BMWF Final Countdown PPV Part II

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

(The camera shows the corner of a dark locker room. A clanging noise is heard. The camera pans down a small light shows Dreadnaught sitting on the floor. He is swinging the baseball bat against a nearby locker. He is drenched in sweat and pulls the fedora off of his head. He looks down and then looks up to the camera.)
 
Dreadnaught: Do you know what it’s like to be on the bottom your whole life? How you can get so close to touching the door to the penthouse, only to tumble all the way back to the streets? Yeah, I do! When Black and I had Ash and Scotty beat in the middle of the ring! I was almost there! But then, when that coward Scotty grabbed a chair, and cracked it against Black, I came tumbling all the way back to the gutter!
 
(Dreadnaught pauses and wipes the sweat from his forehead.)
 
Dreadnaught: And you know what I found out? I LIKE THE STREETS! I like sleeping with dirt under my fingernails, and I like watchin’ out for the flashing blue lights! Before that night, I was ready to demolish Black. But, in one second, I realized, him and I are exactly alike! We have been on the bottom, and we dig it! And tonight, we are gonna leap into the elevator, kick in the penthouse door, and steal that gold! And when we have those Tag straps around our waist, we are gonna leap right back in the streets and celebrate with our peeps! But, before we do that, we gotta lay out two legends in the BMWF!
 
(Dreadnaught smirks and slams the bat against the locker.)
 
Dreadnaught: At least they like to think they are legends. In my world, true legends back up what they say…LIKE MEN! These two are hiding in the shadows, and that is exactly why they are getting jacked tonight! You see, Black and I grew up in the shadows. We can spot the punks a mile away. Scotty and Ash are scared! They can’t believe we have already beaten them once, and then Ash and Judge last week. They are doing nothing but slowing down the punishment! You two will be beaten tonight! The Thug and the Black-man will take those Tag Team titles. And your legacy will be over! The Deadly Medley is real. This is not a game to us! We hate you both, and have the skills to display that hatred in the ring! Tonight will be a straight muggin’, so run your pockets and hand over the gold!
 
(Dreadnaught looks down and begins to lace up his boots.)
 
Dreadnaught: Scotty…Ash…your forgettable run as the best tag team in the land ends tonight! I don’t care who you call to help you out tonight! We got that (BLEEP) on lock! So, you can’t hold us down! Now, when you realize you don’t have the capabilities to stop us, this loss will be very easy to take! The song is already in your head. You can’t beat us, and tonight, that same Deadly Medley will forever be in your head. I came to bring the pain!
 
(Dreadnaught finishes lacing his boots and stands up. He looks into the camera intently, and then storms out of the room.)
 
JR: This is going to be a battle later tonight!

>>>

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room. Vernon is sitting on the couch, looking through a
file, when Kolic enters.)

Kolic: What's that?

Vernon: My psychological evaluation. Did they make you take one of these things?

Kolic: Yeah, I think everybody had to do it. Insurance purposes, or something like that.

Vernon: Well, this is sheer insanity if I do say so myself.

Kolic: Which one, the test or your results?

Vernon: Very funny. For starters, it says I have a very high tendency toward paranoia.

Kolic: Okay.

Vernon: Which is obviously not true. This is just further evidence that there's a conspiracy
against me around here. Obviously, someone is out to get me, and they have sabotaged my test
results. And narcissistic?

Kolic: Narcissistic.

Vernon: Narcissistic. Like they're just assuming I'm not as good as I say I am. It's not
narcissism when you truly are the best. You know what else they said I had?

Kolic: What?

Vernon: Histrionic tendencies. Apparently I'm a melodramatic, self-centered attention whore.
That's totally..well, okay, so maybe that part's right. But they also gave me high to moderate
scores in practically everything else they were looking for. They're saying I'm completely
unbalanced and likely shouldn't even be functional. How about you? How did you rate?

Kolic: Me? I got a perfect score.

Vernon: Normal? No quirks at all? Not even a teensy bit crazy?

Kolic: Nope.

Vernon: Well I'll be damned.

Kolic: Well, that's...never mind.

Vernon: What was that?

Kolic: Nothing. You were expecting otherwise?

Vernon: Well, I guess not. You are almost painfully normal.

Kolic: Hey!

Vernon: Not an insult, Kolic. Just a statement. That's all. What a team we'll make though. Mr.
Average and Mr. Abnormal.

Kolic: True enough.

Vernon: Well, I guess I've got some business to take care of. But if this test affects my job
standing, then someone is going to be in big trouble. Gotta jet. Good luck tonight against Alexei.
I'll be watching your back.

Kolic: Thanks. I'll have yours as well.

Vernon: Excellent. Ta-ta.

Kolic: Later, man.

(Vernon exits and Kolic settles in to watch some tapes of Alexei's matches.)

FADE OUT

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Tokyo, Japan...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

Ryushi Fujita

("Battle Without Honor Or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei starts to play as the fans in attendance look towards the entrance area. A good sized pop greets Ryushi Fujita as he walks out onto the stage area followed by Kojima. The soon to be Cruiserweight Champ makes his way down to the ring area, and slowly enters the ring and waits for the match to begin.)


LILLY: His opponent...
From Nowhere...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

Kevin Storm

(The lights turn an icy blue, as the Bruisertron shows a black haired girl crying blood. The picture stays for a few seconds, then turns into what looks like a lunar eclipse.)

P.A.: Walk with me... Between Worlds...

(Bullet the Blue Sky by P.O.D immediatly blares out of the speaker as Kevin Storm enters from behind the curtain. The Bruisertron starts playing a video package as Kevin walks down the ramp.)

Crowd: BETWEEN WORLDS! BETWEEN WORLDS! BETWEEN WORLDS!

(Kevin enters the ring, and stands in the middle. Kevin lifts a fist in the air, as blue pyrotechnics blast from the four ringposts. Kevin lowers his fist. He asks for a microphone, and after getting one, speaks)

Kevin: Greetings! This is the moment you all have been waiting for...

(The crowds cheers. Kevin waits for them to die down)

Kevin: You haven't been waiting for Alexei "I have to have respect or I'll haunt you" Romanov, or Vernon "I don't get my way, so I'm going to pout" Vanderbilt. You definitly don't want to see the soap opera of Tamer, Dizi, and Donnie, who are missing God in their lives.. You have been waiting for Ryushi Fujita and myself to enter this ring, and battle for the Cruiserweight Title!

(The crowds cheer)

Kevin: That's right. Two great athletes are in this ring tonight. It's a shame only one of us will be walking away with the title. So Ryushi, I hope we can be friends after I pin you and win the title. Ryushi Fujita, it's time! WALK WITH ME...

Kevin/Crowd: ...BETWEEN WORLDS!

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!
Kevin Storm whips Ryushi Fujita into the turnbuckle.
Kevin Storm runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Ryushi Fujita lifts his
knee.
Ryushi Fujita executes a fisherman buster on Kevin Storm.
Ryushi Fujita whips Kevin Storm into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits Kevin Storm with a shoulderblock.
Ryushi Fujita locks Kevin Storm in the STF.
Kevin Storm gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Ryushi Fujita whips Kevin Storm into the ropes.
Kevin Storm misses with a shoulderblock.
Ryushi Fujita hits Kevin Storm with a clothesline.

(Kevin whips Ryushi to the ropes. Ryushi rebound off the rope, and is met with a clothesline.)

JR: Devestating clothesline there!

King: Nothing devestating about that....

(Ryushi gets up and bounces off the ropes. Ryushi goes for a clothesline, but Kevin ducks it. Kevin execues an armdrag takedown on Ryushi. Ryushi pops back up, but Kevin takes him down with another armdrag takedown.)

JR: Kevin is gaining momentium.

(Kevin Storm heads to the corner, and climbs to the top.)

King: High-risk move coming here...

(Kevin immediatly executes a split-legged moonsault, landing on Ryushi)

JR: Split-legged moonsault!

Kevin Storm is going for the cover.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.

Kevin Storm runs into the ropes.
Ryushi Fujita hits an inverted DDT on Kevin Storm.

