(The show opens inside the Staples Center Los Angeles California. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Staples Center Los Angeles California! Welcome to BMWF No Way In 2004! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight!

Tonight, BMWF World Champion Master Z teams up with his arch-rival and Bruisermania 2004 opponent, the former World Champion Lowedown. They meet Darklord and Dovekind in a tag team Buried Alive match!

KING: I don't think Z and Lowe can get along well enough to win this match! They're both going to get buried alive! Hey, look!

(The scene opens with Master Z hastily walking through the parking lot. A duffel bag hangs over his shoulder, the world title is strapped tightly around his waist, and he is wearing dark sunglasses even though it is night time.)

(He continues his fast pace taking several looks back over his shoulder into the darkness. Faintly, shadows can be seen behind Z. Master Z quickens his pace.)

*SLAM*

(Master Z busts through the double swinging doors and into the lockeroom area of the arena. His pace slows greatly and his walk becomes much more arrogant. Master Z turns a corner and is stopped in his tracks when coming face to face with two dark figures, Dovekind and Darklord.)

Dovekind: Where you going Z man? You don't look too happy to see your old buddies Dovekind and his faithful companion Darklord!

(Darklord gives Dovekind a cold glance that wipes the smile off his face. Darklord then looks at Master Z)

Darklord: Master Z (long pause) tonight... you... Lowedown... will both be BURIED ALIVE!

(Dovekind cuts in.)

Dovekind: Have any last words Z? HA HA HA HA HA

(Darklord turns and begins to slowly walk down the hall, Dovekind follows like a dog on a leash. Dovekind can be heard talking to himself in the distance the sound getting fainter and fainter. Before long, the camera pans back over to Master Z who is standing motionless grasping his brass knuckles tightly.)

Master Z (in very low and quiet voice) We'll see who gets buried alive!

(Master Z lets out a growl and continues into his locker room.)

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LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Friar Fergus...
Fighting out of St. Michaels Cathedral...
Weighing in at 183 pounds...

Altar Boy Mark

(Catholic choir music plays as Altar Boy Mark, wearing his altar boy robe makes his way to the ring along with Friar Fergus. He blesses the fans as he walks to the ring. After getting into the ring, he blesses it.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Dork The Clown

(Circus music plays as Dork the Clown comes walking down to the ring. He is giving balloons to little kids and acting goofy. )

KING: This is the match everyone had been waiting for!

JR: It is?

KING: Sure! It's the battle of the low-carder wierdos!

*DING DING*

JR: They lock up.
Dork The Clown hits Altar Boy Mark with a flying forearm.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Dork The Clown goes for a back suplex, but Altar Boy Mark counters it with
a bulldog.
Altar Boy Mark uses spinning headscissors on Dork The Clown.
Altar Boy Mark blesses the ring.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Altar Boy Mark executes a spin kick on Dork The Clown.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Altar Boy Mark hits a chop on Dork The Clown.
Altar Boy Mark runs into the ropes.
Dork The Clown misses with a shoulderblock.
Dork The Clown hits Altar Boy Mark with a clothesline.
Altar Boy Mark falls out of the ring.
Dork The Clown rolls out under the bottom rope.
Dork The Clown takes Altar Boy Mark down with a gutwrench suplex.
Dork The Clown gets back into the ring.
Altar Boy Mark climbs back into the ring.
Dork The Clown goes for an abdominal stretch, but Altar Boy Mark reverses it.
Dork The Clown is valiantly trying to break the hold.
Dork The Clown reaches the ropes after holding out for 5 seconds.
Altar Boy Mark whips Dork The Clown into the ropes, but Dork The Clown
reverses it.
Altar Boy Mark nails Dork The Clown with the Running Forearm Smash.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark executes the Liger Bomb on Dork The Clown.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Altar Boy Mark takes Dork The Clown down with a springboard dropkick.
Altar Boy Mark executes a belly-to-belly suplex on Dork The Clown.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Altar Boy Mark hits Dork The Clown with a Japanese armdrag takedown.
Altar Boy Mark whips Dork The Clown into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark hits Dork The Clown with a Japanese armdrag takedown.
Altar Boy Mark executes a spin kick on Dork The Clown.
Altar Boy Mark uses spinning headscissors on Dork The Clown.
Altar Boy Mark blesses the ring.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Altar Boy Mark nails Dork The Clown with a springboard dropkick.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Altar Boy Mark executes the Holy Driver on Dork The Clown.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three.
You could hear a pin drop.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Altar Boy Mark!

KING: YAHH! Friar Fergus is in the ring!

JR: Altar Boy has Dork laying in the corner!

KING: YAHH! It's going to be a Friar Fttt Face!

(Suddenly, a familiar tune plays.)

JR: Look! It's RIKISHI FATOO!!!

KING: YAHHH! We haven't seen his big butt since the WWFE Invasion!

JR: Rikishi nails Altar Boy! Karate kick to Friar Fergus!!

KING: Mark and Fergus are rolling out of the ring and hauling it out of here!

JR: Rikishi Fatoo is back!

KING: But does anyone really care?

JR: We'll be right back!

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(The camera fades in to show the BMWF United States Title, as the camera
zooms out to show the title is resting on Hardcore Harry’s shoulder. Harry
has a cocky grin on his face as Michael Bole comes walking up to him mic in
hand)

Bole: Ladies and gentlemen I am here with the current BMWF U.S. Champion,
Hardcore Harry. Tonight there is going to be one big and bad fight going
down between four ruthless men who are willing to risk it all to get the
gold. Two titles will be on the line here tonight in this 4-way Scaffold and
Ladders Match, and one of the men going into this match with one of the
titles is right here next to me.

(Harry lets out a little laugh as he taps Bole on the shoulder)

Harry: Bole you worded it so well, that’s why you’re here with the champ and
that little Slim Jim is out there with all the rookies.

Bole: Now Harry tonight will be your first official United States Title
defense, it has been a whole month without one defense…..

Harry: Well I told you a few weeks ago that I put that title on the line
against Ultimo Guerrero so really this will be my second.

Bole: Uh, okay… anyways tonight you will take on three other men who have
very strong background here in the BMWF. Do you have any doubts about taking
on Pain, a man that you were once a partner with?

(Harry smiles)

Harry: Pain is without a doubt one tough SOB, but we must square off so I
just want him to know that I was pulling for him when he was taking on
Vernon Vanderbilt.

Bole: Ah yes, speaking of Vernon he is the second opponent of yours tonight.

Harry: Vernon came here to the BMWF about four or five months after I did so
I can finally look forward to walking into a very high profile match where I
wasn’t the “new guy”. Vernon we go back to the Bedlam Bowl when you decided
to make your last mistake and rest assured you will pay here tonight. You
want to pick a Scaffold and Ladder Match as the stipulation? Fine, you know
what they say, when you mess with the bull you get the horns….. wait no…..
when you play with fire you get burned….. no…. well you know what I mean and
I mean business!

Bole: Now your third opponent in this match is the man who has the longest
list of holds, Dreadnaught. Dreadnaught has held every title here in the
BMWF except the title you possess, the U.S. Title. Dreadnaught says there is
nothing that can stop him from getting your title.

(Harry cuts in)

Harry: I think that’s enough there Bole, lets not over do it buddy. Yes
Dreadnaught has held every title but the U.S. Championship but that doesn’t
mean I am going to just roll over for him to take MY title. Listen I respect
the guy and all…. Well lets not lie here Bole. A man who should be respected
would not go and jump the champion from behind and demand title shots. Hell
you bullied your way into this match up and I will make you pay, with YOUR
BLOOD!!!

Bole: Well settle down Harry.

Harry: Shut up Bole! This has to be said, Dread I thought it was Vernon who
ran me down with that car and when I swore I would find out who did it and I
swore that I would take him out of this sport! So tonight I am going to see
who it was! Now that I think of it I don’t think Vernon had the balls to do
it, but you….. you do. Dreadnaught, I know you hit me with that car and
tonight when I walk down to that ring I am going to prove who it was when
they roll the footage from trailer.

(Harry is now breathing hard)

Harry: Mark my words people, I will be walking into this match with this
title around my waist and I will no only be walking out with it around my
waist but I will have another one slung over this shoulder right here. Now
Bole if you don’t mind, the Ultraviolent Icon has a little preparation to do
so peel them Beatty eyes of yours open and get ready to see the greatest
match in No Way In history!

>>>

(A black Honda accord pulls into the Staples Center parking lot. Kolic exits
the car with a look of disgust.)

Kolic: I should have never gone into this town, those dirty hippies and
crack addicts kept asking me for money. They call themselves progressive,
but if this is progress, I’ll stay in the present. If I were mayor of this
God-forsaken city, I’d take all those freeloaders and...

(A limo pulls up beside Kolic, interrupting him, much to the delight of the
crowd)

Kate: Phew, this smog problem is terrible. I thought this town was full of
environmentalists. They must be terrible at that, just like the Lakers.
(Crowd boos)

Kolic: The Lakers? Last I checked, they had a winning record.

Kate: Well, Kobe was terrible at controlling himself. Were I his lawyer, I’d
plead guilty and get a lighter sentence.

