and I know you are very proud of him, but we would not have wanted to see you like this. You need to pull yourself together, you are one of the most dangerous and lethal men in the BMWF! The fans didn't come here to see you sulk, they came to see you rip Lowedown to shreads tonight! You need to take the aggression you're feeling right now and take it out on Lowedown...that's what your father would like to see!

Scotty: No one knows how I feel.... No one...

Judge: Sometimes in life, the world can fall down around us, but we can't let that stop us from moving on with our lives. When you fall off the horse, you get back on and keep riding. I know you think that nothing is going right for you right now, but you need to keep on going.

Scotty: Sounds familar.

Judge: Yeah, you told me your father used to say that. I've kept that in mind ever since I heard it two years ago.

(Scotty goes to turn the bottle up and stops.)

Scotty: I guess I don't need this right now.

Judge: You are in two matches tonight Scotty, and they are very important to The Syndicate. You need to stand up and support Ash, because he's really doubting your abilities to successfully defend the Tag titles tonight. And secondly, I choose you to face Lowedown in the main-event tonight because I know that you can help me get that advantage going in to Bruisermania next month. I want you to take out all your aggression on Lowe tonight!

Scotty: Judge... Even when I was kickin' yer a$$ all ova the US... I always said ya were a good egg... I even said once that ya could've been a real wise guy... Like I was....

(Judge takes the bottle from Scotty and hands the picture back to him. Judge leaves the room and heads over to Donnie and Ash.)

Judge: Here, get rid of this for me.

Donnie: Is Scotty all right?

Judge: I think he will be okay, he's just having a rough time right now.

Ash: It wouldn’t be Scotty is he wasn’t crying about something in his life. I will have his back till the day I leave this stable, but I’m getting sick and tired of this emotional roller coaster bull *bleep*. Look either he’s man enough to be a part of this stable, or he isn’t. I’m going to make myself scarce for a while. Tell him I’ll meet him at the ring for our tag match. This is the last straw. It gets better from here on out or you’re going to have one less syndicate member. Either him or me, pass that message along and fix this Donnie.

(Ash storms off kicking a box across the hall as he leaves. Judge looks over at Donnie.

Judge: I'm going to need a few more minutes with Scotty to get him up to speed for tonight, mind getting us some coffee?

(Judge walks back into the Syndicate locker room as Donnie heads off to find Scotty some coffee.)

>>>
 
(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Tamer is alone in the room, as he puts on his wrestling gear.  Tamer is lacing up his boots as he camera moves in on him.)
 
Tamer: I know some of you are wondering about last week. About Master Z and me.  There’s not much to tell though. He attacked me before, during, and after our match. Master Z seems to have it out for me…and I’m ready for him. He got his blows in. I’ll get mine in.
 
(Tamer stands and pick up his vest. Tamer slips it on and begins buttoning it up.)
 
Tamer: tonight I’m not facing Z. Tonight I’m not chasing after title.  Tonight I am wrestling in an inter-gender tag match. I know this may not seem like an important match at all. It seems completely out of the blue and random. And I know many of you will be shocked to hear me say that this may be one of the most important matches I’ll ever have.
 
(Tamer picks up his gloves. Tamer puts them on then begins fastening them.)
 
Tamer: This could be my last chance with Danielle. I feel like I’m on the verge of losing her forever. So I have to take this chance… The match is my loophole. It supercedes the no contact with Danielle thing. Which isn’t working very well for Donnie anyway. It gives me a small window of opportunity.  After the match is over I will have a small chance to tell Danielle everything… I  have to lay it on the line. I’ve fought for her so much I refuse to give up now. So I’m going to put the decision where it belongs… I’m going to tell Danielle everything she needs to know and then let her decide what she wants.
 
(Tamer removes his sunglasses from his pocket and slides them on.)
 
Tamer: Here we go…
 
FADE

>>>

(The scene opens backstage where we see BMWF Women’s Champion Alexis Terrion.)
 
Alexis: Tonight I will defend my title against Aquatic… What fun. Like I will totally love performing for the fans against such a wonderful competitor. Jam on!
 
(Alexis looks disgusted.)
 
Alexis: I find it said that the fans find those two bimbets entertaining. I mean at least before Aquatic made her illustrious return Dizi had some competitive spirit. Sure she had trouble when shiny objects were around. But she still had the fight in her. Now she is either talking about the latest highlights with Aquatic or crying over that stupid boyfriend of hers.  Tonight I do not face the one woman who has been able to defeat me. Mainly because she never tried to get her shot.
 
(Alexis grins.)
 
Alexis: Aquatic that is all you have going for you right now. You stepped up to me. Of course I will absolutely obliterate you, but still snaps for the attempt(winks). Tonight is almost like a warm-up, a warm-up for the biggest show that the wrestling business has, a warm-up for Bruisermania. Where I will walk in with the Women’s title and leave with it, continuing the greatest Women’s Title run ever.
 
(Alexis laughs.)
 
Alexis: Tonight I face a former Women’s Champion and again prove how I am raising the bar. Aquatic I will give you an early consolation speech. You tried hard. You fought as best you could.  But in the end you could not defeat Divination.
 
FADE

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Siena, Italy...
Weighing in at 118 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Alexis Terrion

(“Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin plays over the PA system. There are no fancy lights or pyrotechnics. A beat up Alexis Terrion steps out from behind the curtain. Alexis is dressed in a vivid candy apple red catsuit with black wrestling boots and she has The BMWF Women’s Championship around her waist)
 
JR: Alexis terrion just saying her name puts  a bad taste in my mouth.
 
King: I’d like her to put a taste in my mouth. WAHOO!

 (Alexis just walks straight for the ring. She completely ignores the fans.)
 
JR: I hope to see Aquatic regain the Women’s title.
 
King:  Oh come on. You know we’ve never had a better champion then Alexis!

(When Alexis reaches the ring she climbs the steps and stands in her corner waiting for the bell to sound.)

LILLY: Her opponent...
Hailing from Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

Aquatic

(A text image appears on the BruiserTron.)

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold,
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."
-W.B. Yeats, "The Second Coming"

PA: I walk alone, I walk alone...

(The guitar riff hits, and "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day plays over the PA system as Aquatic comes out, dark mascara and all, in an old black jacket with the back duct taped over. Upon a quick glance from the camera, we can see that it is her old Prime Time jacket.)

PA: My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone....

(Aquatic steps into the ring and is offered a microphone, but she turns it down.)

King: Aquatic's turning down speaking? That's a first!

JR: She's trying to put herself in the zone for this match! I think she might be ready to reclaim her title!

King: Bah! She's an old has-been!

JR: At 20 years old?

King: Oh. I thought she was 21 or something.

JR: HEAVENS NO! We might as well pay for her dentures!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Aquatic and Alexis lock up!

Aquatic falls back and monkey flips Alexis.
Alexis gets up and is drop toeholded back down.
Aquatic rolls over into an STF.

King: Aquatic locked in an STF! I forgot she knew how to do that!

(Alexis stretches upward, with the audience hooting at the exposed clevage. Aquatic releases the hold in diisgust, instead switching over to a full nelson.)

JR: Aquatic has to be careful that the audience reaction doesn't keep her from making the smarter moves!

Aquatic flips Alexis up into a full-nelson bomb.
Aquatic goes for the cover, hooking the leg.
Alexis kicks out at two.
Aquatic goes for an eye poke, but Alexis Terrion blocks it.
Alexis Terrion hits Aquatic with a dragon screw leg whip.
Alexis Terrion is eliciting a sizable round of boos.
Alexis Terrion goes for an Asai moonsault bodyblock, but Aquatic
counters it with a dropkick.
Aquatic smacks Alexis Terrion with a devastating flying lariat .
Aquatic is going for the pin.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Aquatic goes for a German suplex, but Alexis Terrion counters it with
a backward kick.
Alexis Terrion executes an enzuigiri on Aquatic.
Alexis Terrion runs into the ropes.
Alexis Terrion misses with a clothesline.
Aquatic misses with a shoulderblock.
Aquatic goes for an eye poke, but Alexis Terrion blocks it.
Alexis Terrion punches Aquatic.
A fan at ringside badmouths Alexis Terrion.
Alexis Terrion hits Aquatic.
A fan at ringside badmouths Alexis Terrion.
Alexis Terrion goes for a springboard spinning leg lariat, but Aquatic
ducks out of the way.
Aquatic hits Alexis Terrion with a snap mare.
Aquatic goes for an eye poke, but Alexis Terrion blocks it.
Alexis Terrion executes a flying kick on Aquatic.
Alexis Terrion punches Aquatic.
Alexis Terrion is eliciting a sizable round of boos.