(Kevin knocks down Fujita with a flying spinning leg lariet. The crowds start to cheer. Kevin makes sure Ryushi is still on the ground, climbs the turnbuckle.)

JR: Kevin is heading to the top turnbuckle!

King: Ryushi, get up! Don't let this idiot beat you!

(Kevin reaches the top rope, and puts one hand in the air)

Kevin: WALK WITH ME...

Kevin/Crowd: ...BETWEEN WORLDS!

(Kevin then flips backwards, executing the Between Worlds on Ryushi.)

JR: BETWEEN WORLDS! IT'S OVER!

(Kevin covers Ryushi for the pin)

Jack Slone counts: One, two, foot on the ropes.

JR: Looks like we have company!

(Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt emerges from the crowd, wearing his red pleather trench coat and
brandishing his brass knuckles. Neither man notices him as he creeps up to the apron, ducking to
avoid being seen. He waits for Fujita to whip Storm to the ropes, then takes his opportunity and
grabs Storm's ankles, tripping him.)

JR: Vernon just took Kevin Storm down! This must be part of his revenge plan!

King: Kevin Storm's gonna lose this one now! Tee hee!

(Fujita bounces off the ropes and ducks the clothesline attempt by Storm and springboards off the ropes catching catching him and delivers a reverse DDT that brings the crowd to life. Fujita slowly lifts Storm to his feet and then drives him to the mat with a snap suplex. He then moves him towards the corner and quickly executes a split legged moonsault.)

JR: Tell you what King, this Fujita is looking to end this early here.

KING: Why not JR, he gets paid the same no matter how long the match is.

(Storm connects on a couple of forearm shots to the head but Fujita counters the last one with a Northern Lights Suplex. Fujita pauses for a second before grabbing Storm and driving him to the mat with a vicious ddt. He quickly pounces on him and locks in a kneelock submission. Storm remains in the hold for several seconds before finally reaching the bottom rope causing the ref to break the hold.)

JR: Smart move there by Fujita, he knows that Storm's finisher is useless if he can't walk.

KING: Of course it is JR, he's been hanging around Lowedown some of Lowedown's knowledge was bound to rub off on Fujita.

(Storm staggers Fujita with a stiff right hand and quickly follows that up with a short arm
clothesline. Fujita is stomped a couple of times before being dragged to his feet and whipped into the ropes, Storm goes for another clothesline but Fujita counters it by ducking the clothesline and connecting with a reverse neckbreaker. Fujita quickly grabs him and drives him to the mat with a T-Bone suplex. He stomps on Storm a few times before slowly climbing the turnbuckle and leaping off with a flying elbowdrop.)

JR: Big time high risk move by Fujita!

KING: That's why I picked him to win JR, moves like that.

JR: Jack Sloan counts: One, two...foot on the ropes.

JR: Hey what's going on?
KING: Spirit has come down to the ring!
JR: What's that Jezebel doing down there?!?
 
(Spirit comes down to the ring and paces around, watching Ryushi and Kevin Storm.  Finally, she hops up on the ring apron.  Naturally, the referee runs over to try and remove her while the cruiserweights are going at it.)
 
KING: Ha ha! This is going to be good!
 
(With the referee distracted, William Black hops the barrier and slides inside the ring undetected and from behind.  He stands there, waiting like a caged animal behind Storm.  Suddenly, Storm turns around, and out of nowhere, William Black hooks him up and delivers an Empty Chamber '03.)
 
JR: Empty Chamber! William Black just interfered in Ryushi's match! Why'd he do that?  He could have just cost Kevin Storm the match!
KING: I think that was the idea!
 
(After hitting his finisher, Black slides out of the ring, retracing his steps.  Spirit quickly hops off the ring apron since the damage is already done.)
 
Ryushi Fujita executes the Honed Edge on Kevin Storm.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going into a frenzy.

*DING DING* 

LILLY: The winner and the first BMWF Cruiserweight Champion... Ryushi Fujita!

(Vernon slides into the ring after the match.)

JR: Kevin Storm doesn't see Vernon there behind him!

(Vernon reaches into his coat and pulls out a large, black, hardbound book. He grips it in both
hands, then rushes at Kevin Storm, striking him in the back of the head with it. Storm drops to
the mat. Vernon laughs and holds up the book for all to see.)

JR: Is that - ?

King: I don't know!

(He opens up the book, showing that it has been hollowed out. Inside it are two plain, red
bricks. He drops them on the mat, then tosses the book out of the ring as well. He raises his
right hand, revealing the golden gleam of brass knuckles wrapped around it.)

King: I think this is the part where Kevin pays for what he did last week! This is gonna be
great!

(Vernon waits for Kevin to get to his feet. He grabs Kevin and whips him to the ropes. Vernon
rebounds off the opposite side.)

JR: End of the End on Kevin Storm! He's out, King!

King: Wheee!

(Vernon reaches into his coat once more and pulls out a piece of paper and a pen.)

JR: This must be that list of Vernon's!

(Vernon takes the pen and looks at the list. He looks at Kevin, smiles, and, with a flourish, he
crosses Kevin's name off the list. Then, with one final look around the arena, he makes his
exit.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera cuts backstage where The Judge is shown sitting in the parking lot of the Richmond Coliseum. He has his head in his hands, and takes a deep breath as he sees the camera man and crew walking over.)

Judge: I have too much on my mind. Scotty comes back after putting on a pathetic performance last week, and puts his problems on my shoulders. Then Ash is constantly nagging me about how Scotty Scott is not holding his own in their Tag Team, and how he is going to lose the Tag titles tonight if he and Scotty aren't on the same page. And on top of that, I'm getting calls that Witherspoon was seen heading to the arena tonight. I'm juggling these three side acts, while feuding with Lowedown going into the biggest match of my career, the Bruisermania World title shot.

(The Judge stands up.)

Judge: Tonight isn't about any of my stable's problems however, tonight is about the lead-up to the Bruisermania main-event next month. Lowedown has chosen Master Z as my opponent tonight, thinking he would be able to get an advantage next month. However, not only do I need to pin Master Z tonight, I need to be able to succesfully execute the Downtime in order to win. Well Lowe, I am pretty sure you were thinking Master Z is going to destroy me tonight when you picked him, but I am going to prove to you that no one can stop me from getting to Bruisermania next month. You can put any obstacle in my path, but nothing will stop me from doing the inevitable and taking that BMWF World Championship from you.

(The Judge begins to walk back inside the building.)

Judge: The Bedlam Bowl was Step One where I became the Number One Contender by winning the Elimination Chamber. Tonight, when I beat Master Z by using Lowedown's own finisher, will be Step Two. We all know what the final step will be, and that is to have The Judge as the BMWF World Heavyweight Champion, and THAT...IS...FINAL!

(The Judge walks inside as we fade.)

>>>

King: Tonight, Tobey Miliken is suppose to make a HUGE announcement.

JR: I don't know what it is. Rumors have it that he will be retiring after tonight. Bole, have you heard from Tobey yet?

(Bole is in the back area in the parking lot.)

Bole: No word as of yet. We aren't for sure when he will be here, but we will cut to the back here when he does.

JR: Thank you Bole.

>>>

(Alexei is shown sitting backstage, the Hardcore Championship laying
beside him on the bench, as he ties his boots. Sitting beside him is
Omori-san, who - aside from some bruising - is starting to look
better.)

ALEXEI: It's a shame that Storm decided to assault an old man instead
of venting his frustrations where they belong, but I am glad to see
you're doing better. While I can't dismember Storm tonight, I *do*
have the opportunity to let Kolic - one of the few individuals who can
actually say they've defeated me - be my punching bag for the night.
Because what happened months ago will not happen again.

(Omori-san inquires in Japanese, his voice a little slower than usual.)

ALEXEI: You always ask me about that, Omori-san, and I keep telling
you, I'm not worried about Storm tonight. And neither should you be.
You see, I did just what I wanted to do last week. I forced Storm to
act on his baser instincts. While it's unfortunate he decided to vent
his anger on you instead of me, it still proved my point. Regardless
of whatever higher level he thinks he's on, Storm is little more than
a human animal. A creature of primative wants and needs. I think I've
changed him, Omori-san. And if I haven't, then he'll just fail again
the next time we meet.