Kolic: That’s true. Let’s hurry up and get inside before more of these
people beg us for free stuff. Overgrown children...(Crowd erupts into boos
and @$$hole chants; Kolic and Kate enter the arena.)

JR: I’ve never seen Kolic hate a city more than he does Los Angeles!

King: Come on, he hates every town that isn’t in Georgia! The only way he’d
be happy is if he never left the state! Hey, that would make me pretty
happy!

JR: We’ll be right back!

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(The scene opens in Sarah Lyn's locker room, where the diva prepares for
her match. The door opens and in walks Tyrone)

Tyrone: Hey...

(Sarah's face beams with joy as she rushes over to Tyrone)

Sarah: Oh, you got my message. (Hugs Tyrone) Thank you for coming.

(Tyrone hesitates but hugs Sarah back)

Tyrone: Yeah... well... uh.... I just wanted to say sorry 'bout how I've
been treatin' ya since you got ba...

Sarah: Don't say another word! I understand completely. (rubs Tyrone's face)
I know I hurt you pretty badly and I'm a total (beep) for that, but when
everything went south in my life I had nothing. And when I was cleaning out
my old room at my parents' house, I found a letter you wrote me back when we
teens.

Tyrone: (laughs) Ya mean when I had to chisel pictures into slabs of rock
cuz paper wasn't invented yet?

Sarah: Oh hush, you! Well, in your letter you told me that no matter what,
you'd be there if I needed you. And well... I just realized how big of a
(beep) I was to you back then... I knew that  if you really did love me,
that you would still be there for me. And well....

Tyrone: Well... here I am.

(Sarah hugs Tyrone again)

Sarah: I knew it!!! I swear, Tyrone. After I beat that little tramp's @$$
into the ground, I'm gonna make you (taps Tyrone's nose and speaks
seductively) the happiest man alive....

(Sarah winks at Tyrone)

Tyrone: Oh really?

Sarah: Mmmm... Hmmmmm...

(Sarah and Tyrone lean forward for a kiss. But Tyrone puts a finger between
their lips)

Tyrone: Win da match firs'.... an' dees lips are yers....

(The two smile at each other)

JR: WHAT IN THE WORLD?!!! Tyrone and Sarah seem to be plotting against
Rachel Pitt!

King: Or maybe he's hoping it's a draw!!! I know I would be if I was him!

>>>

(A long black limosuine pulls up and out steps three beautfiul women, one blond, one brunette and one red head. Then out steps Tobey wearing a long black fur coat and shades with a hat on also. Another limo pulls up behind them and out steps 10 big body builders, all wearing black t-shirts with white writing that says, "TOBEY'S GUARDS". Reporter Pat Summers runs over and interviews "The Director" Shawn Rollins as if this is a red carpet affair.)

Pat: Hello this is Pat Summers for Celebrity Justice. I am here at the Staples Center to interview the up and coming wrestling superstar and actor, the man that call himself "The Movie Star" Tobey Miliken. Tobey what is with the body guards and ...

Shawn: Tobey will not be speaking before his match. Tobey is going straight to the dressing area to get ready for his match with Electroshock. The reason you see the body guards is because we don't want any interference by those pukes in the Prime Time stable to ruin Tobey's HOLLYWOOD PREMIERE HERE TONIGHT at the Staples Center.

Pat: But just a ...

(Shawn has Tobey keep his head down and the body guards surround Tobey as they enter the back door of the arena.)

Pat: Well nothing new right now. Tobey is surrounded by body guards and his manager Shawn Rollins seems positive about the night's match with Electroshock.

>>>

KING: Hey! Aren't those bodyguards against the rules? Tobey didn't pay any Training Points for them! HA HA HA! And how, and more importantly, why did we tap into that Celeberty Justice feed? HA HA!

>>>

(The Couch is in the back with "The Director" Shawn Rollins. Shawn is by himself standing with Couch.)

Couch: First of all Shawn is all the security necessary?

Shawn: Everyone is jealous of Tobey. His talent, his looks and his appeal. Tonight Couch, Tobey is making his HOLLYWOOD PREMIERE and I don't want anything to disturb this HUGE NIGHT!

Couch: What are Tobey's chances with Elecroshock barring any interference?

Shawn: First of all Couch, did you see those body guards? Those are the best that Hollywood has to offer. Tobey is on his home turf here. HE IS LA man. And those 10 huge monsters are going to make sure that Tobey is safe and wins tonights match.

Couch: What is going on with Rachel, Tyrone and Tamer?

Shawn: You know someting Couch, I don't think that even those three know whats going on. I mean seriously. Rachel asked who wears the pants in mine and Tobey's relationship? I have a question for her? Who wears in that relationship? I mean in this sick little threesome that these three have going on. It really is sick. For crying out loud this is a family program.

Couch: Any words for Electroshock?

Shawn: Call an ambulance, you are going to need it.

>>>

(A camera backstage shows Kolic walking with a blackjack)

Kolic: Follow me, I’ll show you what happens when you run your mouth at
Prime Time.

(Kolic stops outside Tobey Miliken’s locker room. He uses his shoulder to
break the door open. Miliken and Shawn Rollins are inside and startled.)

Kolic: Payback time, (BLEEP)!

(Kolic uses the blackjack to knock out Rollins. Tobey charges at Kolic, but
Kolic hits a Binary Blast.)

Kolic: That was easier than I thought...hey, what’s this?

(Kolic spots a piece of paper that fell out of Rollins’ folder)

Kolic: Wow...this is better than I could have imagined! This could hurt
Miliken more than any attack.

(Kolic takes the paper and exits the room, leaving Miliken and Rollins out
cold.)

JR: What could that paper be?

King: Maybe it’s Miliken’s BMWF contract! Kolic’s gonna get him fired! Oh,
happy day!

JR: Miliken’s match is next, he’d better wake up in time! We’ll be right
back!

>>>

(Elektroshock and La Pakka are inside their locker room. They are sitting in chairs facing each other.)

Elektroshock: I can not believe that this young gringo Tobey Miliken actually thinks he can defeat me tonight.

Pakka: It could be worst. It could have been Mikey Thompson saying that.

Elektroshock: Please... I do not think that I could take tht much insult. It was insult enough that Tobey said that.

Pakka: But at least you do not have to face Truck for the thousandth time.

Elektroshock: I have done that amigo.

Pakka: Maybe one day we both will get BMWF titles so some kind.

Elektroshock: Maybe next week we start teaming up and see where we go there.

Paka: Maybe essa.

>>>

KING: Are we going to have any more matches or just listen to morons all day?

JR: This is the last one for now! I promise!

>>>

(In the back area. Shawn Rollins is on his cell phone.)

Shawn: Tobey, how are you doing? mmmm, good, good. Listen I am so sorry about that beating that you took. But I said I would take care of you tonight and I mean it. Just sit tight and I will let you know when ok. I don't want you to interfere with anything tonight. NO, you leave the Jamaican moron alone. As for Kolic, we will deal with him another day. Tonight lets get the win over Electroshock and then we can move on.

(Shawn see's the members of Prime Time walk by as he is on the phone.)

Shawn: Please Tobey, stay put.

>>>

KING: Is it legal for him to see Prime Time walk by?

JR: Oh, I don't know! Let's have a match! This is getting monotonous!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by "The Director" Shawn Rollins...
Fighting out of Daytona, FL...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"Movie Star" Tobey Miliken

"Back in Black" plays and out steps "The Director" Shawn Rollins then out steps 5 huge body guards and then out walks a busted up Tobey Miliken. His hair is all messed up. He has a huge black eye and his face is swollen. Then out steps the other 5 huge body guards and they make their way to the ring.

JR: Tobey looks like he has already been in a fight.

King: How is he going to make it through tonight.

He ought to get his money back for those so-called bodyguards!

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Elektroshock

("Headstrong" by Coldplay blasts over the PA as Elektroshock makes his way down to the ring. He enters the ring and looks over at Tobey Miliken and waves him off.)

Elektroshock: Tobey Miliken.... You have come here thinking that you are the favored grappler. But essa, you never stepped in this ring against a luchadore. But what you have done is step through those ropes to face me.... Tobey, you not shown me the proper respect. But fool, you will learn not to over look me ever again.

*DING DING*

JR: They lock up.
Elektroshock nails Tobey Miliken with a gutwrench suplex.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Elektroshock nails Tobey Miliken with a gutwrench suplex.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Elektroshock takes Tobey Miliken down with a spinebuster slam.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Elektroshock runs into the ropes.
Elektroshock hits Tobey Miliken with a clothesline.
Tobey Miliken falls out of the ring.
Elektroshock goes outside.
"The Director" Shawn Rollins comes from behind, but Elektroshock nails
"The Director" Shawn Rollins.
Tobey Miliken goes for a flying cross bodypress, but Elektroshock
counters it with a powerslam.
You can hear a few scattered fans booing Elektroshock and a few others cheering
him.

JR: Tobey Miliken is backed up against the ropes. Hard chop to the chest by Elektroshock.

King: Look at the hand print on Tobey's chest!!!!

JR: Elektroshock whips Tobey and connects with a leg lariet.

King: I don't know who is worst... Elektroshock or Tobey?

JR: Elektroshock drops a leg drop to the throat of Tobey.

King: Someone go get me a drink.