JR: Alexis whips Aquatic into the ropes-Aquatic off with an Asai!

Aquatic rolls Alexis into a cover.
Alexis rolls over to cover Aquatic.
Aquatic pushes off her arms, pushing Alexis and herself up, and gives Alexis a standing hurricarana.

King: What is all this technical wrestling in a women's match?

(Aquatic dropkicks Alexis out of the ring, and baseball slides into her on the outside.)

JR: Aquatic better have taken her Prozac, otherwise she'll grab a weapon and get herself disqualfiied!

Aquatic smashes Alexis's head into the steel steps.
Aquatic rolls Alexis into the ring, and Aquatic rolls back in herself.
Alexis climbs between the ropes, and the referee keeps Aquatic from going after her.

King: Smart champion Alexis is, to use the ropes.

(Aquatic steps back and waits for the referee to do so, then grabs Alexis's legs and guillotines her on the middle rope.)

JR: Ooh! That had to smart!

Aquatic chops Alexis Terrion.
The crowd is going crazy.
Aquatic punches Alexis Terrion.
Aquatic has the crowd going wild.
Aquatic nails Alexis Terrion with an Asai moonsault.
Joe Finch counts: One, kickout.
Aquatic locks Alexis Terrion in a half Boston crab.
Alexis Terrion is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Alexis Terrion grabs the ropes after being locked up for 13 seconds.
Aquatic goes for a German suplex, but Alexis Terrion counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Alexis Terrion nails Aquatic with a dragon screw leg whip.
Alexis Terrion runs into the ropes.
Alexis Terrion hits Aquatic with a shoulderblock.
Alexis Terrion motions at her body and stands still for the crowd to admire her.
A fan at ringside badmouths Alexis Terrion.
Alexis Terrion whips Aquatic into the ropes.
Alexis Terrion executes cresent kick on Aquatic.
A fan at ringside badmouths Alexis Terrion.
Alexis Terrion goes for a back heel kick, but Aquatic blocks it.
Aquatic nails Alexis Terrion with a bulldog.
Aquatic has the crowd going wild.
Aquatic hits Alexis Terrion with a bulldog.
Aquatic throws Alexis Terrion out of the ring.
Aquatic goes outside.
Aquatic almost takes Alexis Terrion's head off with a flying lariat
Joe Finch counts: 1.
Aquatic hits Alexis Terrion with a snap mare.
Aquatic stops and looks into the skylights, laughing and twitching.
The crowd is going crazy.
Aquatic reenters the ring.
Alexis Terrion climbs back into the ring.
Aquatic hits a German suplex on Alexis Terrion.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic runs into the ropes.
Alexis Terrion hits Aquatic with a shoulderblock.
Alexis Terrion runs into the ropes.
Alexis Terrion hits Aquatic with a shoulderblock.
Alexis Terrion covers Aquatic.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Alexis Terrion uses a springboard spinning leg lariat on Aquatic.

JR: Alexis caught Aquatic with a neckbreaker! She's going to the top rope!

Alexis scales to the top rope.
Aquatic suddenly pops up and grabs Alexis from the back.
Aquatic pulls Alexis's neck and arm over her shoulder and jumps.

King: Aquatic was playing possum!

JR: ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER! ICE BREAKER!

Aquatic executes the ice Breaker...

Alexis Terrion falls out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner by countout is Aquatic!

(Unnoticed by Alexis Terrion and Aquatic a jellyfish slowly floats across the screen.  Suddenly the entrance to Linkin Park’s “Numb” blares from the speakers causing both of the women to turn around.  The spot lights flash on the stage, turning to a light blue color.  Samantha gretch walks out from back stage, her skin and hair tinted blue from the lights.  She is wearing the red halter top with a jelly fish on it, and a pair of black leather pants.  A belt is resting on one hip, the other side sliding down slightly.)
 
King:  WHOO! PUPPIES!
 
(Samantha runs down the ramp and slides into the ring as the crowd boos loudly.  She flips to her feet, her hands flashing to the belt.  She snaps her wrists and the batons in her hands extend to their full length.  She rushes across the ring and slams the batons into Alexis and Aquatic and the same time, knocking them to the mat.  She brings both of the batons into Aquatic’s stomach a few times, then drums on Alexis’ torso.  She snatches the Women’s championship belt from the ref and hops onto the top rope, raising the belt in the air and shaking her hips.)
 
JR:  Samantha Gretch is back, and she just decimated Alexis Terrion and Aquatic!
 
King:  I’m so happy!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up on Dale in a somber state. He is looking down towards the ground in sadness of his sisters death. He looks up, just noticing the camera, and wipes his eyes.)

Dale: WHAT!? Never seen a grown man cry? What? Stop it! Stop talking to me!!!!

Cameraman: Uhhh, noone said anything.

Dale: Shh, they are talking, don't interupt. Yeah, really? I can? Cool. The voices said I could hang you from your tongue and use it as a banjo.

Cameraman: What?!

Dale: Or worse. I can get one of those games where you hit the pad and try to make the bell ring. Except, I will place your testicles on the pad and use a sledgehammer. Let's see how high your neck can stretch!

Cameraman: Umm, should I leave?

Dale: Well should you momma's boy? Or are you gonna TRY and be like a man and stay? Either way your screwed, your planned on running into a horrible fate soon... Just like my sister. God rest her soul or I should take you down!

Cameraman: Are you testing god?

Dale: No, he is testing me, and when it comes to testing people I am not one to test. I just treat the test as if it were a tank of gasoline and set it on fire... god those were the good ol' days. But now those days are over and everyone and everything is leaving me. My sister died, I have no wrestling ability it seems. I guess my only hope is to moving back to jobber matches, because that's what I am, a jobber. I do not deserve ranking with the others, I just deserve to be in ring. The Bronx man has givin up all hope. I hope I get power back soon. I cannot afford to keep losing. I am ready tonight. For Final Countdown. Time to take on Tamer and Dizi. Along side with Moody. Tagging up will be great. My first experience at mixed-tag action and it's with Judge Moody. Oh wait... am I not feuding with Judges stable-mate Scotty? I smell a conspiracy here.

(Dale pauses noticing how much he spoke without pausing. He takes a breath then continues.)

Dale: Tamer, I know you are more experienced than me, so all the more power to ya. Moody, miss Judge... I shall see you in the ring pardner... Until then, I will say my goodbyes and converse with these pesky noises. Good bye BMWF fans, and see you later.

(Dale smioes sadistically and the scene fades.)

>>>

KING: is Dale feuding with Scotty?

JR: It seems a little one sided right now, I'd say!

>>>

(The scene opens in an empty Syndicate locker room except for Donnie. Donnie is pacing around them room stopping to look at his watch.)
 
Donnie: How long can a conversation with her and Aquatic last.
 
(There is a loud knock at the door. Donnie answers the door then flies across the room landing on the couch. Tamer walks in through the doorway closing the door behind him.)
 
Tamer: Hi Donnie…
 
(Donnie looks up from the couch.)
 
Donnie: Tamer. Let me guess, you're not here soliciting donations for the Red Cross?
 
Tamer:  You couldn’t stand it could you?
 
Donnie: There's a lot of things I can't stand.  I'm sure you'll be honored to know that you're at the top of that list.
 
Tamer: Donnie why’d you do it? The tape I mean. The second Danielle didn’t show up I got the tape from last weeks show. I saw just what you did… I really wonder why?
 
Donnie: Why? You lied to my sister.  You don't think she had a right to know it? You think I should sit back and let you lie your way back into her life?
 
Tamer: Donnie… You’re right I didn’t tell her everything. Not that you’re completely honest with her either. Are you?
 
Donnie: I don't know what you're talking about. You were the one that led Dizi to believe that there was nothing between you and that Rachel piece of trash.   Well, that tape I got proved that lie, didn't it?  (shakes his head at Tamer) You know, you think you know Dizi, but you don't.  Because Dizi has never tolerated being lied to.
 
(Tamer walks right over to Donnie and pulls him to his feet.)
 
Tamer: What about those pills you shoved down her throat. You’ve spent your life telling her lies. Some were to try and control her, other to protect her, keep her safe.
 
(Tamer pulls Donnie close to his face.)
 
Tamer: By the way don’t you ever put down any of my friends. Do you Understand That?
 
(Donnie shoves Tamer back with surprising force.)
 
Donnie: The doctor prescribed the Ritalin.  She took them, didn't like it, so she stopped.  And, yeah, I protect her, take care of her, and do whatever I have to do to keep her safe. But, I haven't spent my life lying to her or trying to control her. I've never lied to her. 
 