(Omori-san shifts a bit and changes the subject, still uneasy talking
about Storm and the incident last week.)

ALEXEI: You're right, Omori-san. I have better things to concern
myself with tonight. Though my encounter with Vlad was unpleasant,
I've come to realize that there may be someone who shares my brutal
tendencies. Not to mention it doesn't hurt that he's also Russian. All
he has to do is get over that little talking head companion of his,
and he may be a great superstar someday. Until then, I'll concern
myself wth Kolic. All I have to say regarding him is, he beat me once,
but never again. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

(Omori-san asks a question, some English coming through. Namely,
"Vernon Vanderbilt")

ALEXEI: Vernon? A great fighter. A man who appreciates the finer things in live.

OMORI-SAN: Viorence?

ALEXEI: Precisely, my friend. Violence. He appreciates that and I
don't expect to see him make an impact on my match. He may have a
pension for violence, but he also has respect for those around him. He
won't interfere tonight. He won't have to. I'll be able to handle
Kolic, fair and square. Vernon... I'll see him again. Hopefully soon.
I don't think I've enjoyed wrestling anyone more.

(Omori-san asks about Storm. Alexei just smirks and stands up,
throwing his Hardcore Title over his shoulder.)

ALEXEI: I don't enjoy wrestling Storm, Omori-san. I enjoy hurting
Storm. Regularly and completely. I'm sure you feel the same way,
especially now.

(Omori-san grins and nods.)

ALEXEI: Good. I think it's time we demonstrate some of my ability to
hurt now, don't you?

OMORI-SAN: Hai.

(With that, the two exit the locker room, and the shot fades...)

>>>

(The scene shows Kolic looking into a mirror; the room is dark and is lit
only by 4 candles)

Kolic: Light and dark...good and...not so good...can they ever co-exist?

(Kolic blows out a candle)

Kolic: Can they survive each other?

(Another candle)

Kolic: Can they...succeed?

(Another candle)

Kolic: Perhaps compromise doesn't mean giving up my beliefs. Perhaps I can
even convince him to join my side. But that is a thought for another time.
For now, a vast challenge awaits.

(Kolic blows out the last candle)

Fade

>>>

LILLY: This contest is a Hardcore Title match.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Ukraine...
Weighing in at 345 pounds...

The BMWF Hardcore Champion...
Alexei Romanov

(As the mellow opening notes of "Lying From You" by Linkin Park start
up over the PA, the lights drop and the image of a pulsating amplitute
meter appears on the Bruisertron.)

PA: You will... be...

SILENCED.

(The heavy chords kick up immediately afterward and Alexei Romanov
steps out onto the stage, the BMWF Hardcore Championship over his
shoulder. He thrusts his arms out, slightly bent, in a modified
crucifix as a package plays on the Bruisertron. He heads to the ring,
rolling under the bottom rope and quickly picking his place in the
corner, grabbing the title and thrusting his arms out once again as
the crowd gives him a 'warm' reception. He smirks, drops down, and
waits.)

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

Kolic

(A bright flash of light suddenly fills the arena, revealing a brown cross
on white background on the Bruisertron. A smooth guitar riff kicks in,
followed by drums and a spoken voice)

PA: YOU MOCK ME BECAUSE I'VE CHANGED...

(The same riff and drums sound)

PA: I PITY YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T...

(Pyros flash as the rest of "In Me" by Kutless plays. Kolic walks out to
thunderous applause and cheers. He runs down to the ring and slides under
the ropes. He climbs a turnbuckle and raises his fist to the audience, then
jumps down and waits for the match to start.)

*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

JR: Kolic and Alexei go at it with a flurry of punches! Kolic ducks and hits
a quick legsweep on Alexei, then follows it with an elbow drop! Alexei and
Kolic get up, and Kolic dropkicks Alexei over the top rope, knocking him to
the floor!

King: Kolic's on fire!

JR: Alexei's looking for something under the ring...he pulls out a kendo
stick! He slides back into the ring brandishing the stick! Kolic slides out
and looks under the ring...and pulls out two kendo sticks! We've seen him
dual wield swords before, can he do the same now?

King: Good thing those aren't swords, we could have a literal bloodbath.
Bruiser would never stand for that! Well, at least until the next
Pay-Per-View!

JR: Kolic and Alexei face off...Alexei strikes first, but Kolic easily
parries and hits a quick shot on Alexei's left leg! Alexei attempts an
overhand smash, but Kolic dodges and delivers rapid strikes to Alexei's
upper body! He finishes off with a roundhouse blow to the head! Now...what
is he doing? He's kneeling in front of Alexei's fallen body, and...he's
hitting Alexei like he's playing drums!

King: Freebird!

JR: Alexei would be dead before that song ended! Kolic finishes it off with
a cymbal crash to Alexei's skull! He goes for the pin!

Ref: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Kolic's climbing the top rope, Alexei gets on his feet, and Kolic hits a
flying clothesline with a kendo stick!

Kolic executes a Russian legsweep on Alexei Romanov.
Kolic runs into the ropes.
Alexei Romanov executes a spinebuster on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov extends his arms out in the crucifix pose.
There are lots of chants for Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov hits Kolic with a rolling elbow smash.
Alexei Romanov whips Kolic into the ropes, but Kolic reverses it.
Kolic misses with an elbow.
Alexei Romanov and Kolic get hit with a double clothesline.
Alexei Romanov uses a spinebuster on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov goes for an atomic drop, but Kolic counters it with a bulldog.
Kolic whips Alexei Romanov into the ropes.
Kolic takes Alexei Romanov down with a punch.
Kolic goes for a punch, but Alexei Romanov reverses it.
Alexei Romanov goes for a Gorilla Press, but Kolic slides down his back.
Kolic goes for a spin kick, but Alexei Romanov ducks out of the way.
Alexei Romanov runs into the ropes.
Kolic hits Alexei Romanov with a shoulderblock.
Kolic nails Alexei Romanov with a Russian legsweep.
Kolic throws Alexei Romanov out of the ring.
Kolic goes for a plancha, but Alexei Romanov moves out of the way.
Alexei Romanov throws Kolic into the guardrail.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Alexei Romanov throws Kolic over the guardrail.
Alexei Romanov is handed a bottle of ketchup.
Alexei Romanov takes a swing at Kolic with the bottle of ketchup, but he
gets out of the way.
Kolic snatches the bottle of ketchup from him.
Kolic hits him with the bottle of ketchup.
The chants for Kolic are deafening.
Kolic covers Alexei Romanov.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
They're brawling behind the guardrail.

JR: Kolic is putting up a tremendous fight, and Alexei isn't looking
too hot right now!

KING: Well, hey, you can't keep looking prim and proper when you're
getting smashed in the face with a chair!

JR: True, but it's starting to turn around. Alexei has Kolic on the
outside of the ring, and he's backed him against the ring barricade,
starting to lay into him with some nasty knife-edge chops! Alexei
grabs him by the head and drags him over to the ramp. He whips him
toward the ring, but Kolic reverses and Alexei hits the side of the
ring pretty hard! Kolic comes rushing in, but Alexei catches him for a
backdrop! Kolic bounces off the ropes, he's coming back down, he grabs
Alexei's head and *spikes him to the mat in a falling DDT!!*

KING: YAHHH!!

JR: That was absolutely devistating! Kolic is a little slow to get up,
but he starts to root around under the ring, and he just found a
table, which he's sliding into the ring! He's still digging. He's
putting in a chair and a kendo stick and another table into the ring!
Alexei is finally starting to get up, so Kolic beats him in the head a
couple times and puts him in the ring, too! Both men are back inside
and Kolic grabs that kendo stick! Alexei stands up and...!

*CRACK!*

JR: Oh my! And Alexei is disoriented! We saw him take a dozen of these
shots last week before he fell, so Kolic better work on that!

*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*
*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*

JR: Oh my GOD! Kolic has just broken that kendo stick in half over
Alexei's head, and the champion is down and out! Kolic grabs that
table and props it into the corner, and he's going to try and pick
Alexei up!

KING: Look, JR! He's busted open!