JR: Elektroshock hits Tobey Miliken with a powerslam.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Elektroshock climbs back into the ring.
Tobey Miliken climbs back into the ring.
Elektroshock yells at the crowd and acts crazy.
A few fans are booing Elektroshock, while a few others are cheering him.
Elektroshock whips Tobey Miliken into the ropes, but Tobey Miliken reverses it.
Tobey Miliken misses with a clothesline.
Elektroshock smacks Tobey Miliken with a devastating clothesline .
Elektroshock hits a senton on Tobey Miliken.
Jack Slone counts: One, kickout.
Elektroshock hoists Tobey Miliken high into the air with a backdrop suplex, then
sends Tobey Miliken crashing hard to the mat.
Elektroshock is going for the pin.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Elektroshock nails Tobey Miliken with a stomp.
Elektroshock nails Tobey Miliken with a slap.
Elektroshock executes a powerslam on Tobey Miliken.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Elektroshock hits Tobey Miliken with a kick to the head.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Elektroshock.

JR: The action has fallen out of the ring. Eletroshock whips Tobey into the corner post.

King: I think Tobey is busted open.

JR: Tobey is lacerated by that post shot. NOw Elektroshjock is dragging TObey up the rampway..... Bodyslam on the ramp.

King: That is going to leave a mark.

JR: Elektroshock is now rushing back to the ring and rolls under but rolls back out.

King: Just long enough to break any count the referee may have going.

JR: Now Elektroshock is rubbing the face of Tobey Miliken into the rampway.

Elektroshock takes Tobey Miliken down with a flying axhandle.
Elektroshock is met with a mixture of cheers and boos.

They get back into the ring.
Tobey Miliken hits Elektroshock with a missile dropkick.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Tobey Miliken nails Elektroshock with the Rolling Thunder.
Tobey Miliken is getting a ticked look amidst all the boos.
Tobey Miliken hits a swinging neckbreaker on Elektroshock.
Tobey Miliken seemingly enjoys the boos.
Tobey Miliken goes for neckbreaker, but Elektroshock blocks it.

JR: The referee has been knocked down.

King: Tobey has grabbed Elektroshock's tazer!!!!! Where did that come from?

JR: I have no idea but he is about to use it.

King: This is sad. Tobey is going to use Elektroshock's own tazer on him.

JR: Elektroshock just kicked that tazer out of Tobey's hand!!!!

King: I can't believe it!!!!

JR: Elektroshock has that tazer now and just shot Tobey with it!!!!!

King: The referee is trying to get up.

JR: Elektroshock throws the tazer out of the ring and is now covering Tobey!!!!

JR: Shawn is distracting the referee?

King: He should have distracted him a lot quicker than this.

JR: WHAT IN THE WORLD.

(Through the crowd there comes a fan wearing a "Prime Time" sweat shirt and a hood covering most of his face and a pair of blue jeans. The body guards step aside and let him enter the ring. When he enters the ring he rips off the sweat shirt and reveals that it is Tobey Miliken.)

KING: WHAT IS GOING ON?

JR: SHAWN DID IT, HE PULLED IT OFF.

KING: Pulled what off? You mean there are two of these morons?

JR: Uh...

King: Now Tobey is going quickly for his finisher, the submission move he calls "The Directors Choice".

JR: Will Electroshock tap out.

KING: Wait! Did the other Tobey roll out of the ring?

JR: Let me re-read the script. (There is a long pause as JR reads the script again.) No, he didn't!

KING: The ref is calling for the bell! He just DQed Tobey for having a moronic twin!

*DING DING*

JR: This has to be the dumbest thing I've seen since Kurt Dangle tried this months ago!

KING: But at least Kurt's double was smart enough to roll out of the ring and hide! HA HA HA!

LILLY: The winner by DQ is Elektroshock!

(Suddenly, Yesterday by StainD plays over the PA)

King: YAHHHHH! That’s Kolic’s music!

JR: Maybe he’ll reveal what that mystery paper was!

(Kolic swaggers out with a mic and a look of triumph)

Kolic: Miliken. You love running your mouth off at everyone, don’t you?
You’ve made just about everyone in the BMWF into an enemy. But this...(Kolic
holds up the paper) this could get you out of any revenge they may have
planned. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a movie contract.

JR: So that’s what it is!

King: Miliken finally got a job!

Kolic: It’s not just any contract. This is for a movie starting Christina
Ricci, with Miliken playing her love interest! Excuse me a
moment...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

(Miliken is visibly angered in the ring)

Kolic: Poor Christina must be REALLY desperate! Anyway...this role would
keep Miliken away from the BMWF for a while, and we can’t let that happen
can we? I want him here for a long, long time. That being said, I will do my
part to keep Tobey around for many beatings to come.

(Kolic, in dramatic fashion, tears the contract in half. Tobey is going
crazy in the ring.)

Kolic: You know what turning down this kind of role means, don’t you? It
means you’ll never work in Hollywood again!

(Kolic spits on the contract and grinds it under his heel. Tobey climbs out
of the ring and charges at Kolic. Kolic, ready for him, hits another Binary
Blast. Rollins runs to help Miliken.)

Kolic: Woah, Shawn, unless you want a Blast yourself, you’ll step back. Now
that I’ve ended one career, maybe you’ll focus on this one. If you’re smart,
you’ll quit so I can claim two careers. Never, NEVER, mess with me Miliken,
or I’ll take you out of the BMWF myself.

(Kolic walks to the back as Yesterday plays over the PA)

JR: Kolic may have just ended Miliken’s movie career!

King: That’s what he just said! I guess White Lightning isn’t the only
career killer!

JR: We’ll be right...

KING: Wait! Is it legal for Kolic to make up a movie contract and have Tobey jump out of the ring and charge him?

JR: Well, I hear that our good buddy Maverick is going to law school! Maybe he can take the case and clear up this confusion!

KING: Maverick the Lawyer? YAHH!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens in front of the half open locker  room door of BMWF Diva
Rachel Pitt, where screaming can be heard)

JR: What is going on in there?

(The camera inches closer to the door, peeking inside to find Rachel and
Tyrone in an argument)

Rachel: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE CONFUSED?!!!

Tyrone: Rachel...

Rachel: Tyrone, no! Remember what she did to you?!

Tyrone: She apologized for it...

Rachel: APOLOGIZED MY...

Tyrone: Rachel!!!

Rachel: Look at what she's doing, Tyrone! She wanted to drive us apart! You
almost let her do it once with that stupid tape, and now you're going to
believe her after all the lies she's fed you in the past.

Tyrone: All I'm sayin' is dat we talked 'bout everyt'in'. I promised her I'd
always be dare for her, an' right now she needs me... I'm all she's got,
whet'er you like it or not.

Rachel: Well, after tonight, she's going to need the intensive care unit of
the nearest hospital, because I'm gonna beat the living (beep) out of her. I
WON'T lose you, Tyrone... Not again. I refuse to do so!

Tyrone: I can't... I wish I could tell ya dat ya won't... but I can't... I
dunno anymore. I love ya, Rach... but... She's... she's....

(Rachel's face is hit with shock)

Rachel: Don't....

Tyrone: Rachel...

Rachel: Don't you even finish that statement..... I won't hear it Tyrone...
I won't! Tonight, you come home with me.... if it's the last thing I do, I
swear I will destroy her!

(Rachel heads for the door. The camera moves back. She walks out and down
the hallway)

JR: The Hardcore Match between Rachel and Sarah will take place a little bit
later. It looks to be an emotion-driven event!

>>>

(The sold out crowd is cheering and holding up signs when the Bruisertron comes to life. It shows a beat up olive green Ford pickup with tinted windows roar into the stadium parking lot and come to a screeching halt. The passenger door slams open and Scrappy Joe Tunny shoots out and starts power walking to the back entrance with a look of intense concentration on his face. Michael Bole comes running up with a microphone in hand.)

Bole: Tunny, I’d like to get your thoughts…

(Tunny snatches the mic away from Bole.)

Tunny: Bole, I haven’t got the time or the patience for your *bleep*!

(The crowd starts to boo.)

Tunny: I’m here to do two things tonight, an’ neither one ‘a them includes talkin’ to you! First, I’m gonna wipe the mat with those three losers – Pretty Boy Valentino, Skirt Wearin’ Zeke, an’ Billy Boy Black! An’ second, I’m gonna get the heck outta this hell-hole of a town!

(The crowd boos even louder. Shouts of “Go home to Jersey!” can be heard.)

Tunny: Really, LA makes Three Mile Island seem like a tropical paradise!

(Tunny’s face looms large in the Bruisertron as he looks into the camera.)

Tunny: But make no mistake about it – when I’m in the ring tonight, when I’m lookin’ at those three ugly faces standin’ across from me, it don’t matter where we are or what jacked up losers are in the crowd – I’m gonna let all hell loose, an’ those three are gonna learn what happens to them who mess with Scrappy Joe Tunny!!!

(Tunny throws the microphone back to Bole and storms off into the arena’s back entrance.)

JR: Tunny looks to be in the zone tonight!

King: He’s got to be! He’ll be in the ring with three wrestlers who hate his guts in the first of two –count ‘em, two – four-way matches we have for you tonight at No Way In!