Tamer: Say what you will… Just wait till a tape of you pops up. That’s not the reason I’m here though. I came to tell you that I requested this tag match tonight and to let you know that I’m going to tell her everything…. The whole truth… I’m putting it all in her hands. And I’d appreciate it if you stayed out of it.
 
Donnie: First of all, Dizi doesn't want anything to do with you. Second of all, she's my sister, my twin.  She's a part of me in a way you'll never understand. If I think there's need for me to get into it, I will.
 
Tamer: Fair enough… but don’t say I didn’t warn ya…
 
(Tamer turns and walks out of the room.)
 
FADE

>>>

KING: Why does everybody keep mentioning Rachel Pitt so much? She's been out of the BMWF for years!

JR: I don't know, King!

KING: Why don't they mention Brodie Manson? She no-showed as women's champ and never returned!

JR: I don't know, King!

>>>

(Vlad and his manager are seen in the locker room. Vlad is warming up his muscles with weights while PJ Sykes is watching from a distance. Sykes is sitting on a wheelchair; his left arm and right leg are in casts and his face is covered with bandages. Sykes moves the chair back and forth in a circle, using a small joystick, in a pondering fashion.)
 
PJ Sykes: Yes . . . tonight? What are you trying to tell me? WHAT?!? Shut up . . . no, SHUT-UP! Oh that is just *BLEEPING* marvelous!
 
(It appears that Sykes is talking on a phone, using a hands-free kit.)
 
PJ Sykes: FINE! FINE! I’ll tell him.
 
(Sykes does a full circle with his wheelchair, for no apparent reason, and rolls towards Vlad who is now stretching his arms.)
 
PJ Sykes: There is a problem Vladdy. You are not wrestling Alexei Romanov in a fatal four way tonight.
 
Vlad: OH? Vlad gets Hardcore match instead?
 
PJ Sykes: Pfff, yeah, I WISH! NO, you are not wrestling him AT ALL! This must be sabotage of some sort, I can smell it!
 
Vlad: Oh, sorry PJ, that must be Vlad.
 
PJ Sykes: WHAT?!? You called off the match?
 
Vlad: No, the smell.
 
PJ Sykes: Listen Vlad, if you can’t face Alexei tonight, then you can’t have your revenge! Just LOOK at me, I can’t even *BLEEP* without  *BLEEPING* help, *BLEEP* *BLEEP* *BLEEP* *BLEEP*
 
Vlad: You ok PJ?
 
PJ Sykes: You must make Alexei Romanov pay for what he did to me! You understand?
 
Vlad: . . . yes PJ. He hurt arm and leg too? When?
 
PJ Sykes: DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
 
Vlad: YES PJ!!! I hurt Romanovitch. Who Vlad wrestling tonight then?
 
PJ Sykes: Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s that crazy shrink Ron Johnson. You’ll have no problem getting the 1-2-3, eh Vladdy? Is the team pumped up for tonight? Powerplay time? Eh? C’mon, high five!
 
(Vlad raises his hand slowly and Sykes quickly slaps it with his right hand.)
 
Vlad: He smart PJ . . . very quick. Vlad did not beat Ron last time.
 
PJ Sykes: Well, just make sure that doesn’t happen again.
 
Vlad: He offer Vlad help! He say he help Vlad.
 
PJ Sykes: Oh no, no no no, don’t you even think about it Vladdy. All THEY are trying to do is take you away from me. They are trying to separate you from your only friend. Don’t let them separate us Vladdy, you must hurt them and make them go away, like you always do.
 
Vlad: NO! Vlad hurt them back!
 
PJ Sykes: That’s my boy, you go show them!
 
(Vlad jumps up with excitement and starts cracking his knuckles.)
 
Vlad: I show them!
 
PJ Sykes: YES! GO!
 
Vlad: I GO!
 
(Vlad runs out of the locker room and slams the door with all of his strength as he leaves; *SLAM* *CRACK* the door cracks and a couple of bolts fly off. Sykes makes a full turn with his wheelchair, again for no apparent reason.)
 
PJ Sykes: Idiot.

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Jennifer Nardelli...
Hailing from Trenton, NJ...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Ronald "The Thinker" Johnson

LILLY: His opponent...

Led to the ring by PJ Sykes...
From Novosybirsk, Syberia...
Weighing in at 280 pounds...

Vlad

(Steve Vai’s ‘Bad Horsie’ hits and the ear piercing guitar squeal introduces Vlad, who steps from behind the curtain. He pauses at the top of the ramp, rolls his shoulders a few times and stretches his neck muscles. Vlad is greeted with the usual boos and ‘freak’ chants; he starts walking down the ramp, looking left and right at the fans, and gets into the ring. Vlad is followed by his manager PJ Sykes, who rolls in behind him on his new wheel chair; Sykes begins observing from the ring side.)
 
King: Interesting pain these two, the freak and the go-cart.
 
JR: Vlad and Ron Johnson are getting their rookie rematch today, will there be a winner this time?
 
(Vlad stands in from of Ron Johnson, rolls his shoulders a few times and extends his arm, asking for a handshake.)
 
JR: What? Are these two not going to fight?
 
(Ron Johnson looks around himself, smiles, extends his hand and shakes Vlad’s hand. Ron immediately hooks Vlad into a full nelson.)
 
King: HA! Busted!
 
*DING*  *DING*  *DING*
 
Ron Johnson whips Vlad against the ropes
Ron Johnson brings Vlad down with a hurricanrana
Ron Johnson immediately applies a boston crab
Vlad screams and tries to fight the hold
 
JR: Ron Johnson looks determined to get a quick win here.
 
King: You would say that wouldn’t you?
 
Vlad pulls himself towards the ropes
Ron Johnson releases the hold
 
(Ron Johnson quickly climbs the turnbuckle and springs off with a somersault splash onto Vlad. Ron Johnson with the cover . . . one, two, kickout.)
 
(Vlad whips Ron Johnson against the ropes, Ron Johnson goes for a flying clothesline but Vlad ducks out of the way. Ron Johnson rebounds off the ropes, Vlad catches Ron into a bearhug.)
 
JR: What is it with Russians and bearhugs?
 
King: I sense a bear fetish here.
 
(Ron Johnson screams in pain as Vlad applies all of his strength into the bearhug, Vlad starts headbutting the entangled Ron Johnson. Vlad tosses Ron Johnson with a belly-to-belly supplex across the ring. Vlad follows in and executes another belly-to-belly suplex on Ron Johnson, throwing him through the ropes and out of the ring.)
 
JR: Oh no, Ron has just caught the first flight out of the ring.
 
King: Watch out for the landing.
 
(Ron Johnson knocks PJ Sykes off his wheelchair. They both lie still outside the ring, Vlad appears worried as he grabs his head in frustration.)
 
The ref begins to count . . . one, two, three
 
(Vlad climbs out, checks his manager’s condition and helps him back into his wheelchair. Ron Johnson is slowly getting to his feet, he is holding his back in pain.)
 
four, five, six . . .
 
JR: Oh no, not another double count out?
 
(Vlad begins grunting and hyperventilating, he looks at Ron Johnson, pulls him up by his hair and throws him back into the ring.)
 
King: There shall not be a countout on Final Countdown!
 
(Vlad screams and lifts Ron Johnson over his head, Vlad presses Ron over his head a few times before letting him drop onto his knee for a hands free backbreaker.)
 
JR: OOUCH!
 
King: Another deformed freak is created in the ring tonight.
 
JR: The doc will need an orthopedic after this one.
 
Vlad screams at Ron Johnson
PJ Sykes shouts at Vlad
Vlad nods and covers Ron Johnson
The referee counts: one, two . . . thr KICKOUT
 
(Vlad lifts Ron Johnson for a Fisherman Buster but Ron Johnson reverses with a tornado DDT. Vlad hits the ground fast and hard. Ron Johnson flexes his muscles in celebration. Ron Johnson pulls Vlad onto the turnbuckle as Vlad begins to regain consciousness.)
 
JR: I think Ron is gonna try a suplex of some sort.
 
(Ron Johnson tries to lift Vlad but Vlad blocks the move, Vlad throws Ron Johnson off the turnbuckle with a Frankensteiner. Vlad picks up the dizzy and confused Ron Johnson, turns around and hooks both of his arms.)
 
King: Team Freak is on the Powerplay.
 
JR: And Ron Johnson isn’t renowned for penalty killing of any kind.
 
Vlad hits Ron Johnson with the Powerplay
Vlad goes for the pin
 
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
Vlad is starting to get under the crowd's skin.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner is Vlad!