JR: That can't be good! Kolic brings him to the opposite corner, and I
think he's gonna put him through that table! He whips him, but Alexei
reverses and hurls Kolic with so much force, he falls to the mat!
Kolic is heading to that table!

*SMASH!!*

(Kolic crashes into the table with so much force that it breaks in two
and he bounces out of the corner a good five feet, leaving both men on
the mat, motionless)

JR: Good God almighty, he broke it in half! And they're both down and out!

KING: This is great, JR!!
JR: Alexei Romanov uses a Russian legsweep on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov nails Kolic with a superkick.
Alexei Romanov uses a rolling elbow smash on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov nails Kolic with a spinebuster.
There are lots of chants for Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov hits an elbow smash on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov hits an atomic drop on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov goes for a Gorilla Press, but Kolic counters it with a facerake.
Kolic executes a punch on Alexei Romanov.
Kolic smacks Alexei Romanov with a devastating clothesline .
Kolic nails Alexei Romanov with a spin kick.
Kolic goes for a punch, but Alexei Romanov counters it with a roundhouse right.
Alexei Romanov executes an elbow smash on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov nails Kolic with a spinebuster.
The crowd is cheering on Alexei Romanov.
Alexei Romanov nails Kolic with a Russian legsweep.
Alexei Romanov is going for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.

JR: Kolic's stumbling to the entrance ramp...no, he's going off to the side,
what is he looking for?

King: The exit? I know I would be!

JR: He pulls up some covers...and finds a paintball gun! Is he planning to
shoot Alexei with the gun?

King: He sure doesn't need it for protection! Well, maybe from Alexei!

JR: Kolic has made his way to the top of the ramp, Alexei finally stands.
Kolic takes aim...and shoots Alexei in the back of the shoulder! Alexei
winces in pain, and Kolic fires again!

King: He's just making Alexei mad! He won't like Alexei when he's mad!

JR: That's the 27th time that reference has been made, it's time to let it
die King. Anyway, Alexei notices Kolic at the ramp! He's climbing out of the
ring, much to Kolic's surprise! Kolic's unloading on Alexei, who doggedly
marches toward Kolic!

King: Oh no! Kolic's out of ammo!

JR: Alexei's charging at Kolic...but Kolic swings and connects with the gun
to Alexei's head! Alexei falls like a pile of bricks! Kolic throws the gun
to the side and walks back to the ring to recuperate!

Alexei Romanov hits a spinebuster on Kolic.
Alexei Romanov extends his arms out in the crucifix pose.
Alexei Romanov is getting a good reaction from the crowd.
Alexei Romanov goes for a European uppercut, but Kolic counters it with
a backslide.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Kolic goes for a Russian legsweep, but Alexei Romanov counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Alexei Romanov hits Kolic with neckbreaker.
The crowd is cheering on Alexei Romanov.

JR: This has been a much more brutal contest than I could have
imagined, King! Both men are busted wide open, and neither of them
look like championship material right now!

KING: Are you kidding me, JR?! This is the definition of a champion!
Look at 'em! They're bleeding, their bruised, Alexei's head is swollen
even bigger than normal thanks to Kolic, and they're still going! I
hate to say it, but if Alexei loses, I don't see any disappointment
after this match!

JR: Well, I guess you got a point there, King! Alexei will have pull
out all the stops to take this match, and right now he has Kolic in
the corner and he's starting to unload on him with elbow shots to the
head! He takes Kolic down in a snapmare and soccer kicks him right in
the lower back! I don't think Kolic liked that! Alexei grabs one of
the chairs still in the ring and props it up in the middle. He grabs
Kolic and sits him in the chair!

KING: Well, that's nice.

JR: He tags him with a few more elbow shots and runs back to the
ropes! He charges in, but Kolic grabs him and tosses him overhead in a
monkey toss! Kolic gets up and grabs that chair, folding it up and
waiting for Alexei to stand! Alexei gets up and turns, Kolic
swings...!

*SWISH!*

JR: Alexei ducked! Kolic spins around and Alexei grabs him and tackles
him to the ground, knocking the chair loose! Alexei looks furious, and
he's unloading on Kolic with a massive amount of punches and forearm
shots! He grabs Kolic by the head and starts to smash him in the
temple with at least twenty forearm shots! Finally, he lets Kolic go
and gets that chair! He doesn't look like he's calmed down at all!

KING: I smell "turning point", JR! HA HA!

JR: Kolic is very slowly starting to get up, he's on all fours, and
Alexei winds up with that chair and swings it down on Kolic's back!

*SMACK!*

JR: What a shot! Alexei's waiting, and Kolic is slowly getting up
again, he's back on all fours, but now Alexei is swinging that chair
like a golf club at Kolic's head!!

*CRACK!!*

KING: YAHH!!

JR: Oh my! He just blasted Kolic in the head with that chair! He
starts to pick Kolic up, but he's fighting it off, Kolic knees Alexei
in the midsection several times and fights him off! He grabs the
chair, turns, and swings!

*CRACK!!*

JR: He got Alexei in the head, but the champ isn't down, so Kolic runs
and he's coming off! He's going for the Binary Blast! He hits it! Wait
a second, that... that's Vlad!

(Vlad runs down to the ring, hockey stick in hand. As Kolic gets up,
Vlad blasts him with a cross-check using the weapon.)

JR: Good God! Vlad just levelled Kolic with a vicious cross-check!
What is he doing out here, anyway?

KING: I think the real question is, what's he doing out here helping Alexei?

JR: Now Alexei and Vlad are beating down on Kolic, but we've got
another man down! It's Vernon Vanderbilt, Kolic's tag team partner!
Now the odds are even, and Vernon is fighting off both Alexei and
Vlad! Alexei is down, and now Kolic and Vernon are taking it to Vlad!
Kolic runs and nails Vlad with the Binary Blast, and Vernon
clotheslines him out over the top rope, leaving just Kolic and Alexei
in the ring!

KING: Look, JR! Alexei has Vlad's hockey stick!

JR: He sure does, and Kolic turns around and...

*CRACK!!*

JR: Alexei just bent that hockey stick right over Kolic's head! What a
swing! And I think Kolic is out cold! The champion collapses on top of
him, and the ref counts!

Al Johnson counts: One, two, thr... shoulder up.

KING: YAHHH! I can't believe it!

JR: Alexei is obviously frustrated at not getting the three count! He's
arguing with the ref, and Kolic is barely crawling to the turnbuckle! Alexei
turns around and spots Kolic, then grabs a chair. He rears back and slams
the chair into Kolic's back! Kolic is writhing in pain face up. Alexei slams
the chair into Kolic's gut once, twice! Alexei is taking a breather...WHOA!

King: How'd he do that?

JR: Kolic just kicked the chair into Alexei's face! He somehow hits a kip
up, he must be running on adrenaline! He grabs the chair and hits Alexei in
the head! Alexei is on his back, and Kolic's on a rampage! He's burying the
end of the chair into Alexei's back...and slams his arm on the other end,
further driving the char into Alexei!

King: Kolic has gone from saint to sadist!

JR: Kolic unfolds a chair and puts Alexei's head in it, then grabs a kendo
stick...NO! Kolic drove the end of the stick into the chair edge, causing
the chair to nearly choke Alexei! He swung the kendo stick like a baseball
bat, finally dislodging his head from the chair! Kolic somehow manages to
bring Alexei to his feet, and he's signaling for the Binary Blast!

King: Not another one!

JR: He rebounds off the ropes...AND HITS IT! THIS COULD BE IT!

Ref: 1, 2, 3!

*DING DING*

LILLY: Here is your winner...and NEW Hardcore Champion...KOLIC!

JR: Somehow Kolic managed to win the Hardcore Champion!

King: He had to fly into a rage, but he did it!

JR: I never expected Kolic to win this title! We'll be right back!

>>>

(Donnie is sitting beside Scotty. Scotty is guzzling down cup after cup of black coffee.)

Donnie: Are you going to be okay? You've got a match tonight, you know.

Scotty: Yea... I feel like I've been in a car wreck.. But I'm ok.

(Ash walks into the syndicate locker room and glares at Scotty.)