>>>

>>>

(We are outside the building with Cherri Runnels.)

Cherri: Hi everybody....gee, it's kind of cold tonight, isn't it? Well
anyway, tonight I have a request to make of all BMWF fans. I know that you haven't
seen me on TV for a while now, and I'm sure some of you have been wondering if
I was still even emptyed. Well, I am, but with the latest round of budget cuts
in WWFE, I am slightly on edge. So please, write to the BMWF headquarters.
Tell them you want to see more of me, or else I may-

(Suddenly, the Eco-Mobile swerves in and parks right near Cherri. The
Eco-System steps out sporting new sunglasses and brandishing their belts as the crowd
inside boos loudly.)

Inferno: What's up Cherri? Waiting to interview us?

Cherri: Well, not right now. I'm making an announcement presently.

Mineral: (lowering his shades) EXCUSE me?

Cherri: I'm making an announcement, so if you don't mind-

Aquatic: (grabbing the microphone out of Cherri's hands) We DO mind! Cherri,
what in the Hell, Norway makes you think that you have the right to turn us
down for an interview if we want one? Cherri, we are the CHAMPIONS! We OWN two
of the 4 types of division in this federation! And you're treating us like
second-class citizens.

Cherri: Guys, I was really in the middle of something! You're being very
disrespectful!

Inferno: (laughing) DISRESPECTFUL! Cherri, you're so amusing, because you're
trash and you don't even realize it. You have no value to this fed or anyone
in it, and if you think that you're just going to brush us off........well, we
don't have to go there
, do we?

(Mineral cracks his knuckles for emphasis, and Cherri takes the hint.)

Cherri: O-o-ook. (Cherri carefully takes her microphone back from Aquatic.)
In that case, I guess I can handle a quick interview. Let me ask you this then:
how do you think you guys stack up against the quality of others in this
federation?

(Inferno and Aquatic look shocked, but Mineral calmly takes the microphone.)

Mineral: Cherri, Cherri, Cherri.......this is why I wonder what value you
have here. You ask us how we stack up against others....such a foolish question.
I ask this of you Cherri: What do you see around Aquatic's waist?

Cherri: Er....the Woman's Championship?

Mineral: Very good. Now, what do you see around the waists of Inferno and
myself?

Cherri: The Tag Team Championships?

Mineral: You're gettting the hang of it now! So tell me Cherri, what does
that make the Eco-System?

Cherri: The champions?

Mineral: (smiling) Cherri......I think you just answered your own question
about how we stack up. The championship gold proves our greatness, just as it
proves the greatness of our stable, Prime Time.

Cherri: What about the bW-

Inferno: NEVER MENTION THEM! I-I-I mean, you wouldn't want your pretty little
body broken over something as trivial as bringing up that out-of-date
"Brotherhood", would you.?

Cherri: (frightened now) Certainly not........

Aquatic: Good to hear it. Come on guys, let's go inside.

(The Eco-System enters the building.)

FADE

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

Fighting out of Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 242 pounds...

Ezekiel

(The arena lights fade)

P.A: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT

(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 black hooded cloak. In one hand he carries the chair, in the other a set of handcuffs)

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 handcuffs 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…

(Ezekiel climbs into the ring and stands in the centre. The cloak drops to the ground revealing him in a white leather kilt and white boots)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Chuck Tunny...
From Newark, NJ...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Scrappy" Joe Tunny

(The building lights suddenly switch off and numerous white spotlights swing crazily in every direction. “Welcome to the Jungle” by GNR bursts forth from the speakers.)

JR: Here comes Joe Tunny! He looked very intense earlier tonight. I think he’ll be pulling out all the stops in this match!

King: Still, it may take more than he’s got to overcome three opponents!

(A pyro explosion goes off on the stage, followed by twelve more, filling the stage with smoke. As the house lights rise slightly, Scrappy Joe Tunny emerges from the smoke with his brother Chuck following behind him. Tunny is dressed in dirty jeans cut off just below the knees and a white tank top with “Kill or BE Killed” written on the front and “That’s the law of the JUNGLE” written on the back.)

JR: Look at the fire in his eyes, King! He looks meaner than a pitbull in heat!

King: If he starts coming our way, I’m outta here, JR!

(Tunny runs up to the ring, jumps up onto the apron and hops over the top rope. He immediately starts shadow boxing.)

JR: No need to worry, King. It seems that Tunny is as focused as I’ve ever seen him!

LILLY: Their opponent...
Led to the ring by Rob Young...
Fighting out of Albany, NY...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

Randy Valentino

LILLY: Their opponent...
Fighting out of Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black

*DING DING*

JR: They lock up.
Ezekiel goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Randy Valentino counters it with
an elbowsmash.
Randy Valentino goes for a bulldog, but Ezekiel counters it with
an armbar submission.
Randy Valentino reaches the ropes after being locked up for 6 seconds.
Ezekiel whips Randy Valentino into the ropes.
Randy Valentino hits Ezekiel with an elbow.
Randy Valentino puts Ezekiel in a crossface chickenwing.
Ezekiel reaches the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.

JR: Valentino sent into the corner by Ezekiel. Ezekiel landing some educated punches on Valentino.

*THUD*

JR: Black with a massive clothesline on Ezekiel sending him crashing him to the outside. These two still have unfinished business from Bedlam, after that callous attack from Black after the match

King: Old Zeke’ should’ve followed the plan…

JR: What’s Black up to, he’s knocked the time keeper off his chair

King: He’s going to show Zeke how to use a chair properly!

JR: The referee is busy with Tunny and Valentino, Black bearing down on Ezekiel chair overhead

*CRACK*

JR: Drop toe hold!!! Black’s head just cracked off the chair…

King: That’s cheating, ref disqualify Ezekiel!!!

CROWD: See the light! See the light! See the light! See the light!

JR: Black sent headfirst into the steal steps. Ezekiel looking for some revenge after Bedlam.

King: By cheating!

JR: Black did pick up the chair first King. Ezekiel rolls Black back into the ring.

Randy Valentino uses a huricanrana on Ezekiel.
The crowd is booing Randy Valentino.
Randy Valentino runs into the ropes.
Randy Valentino hits Ezekiel with a kick.
Randy Valentino goes for a moonsault, but Ezekiel gets his knees up.
Ezekiel takes Randy Valentino down with a belly-to-back suplex.
Ezekiel locks Randy Valentino in a guillotine choke.
William Black makes the save.
Randy Valentino nails Ezekiel with an arm bar.
Randy Valentino takes Ezekiel down with a huricanrana.

JR: Ezekiel charges Black, Tunny charges Valentino! Tunny trading blows with Valentino as Ezekiel backs Black up to the corner! Ezekiel hits Black with a hard right hook to the torso, doubling him over. Tunny with the upper hand over Valentino, hitting him with hard rights and lefts. Now Ezekiel taking Black toward the center of the ring in a headlock. But Black gouges the eyes to break the hold! Black hooks up Ezekiel, and hits a vertical suplex just as Tunny hits Valentino with a jaw breaker! Black and Tunny take their opponents into opposite corners. They look at each other, it looks like they are coordinating their next move. Black and Tunny with their opponents backed up in the corner, they Irish whip their opponents toward each other…but both moves are reversed!

(Black and Tunny get propelled toward each other, but Tunny launches himself forward and hits Black with a flying forearm smash.)

King: Quick thinking by Tunny! Who woulda thought?!

JR: Joe Tunny locks Ezekiel in a chokehold.
Len Stanley warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Tunny whips Ezekiel into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits Ezekiel with an elbow.

JR: Ezekiel hits Black with a punch. Ezekiel with another punch. Black with a left. Ezekiel hits the mat. Scrappy Joe with a hard right hand puts Black into the corner. Randy Valentino hits Scrappy Joe from behind with a forearm. Ezekiel hits Valentino from behind with a punch! All four men are trading punches! We have a SLOBBER KNOCKER GOING ON HERE! Valentino irish whips Ezekiel into the corner. Scrappy Joe Irish whips Black-No reversal Joe Tunny slams into the same corner, crushing Ezekiel. Black ducks a punch! Irish whip from William Black sends Valentino into the same corner! Three men smashed into the very same corner! Valentino hits the mat, Tunny hits the mat, Ezekiel slumps to the bottom turnbuckle!

King: JR, I think you need to calm down a little! This isn't the first time you've seen that happen is it?

JR: I'm just trying to call the match...

JR: Tunny and Ezekiel exchange wild lefts and rights in the ring. Armbar takedown by Ezekiel, he’s got the submission locked in. Tunny trying to make his way to the ropes.

King: NO! Someone break the hold!

JR: Valentino with a kick to the head of Ezekiel. Valentino with some hard stomps to the gut of Ezekiel.

(Valentino lifts Ezekiel to his feet and whips him into the corner)

JR: Valentino looking to capitalize… a big splash on Ezekiel.

CROWD: YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK

JR: Valentino looks annoyed at the crowd, he’s taunting them while he should be concentrating on the match

King: Have you seen all the ugly people here, Valentino would have to work on the crowd for the next three weeks.

JR: Valentino looking for another splash on Ezekiel. Ezekiel sidesteps, Valentino into the turnbuckle.