JR: What is Vlad up to now?

King: I think he’s asking for the microphone.

(Vlad takes the microphone to the center of the ring, takes a deep breath and screams out in a strong Russian accent.)

Vlad: ROMANOVITCH!!! You cancel match, come out you coward! Vlad demands you come out and face Vlad NOW!

JR: He can’t expect them to have their match now.

King: Maybe he just wants to talk.

JR: Or at least try to talk.

(As the mellow opening notes of "Lying From You" by Linkin Park startup over the PA, the lights drop and the image of a pulsating amplitude meter appears on the Bruisertron.)
 
JR: The Hardcore champ wouldn’t bail out of this one.
 
PA: You will... be...
 
SILENCED
 
(The heavy chords kick up immediately afterward and Alexei Romanov steps out onto the stage. Alexei starts making his way towards the ring; he has a microphone with him.)
 
Alexei: I'm intrigued. What, pray tell, do you want?
 
Vlad: Vlad has unfinished business . . .
 
Alexei: Do you know how often I hear that? Unfinished business . . . for what?
 
(Alexei Romanov steps into the ring and comes face to face with Vlad.)
 
Vlad: Vlad takes reven . . .
 
Alexei: You want revenge? Revenge for what? For that pummeling your overly-vocal and under-intelligent counterpart took?
 
Vlad: YOU NOT TALK ABOUT FATHER LIKE THAT!!!
 
Alexei: Father? My deepest sympathies, if that's your father...
 
Vlad: ENOUGH!!! Vlad take revenge for PJ TONIGHT! If Vlad not fight Romanovitch later, Vlad fight Romanovitch NOW!
 
(Vlad throws the microphone at Alexei’s head but Alexei blocks it with his hands, Vlad springs off and spears Alexei, getting him into a Thesz Press.)
 
JR: Uuuh ooh! Vlad has just gone berserk.
 
(Vlad removes his hockey mask, throws it to the side and starts furiously headbutting Alexei. Blood gashes out of Alexei’s nose and runs down Vlad’s face.)
 
King: I don’t understand what Vlad has been hiding behind his mask all this time?
 
JR: It has all been in his own mind, that man needs therapy. Somebody break them up!
 
Vlad: AAAAAAAARGH!
 
(Vlad screams out in wrath, his head starts shaking as he bites through his own lip. Alexei manages to free one of his hands and blocks one of Vlad's headbutts. Alexei grips Vlad’s face and tosses him to the side. Vlad jumps up and charges at Alexei, but Alexei superkicks him. Vlad rebounds off the ropes back at
Alexei, who replies with a European uppercut. Vlad shakes off the pain and kicks Alexei in the midsection.)
 
King: He’s going for the Powerplay.
 
(Vlad turns around and hooks Alexei’s both arms. Vlad screams as he lifts the 345 pound Alexei. But as he’s about to finish the move, four large BMWF security personnel break the two men up.)
 
JR: Here comes security, hold the lunatic back boys.
 
(Alexei takes a knee and breaths out in relief as security pin Vlad to the ground. Vlad is clenching his fists and is trying to free himself. He tosses two of the men to the side and tries to attack Alexei, but more security guards come to help out; they hold Vlad back and against the ropes. Alexei grabs the
microphone.)
 
Alexei: Ostanovis Vlad! Posloushai menia!! (Stop Vlad! Listen to me!!)
 
JR: What did he say? I think he’s speaking Russian.
 
King: Look, the Bruisertron has the subtitles. God bless technology.
 
(Alexei continues to speak in Russian.)
 
Alexei: [Look at you! Wasting your energy, and for what? To defend someone who has gone out of their way to humiliate you at every turn? I'm completely for acting on your instincts, but at least have a reason for it! Use your head!]
 
King: Hehe, I think he already has, a dozen or so times.
 
Alexei: [Sykes had it coming. NO ONE! . . . No matter male or female, small or large, has the right to disrespect me. Sykes showed disrespect to me, the people around me, this federation and to the whole Russian nation, including you Vlad.
 
(Vlad stops resisting and calms down. Alexei speaks to the security men.)
 
Alexei: Release him!
 
(Security releases Vlad; he brushes his blood stained blonde hair back, looks at the crowd around him and tries to hide his face. He picks up his hockey mask, straps it back on and takes the microphone. Vlad speaks to Alexei in perfect Russian.)
 
Vlad: [I wouldn’t let anyone hurt him.]
 
Alexei: [Choose your battles Vlad. He's done nothing but be an offensive little troll since your arrival. He never stops
pushing you around . . . what good does he serves?]
 
Vlad: [He is good to me, he takes care of me . . . he always has, ever since the accident. He said that your attack was unjustifiable; he told me that you would take him away from me. I won’t let you hurt my father.]
 
Alexei: [And you're so easily manipulated as to believe him? Don’t tell me that you agree with everything he does, everything that he makes you do. You need to realize he's certainly not your father.]
 
Vlad: [He’s all I got right now. He has his own ways; he fights his life’s battle with words. I used to do it in the hockey rink but now I do it with my fists. He is the missing part of my life . . . and I am the missing part of his life. People look at me and all they see is a big monster. LOOK AT THE FREAK they all shout, they all hate me, they would all love to see me defeated or even dead . . . they wouldn’t even care.]
 
(Vlad drops to his knees and takes off his gloves, and looks at his fire scarred hands.)
 
Vlad: I am too ugly . . . and everyone else is so beautiful. They are afraid of me, and I remain alone. PJ is the only man that believes in me, he gives me the strength to go on, he gives me courage.]
 
JR: So that’s why he’s been hiding behind his mask.
 
Alexei: [You're a lot stronger than you let on. Life has been hard for you. I can't feel pity because life has been hard for me too. But here I am, the greatest hardcore wrestler in BMWF, and I owe it to myself. I’ve build my life around hard work and respect. You have the same capabilities Vlad. You've tasted victory before, on the ice, and you can do it again in the ring if only you use your own judgment. Your scars don’t reflect who you really are, you actions do. Show me then, show me that you have what it takes to be on top. Don’t try to prove it
to Sykes but prove it to yourself. In fact, I have enough faith in your ability that I will be willing to stand beside you. How about it? . . . Nikolai!]
 
(Alexei lowers the microphone and extends his right hand towards Vlad. Vlad stands up and replies in English, with a
strong Russian accent.)
 
Vlad: You are proud man Romanovitch . . . Vlad respects that. Vlad accepts!
 
(Vlad and Alexei shake hands. Vlad removes his hockey mask and throws his hair back, revealing his face to everyone in the BMWF arena. Vlad looks around himself with confidence.)
 
JR: You know, if it wasn’t for all that dripping blood,
he doesn’t actually look like a freak at all.
 
King: Oh stop it, you’re getting soft.
 
(Vlad climbs the turnbuckle as "Bad Horsie" plays, thrusting his fist in the air and letting out a scream as Alexei stands back, looking on with a certain sense of accomplishment on his face.)

 JR: Just look at Sykes' face! He's leaving and he does NOT look happy!

King: Hehe, I could tell you what he looks like . . . ehmm, but I won't. Let's just hope he's got enough battery to roll up that ramp.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens up on Dale boxing with the wall. His knuckles are red, his face is too, and he is punching the wall harder and harder every time.)

Dale: Stupid, stupid stupid. I am just stupid! I swore to myself I would keep my family safe and healthy. I have screwed up so early in my life. Simply angers me to know that my sister died because I let her down..... YES it IS my FAULT!... Don't say it isn't cause it IS MY FAULT.... JUST SHUT UP! You guys don't scare me. OW... that hurt my brain.

(Dale notices the camera.)

Dale: OH! Shut up, cameramans here. I SAID SHUT UP! Thanks.

Cameraman: Should I just come back later?

Dale: NO! STAY! I want to speak... But first Bole is due here in 3..2..1...

Bole: Hey!!!

(Bole walks into the view.)

Dale: You ever late?

Bole: Nope. I can't be... it's in the contract.

Dale: Uhhh huh... scared of Bruiser?

Bole: NO...

Dale: Uhh huh...

Bole: Okay maybe a little...

Dale: UHHHHH HUH....

Bole: Okay, yes, very much so.

Dale: Why?

Bole: Cause he can fire me. I need the job...

Dale: Bruiser's a pansy... he can't do anything. Well, okay, he can fire you... but still. I got your back. I am not scared of his stunner. I would so badly screw him up if he even TOUCHES me.

Bole: He is going to fire you.

Dale: So? This job already costed me a sister. Besides, he won't fire me. He knows I am just a little uptight from my sister's death.