Ash: So now that you finally bother to show up you’re in no shape to even defend these titles? God that’s so typical of you. Everything has to be about you, this is our stable, this isn’t Scotty show starring you and co-staring us. What a joke.

Donnie: Ash, this isn't the time. You still have a match tonight...

Scotty: Donnie.... I can fight muh own fights.

(Scotty stands up and looks Ash in the eyes.)

Scotty: Ya got somethin' ta say ta me?

Ash: Yeah I do. You’re a joke. You’re barely even a shell of what you used to be, you’ve gone on this idiot turn lately feuding with some nobody like Dale Anderson, losing in ever match we have trying to fend off Black and Dread. Hell you haven’t even bothered to show up enough to deserve being a member of this stable, let alone a member of this tag team. I honestly was hoping you wouldn’t show up tonight Scotty so I could go out and find myself a real partner and be done with you.

Donnie: I think..

Ash: Not yet Donnie. Who do you think this stable is going to side with Scotty? You? You think that Spoon and the Judge have you’re back so much they’d stand by you rather than me? Think again, while you’ve been out crying in your beer over your sorry *bleep* life I’ve been building an army. You aren’t the boss around here anymore Scotty if you even ever were. If I said the words, you’d be out on your short *bleep* and receiving a beat down at the hands of your so called “friends”. And you know what, I’m about 3 words form you away from doing it too. You can’t imagine the rush I’d get from stomping in your face and leaving you to wallow in your own problems without us to back you up. You’ve become a burden Scotty, FIX YOURSELF AND BECOME AN ASSET AGAIN!

Scotty: I ain't tryin' ta say what I did was right... I ain't neva said do what I do.... 'Coz if I did tell ya ta do anythin' ya would do everythin' in yer powa ta make sure ya did the opposite.

(Donnie steps between them and pushes them back.)

Donnie: All right, that's enough. Tonight, you two have to defend the tag team titles. You have to go out there and be the team that won them. That match isn't about Scotty and it isn't about Ash - it's about what's good for the Syndicate.

Ash: That’s outta my hand Donnie. If he wants to be around here much longer, that’s up to him. But at least he knows where he stands now. No stabbing him in the back, I’ll do it face to face every time.

(Ash glares and Scotty and turns and leaves the locker room slamming the door as he leaves.)

Donnie: I've got some things to check on right now. I'll be back in a little while.

(Donnie walks out, closing the door much quieter than Ash did.)

JR: Ladies and gentlemen I don’t know how these two are going to be able to be in the same ring let alone defend the titles tonight against Black and Dread.

King: Yaaah! No more syndicate!

JR: It certainly seems like a possibility in the future. We’ll try to get to the bottom of this later tonight.

>>>
 
(Michael Bole is standing in front of a vending machine, and next to a slightly irritated Samantha Gretch.)
 
Bole: I’m standing her with the recently returned Samantha Gretch!  Thanks for doing the interview.
 
Samantha:  The only reason I’m doing this is because you are blocking me from getting a sprite.
 
Bole:  Right, so you are back from… uh a short vacation.  How are you feeling.
 
Samantha:  Thirsty, and irritated.
 
Bole:  Come on, can’t you do an actual interview with me.
 
Samantha:  Why should I.  You and your impetious questions are the reason I had to take a “vacation”.
 
Bole: Uhhh…
 
Samantha:  Get out of my way.
 
Bole:  Right.
 
(Bole leaves quickly as Samantha tucks her hair behind her ears and puts a dollar into the machine.  She presses the sprite button and the sold out light turns on.  She growls and slams her fist into the machine rocking it slightly.)

>>.
 
 
(The scene opens backstage in the locker room, we see
Paddy O’Brien talking to a crew member)
 
Paddy: I hope you’re taking notes.  Only 17 days to go
now till the big celebrations.  This year I’m gonna make
St. Patrick’s Day a day to remember.
 
Crew Member: So what are you wanting then?
 
Paddy: Here’s a list, see what you can do.
 
(The crew member leaves)
 
Paddy: It’s gonna be memorable for a number of reasons.
 
(fade)

>>.

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Tipperary, Ireland...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

"Irish" Paddy O'Brien

(The arena lights dim and the Irish flag appears
on the Bruisertron)
 
P.A: She won't come, just when you want it…
 
(‘Top O’ The Morning To Ya’ by House
of Pain blares over the P.A.)
 
P.A: Ya see, I'm Irish, but I'm not a leprechaun…
 
(‘Irish’ Paddy O’Brien hits the stage, obviously pumped
for the nights event.  Wearing camo pants and a white tank
top, he hits the ring at speed, getting the microphone of the
announcer)
 
Paddy: Cut the music!  G’day to you all.  Well well, it looks
like Double V is on a roll.  To be honest I’m not too sure
about this Violent persona, but whatever works for him I
suppose. Vernon, time to have some fun.

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Fighting out of San Francisco, CA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Vernon "Violence" Vanderbilt

("Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums" by A Perfect Circle starts to play.
All the lights go out except for a single, blue spotlight at the top of the ramp. More
blue spotlights start to turn on and join the first. The Bruisertron flashes the words "The Show
Is Over!...Get Your Fear On!" The spotlights start flashing, strobe style, then go completely out.
A moment's pause, then a massive, red, pyrotechnic explosion! Out steps Vernon Vanderbilt! He's
wearing a black and red ensemble, topped off with his black sunglasses and a red, plastic
trenchcoat. Mr. Beauregarde follows behind him. He reaches the ring and enters, heading directly
to his corner without saying a single word to anyone.)


*DING DING* 

JR: There's the bell!

Vernon and Paddy lock up!

JR: Paddy O'Brian would love nothing more than to get his hands on Vernon's Television
Championship!

King: Or, barring that, some high proof whiskey!

JR: Come on now, King.

King: Seriously, he makes Robert Downey, Jr. look sober! He'd make you want Scott Hall as your
designated driver!

JR: That's just cruel.

Vernon nails Paddy with a forearm shot to the head.
He takes Paddy down with a legsweep.
Vernon executes a flipping leg drop, crashing across Paddy's chest.
He gets up and immediately drops the elbow on Paddy.
And Paddy's back on his feet.
Vernon takes him back down with a spinning kick.

Vernon Vanderbilt takes Paddy O'Brien down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Vernon Vanderbilt blows kisses and points to the stars.
The cheers for Vernon Vanderbilt are drowning out the boos.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Paddy O'Brien with spinning heel kick.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits a kneedrop on Paddy O'Brien.
The cheers for Vernon Vanderbilt are drowning out the boos.
Vernon Vanderbilt goes for spinning heel kick, but Paddy O'Brien side-steps and
Vernon Vanderbilt only hits air.
Paddy O'Brien throws Vernon Vanderbilt into the turnbuckle.
Paddy O'Brien takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a left jab.
The crowd is really behind Paddy O'Brien.

JR: Paddy forced into the corner by Vernon, Vernon with
some relentless lefts and rights.
 
King: I think I may get to like this new Vernon!
 
JR: The referee with the break up. Vernon and Paddy in the
middle of the ring. Vernon looking for the lock up, Paddy
sidesteps and hits a drop kick to the knee of Vernon. Vernon
dropped to one knee, Paddy off the ropes and nails another dropkick.
Vernon down on the canvas.
 
King: Just making Violent V mad!
 
JR: Are you just coming up with new names for Vernon tonight?
 
King: I thought I’d use my time productively!
 
JR: Vernon back to his feet, throws Paddy to the outside and follows.
Vernon pulling the protective matting aside. That’s bare concrete
under there!
 
King: This is more like it!
 
JR: Vernon quick here to try and hurt Paddy. Paddy lifted, no he
floats over and pushes Vernon into the ring apron. Look at this he’s
wearing down Vernon’s legs with a series of kicks. A nice
combination from the man from Tipperary.
 
King: Rumour has it that it is a long way there! Ha ha ha.
 
JR: You’re always on aren’t you King?
 
King: I do my best.
 