(Valentino staggers a few steps back, and the crowd gives a big pop)

JR: Ezekiel with a stiff kick, looks to be setting Valentino up… gutwrench to powerbomb.

JR: Black with an irish whip puts Valentino into the ropes. SPINEBUSTER! Valentino hit hard. Black goes for the cover. 1, 2, - Joe Tunny breaks up the pinfall. Ezekiel hits Tunny from behind. Black slides outside of the ring, dragging Randy Valentino with him. Black hits a few punches on Valentino, before sliding back inside the ring.

(Ezekiel and Joe Tunny are brawling around the ring. Black slides in behind them. Ezekiel gets dumped over the top rope by Scrappy Joe, sending him crashing to the floor below.)

King: Look at this!

JR: Black with a quick roll up on Joe Tunny! The ref starts with the count! 1, 2, - shoulder up! Wow, that was close... Black hits a few punches on Scrappy Joe. Black with a bodyslam, and it's time to go to work with a series of signature fist drops.

King: Ezekiel is starting to get back to his feet. Randy Valentino is still down

(Black and Valentino are brawling outside the ring, leaving Ezekiel and Tunny in the squared circle)

JR: Ezekiel on the mat, Tunny’s slapping him on the back of the head

King: And he’s trash talking him too, I wonder how Tunny’s visits to the head doctor are coming along?

(Tunny helps Ezekiel to his feet and immediately knocks him down again)

JR: Big right hand by Tunny, Ezekiel down again.

(Tunny turns to the crowd and raises his arms, who in return boo him)

JR: The crowd making their voices heard here tonight. Tunny with Ezekiel back up, swings… no! Ezekiel ducks – Inquisition!!!! Both men on the ground. Ezekiel rolls onto Tunny

Len Stanley counts: One, two, Chuck Tunny puts Joe Tunny's foot on the rope.

JR: Tunny and Ezekiel have spilt out onto the floor and are exchanging blows! Oh no! They’re moving over toward us!

King: YAAAH! I’m getting out of here!

(JR and the King throw off their headsets and back away seconds before Tunny sends Ezekiel crashing into the announcers’ table. Tunny closes in as Ezekiel lays face down on the table. Tunny takes Ezekiel by the hair and starts slamming his head on the table. The crowd counts along.)

Crowd: 1…2…3…4…5…6...7…8…9…10!!!

(Tunny picks up Ezekiel’s head again, and lets it fall back down on its own. The crowd is cheering, but Tunny spits out into the crowd before making his way back into the ring. Ezekiel slowly slips down off the table onto the floor, and JR and the King return to their posts.)

JR: Sorry about that folks. We didn’t want to get involved in that altercation!

King: Hey, JR, they got the table all sweaty!

JR: Not to mention the blood!

King: YEEECHH!!!

JR: Meanwhile, Black has been chopping Valentino in the corner! Valentino is holding himself up the corner, but looks very weak!

King: Black wants to go for a corner splash, JR! But Tunny is back in the ring!

JR: Look at this – Tunny is encouraging Black to make the splash! He wants to see Valentino suffer! Here comes Black at a dead run…he’s in the air…SPLASH! Valentino was squashed!

(As Black rebounds backwards from the corner splash, Tunny grabs him around the waist and using Black’s momentum delivers a belly-to-back suplex.)

King: Oh! So was Black! He should never have trusted Tunny! Now Tunny’s in control. He picks up Black and delivers a back breaker onto his knee! Black is writhing in pain, holding his back!

JR: Tunny usually uses that as a submission move, but he must know that that isn’t a good idea when there are two opponents who can make the save. Ezekiel has somehow gotten himself up and has entered the ring as Tunny picks up Black. Tunny whips Black toward Ezekiel – Ezekiel with a back drop sending Black flying over the top rope!

King: Black defied gravity, JR…until he hit the floor, that is!

JR: Now Ezekiel rushes Tunny, but Tunny kicks him down low!

King: Oh! Right in the jewels!

JR: And now Tunny connects with a jawbreaker on Ezekiel! Tunny is focusing on Ezekiel, but he doesn’t see Valentino on the top rope! Valentino jumps down with a double axehandle on Tunny’s back!

JR: Hard suplex on Scrappy Joe from William Black. Scrappy Joe got planted. Randy Valentino hits Black with a punch. Black blocks a punch and returns the favor, flooring Valentino. Scrappy Joe got back on his feet. Black floors him with a pair of punches. Ezekiel is next! Ezekiel is doubled over with a kick to the midsection. Implant DDT just spikes Ezekiel face first into the mat. Black goes for the cover, One! Two! Thr--Valentino just broke the count up!

King: That was close!

JR: Tell me about it!

JR: Ezekiel rushes in with a clothesline at the ropes sending him and Black over to the outside! Valentino whips Tunny into the ropes and goes for a dropkick, but Tunny holds on to the ropes and slides down to the outside.

King: That move may get him a few moments rest in a regular match, but he’s still got two opponents on the outside in this one, JR!

JR: Black gets up, Ezekiel gets up. Ezekiel rushes Black…Black with a spinebuster on Ezekiel!

King: Right onto the cement floor! My, that’s brutal!

JR: Look at this, Valentino has climbed to the top turnbuckle, facing Ezekiel. He leaps…450 splash onto Ezekiel! Holy…well, just listen to the crowd!

Crowd: Holy *bleep*! Holy *bleep*! Holy *bleep*!

JR: Never mind! This is a family show!!

KING: Sorry, but that track is not available on the BMWF Chant CD!

JR: We now join our regularly scheduled RP already in progress!

King: That may have been a spectacular move, but Valentino hurt himself as well!

(Valentino is holding his ribs as he crouches on the floor.)

JR: I doubt Black will pass up this opportunity! He picks up Valentino, kicks him in the gut, and delivers a DDT onto the floor!

King: Black is using the cement floor as an ally, JR!

JR: Now he picks up Valentino…he’s going for the Empty Chamber! But Tunny comes in from behind and delivers a low blow, sending Black down to the ground!

King: Black forgot that he had to deal with three opponents, not only two!

JR: Now Tunny picks up Black. He’s leading him around the outside by the scruff of his neck. Tunny’s choking Black on the guard rail! The ref starts to count. Tunny breaks the choke hold on the count of four. He leads Black around to the corner, and sends Black head first into the corner post! Now Tunny sends Black into the ring, and takes one of his legs to each side of the ring post. No, no, Tunny! Don’t do it! He’s gonna do it!

*WHAM!*

King: YAAAH! Black will be singing falsetto now!

JR: Tunny re-enters the ring as Black holds his groin in silent agony. He picks up Black, delivers a forearm to the head to back him up into the corner. Tunny with an Irish whip, but he holds on and sends Black back into the same corner! Black hits the turnbuckles face forward, and rebounds backwards! Tunny grabs him from behind and delivers a belly-to-back!

King: Tunny on the offensive, but Valentino has re-entered the ring! Tunny picks up Black and whips him toward Valentino. And Valentino dropkicks him! Tunny’s going for the pin! One, two…but Valentino makes the save!

JR: Ezekiel swings at William Black. Black ducks, Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber out of
nowhere! Ezekiel is down!

(Ezekiel rolls outside of the ring, hitting the ground.)

JR Valentino is next! Empty Chamber 03 on Valentino! William Black is clearing house!

(Valentino also rolls outside of the ring, hitting the ground with a splat and a thud.)

King: Scrappy Joe is next! Watch!

JR: William Black hooks Scrappy Joe up for an Empty Chamber! This is gonna be it folks!

King: Hey Scrappy Joe blocked it!

JR: Joe Tunny counters the Empty Chamber with an elbow to the side of the head. Joe
Tunny fights back with some punches. William Black ducks a punch. Irish whip sends Joe Tunny into the ropes! SPINEBUSTER practically kills Scrappy Joe!

(William Black waits in the corner for Scrappy Joe to get up.)

King: He's got that forearm raised! We know what happens next!

JR: Listen to this crowd!

Capacity Crowd: Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom! Feel the Boom!

JR: Scrappy Joe climbs to his feet! He hasn't seen William Black! Black comes flying out of the corner with a headful of steam! Flying Forearm connects and Scrappy Joe is once again down!

(Black smacks Scrappy Joe in the back of the head, dragging him to his feet. He hooks
him up for the Empty Chamber, points to somebody in the audience, and then down at the
middle of the mat.)

JR: Black with the Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber folks! This one is all over but the crying. Black goes for the pin. 1! 2!

Chuck Tunny pulls the ref out of the ring!

JR: Black has really worn down Valentino! He’s setting him up, King! The Empty Chamber is coming! Aaaand…

*BOOOM!!!*

JR: Empty Chamber on Valentino! Valentino’s out! But here comes Ezekiel! He attacks Black from behind! Black with a back elbow to Ezekiel’s gut! Black turns around, swings…but Ezekiel ducks, and…

*CRACK!!!*

King: Ezekiel with the Inquisition from out of nowhere! Did you see that? Wow!

JR: Here comes Tunny, but he’s caught by Ezekiel. Ezekiel is going for another Inquisition…but Tunny powers out of it, and hits Ezekiel with a right hook to the ribs! And follows up with a sharp jab to his face!

King: Tunny may have broken Ezekiel’s nose there, JR! Look at all the blood flowing out!