Bole: Should we get on to questioning then?

Dale: Sure. Bring em on.

Bole: What is with your schizophrenic behavior lately?

Dale: What do you mean? I am how I have always been.

Bole: No, you have these so called voices now.

Dale: They have always been there. You just never seen me with them. They usually are quiet, but after my sisters death they have just been scrambling and talking and such. They won't SHUT UP!

Bole: Okay... Won't they affect your match then?

Dale: Nah, they know not to talk to me during matches. They know they are important to me so they stay quiet during that time.

Bole: Okay... Well first mixed tag match, excited?

Dale: Bole, what have I told you bout the stupid questions?'

Bole: Just answer it.

Dale: Besides the fact that I am tagging with Judge Moody, it's okay. Nothing wrong with Moody, but she is associated with Judge and he is associated with Scotty.

Bole: Okay. So that's bad?

Dale: Yes, Scotty is my rival... I hate him... he deserves to die by my hands. And if it happens, he will lose in an Ultimate Submission Match.

Bole: Yes we know.

Dale: Just shut up. Goodbye Bole...

Bole: Wait, last question.

Dale: Fine.

Bole: Scared of Tamer?

Dale: SCARED OF TAMER? SCARED Of TAMER?! NO I AM NOT SCARED OF TAMER! HE IS A LOSER, A PANSY, A WASHED UP, NO GOOD, LITTLE WHIMP! I am not scared of Tamer. That wuss couldn't defeat me if I had my eyes shut, hands tied, and legs bound to a rope. Tamer is just like Scotty, a brainless coward. Yeah, that's right, a COWARD! Tamer can't stop the Wild Bronx Man... ME! The Tamer himself will be Tamed. So Tamer, this should be familiar to you! PREPARE TO BE TAMED... HAHAHA...

(Dale walks off and The camera goes to Bole.)

Bole: How original, stealing Tamer's Motto... loser.

Dale: WHAT! Watch it Bole! Your lucky I am going to a match soon! See you later!

(Dale walks off again and the scene fades.)

>>>

(Cheri Runnels is backstage with Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt.)

Cheri: Vernon, what's on your mind?

(Vernon rests his steely gaze on Cheri, who briefly shudders under his inspection.)

Vernon: My mind is full of thoughts, Cheri. Much has happened recently that is weighing on it
right now, and it's a crushing weight.

Cheri: Wanna talk about it?

Vernon: You bet I do. I've got plenty to say, and I know there are several people who need to
hear it.

Cheri: Like who?

Vernon: Let me show you.

(He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper. He unfolds it and holds it so
the camera can see. It's a list of names.)

Vernon: This is Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt's Official *BLEEP* List, Cheri. Care to read the
first name on there?

(She leans in to take a look.)

Cheri: Paddy O'Brian.

Vernon: Very good, Cheri. I'm impressed by your literacy. I didn't think they taught reading at
the Skank Academy.

(Cheri looks annoyed, but Vernon brushes her off.)

Vernon: Now, Paddy O'Brian is my official opponent tonight. He's hoping to walk out of here as
the new Television Champion. He made the list not through any actions of his own, but through the
actions of the administration that decided to pit us against one another. When I finish with him,
then he shall be crossed off the list. And trust me, when I'm finished with him, he WILL be
finished. Now, tell me who's next.

Cheri: Kevin Storm?

Vernon: Naturally. You see, last week Kevin got himself involved in my match against Alexei
Romanov for the Hardcore Championship. Now, Mr. Storm likes to go around quoting the
bippity-bap-bap-bible and generally milking the holier-thou-schtick for all it's worth. But when
he contributed to the stoppage of my contest with Alexei, he was not merely getting a measure of
revenge against a man he felt had wronged him. He drew the ire of a man who intends to do much
more than wrong him. Here's a verse for Mr. Storm, from Deuteronomy, a delightfully dreary book.
Chapter 32, verse 41 says "If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on judgment; I
will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward them that hate me." Now, you give that a
good pondering, Kevin, until I decide to cross your name off of this list. Next?

Cheri: Vlad.

Vernon: Yes, Vlad. We're talking about an almost-human creature that is so brain dead even
George Romero would have no use for him. He makes the late (but not early enough) Ronald Reagan
look mentally capable. He's such a mental lightweight that Anna Nicole Smith could easily confuse
him, and he's so stiff he'd make Ron Jeremy blush. What is it with Vlad anyway? Is he autistic
or something? Because I just want to make it clear right now that a disability will draw no
sympathy from me. I'm going to shake him like a Richmond trailer park baby, Cheri, and I won't
stop shaking until I put Vlad down for good. That's something that son of a *BLEEP* can count on,
provided he's even able to count. Here's a tip, Vlad: ten fingers, ten toes. Now, Cheri, I
believe there's currently one more name on that list.

Cheri: Alexei Romanov.

Vernon: Precisely. Alexei, it's nothing personal. Truth be told, I don't even hate you. You're
one of my favourite BMWF superstars. However, due to the nature of our last match's ending, I
have no choice but to include you on my list, because, as I see it, we never finished our
business. All in due time, though, Alexei. We shall meet again, and it shall be glorious
brutality once more.

Cheri: So, Mr. Show -

Vernon: You wanna end up on the list, babe?

Cheri: N-n-n-no sir. No. I'm sorry.

Vernon: Good. You should be.

Cheri: Vernon, do you have any final words for us?

Vernon: You know I do, woman. To Paddy, to Kevin, to Vlad, to Alexei, and to anyone else who
gets in my way tonight, or ever again, I have only this to say: Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt is
coming for you, so prepare to GET YOUR FEAR ON!

(Vernon twirls and walks away.)

Cheri: Let's get on with the show then.

FADE OUT

>>>

*KA-BOOM!*

KING: Wait! Look!

JR: IT'S KRIS JERICHO!

KING: And his band "Fuzzy"!

JR: They're back!

KING: He's got the mic!

Jericho: Welcome to BMWF...IS...JERICHO!!!

(fans cheer)

Jericho: Well, it looks like we've got ourselves another no-show! Yep, it looks like Ron Johnson doesn't have the grapefruits to stick around here...so, it's up to me...your hero...Kris Jericho...to save the day!!

Jericho: So, Ronald McDonald, me and my band have a song for you, junior! It goes like this:
(music plays)

NA NA NA NA!
NA NA NA NA!
HEY HEY HEY!
GOOD-BYE!

KING: What horrible singing!

Jericho and Fans:
NA NA NA NA!
NA NA NA NA!
HEY HEY HEY!
GOOD-BYE!

JR: We'll be right back!!

>>>

(Dizi is in her locker room when Donnie walks in.)

Donnie: You and Aquatic finished?

Dizi: Yep. She just came by for a chat.

Donnie: Yeah. Look, Dizi, I don't know if you've seen the schedule....

Dizi: Yeah, I know... Aquatic told me.

Donnie: I'm sorry, I didn't expect this.

Dizi: I'm going to go out there and be professional and win my match.

Donnie: Good for you. But listen, after the match...

Dizi: I'm going to have a victory party for Aquatic.

Donnie: What if she loses?

Dizi: Then it's a condolence party to cheer her up.

Donnie: Okay, but, Dizi... after the match.... Tamer's going to try and get you to listen to him....

Dizi: Doesn't matter.

Donnie: Diz, listen...

Dizi: It doesn't matter, Bubba. Now, about Aquatic's party....

(Donnie sighs as the scene...)

FADES

>>>

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

PA: I walk alone, I walk alone...

(Aquatic comes down to the ring, holding Dusty and high-fiving a few fans. She climbs into the audience with a folding chair and seats herself in the ringside alleyway.)

King: What is Aquatic doing out here?

JR: She's watching her partner's back, I suppose.

LILLY: Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
At a total combined weight of 393 pounds...
From Tucson, AZ... weighing in at 263 pounds...
Tamer
His partner...
From Clearwater, Florida... weighing in at 130 pounds...
Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked starts to play and the crowd starts to cheer. Dizi appears at the top of the ramp, her brother, Donnie, at her side. She stands at the top of the ramp and blows kisses at the crowd. Behind her, blue and silver pyro starts to explode. Dizi whirls around and laughs, watching the pyro display.)

King: Well, Dizi is still pretty excited by the pyro display for her, even though she's been getting it for several weeks.

JR: Yeah, well, she probably forgets from week to week.

(Dizi starts to make her way down to the ring, Donnie at her side. Dizi circles the ring, slapping fans hands until catching sight of Aquatic in the audience. Dizi laughs and starts to chat with Aquatic. Donnie manages a brief, insincere smile at Aquatic who responds in kind.)