 JR: Paddy O'Brien takes Vernon Vanderbilt down with a left jab.
The crowd is really behind Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien hits Vernon Vanderbilt with a dropkick to the knee.
Paddy O'Brien chops Vernon Vanderbilt.
Paddy O'Brien kicks Vernon Vanderbilt.
Paddy O'Brien kicks Vernon Vanderbilt.
There are lots of chants for Paddy O'Brien.
Paddy O'Brien hits Vernon Vanderbilt with Canadian backbreaker into turnbuckle.
The crowd is really behind Paddy O'Brien.

Vernon takes Paddy to the mat with a cross-body block.
He makes the pin.

JR: He's grabbing Paddy's tights!

The ref counts: One! Two! Kickout!

JR: Close call for the challenger!

Vernon is arguing with the ref.
Paddy stands up and rushes at Vernon from behind.
Vernon sidesteps him and takes him down with a dropkick to the back of the head.

JR: And Vernon's right on top of Paddy!

Vernon mounts Paddy's chest and is pounding away with punches to his head.
He grabs Paddy's ears and starts smashing his head into the mat.
Vernon kneels over Paddy, sneers, then slaps him across the face.

JR: Some disrespect from the TV Champ there.

King: He's only giving Paddy as much respect as he deserves.

Vernon Vanderbilt executes spinning heel kick on Paddy O'Brien.
The cheers for Vernon Vanderbilt are drowning out the boos.

JR: Vernon on the outside of the ring, Paddy off the ropes
and connects with a baseball slide. Vernon reeling from
the contact. Paddy hops up onto the apron, on the ropes…
Asai moonsault! Some great high flying action here tonight,
Paddy back to his feet. He has Vernon hooked, fisherman’s
suplex onto the bare floor, that is the portion Vernon uncovered
at the start of the match. Paddy rolls Vernon back in.
 
King: I bet Vernon didn’t expect this Irish fool to put up much
resistance.
 
JR: Turning out to be an interesting match up between the pair.
Paddy scoops Vernon and drops him throat first on the top rope.
Vernon clutching at his throat, Paddy with Vernon again, across
the rope again! Paddy has the crowd split here, still not sure
what to make, getting a variety of cheers and boos with that offence.
 
King: Well those moves were enjoyable!
 
JR: Paddy lifts Vernon again, and drives him back first into the
turnbuckles, with a Canadian backbreaker. Paddy putting together
some good offence, probably shocking a few people.

Vernon Vanderbilt whips Paddy O'Brien into the ropes.
Vernon Vanderbilt hits Paddy O'Brien with a dropkick.

JR: Vernon's taken off the turnbuckle pad!

Vernon tosses the pad into the audience, then turns back to Paddy.
He grabs Paddy and whips him into the corner.
Paddy strikes the exposed turnbuckle chest first and falls to the mat.

JR: But Vernon's right behind him!

Vernon drags Paddy to his feet.
He whips Paddy to the ropes.
Vernon rebounds off the opposite side.
End of the End!
Vernon makes the cover.

JR: He has his feet on the ropes!

The ref doesn't see it!
The ref counts: One! Two! Three!

*DING DING DING*

Lilly: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL BMWF Television Champion..Vernon
"Violence" Vanderbilt!

(Vernon snatches his belt from the ref's hands and, scowling, makes his way backstage.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(‘Earlier on this week’ appears on the Bruisertron
as the arena lights begin to fade.  The scene opens
in the gym of the Theatre.  Ezekiel is there with one
of his trainers)
 
Trainer: You still have quite a bit of recovery still
before you fully heal from the crushing and burning. 
With the pressures you are putting on your body week
in, week out it is unclear how long you are going to
have to wear that mask to protect your face from serious
damage.
 
Ezekiel: Injuries come and go.  They are part of this,
and I have come to expect them.  I did not however
come to expect to be crushed and burnt in consecutive
weeks.  But what goes around, comes around.  Look at
Tobey now, all the stunts have caught up with him.  I am
worried however with Tobey and Misty.  There are perhaps
the most unstable people I have seen in all my worldly travels,
and I have been in some unstable places.  To be honest I
would not be surprised if this was all a ruse on Tobey’s behalf,
and by the end of the night we see him on his feet.  I should not
however pay heed to such thoughts, as they are surely tricks of
the shadows.  I have enough to prepare for with Hardcore Harry.
 
Trainer: It has been some time since you last faced him.
 
Ezekiel: Harry, when we met one on one way back at
Summerslammed I walked into the match blind and unprepared. 
Over the course of a month you showed me a lot of my short
comings in the ring.  Whether you meant to or not you woke
me up.  I came to a realisation.  A moment when I realised
that in order to receive the kind of success here that I needed
to share the Truth, I would have to go back to tried and tested
methods.  The training has been intense, but it has bore fruit. 
Three and a half months has enabled me to share the Truth with
many, the Intercontinental title has given me that platform.
 
Trainer: So what would happen if you lost?
 
Ezekiel: There is always the possibility of defeat.  The man who
ignores is shall surely fall, however he who embraces it will triumph. 
That being said, there is no chance that I will lose the belt tonight. 
I will be defending it at Bruisermania, that is a promise to you.  Tobey,
you stay out of this and keep Misty away.  I would not want her to come
into any harm.  In a years time I will look back at these few months as
the moment that shaped the path of the Truth.  The Intercontinental
came as an unexpected blessing, one that will always be coveted.  You
know all about that do you not Harry?  You wanted the belt when the
unification match took place, I am surprised that you managed to wait
this long before making your move.  Though, you did take your mind
off the hunt with the whole New Union thing.  You certainly know
how to endear yourself with others.
 
(Ezekiel pauses to take a sip of water)
 
Ezekiel: Tonight Harry the playing fields are now level, lets see who
wants this the most.

>>>

(Slobber is in the cafeteria grabbing a cup of coffee when BMWF Owner The Bruiser walks in. Bruiser, dressed in a t-shirt and blue jeans, goes over to Slobber. Sarge salutes Bruiser, who gives him the birdie salute back.)

BRUISER: Any sign of those jackasses, Sarge?

SLOBBER: Nothing yet, General!

BRUISER: For the last time, don't call me "General", ya jackass!

SLOBBER: Yes, sir!

BRUISER: All right!

(Suddenly, a guard with a walkie-talkie comes running over to Bruiser and Slaughter.)

GUARD: Mr. Bruiser! Sgt. Slaughter!

BRUISER: What is it, ya son of a biscuit eater?

GUARD: The guards at Checkpoint Charlie haven't checked in for the last 15 minutes!

BRUISER: Checkpoint Charlie?

SLOBBER: That's the rear entrance in civilian terms.

BRUISER: Er, right. Give me yer walkie-talkie, jackass! (The guard hands him the walkie-talkie.) Hello! Hello!

SLOBBER: Er, try "Rottweiler to Terrier".

BRUISER: Oh...right! Rottweiler to Terrier! Rottweiler to Terrier! Come in, ya sorry buzzards!

VOICE ON WALKIE TALKIE: Terrier here!

BRUISER: Why didn't ya check in, ya stupid sons of bleeps!

VOICE: Sorry, sir! We had a scuffle with some masked men, but we got the best of them! Turned out to be some teenagers playing a live version of Unreal Counterstrike Halo with Rainbows and Goldeneyes.

BRUISER: WHAT?

VOICE: Should we arrest them?

BRUISER: No, just kick them out and force them to listen to listen to polka music all night!

VOICE: Yes, sir! Terrier out!

BRUISER: Yeah, 10-4! Roger Wilco! Over and out! You are the weakest link...GOOD-BYE! (He hands the Walkie Talkie back to the guard.) Ok, Sarge! I want extra security ready to go during the main event.

SLOBBER: Yes, sir! (salutes Bruiser)

(Bruiser blows him off, then walks away. Sarge and the Guard look on as we fade...)

>>

(The camera fades in to show Hardcore Harry standing outside his locker room
and beside him, Michael Bole)

Bole: Hello folks I am here with the Ultraviolent Icon, Hardcore Harry.
Tonight he will be facing a man he has grown to hate here in the BMWF,
Ezekiel. Now Harry, you may be the Ultraviolent Icon but tonight's match
doesn't have hardcore rules..