JR: Tunny picks up Ezekiel, and brings him down hard with a back breaker! Now Tunny picks up Valentino, and throws him head first over the top rope!

King: Right onto Rob Young! Valentino just took out his own manager!

JR: Tunny picks up Black. He places Black’s head beneath his arm, and hooks onto his tights. Black is up in the suplex position! Tunny maneuvering over to the ropes. What? He just let Black down feet first onto the ring apron outside the ropes! What’s Tunny doing? Tunny takes a few steps back, and lunges forward, pushing Black off the apron, backwards onto the Spanish announcers’ table!

KING: Move it Chavo and Mando!

*CRAACK!!!*

King: Dios mio!

JR: What did you just say?

KING: I don't know! I no speak Spanish!

JR: Ezekiel grabs Tunny from behind, going for a belly-to-back, but Tunny holds onto the ropes! Tunny breaks Ezekiel’s hold with an elbow to the face! Now Tunny with a knee to the gut! And a neck breaker! Ezekiel is down and Black and Valentino are not moving on the outside! Now is Tunny’s chance! Here’s the pin! One, two, thr…NO!!! Ezekiel gets his shoulder up! Tunny is besides himself! He though he had this match won! Now Tunny picks Ezekiel up and sends him into the ropes. Ezekiel bounces off, and is met with a dropkick to the face by Tunny! Chuck Tunny is pounding the mat from the outside! He can feel his brother’s momentum! Tunny with a knee drop onto Ezekiels back, and now he straddles Ezekiel. This is it! Tunny locks on the Pain Central! Ezekiel has reached the ropes before with this hold, but now he’s in the middle of the ring! There’s no one to help him! He’s in pain, King!

King: He’s in Pain Central, JR! I don’t think he can hold on much longer!

JR: Wait! Black is getting to his feet! What a fighter! He slides into the ring…but Chuck Tunny grabs his tights! Chuck Tunny is keeping Black from making the save!

King: Ezekiel’s tapping! He’s tapping! Tunny has won the match! We have a winner!!!

JR: Ezekiel submits after 15 seconds.
A few fans are booing Joe Tunny.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Joe Tunny!

(Tunny releases the hold and rolls out of the ring just as Black enters, having kicked Chuck Tunny away. Joe and Chuck Tunny stand on the rampway facing the ring, where Chuck raises his brother’s hand in victory. The two brothers exit, leaving the
other three wrestlers nursing their wounds in the ring.)

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JR: There have been festivities all over LA this week. Let’s show you one of them!

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Dreadnaught signing autographs at a sports store. He is wearing a Shaq jersey and a BMWF baseball cap. The fans go crazy and he shakes many of their hands as they get autographs.)

King: They better check for their watches!

JR: Will you be serious!

KING: I am! Look at the one Dread is wearing! It's mine!

(The scene then changes to live as Dreadnaught is seen walking into the Staples Center. He is still dressed in a Lakers jersey and the fans go nuts as he is seen in the Bruisertron. Dreadnaught walks by the camera and then pauses. He walks back, looks directly into the camera and shows the “W” sign with his hand.)

King: What does that mean?

JR: I don’t know, but these fans sure do!

(Dreadnaught walks off and continues down the hall.)

King: He better be ready, he is in for a fight tonight!

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PA: For all those who thought I fell off.....

I'M STILL DA BADDEST (beep)!!!

(There's a shot of pink pyro as Trina's "The baddest (beep)" hits the PA.
Sarah Lyn walks out with a barbwire base ballbat in hand)

JR: OH MY! It seems that indeed this will be a hardcore match! The BMWF's
first Ladies Hardcore Match in history!

King: You think Sarah and Rachel raided Tyrone's house for weapons to use in
this match JR? HA HA!

JR: I wouldn't be surprised, King!

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

PA: No attorneys
To plead my case
No orbits
To send me in and outta space

(The Queen of Hearts walks out dressed in a white blouse and pinstripe skirt with matching jacket. She saunters on the stage, as Clancy follows closely behind. She claps her hands and lifts her cane up into the air. She swings around and then strides down the ramp. She walks up the stairs and enters the ring as Clancy holds down the middle rope and pushes up the top rope.)

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

(Rachel walks over to the referee, and kicks off her stiletto heels.)

JR: Sarah has that barbwire bat. Look out Rachel!

*SMACK*

KING: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

JR: OH MY WORD!!! SARAH LYN HIT RACHEL PITT RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH THE
BAT!!!

KING: RACHEL'S FACE!!!!

*DING DING*

*SMACK*

JR: OH MY WORD!!!!! SHE JUST HIT RACHEL AGAIN!!!

KING: NOT THE PUPPIES!!!

JR: Sarah is now rubbing Rachel's face in her own blood!

KING: I curse whoever came up with this match!!!

JR: It was Sarah Lyn who did!

KING: Well... then I curse whoever let them actually go through with this
match!!!

JR: The girls are taking this backstage!

Rachel Pitt just nailed Sarah Lyn with a mop handle!
Rachel is actually DRAGGING Sarah down the hallway by her hair!
They battling it out in somebody's locker room.

King: It's Tobey Miliken's locker room!!!

JR: What? How do you know?!

King: Well, look at that poster of Tyrone on his wall, it says "To Tobey,
my favorite little pee-girl on it"! Not to mention the pink suitcases in the
corner and the pair of Tyrone Smith thongs from the BMWF Store that are
laying on the couch.

JR: I've always wondered who bought the ONLY pair of Tyrone Smith thongs
that were sold.

Well, it looks like Tobey left a few appliances on. Rachel has just picked
up a steaming hot iron and it doesn't look good for Sar....

*HIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

JR: DEAR LORD!!! RACHEL JUST PLUNGED THE IRON INTO SARAH'S STOMACH!!!
SARAH'S SKIN IS GETTING SCORCHED!!!!!

King: Puppies are being destroyed, perfect tummies are being singed! I blame
this on Tyrone!! Making these two beautiful girls fight over him!

JR: These two girls are seriously going at it! Rachel just slammed Sarah's
face into a candy vending machine.
Rachel suplex Sarah through one of the merchandise tables!

King: They better look out, they're getting close to that escalator JR!

JR: I think Rachel is doing this on purpose. She's holding Sarah's head
pretty close to those steps...

OH MY!!! RACHEL HAS SARAH'S HAIR CAUGHT IN THE ESCALATOR STEPS!!!

King: What is she trying to do JR?! She's lifting her head up now!

JR: She's trying to rip Sarah's hair right out of her head!

*RIP*

King: And it looks like with persistence, she has succeeded....

JR: And now you can add to the injuries these two have accumulated a
baldspot on Sarah Lyn.

KING: They're fighting all the way back to the ring!

JR: They're back into the ring!

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

JR: What the-you have got to be kidding me!

(Cold "Stupid Girl" plays over the PA System as Aquatic runs down to ringside
with a lead pipe and a microphone in hand. She quickly hops up to the ring
and faces the two fighting women.)

Aquatic: Now hold on one second....(the crowd is booing Aquatic)...SHUT UP!
Now, you both have been fighting absolutely tremendously out here,and I really
do appreciate strong feuds among women, I really do. BUT.....somehow I feel
obliged to take a side here.

JR: Sarah and Rachel have stopped for a moment and are watching Aquatic. I
don't think either of them know what she's doing here!

Aquatic: But the question is....what side? I could align with Prime Time
against the women that has driven them apart....(looks at Sarah Lyn)....or I could
finally take my long-supressed revenge on the woman who even now continues to
steal my glory.....
ooks at Rachel Pitt.)....a difficult decision. (Aquatic closes her eyes.)
Eeny meeny miney moe, catch a tiger by the toe, if-

(A frustrated Sarah and Rachel double dropkick Aquatic out of the ring.
Aquatic is stunned, and Rachel and Sarah begin tussling around on the mat again.)

King: HA HA! Aquatic just landed on her cute little butt! Eeny meeny miney
moe never works!

Aquatic: (regaining her composure) Well that's how it is....you've both made
up my mind.

(Aquatic slides back in the ring and pulls Rachel Pitt off Sarah Lynn.
Rachel's eyes get big, and Aquatic nails her with a lead pipe.)

JR: My goodness, you could hear the THUD of that pipe from here!

(Sarah quickly goes to pin Rachel, but Aquatic pulls her off too. Aquatic
nails her with another shot from the lead pipe, leaving both women lying in the
middle of the ring. Aquatic exits with her arms raised to a cacophony of boos.)

KING: A what-Phoney?

JR: Never mind! The ref is up to an 8 count!

KING: They're getting up slowly!

JR: Rachel grabs a handful of Sarah’s hair and swings her around
Rachel sets up a steel chair in the middle of the ring
Rachel snap suplexes Sarah onto the steel chair
Rachel blatantly chokes Sarah
Sarah gets to her knees and head butts Rachel in the solar plexus
Sarah DDT's Rachel onto the steel chair

King: Oh my gosh! Be careful with that face!

JR: Sarah Lyn skips around the ring taunting Rachel

Sarah lifts Rachel to her feet and spits in Rachel’s face!

King: Gross!

JR: Sarah goes for a clothesline but Rachel ducks

Rachel nails Sarah with a vertical suplex onto the steel chair.