(The sound of a whip cracking thunders throughout the arena. Red and Blue lights begin to flash as “Stop looking/Start Seeing” by Papa Roach begins to play over the PA system. Tamer steps out from behind the curtain standing at the top of the ramp.)
 
JR: Tamerbetter be ready to compete
 
King: He doesn’t care about the match. He cares about the after match.
 
(Tamer rolls his neck and look out at the arena. Tamer begins making his way down the ramp.)
 
JR: he better be ready to compete. Cause you can’t say much when your starring up at the lights
 
King: And who says Dizi will listen anyway.
 
(Tamer slaps the fans hands as he makes his way down the ramp. Tamer slides in the ring and hops up. Tamer pounds on his chest then points to all the fans. )
 
JR Tamer with such respect and love for the fans. And I think the fans respect and love him.
 
King: Well someone has to cause Dizi doesn’t. HAHA!
 
JR: I don’t believe that for a second.
 
(Tamer waits in his corner for his partner.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 410 pounds...
From The Bronx... weighing in at 235 pounds...
Dale Anderson
His partner...
From Miami, FL... weighing in at 175 pounds...
Judge Moody

PA: All rise for the honorable...JUDGE MOODY!

(The Judge Judy theme hits the PA system as Judge Moody appears behind the curtains to a chorus of boos from the crowd. She stomps down the ramp and enters the ring, raising her gavel in the air to both sides of the packed crowd. Moody takes off her judge robe and waits for her opponent.)

Moody: So we're one month away from Bruisermania, and I'm stuck in a lousy tag team match with some loser named Dale Anderson against the two love birds Dizi and Tamer. Well, if I can't have a Women's title shot, I can do the next best thing, make Dizi's life miserable.

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Dizi, let me ask you something, do you really think you're in love with that idiot Tamer? Have you ever seen the movie Titanic, where Leonardo DiCaprio dies at the end trying to save the love of his life? Well what did Kate Winslet do after Leo died, she moved on and married someone else. It's the same thing with Tamer...Rachel Pitt is dead to him and he might as well move on to you, because there's nothing better. You're just a pawn in his game Dizi!

(The crowd boos.)

Moody: Dale, you better make sure you don't lose it for us, because you will be very sorry. Tonight Dale and I will prove that Dizi and Tamer are nothing more than flukes, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(Moody takes off her judge robe and gets ready for the match.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Tamer and Dale are exchanging blows
Tamer with a quick Belly-to-Belly suplex
Tamer follows up with a snap suplex
Tamer takes Dale down again with a DDT
Dale is down hard after that
Dale makes a tag
 
King: Tamer versus Moody
 
JR: I’m sure Tamer will tag out
 
King: He can’t! Dizi isn’t on the apron
 
(Tamer puts his hands up and looks at the ref. Moody slaps Tamer hard. Tamer looks wide eyed at the ref. The ref walks over and is trying to get Dizi’s attention.)
 
JR: Tamer refuses to lay a hand on Moody
Moody punching Tamer
 
King: He looks annoyed.
 
JR: The ref is trying to get Dizi on the apron
Moody with a low blow to Tamer
Tamer is staggering
Moody tags in Dale
Dale hits an exploder
Ref turns to make the count
Dizi could care less
 
Ref: One, Two, Kick-Out!
 
King: This is one dysfunctional team.

JR: Tamer hits a fisherman suplex on Dale Anderson.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer dances the Robot.
You can hear a few scattered fans cheering for Tamer.

JR: Well, Tamer and Dale Anderson have gotten the match off to a good start. Tamer has really been dominating the match, so far.

King: Well, Judge Moody looks ready for that tag...

JR: I'm not so sure if Dizi is as ready. She hasn't made it to the ring apron yet.

King: Yeah, she's still chatting with her bestest girlfriend, Aquatic at ringside!

JR: Dale Anderson makes it to his corner and tags in Judge Moody.

King: And Tamer would like to tag out, but there's nobody there! HA!

JR: It looks like Donnie is getting Dizi's attention.
She's on the apron. And Tamer finally makes the tag.
Dizi and Judge Moody lock up in the center of the ring.
Dizi applies a side headlock to Moody.
Moody powers out and sends Dizi into the ropes.
Dizi catches her with a bulldog!

King: You know, Dizi hasn't bounced on the ropes once tonight? I like it when she does that!

JR: I'm sure you do, King. I'm sure you do.
Dizi pulls Judge Moody to her feet.
Dizi delivers a dropkick to Judge Moody.
Judge Moody rolls away and manages to make the tag to Dale Anderson.
Dizi looks over Anderson and backs towards her corner.

King: Hey! Maybe she'll tag in Tamer by hitting him in the head! Remember when she did that to Judge Moody when they were forced to tag up?

JR: I remember. But it looks like Tamer is going to get off easier as Dizi makes a regular tag.
Tamer moves in to the ring to face off against Dale Anderson.

Tamer goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Dale Anderson blocks it.

JR: Look at the ramp! Master Z is coming out here YET AGAIN to harass Tamer!

(Master Z emerges to a booing crowd. He spins around as he walks down the ramp.)

JR: Master Z has had an obsession for messing with Tamer as of recent weeks!

KING: Tamer better watch out! Rumor has it that Master Z has been in a foul mood for some reason lately!

JR: Master Z has walked over to Tamer's corner where Dizi is standing!

Dizi has noticed Master Z's presence and seems to be very distracted by it!

(Master Z walks over to where Dizi stands quietly watching Tamer wrestle.)

JR: Dale takes down Tamer with a clothesline!

King: Dale needs to make a tag!

(Dale makes his way over to his corner and tags in Judge Moody.)

JR: Moody walks to the center of the ring and stands face-to-face with Tamer.
Moody begins screaming at him, and tells him to tag out.

(Tamer tags out to Dizi and she rushes the ring, taking down Moody. Dale watches on, unsure of what to do.)

JR: Dizi locks Moody in a headlock and Moody is yelling at Dale to help her!
Dale breaks Dizi's hold on Moody and here comes Tamer!

(Tamer rushes Dale, but Dale tosses him from the ring. Dizi goes to hit Dale, but Dale grabs her arm!)

JR: Moody is ordering Dale to hold her!

King: Don't do it Dale!

(Dale puts Dizi's arms behind her back and holds her. Moody starts to go all-out on Dizi.)

JR: Oh my gawd! Dizi is stuck! Tamer isn't moving on the outside and Dale is holding Dizi in place.

King: The ref is trying to break the hold but Dale isn't breaking it. He tries to get Moody off with little success. The ref begins to count.

(Moody runs to the ropes. On rebound Dale throws Dizi toward Moody and Moody gives Dizi a Flying Clothesline.)

JR: That impact was brutal! She is laid out flat!

King: Is she still concious? I mean... woah she's moving.

JR: Tamer comes back in the ring and tries to clothesline Dale.
Dale ducks and Tamer hits the ref hard. Dale gives Tamer three rights and a left.
He then jumps up in the air and dropkicks Tamer in the forehead causing him to topple from the ring and onto the ground below.

JR: Tamer is once again, out of the ring.

King: Tamer isn't moving this time!

JR: Dale sees Dizi getting up. He sees the ref down and grabs Dizi again.
He holds her arms again and Moody starts to plant her with repeated left and rights.
Moody keeps beating Dizi until blood pours from her head. Dizi starts acting disoriented.
She goes limp and falls to her knees. Dale keeps hold of her arms as Moody continues to beat her face.

(Dale laughs and grabs the top of Dizi's head and slams the back of her head to the mat. Moody sits on Dizi's stomach and continues to attack her.)

King: He hurt a Diva! He slammed Dizi down!

JR: I think we should be more worried about Moody. She is going to seriously injure Dizi!

King: Where is Dale going?

JR: He sees Tamer getting up.

(Dale dives and hits Tamer with a Flying dropkick. Tamer flies into the baracade as Dale hits his back hard on the floor.)

JR: What impact! Tamer and Dale are down. Neither moving at all!

King: Dale just sacrificed himself to let Moody keep attacking Dizi!

JR: And Moody is doing so. The ref is coming to though. He is pulling himself up by the turnbuckle.

(Dale begins to get up. He is where the ref is getting up at. Dale rolls in, knocking over the ref, and the ref hits face first into the turnbuckle. He falls back down.)

JR: That's a way to get knocked out.

King: You can say that again.