(Harry interrupts Michael)

Harry: Normal matches, hardcore matches, cage matches, death matches, it
doesn't matter! What matters is that no matter what kind of match this is, I
am going to walk in giving my 100% and I will walk out with my head high and
my hand even higher while it holds the gold! Bole, Ezekiel and I have
traveled down this road before and if I remember correctly he is the one I
took the Intercontinental Title from for my second Title reign.

Bole: That is correct; it was at Fallout last year. Now Harry we haven't got
a complete word with you on the Union topic, can you fill us in on
everything?

Harry: Bole, I have explained it night in and night out ever since I smashed
all of the Union members in that limo, but there was one survivor, one man
who wouldn't go down without a fight, Tobey!

(A very serious look washes over the face of Hardcore Harry)

Harry: Tobey just wouldn't go down, no matter what I did. So a few weeks ago
I saw he was in a big match with Ezekiel so I decided to make my presence
felt and pay him a little visit down at the ring. So I went down there with
a steel chair and I turned his lights out! How perfect did everything happen
though, I mean he fell wrong and snapped a vertebrae or something of that
nature.

Bole: Yes, and you may have ended his wrestling career with that heinous
act!

Harry: Bole if you don't want to join your little buddy Tobey in a wheel
chair I would shut it!!! Now as I was saying, how perfect was that, I
instantly get a match with Ezekiel at Final Countdown for the
Intercontinental Title! Oh and don't get me wrong, I have respect for the
other matches but I think my match should have been a little bit higher on
the carder I mean I am under the Tornado Tag Match, what's up with that?

Bole: Either way, things should get exciting here tonight.

Harry: You bet your @$$ they will, I mean how often do you become the three
time Intercontinental Champion? Tonight is going to be a great night for the
King of Xtreme because Ezekiel has a date with destiny, and it's name is
Hardcore Harry!

(Harry storms off leaving Bole standing there alone)

Bole: There you have it folks, Harry is ready for his big Intercontinental
Match tonight with Ezekiel!

>>>

(Ezekiel is standing backstage in the BMWF interview area
with Michael Bole. The Final Countdown set in the background)
 
Bole: Ezekiel, only moments from a match that has been
much anticipated.  At the end of last summer you snuck a
win over Hardcore Harry in a ladder match for the Intercontinental
title, only to lose it again a month later in a brutal match.  However
since then, things seemed to have changed dramatically, with you
even holding a best out of five series win over the current number
one contender, The Judge.
 
Ezekiel: In this world things can turn as quickly as the tides.  The
BMWF has changed considerably since the time you mentioned. 
We have seen many new and old faces come and go.  One of the
few resolute things there has been, is the Truth I share.  Regardless
of the outcome tonight, or any time in the future, that same message
will ring true.  Tonight Harry, I am going to share some things with
you, and you will learn a lesson unlike any other.

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall. It is for the IC championship.

Introducing first...
Hailing from Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

The BMWF Intercontinental Champion...
Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)
 
P.A: THE TRUTH – THE LIGHT – THE FUTURE
 
(Suddenly, flash flares erupt from the ringposts
and In the Shadows by The Rasmus, starts to
play on the P.A. – Ezekiel makes his way down
to the ring in a white Prime Time jacket, black
leather kilt and black boots.  In one hand he carries
the chair, and in the other an ominous looking duffel bag)
 
CROWD: SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT! SEE THE LIGHT!
 
P.A: No sleep – No sleep until I’m
done with finding the answer…
 
(The flares continue to burn as he makes
his way around the ring.  Stopping by the
timekeeper’s table he sets the chair up and
places the duffel bag on it.)
 
P.A: I been watching - I been waiting –
in the shadows for my time - I been searching –
I been living - for tomorrows all my life…

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Jacksonville, NC...
Weighing in at 256 pounds...

Hardcore Harry

(A darkened green glow falls upon the arena as "Back Up" by 12 Stones blares
over the PA system and Extreme Hardcore Entertainment flashes across the
bruisertron. Hardcore Harry slowly emerges from the back and stands there on
the entrance ramp taking a sip from his water bottle. Harry suddenly spits
the water into the air and takes off down towards the ring, about midway
down the ramp he tosses his bottle into the crowd and he slides under the
bottom rope into the ring. Harry calls for a mic)

Harry: Tonight is the Final Countdown, but for some of the wrestlers, this
is the final countdown to what? Bruisermania?

(The crowd gives off a big pop)

Harry: Hardcore Harry's third Bruisermania?

(The cheers suddenly cease and boos begin to echo throughout the arena)

Harry: You know, I really have no idea. Last year I destroyed the monster
Pain and he isn't around anymore so that leaves me to wonder what will I do
this year? Then it hit me, defend my Intercontinental Title! HA! I totally
overlooked the fact that I am going to walk out tonight with the
Intercontinental Title around my waist for the third time in my career!

(The crowd continues to boo)

Harry: At first I was worried about Tobey but then I remembered he may never
even walk again, so as far as I am concerned he can roll his sorry @$$ down
to the ring tonight and sit in my corner and cheer for the future IC Champ!
That would be the smart thing, but no I am sure he has a list a mile long
how to get back at me one day, but don't worry I am not afraid to hit a man
in a wheel chair! I have done it before and I damn sure will do it again!

(A cocky grin appears on the face of Hardcore Harry)

Harry: Ezekiel, you know the routine, so come on down here so I can take
that title back and put around the waist of a true Intercontinental
Champion!!!

(Harry tosses the microphone out of the ring)

*DING DING*

JR: Ezekiel quick off the mark, a combination
of lefts and rights on Harry. Harry
in the corner, a couple of stiff boots to the gut
of Harry. Harry thrown to the outside,
Ezekiel follows and throws Harry into
the steel steps. Harry’s leg crashed into
the metal steps there. Ezekiel with a couple
of kicks to the back of the leg, followed by
an elbow drop. Ezekiel rolls in and out the ring
to break the ref’s count.
 
(Ezekiel throws Harry’s left leg into
the ring steps once again, then throws
him into the ring.)

JR: Ezekiel whips Hardcore Harry into the ropes, but Hardcore Harry reverses it.
Ezekiel hits Hardcore Harry with a kick.
Master Z comes to ringside.
Ezekiel uses a legsweep on Hardcore Harry.

JR: Ezekiel and Harry fighting back
and forth. This is a big match for both
of them. Armbar take down by Ezekiel,
armbar locked in. Ezekiel with good shooting
 skills.
 
King: Ezekiel needs to do more than
lock on an armbar.
 
JR: True King, and we know what he
can do. Ezekiel, swings round, a guillotine
choke locked in. Good combination wrestling.

Ezekiel goes for a savate kick, but Hardcore Harry ducks out of the way.
Hardcore Harry hits Ezekiel with the Sky High.
Charles Robertson counts: One, two, kickout.
Hardcore Harry runs into the ropes.
Ezekiel hits Hardcore Harry with a clothesline.
Ezekiel gets ankle lock on Hardcore Harry.
Hardcore Harry reaches the ropes after 7 seconds.
Ezekiel throws Hardcore Harry into the turnbuckle.
Ezekiel runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Hardcore Harry lifts his knee.

JR: Hardcore Harry with Ezekiel in a headlock,
Ezekiel pushes Harry to the ropes, Harry
rebounds, Ezekiel drops to the canvas, Harry
rebounds again, drop toe hold by Ezekiel. Ezekiel
with a combined leg and Achilles lock.
 
King: Ezekiel keeping the pace slow and controlled,
he doesn’t want to give Harry any chance
for offence.
 
JR: Ezekiel breaks the hold, standing he drives
Harry’s knee straight into the canvas, and
again, and again, Harry rolls out the ring
clutching his knee.

King: Both pulling themselves up on the ropes
 
JR: The Judge swings, and is met by an armbar
takedown. Ezekiel applying massive pressure to
the elbow and shoulder joint.
  