WAIT A MINUTE!

King: It’s Tyrone!

JR: Tyrone Smith is coming to the ring! I wonder what he wants!

King: How does Tyrone always get chicks to fight over him?

(Tyrone paces down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He glances at Rachel who is on top of Sarah Lyn, choking her out.)

JR: We may see a repeat of a few weeks ago!

(Tyrone taps Rachel on the shoulder, and she looks up. Rachel seems a little shocked to see him, but he mouths ‘it’s ok’ to her. Tyrone proceeds to pick up Sarah Lyn and locks her into a HUGE bear hug!)

JR: Tyrone is squeezing the life out of Ms. Lyn!

King: He’s going to kill her!

JR: I don’t think he cares.

(Tyrone drops her and brings her back to her feet and holds her in place. He signals to Rachel, who grabs an aluminum baseball bat, swinging it over her head a few times.)

King: Yikes!

(Rachel aims at Sarah, but Sarah stomps Tyrone’s foot as hard as she can, causing him to release the hold. Sarah quickly ducks and Rachel nails Tyrone right in the face!)

JR: Oh lord! Did you see that!

King: She moved!

JR: That was sickening the way it bounced right off his face!

King: Rachel’s shocked.

(Sarah gets back to her feet and stalks Rachel, who is checking on Tyrone.)

King: Lookout!

JR: Sarah is looking under the ring for something.

(Sarah pulls out a black duffle bag from under the ring. She climbs back in
with the bag and start to empty it. A large mirror, several sticks of
lipstick, hair curlers and hair spray fall out)

King: Looks like Sarah wants to give Rachel a make-over while she beats her
up! HA HA!

JR: Stop it, King! Sarah has the hairsrap

*PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

JR: OH MY! RACHEL IS BLINDED!!!

*SHATTER*

JR: DEAR HEAVENS!!! SARAH SHATTERED THAT MIRROR RIGHT IN RACHEL'S FACE!!!
RACHEL IS OUT COLD!!!

(Sarah then starts to smear the several sticks of lipstick all over Rachel's
face)

JR: This is disgusting! That's not needed!!!

(Sarah laughs and then spits right on Rachel before placing one foot on her
chest)

JR: The referee is making the count.... 1, 2.................3!!!!!!

DING DING!!

LILLY: The winner is Sarah Lyn!

JR: OH NO!!! RACHEL HAS LOST TYRONE!!! SHE SWORE SHE WOULDN'T BUT IT APPEARS
THAT SHE HAS!! WHAT IS TYRONE THINKING NOW?!!!!

We'll be right back!

>>>

(The scene opens in the Prime Time locker room, where
"Mr. Showtime" Vernon Vanderbilt is sitting at his
vanity, preparing his makeup for the evening.)

Vernon:  Tonight, as Neil Young once sang, is the
night.  Tonight, Yours Truly competes in the first
ever Scaffold and Ladders match.  Four men will risk
their pride, their careers, their very lives, in
pursuit of that elusive prize:  championship gold. 

(He begins to unpack his makeup case.)

Vernon:  Pain.  Dreadnaught.  Hardcore Harold.  All of
these men have aspirations that I plan on shattering
tonight.  All three of them will, surely, make the
mistake of standing between me and my gold tonight.
All three of them will take that glamourous plunge
they tempt me.  The sky will be full of falling stars
tonight.  But there is one star that will shine
brighter and burn higher than any other.  That star is
called Vernon Vanderbilt!

(He inspects several lipstick selections before
settling on Maybelline's Forever Metallic Glowing
Ember and applying it.)

Vernon:  Pain.  He's a monster, a brutal, heinous
creature.  He's big, strong, and more than capable of
handling himself in a fight.  Dreadnaught.  We're
talking about a former world champion here, and a man
who is one belt away from completing his grand slam in
the BMWF.  And Hardcore Harold is one tough cookie
himself.  Honestly, I could make fun of these men all
day and all night too, but what it all comes down to
is the fact that they are all excellent competitors.
However...

(He flips on some more lights to better illuminate
himself.)

Vernon: ...they aren't me.  You see, I am more than a
wrestler...I am an entertainer.  My sole purpose in
life is to be a shining beacon, an example of
greatness, a legend in my own time.  I am the yin, the
yang, the up, the down, the silver, the gold,
everything.  I am the Champion of the Continents, and
tonight, I shall leave here with that title intact.
Of course, people think I don't stand a chance against
such rough and tumble competitors.  I can only laugh
at that idea.  The way I see it, I am more likely than
anyone to walk away from this match unscathed.  My
opponents are all renowned for their abilities in a
brawl, their ability to mete out punishment.  Well, I
am known for style, flash, wit, and panache.  It's all
well and good, of course, but there's a side of me
that has only rarely been glimpsed before.
Tonight...I let it out to play.  And when I stand
victorious atop my ladder, holding my defended
treasure aloft for all to see, you can remember what I
am about to tell you:  the show...must...go on!

FADE OUT

>>>


(Cameras go live outside of the to see a Black Viper with white lightning bolts down the sides and a big lightning bolt on the hood pull up to the arena. White Lightning steps out with his signature full white suit and silver sunglasses on. He has a gym bag over his shoulder and the TV Title over the other shoulder. White Lightning begins to walk into the arena when he stops and see Big Kev over at his truck. White Lightning approaches Big Kev.)

White Lightning: Listen Kev, go ahead and leave right now. Tonight I am out to prove that I can do this on my own. I am sick of everyone saying, I only win because of you. They will all see tonight when I kick that senior citizen Scotty Scott's @$$ all of the Staples Center! Anyway, I'll catch you at Bedlam next week!

Kev: What………..

White Lightning: I'm serious man, I gotta run

JR: White Lightning is giving Big Kev the night off? Is he crazy? Either way, White Lightning and Scotty Scott in a Cell Tonight!

(White Lightning walks into the arena leaving Big Kev confused as the camera fades…..)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde...
Fighting out of Breaux Bridge, LA...
Weighing in at 346 pounds...

Truck

P.A.:  BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

(As John Lee Hooker begins to play over the arena's
sound system, Truck steps out to the top of the ramp.
Mr. Clancy R. Beauregarde is right behind him.  Truck
raises his fist in the air and smiles at the crowd.
They make their way to the ring, and Truck enters,
heading to his corner to await the start of the
match.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Coahuila, Mexico...
Weighing in at 255 pounds...

"The Chairman" La Pakka

(The lights go out. The crowd builds in anticipation as suddenly "Thriller" by Michael Jackson begins to play over the PA. A spotlight hits the rampway and La Pakka is seen dancing on the rampway. He begins to walk down the ramp and stops for a small child at ringside. He shakes hands with the child and slides under the rope. La Pakka walks over to Truck. He sniffs around Truck and then holds his nose.)

Pakka: Truck... Have you ever heard of deodorant?

(The crowd laughs as Truck shows signs of frustration.)

Pakka: Truck, your skills stink just about as bad as you do. You have defeated me in the past... I guess you have decided to not bath after your last victory over me as good luck. But essa you will need more than luck to beat me.

*DING DING*

JR: They lock up.
Truck smacks La Pakka with a devastating clothesline .
Truck goes for an atomic drop, but La Pakka blocks it.
La Pakka whips Truck into the ropes.
Truck nails La Pakka with haymaker.
Truck executes a Samoan Drop on La Pakka.
Truck whips La Pakka into the ropes.
La Pakka misses with an elbow.
La Pakka hits Truck with an elbow.
La Pakka hits a spinning leg lariat on Truck.
La Pakka nails Truck with a flying cross body press.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
There are lots of chants for La Pakka.
La Pakka whips Truck into the ropes.
Truck hits La Pakka with a shoulderblock.
Truck runs into the ropes.
La Pakka hits Truck with a spinning leg lariat.
La Pakka catches Truck in an armlock leglock submission.
Joe Finch tells Truck to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Truck nods.
Truck manages to grab the ropes after being trapped for 21 seconds.
La Pakka whips Truck into the ropes, but Truck reverses it.
La Pakka misses with a clothesline.
La Pakka misses with an elbow.

JR: Truck sends La Pakka into the corner chest first.

King: He just knocked the breath out of La Pakka!!!!

JR: Truck goes to follow in. La Pakka ducks but Truck jumps on the second rope.

King: I didn't know Truck had that much agility!!!

JR: La Pakka sniffs and has passed out!!!!

King: Truck just attacked La Pakka with a bodily function!!!! AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!

JR: Truck is off the ropes as he and the referee look to see if anything seriously wrong with La Pakka.

King: They are lifting his arm.

JR: That arm just dropped like an old dish rag. The referee is talking with Truck.

King: The referee is asking Truck about what he did.

JR: Truck is saying that he didn't do anything.

King: Oh no!!! Truck is going to try and give La Pakka CPR!!!!

JR: That is compassion for your fellow wrestler.... Small package on Truck!!!! La Pakka was playing possium!!!!!

King: Never trust a Mexican!!!!!