(Dale see's Moody attacking Dizi and breaks her from the attack. Dizi tries to get up and smiles. Dale points for Moody to climb the turnbuckle. She does so. On the opposite turnbuckle Dale sets Dizi up for the Bronx Buster. Dale carries her light body to the center of the ring... a little nearer to Moody and hits the Bronx Buster. As soon as Dale is out of the way Moody hits Dizi with the Moody Slam. Dale runs towards the ropes where Tamer is on the apron and baseball slides at Tamers legs. Tamer falls and hits his face on the Apron. While Tamer is dazed, Dale flies over the ropes and hits Tamer with a cross-body block, knocking him down.)

King: Wow...

JR: Moody is pinning Dizi!

KING: But where's the ref?

JR: The ref is shaking off the cobwebs!

One, two...shoulder up!

Moody pulls Dizi to her feet!

JR: Dizi and Moody are exchanging blows
Dizi hits Moody with a backdrop
 
King: I love Dizi!
 
JR: You’re a love the one who’s in the ring kind of guy
 
King: Only when it comes to Divas!
 
JR: Dizi hits Moody with a drop kick
Moody stumbles back and makes the tag
Dale enters the ring
Dizi turns to tag Tamer
Dale is grabbing Dizi’s hair
That’s just wrong
 
King: Poor Dizi.
 
JR: And Moody is coming to help him
Moody and Dale whip Dizi towards the ropes
Tamer is in the ring
Tamer tackles Dale
Dizi bounces off the ropes and catches Moody with a clothesline
Tamer is pummeling Dale
Dizi is doing the same to Moody
 
King: tamer shouldn’t be in the ring!
 
JR: He was helping Dizi
Tamer back on the apron

JR: Dizi gets the tag and moves into the ring.
It looks like Dale Anderson doesn't want to leave the ring.

King: I wouldn't mind trading a few holds with Dizi.

JR: I'm sure you wouldn't.
Dale Anderson slowly backs towards the corner.
He tags in Judge Moody.
Judge Moody and Dizi lock up.
Judge Moody sends Dizi into the ropes.
Judge Moody clotheslines Dizi!

King: She nearly decapitated Dizi!

JR: Dizi is down! Tamer looks distraught!

King: Why should he care? It's not as if it's Rachel Pitt!

JR: Tamer is calling encouragement to Dizi.
He's reaching for the tag, but she's too far away!
Judge Moody grabs Dizi by the hair and pulls her up.
Dizi lands a punch to Judge Moody's midsection.
Dizi lands a punch to the head!
Dizi is just nailing Judge Moody with lefts and rights!

King: Hey, that's illegal, those are closed fists!

JR: Dizi sends Judge Moody into the ropes.
Dizi takes Judge Moody down with a drop toe hold!
Dizi locks in an armlock leglock submission!

King: She likes those!

JR: Judge Moody is trying to make it to the ropes!
Tamer is trying to get Dizi to tag.
Dizi is ignoring Tamer.
Judge Moody makes it to the ropes.
The referee is calling for the break.

King: Tamer is still trying to get Dizi to make the tag.

JR: Dizi releases the hold and climbs to her feet.
And it looks like Dizi remembered that Aquatic is at ringside.
Dizi is going over to the ropes to wave to Aquatic.

King: Is she? She is! Dizi is bouncing on the ropes! Bouncing puppies, JR!!

JR: Yes, King, your evening is complete.
Dizi starts to leave the ring, but Donnie gets her back in.
Dizi heads to her corner and makes the tag.
Tamer enters the ring.
Dizi exits the ring... and drops off the apron.

King: Ha! She going to talk to Aquatic again.

JR: Anderson is in!

Tamer hoists Dale Anderson high into the air with a backdrop, then sends Dale Anderson crashing hard to the mat.
Tamer goes for cross armbreaker, but Dale Anderson blocks it.
Dale Anderson tags out to Judge Moody.

JR: Tamer goes to tag Dizi in, but Master Z has gently pulled Dizi from the apron!

What is that man doing!

(Master Z gets in between Dizi on the cement and tamer in the ring! Master Z is talking to Dizi and she looks very uncomfortable with the situation.)

JR: What is he saying to Dizi!

KING: Maybe he's asking her out for a bite to eat, JR!

JR: Somehow I don't think so.

(With Tamer leaning over the top rope to try and tag out, Master Z spins and decks him in the jaw with a pair of brass knuckles.)

JR: Look at Master Z laughing!

(Master Z continues to wink at Dizi and walk back up the entrance ramp.)

JR: Master Z just used Dizi as a distraction to get a cheap shot in on Tamer! Master Z is causing all kinds of problems for him right now!

KING: And the ref didn't see it!

JR: judge Moody goes for the cover.

Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Tamer hits Judge Moody.
A few fans are cheering on Tamer.

Tamer tags out to Dizi.

JR: Dizi and Moody are locked up
Dizi hoists Judge Moody high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Judge Moody crashing hard to the mat.
Dizi goes for a dropkick, but Judge Moody side-steps and Dizi only hits air.
Judge Moody catches Dizi in ankle lock.
Dizi is struggling to reach the ropes.
Dizi tries to escape the hold.
Dizi is barely hanging in there.
Dizi gets ahold of the ropes
 
King: Dizi may need a tag!
 
JR: Dizi is up
Dizi punches Judge Moody.
Dizi kicks Judge Moody in the gut.
Dizi going for the Dizi sleeper!
Dizi has it locked in
 
King: I love this move!
 
JR: Moody is struggling
Dale Anderson is entering the ring
Tamer comes in
Tamer cuts Dale off with a thunderous thrust spinebuster!
Tamer is grabbing Dale’s legs
Tamer is turning Dale over
Tamer has The Cage locked in!
 
King: But Tamer isn’t the legal man!
 
JR: Dale is struggling in The Cage
Moody is struggling in the Dizi Sleeper
Both are tapping!
The ref calls for the bell

Rick Patrick sees that Dale Anderson is out cold and stops the match after 16
seconds.

The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winners are Tamer and Dizi!
 
JR: Well, that was quite a match, King!

King: I wonder if Tamer's going to get his chance to talk to Dizi?

JR: It doesn't look like Donnie is going to let Tamer get that chance. He's already got Dizi halfway up the aisle!

(Tamer grabs a mic and turns to Dizi as she is being pulled up the ramp.) 

Tamer: Danielle Wait! Please…hear me out…

King: She isn't going to listen to him!

JR: Wait, she's turning around! Donnie's trying to get her up the ramp, but Dizi seems ready to listen to Tamer! This could be his chance to win back the heart of the woman he loves!

Tamer: Your brother is right. I lied to you.

JR: Wow!

King: See! He is a no good liar!

Tamer: Rachel and I were more then just friends. In fact, I loved her… I won't lie. I loved her for a long time and sat back, just being her friend. Never telling her how I felt. At first I was just attracted to her beauty, then, over time, I got to know her and my attraction grew. Finally I decided to make my move when her and Tyrone were on the outs. It was dumb. I told her how I felt… We kissed it's true. I fought for her. In fact, Tyrone nearly killed me. I went through hell to win her and I would do it again. Because I did love her and I cannot deny that, I wanted us to be more then just friends. I knew she had to choose for herself and she chose him. After everything I went through, she chose him. And then I fought for her to make sure him and her could be happy together. I helped the one I loved get her love…

(Tamer pauses. Dizi is looking at him as a tear rolls down her face.)

Tamer: I had some trouble getting over that. I was never sure if I could feel like that again. Then I met you. At first you were the most annoying, aggravating, most beautiful, kind souls I'd ever met. You have a pureness to you. You wear your emotions on your sleeve. You hold no secrets and I should never have held any from you. I remember looking into your eyes the first time. I was entranced. Until the next time I saw you, I thought of you and nothing else. I knew I couldn't sit back and let you pass by. I had to let you know how I was feeling. And you felt the same way. I have memories that I will always carry with me… Your smile, your laugh, your touch. I experienced something unbelievable. I fell in love. It caught me off guard and swept me into this intoxicating wonderland. Then Axe did what he did and I was furious. How dare he hurt someone so angelic. I fought him and he ran, then the stupid thing with the picture and Witherspoon. I couldn't believe that one of the roughest experiences in my life was haunting me again.

Then I lied… I didn't tell you everything because I needed you. I missed you. There was a void, a hole…

(A tear begins to stream down Tamer's face.)