 
JR: Harry has Ezekiel in the corner,
lefts and rights. Ezekiel drops to the mat,
dragging Harry and driving him shoulder
first into the turnbuckles. Good counter
by Ezekiel. Not finished there, Harry to
his feet, boot to the gut, Bona Fide into
the turnbuckles. Hardcore Harry looking
understandably dazed after that, pulling
himself up on the ropes, sabot kick sends
Harry tumbling outside the ring.
Clinical precision shown by Ezekiel.
Ezekiel follows outside, snap suplex on
hardcore Harry onto the protective matting.
That will still hurt, the matting isn’t that thick.
 
JR: Hardcore Harry removing the padding off the
top turnbuckle, the referee checking on the downed
Ezekiel. No Ezekiel has seen what Harry is doing,
Harry with Ezekiel to his feet. Harry throws Ezekiel
into the turnbuckle, he stops himself before contact,
Harry with his back turned signalling for the Hardcore
Hell. Ezekiel drops to the canvas.
 
King: Is Ezekiel playing possum?
 
JR: It appears so, Harry has Ezekiel set up for the Hardcore
Hell, lifts Ezekiel, Ezekiel floats right over behind Harry.
Sleeper hold… no Inquisition! Hardcore Harry down,
Ezekiel hooks a leg.

JR: Hardcore Harry kicks out!

KING: I thought it was over right there folks!!!

(Harry slowly gets to his feet and as Ezekiel is getting up Harry dives
towards him taking him down with a cheap chop block! Harry then grabs onto
Ezekiel's leg and pulls back having him locked in a boston crab position)

KING: Look at Harry go with a submission move!

JR: He has an idea how to wrestle King.

(Ezekiel reaches the ropes but Harry won't let go until the ref forces him
to break the hold)

KING: HA, he just don't know how to let go!

(Harry walks over and jerks Ezekiel up to his feet. Harry places Ezekiel's
head between his legs and signals for the end!)

JR: Harry has Ezekiel setup for the Hardcore Hell, this one is about to be
over!

(Harry flips Ezekiel up into the air, extends him an extra foot or two then
brings him crashing down onto the mat directly in the middle of the ring!!!)

KING: HARDCORE HELL!!!

JR: That is all she wrote folks!

(Harry drops down to cover Ezekiel, 1.2.

KICKOUT!

King: This has been a great match so far JR.

JR: Wait just one second, I am getting word from the back that Tobey is here. Let's go live from the parking lot.

(A shot of an ambulance pulling up is seen. The drivers get out and open the back doors and a wheel chair ramp is lowered. Tobey is sitting in the wheel chair dressed in a black tux and wearing a neck brace. Tobey is wheeled out by Misty Rivers who is wearing a black sequence dress. She is wheeling him into the arena.)

King: Perhaps now we will find out what Tobey's big announcement is JR.

JR: It looks like she is bringing him to the ring right now.

("Vertigo" plays and Ezekiel and Harry freeze in the ring. Misty starts wheeling Tobey to the ring. She parks him in front of the ring as Harry looks as Tobey and smiles.)

King: Look at that sick smile JR. He knows he is responsible for putting Tobey in that chair.

(Misty is looking for something in her purse. Tobey starts fiddling around with something in his chair. They both pull out a yellow looking hand held device. Suddenly Tobey squeezes the device and three electrodes shoot out and stick to the chest of Hardcore Harry. Tobey squeezes again and lays a big shock on Harry sending him to the mat. Misty shoots her stun gun and the electrodes stick to Ezekiels chest and then she shoots the juice into him sending him to the mat as well. The ref calls for the bell.)

*DING DING*

Due to a disqualification, Ezekiel retains the title.

King: What a shocker, right JR?

(Then Tobey reaches for his neck brace and takes it off and throws it into the crowd. Tobey smiles and stands up. He and Misty hug each other.)

King: It's a miracle JR. A miracle.

JR: I don't think so.

(Tobey gets in the ring and leaves the electrodes on Ezekiel and Harry. He then grabs a mic and smiles at the crowd.)

Tobey: It's announcement time. Sorry Harry you won't be winning the title tonight. Ya see, I made a promise a couple of months ago. I promised everyone that the next intercontinential champion would be me. Not some has been named Hardcore Harry. Aren't you guys glad to see me.

(Ezekiel tries to get up, but Misty fires the volts back at Ezekiel and sends him back to the mat.)

Tobey: Don't try to get up. You two have stolen enough of my thunder, now it's my time. You two are going to sit there and listen.
First of all, let me tell the fine folks here tonight, that not all of my injury was a fake. Just about 95% of it was. Ya see Harry, that night that you attacked me, you didn't injure me. No, I already had what doctors call a neck stinger. I actually developed this neck stinger from fighting with Zeke. A month worth of battles really left me wounded and sore. So when you attacked me two weeks ago, I wasn't injured solely at your hands, but from both of you two losers.
Now, was I really paralyzed? Yes, for a while. How long? Well let's just say that I walked home the next day.

(The crowd boos.)

JR: What a con. What a sick man, to make the fans and the crew here at the BMWF think that he was possible injured permanently.

King: Forget Jamie Foxx, this guy should have gotten the Oscar for best actor.

Tobey: Yeah, whatever, think what you all want. I call it smarts though. I used my brain. You see, I thought I needed some time to heal. Rehab my injury a bit. I did have surgery on my neck and then I just trained for the fight of my life, which will be at Bruisermania against you Ezekiel for that little old golden belt you have been wearing for the last 5 months. Your streak is coming to an end.

(Harry tries to get up, but Tobey lays the juice to him and he falls back down.)

Tobey: UH UH UH! I am not finished yet. Ya see Harry what you did was cowardly, attacking me, your stable mate, your friend. It was really brilliant. But your biggest mistake was, you didn't finish the job. So now, you have to pay for it.

(Tobey lays the juice on some more and Harry starts jerking around and then foam starts to come out his mouth.)

Tobey: OK, I will lay off now. How's it feel Harry? Not to good does it. As for you Zeke, I was really hurt by your lack of concern for my well being. For that I have something special for you. No, I am not going to shock you, unless you try to get up. I have something else.

(Tobey walks over and grabs Zeke's belt and starts him beating him with it. Tobey then holds it up high as the crowd boos. Then Tobey put's it around his waist.)

Tobey: Don't worry, I won't take it away from you yet. But I will take it away at Bruisermania. Doesn't it look good around my waist.

(The crowd boos more.)

Tobey: Yeah, I think so too. Oh what the heck, let's give you some more juice anyways.

(Misty lays the juice on Zeke and he starts jerking around and foams at the mouth as well.)

Tobey: You should have never messed with me Zeke. Now, I have to retaliate. By the way, I am making a huge announcement tonight. THE OLD TOBEY...IS RETIRED. The new Tobey... Is going to the extremes baby. Next week Harry I want you in the ring. I will show just how hardcore I can be. Heres your belt back Zeke.

(Tobey tosses the belt and hits Zeke in the face with it.)

Tobey: Come on baby. I need to get out of this dump.

("Vertigo" plays again and Tobey and Misty leave together.)

King: I wonder what he means by going to extremes?

JR: Who knows. This guy will go as low as possible to get what he wants. I think he has proved that tonight.

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

JR: I've just got word that our camera crew has tracked down The Deadly Medley.  We're going backstage!
 
(The camera shows William Black backstage in what appears to be a locker room.  He's sitting down on a stool taping up his hands while Spirit is rubbing ice over his shoulders.  Dreadnaught is standing nearby pacing with his fedora on and a baseball bat held over his shoulder.  The two already seem to be in conversation when the camera approaches.)
 
Black: BLEEP that's cold!
 
(Spirit smiles.)
 
Spirit: Not as cold as Ash and Scotty Snot are going to be tonight.
 
Dreadnaught: You got that right.  Tonight we bring pain and destruction.  Tonight we take what belongs to us!
 
Black: Absolutely.  Tonight, we kick @ss and take names.  It wouldn't matter who we faced tonight, they'd lose.  Tonight belongs to the Deadly Medley, and tonight... we take gold.
 
Spirit: Tag Team Championship gold.
 
Dreadnaught: Hell yeah! Tonight's our night! Tonight we're walking out of the arena with those straps!
 
(The camera fades as the trio continue to hype themselves up for their Tag Team Championship rematch...)
 
JR: The Deadly Medley seem hyped!
 
KING: Yeah... And their match is next!

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