Tamer: I realized I couldn't blame Donnie, Vern, Clancy, and the Syndicate… I only have one person to blame for losing you… And that's myself. So I'm standing here, pleading for you. Because I love you more then anyone could comprehend. It's not like it was with Rachel, it's so much more. I feel connected to you, your mind, your heart, and your soul. I'm not so sure I could continue life normally without you. Because you took what I thought was a fast paced, almost normal life and made it furiously abnormal. You made every day exciting, every moment happy, every breath memorable. But I realize what I must do… if you will truly be better and happy without me... Then I'll stop… You say the word. Not anyone else, but if you utter the words. Then I'm done, not because I will have stopped loving you, rather because I love you so much that I don't want to cause you any more pain.

(Tamer takes a deep breath.)

Tamer: On the other hand… if you have any doubt about leaving me. Any thought of being with me. If you have any hope for us... Then be with me. Because as I live and breathe I will make you happier then you could have ever thought possible… I can't guarantee I won't make you cry…But, I can guarantee I will love you. I will always love you… I would fight for you and us until the end of time…but if you want me stop… If you want us to end. Well it's in your hands now…

JR: What's Dizi going to do?

King: You think she realized that Tamer was talking to her?

JR: Dizi is torn. It looks like she doesn't know what to do.

King: Get in there, Donnie! You have to talk her out of this!

JR: Donnie is just standing there! It looks like he's waiting for Dizi to make her own decision!

King: Well, that's a mistake.

Tamer: Take your time. Think about it. Really think about it… 

(Dizi nods as tears begin to roll down her cheeks.)

JR: Dizi is... She's crying! Oh, that poor girl! She's... my God; she's turning and walking away!

(Dizi covers her face with her hands as she nears the back. Donnie puts his arm around her and guides her backstage.)

King: Well, that's her answer!

JR: She didn't give an answer! I think Dizi needs time to think about this.

PA: WHAT!!
 
(The arena light flash quickly as a very familiar guitar lick plays.  Tamer whirls around and looks towards the stage shouting incoherently.)
 
PA: AIEIEIE!
 
JR:  What?
 
King:  YEAH!
 
(The crowd roars with boos as the guitar riff repeats itself.  Laughter echos from the speakers and the guitar riff repeats itself again.)
 
PA: LET’S GO!!! (LET’S GO!!!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT LET ME KNOW!!! (LET ME KNOW!!!)
SPOON’LL *BLEEP*  DEM *BLEEP*ES UP, LET’S GO!!! (LET’S GO!!!)
IF YOU WANT IT YOU CAN GET IT LET ME KNOW!!! (LET ME KNOW!!!)
SPOON’LL *BLEEP*  DEM *BLEEP*ES UP, LET’S GO!!! (LET’S GO!!!)
 
(Witherspoon walks out from backstage grinning widely as a slightly revised version of Trick Daddy’s “Let’s Go” blares from the speakers.  He is wearing a pair of black pants and boots, and a back brace circles his waist.  His grip tightens on the Post Maul in his hands.  He cracks his neck and walks to the top of the ramp.)
 
JR:  Witherspoon is back!  I can’t believe it!  He broke a vertebrae in his spine, but he’s still back!
 
King:  No one can stop the Madman!
 
(Witherspoon suddenly runs down the ramp and throws his Post maul towards the ring.  It spins through the air and hits Tamer in his stomach, doubling him over.  Witherspoon slides into the ring, running over and clotheslining Dale Anderson over the ropes onto the floor below.  Witherspoon walks over towards Tamer and bends kneals down next to him.  He pulls a mic from his back pocket.)
 
Witherspoon:  Guess who’s back, *bleep!*
 
(Witherspoon tosses the mic to the side and slams his fist into Tamer’s face.  He grabs up his Post Maul and walks over to the ropes.  Witherspoon drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring.  “Let’s Go” by Trick Daddy blares from the speakers as Witherspoon grips his post maul tightly in his hand, the other gently rubbing the back brace.)
 
JR:  Witherspoon is back and sent a powerful message to Tamer.
 
King:  That he did JR!  Things are going to be intresting again, YEAH!

>>>

(The camera fades in, as we see Kevin Storm is sitting on a steel chair in a locker room.)

Kevin: Ryushi Fujita... It's down to you and me... You and I are going to fight for the Cruiserweight Title... And I couldn't think of another person who I would be glad to fight...

(Kevin smirks)

Kevin: Now, to Alexei Romanov... Maybe it is my fault last week. It still doesn't change the fact that your the one who wanted me to get angry. Now that I am, I've decided to relieve my anger in... a much better fashion... tonight's match. Now, the last thing you should do, is poke your head in this match. If you do, something... bad... will happen.

(Kevin smirks, and grabs his nine-iron.)

Kevin: Now, Vernon. It seems I made you angry. Explain to me why it makes you feel better to have the nickname "Violence". You can be as violent as you want, but you and I both know that you have some insecurites. You, my friend, have an inferiorty complex. I hope you find a way to get past it. However, Fujita... your time has come...

(Kevin holds up his index finger)

Kevin: The countdown... is about to end...

(The camera fades... to... black...)

>>>

(Ryushi Fujita sits backstage in The Family's locker room all alone, the rest of the Family has gone about their business getting ready for their matches. Kojima stands by the door, his massive arms crossed as Fujita continues to sit quietly, his mind on the match to come, his opportunity to once again hold a title in the BMWF. There is a knock on the door and a stage hand looks in and says something to Kojima who nods and closes the door. He turns to Fujita and relays the message, Fujita then opens his eyes responds by nodding to his bodyguard. Fujita then gets up cracks his neck, shakes his head and exits the room followed by Kojima as we fade out.)

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage to the Syndicate locker room where The Judge is standing across the room from Scotty Scott. He moves cautiously towards him as if Scotty were a dangerous animal.)

Scotty: I ain't gonna bite yer head off.

Judge: Listen Scotty, I'm not sure about your temper tonight, but frankly, most of us feel like you let us down in past weeks. I need your support in the next few weeks, with the big title match coming up soon, and I'm going to ask you for a favor.

Scotty: Go ahead.

Judge: I need you to make sure Lowedown does not walk out of the ring tonight. I choose you as his opponent because I know that you will not let him beat me at Bruisermania. Keep in mind all the hard work we did to train me for next month, and I want you to make sure I get the advantage going in to Bruisermania. Lowe didn't pick Master Z as my opponent tonight to help my career.

Scotty: Consider it done... Rememba that talk we had earlier?

Judge: Of course.

Scotty: Thanks man. Believe it or not... I appreciate it.

Judge: A lot of people are doubting you tonight, you need to go out there, and prove everyone wrong!

(Scotty stands up and shakes Judge's hand as we fade.)

>>>

(The arena lights fade and the Bruisertron lights up.
‘Earlier on Tonight’ appears on the screen.  We see
Paddy O’Brien walking from the parking lot into the
arena, where he is approached by The Couch)
 
The Couch: Hey Paddy!
 
Paddy: All right man, what happened to your face?
 
The Couch: Um…. nothing why?
 
Paddy: Nah, don’t worry about it, you just seemed a little
more ugly!
 
The Couch: What?
 
Paddy: I’m just pulling your leg, so I guess you want to
ask a couple of questions regarding tonight?
 
The Couch: Well, that’s what I was wanting.
 
Paddy: Shoot then.
 
The Couch: So you got as big match here tonight, your first
title shot.  This coming only weeks after your unsuccessful
bid for the Cruiserweight title.
 
Paddy: Well the Cruiserweight thing didn’t work out, but I am
far from finished there.  But every silver lining eh?  Look at
tonight, I bet Vernon thinks he’s gonna make an example of
me.  Well Mr. Violence can certainly try, but I got my insurance
paid up to date.
 
The Couch: You saying that you have back up here tonight?
 
Paddy: Not going to confirm or deny anything.  I tell you what there’s
gonna be some fireworks.
 
The Couch: Can you shed some light on this?
 
Paddy: You’d like that wouldn’t you Couch.  You gotta wait like
the others, patience is the best course of action for you my man. 
And that for now, is all you’ll get from me.
 
(fade)
 
>>>

(Three guards are watching the parking lot entrance. One guard takes out a cigarette and nudges the second man.)

GUARD NAMED JOE: You got a light, Jack?

GUARD NAMED JACK: No, I don't smoke!

GUARD NAMED JOE: How about you, John?

GUARD NAMED JOHN: No, I don't smoke either!

(Suddenly, a hand with a lit lighter pops into view. Joe lights his cigarette.)

JOE: Thank, Mac!

VOICE: You're welcome!

(Joe goes back to watching for a few seconds, then does a double-take apparently realizing that nobody should have been able to sneak up on the guards.)

(Suddenly, the guards are grabbed from behind by masked assailants dressed entirely in black. The men are pulled back behind dumpsters as we hear the sounds of a beating. The noise stops and we fade...)