JR: La Pakka goes for a flying cross body press, but Truck counters it with
a powerslam.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
The cheers for Truck are drowning out the boos.
Truck nails La Pakka with haymaker.
Truck nails La Pakka with a Gorilla Press.
Truck raises his fist in the air.
The cheers for Truck are drowning out the boos.
Truck throws La Pakka into the turnbuckle.
Truck takes La Pakka down with a headsmash into the turnbuckle.
Truck nails La Pakka with a forearm smash.
Truck nails La Pakka with a splash.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Truck raises his fist in the air.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Truck.

JR: Truck's got La Pakka in a dangerous position now!

King: Anyplace where Truck can reach you is pretty
dangerous I'd say!

JR: There he goes!

Truck takes La Pakka down with a massive clothesline.
Truck lays the boots to La Pakka, stomping him into
the mat.

Truck: BOOM BOOM!

Truck backs away as La Pakka tries to stand.

JR: I think we're about to see the Collision here!

*BONK*

KING: YAHH! Truck just knocked himself out!

JR: Look! La Pakka is taking some kind of metal object out of his mask while the ref checks on Truck!

La Pakka does the Pakka dance.
The crowd is going crazy.
La Pakka hits Truck with a single-leg takedown.
La Pakka uses a spinning leg lariat on Truck.
La Pakka executes a flying spinning leg lariat on Truck.
The crowd is going crazy.
La Pakka executes the Twisting Bodyblock on Truck.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is going crazy.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is La Pakka!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Mafioso is about to enter his dressing but stops when he sees Michael Bole
walking down the hallway)

Mafioso: Hey Bole just the..

Bole: Person you wanted to see because you want some airtime?

Mafioso: That's why you get paid the big bucks Bole. You know what's coming.

Bole: That and I've heard it time after time after time but anyways go
ahead. What did you wanna talk about?

Mafioso: Well essa. What I have to say is this: There is alot of talk in the
back that Kolic will beat me tonight and retain the LH title so I'm here to
prove them all wrong.

Bole: So you're not worried that Prime Time will play a role in Kolic
defending his title?

Mafioso: First of all Bole that belt is mine! Kolic is nothing but a
pretender to the throne! As for Prime Time..I just hope that Kolic doesn't
need to rely on his buddies to defeat someone who has been gone for months.

Bole: Speaking of that, can you tell us where you've been since you left the
BMWF?

Mafioso: No Bole not tonight. Tonight I have other things to worry about.
Maybe on next Bedlam I'll have some better answers for ya Bole.

(Mafioso walks into his dressing room leaving Bole wondering about his
answer)

>>>

(The Camera is backstage in the bWo locker room to see White Lightning standing in the locker room with the TV Title around his waist. White Lightning is sitting in a black leather chair.)

White Lightning: The time is here! I've been telling everyone for weeks that Scotty was no legend, and that I am the New Legend of the BMWF! Tonight, everyone will see that to be true. Scotty's midget @$$ is gonna kicked from one side of that cell straight to the other.

(White Lightning takes off the TV Title and stares at it for a moment.)

White Lightning: Some would say, this title is what we are fighting for. But, no they are deeply mistaken. We are fighting for respect. The right to have our names be mentioned with the best in the business. This match is about respect, the same respect that I haven't been getting around here lately, but that all changes tonight! I know people here put Scotty on some sort of pedestal, after tonight I will be the one on that pedestal, and viewed as a legend of the BMWF.

(White Lightning pauses for a moment.)

White Lightning: Tonight, my whole career comes full circle. I am walking out victorious. I am walking out being viewed as the New Legend of the BMWF and I am walking STILL the TV CHAMPION!!

(White Lightning walks out of the picture as the camera fades….)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Pittsburgh, PA...
Weighing in at 245 pounds...

"The Most Celebrated REAL Athlete in Pro-Wrestling" Kurt Dangle

(Kurt Dangle's theme plays as Kurt comes to the stage wearing his stars and stripes singlet. He flexes his neck then walks to the ring as red, white and blue pyro flares on the stage behind him.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Torreon, Mexico...
Weighing in at 210 pounds...

Ultimate Guerrero

PA: Viva la raza!

(The crowd begins to cheer as Ultimate Guerrero’s music kicks up over the PA system. They are rewarded for their applause as Ultimate Guerrero drives a Chevy Impala out from the side of the entranceway. He pulls it out to the side of the stage and puts it into park. He grabs the hydraulics controller and starts to jump the car up and down to the crowd’s delight. He stops the car and hops out over the window. He quickly makes his way down the aisle and slides into the ring. He heads straight to the corner and raises his hands to the crowd as he flips his hair back out of his mask and face. He drops back down to the mat and is handed a microphone.)

Ultimate: Kurt Dangle… you have continued… to think you are something… that you are not. I know… who I am. And I know… who you are. You are… a good athlete. You are… a former… role model. But you are not… a winner… anymore. That is what… I am. A winner. And tonight… No Way In… I prove that. Viva la raza! Viva la familia de Los Guerreros. Viva Ultimate Guerrero!

Kurt: Now just hold on there, bucko! How many of you Guerreros are there, anyway? Which one are you? Choppo, Mondo, Freddie, Pedro, Chico?  Where's your green card? I refuse to wrestle a Guerrero without a green card! It's true!

*DING DING*

JR: They lock up.
Kurt Dangle whips Ultimate Guerrero into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle hits Ultimate Guerrero with a kick.
Kurt Dangle nails Ultimate Guerrero with a neck snap.
A few fans are booing Kurt Dangle, while a few others are cheering him.
Kurt Dangle whips Ultimate Guerrero into the ropes.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Kurt Dangle with a kick.
Ultimate Guerrero uses a fist to the midsection on Kurt Dangle.
Ultimate Guerrero runs into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle almost takes Ultimate Guerrero's head off with a clothesline
Kurt Dangle runs into the ropes.
Kurt Dangle misses with a shoulderblock.
Kurt Dangle misses with a shoulderblock.
Kurt Dangle hits Ultimate Guerrero with a kick.
Kurt Dangle hits an elbowdrop on Ultimate Guerrero.
Kurt Dangle yells, "It's true! It's True!".
A few fans are booing Kurt Dangle, while a few others are cheering him.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
Kurt Dangle runs into the ropes.
Ultimate Guerrero nails Kurt Dangle with a spinebuster slam.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ultimate Guerrero throws Kurt Dangle into the turnbuckle.
Ultimate Guerrero runs shoulder-first into the corner, but Kurt Dangle lifts his
knee.
Kurt Dangle nails Ultimate Guerrero with a waistlock suplex.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, in the ropes...
Kurt Dangle takes Ultimate Guerrero down with a stomp.
Kurt Dangle goes for a dropkick, but Ultimate Guerrero side-steps and
Kurt Dangle only hits air.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Kurt Dangle with a gutwrench suplex.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Ultimate Guerrero executes an elbowdrop on Kurt Dangle.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Kurt Dangle with an elbowdrop.
Ultimate Guerrero almost takes Kurt Dangle's head off with a flying clothesline
Ultimate Guerrero whips Kurt Dangle into the ropes, but Kurt Dangle reverses it.
Ultimate Guerrero smacks Kurt Dangle with a devastating flying clothesline .
Ultimate Guerrero uses an elbowdrop on Kurt Dangle.
Ultimate Guerrero almost takes Kurt Dangle's head off with a flying clothesline
Ultimate Guerrero has the crowd going wild.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Kurt Dangle with a fist to the midsection.
Ultimate Guerrero nails Kurt Dangle with a fist to the midsection.
Ultimate Guerrero takes Kurt Dangle down with an elbowsmash.
Ultimate Guerrero executes a slap on Kurt Dangle.
Ultimate Guerrero yells at the crowd.
A small "Ultimate Guerrero" chant is being started.
Ultimate Guerrero goes for a slap, but Kurt Dangle blocks it.
Ultimate Guerrero begs off.
Kurt Dangle goes for a bodyslam, but Ultimate Guerrero blocks it.
Ultimate Guerrero kicks Kurt Dangle.
The crowd is starting to get behind Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero punches Kurt Dangle.
The crowd is starting to get behind Ultimate Guerrero.
Kurt Dangle kicks Ultimate Guerrero.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Kurt Dangle kicks Ultimate Guerrero.
Kurt Dangle kicks Ultimate Guerrero.
Ultimate Guerrero hits Kurt Dangle.
Ultimate Guerrero kicks Kurt Dangle.
Ultimate Guerrero puts Kurt Dangle in an armbar submission.
Kurt Dangle breaks the hold after 11 seconds.
Ultimate Guerrero runs into the ropes.
Ultimate Guerrero misses with an elbow.
Ultimate Guerrero misses with an elbow.
Kurt Dangle hits Ultimate Guerrero with a backdrop.
Ultimate Guerrero falls out of the ring.
Kurt Dangle goes outside.
Kurt Dangle throws Ultimate Guerrero into the guardrail.
Kurt Dangle goes for a vertical suplex, but Ultimate Guerrero blocks it.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
Ultimate Guerrero throws Kurt Dangle into the guardrail.
Ultimate Guerrero takes Kurt Dangle down with a side suplex.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
Ultimate Guerrero reenters the ring.
Kurt Dangle follows him back in.
Ultimate Guerrero nails Kurt Dangle with a gutwrench suplex.
Jack Slone counts: One, shoulder up.
Ultimate Guerrero throws Jack Slone out of the ring.
Jack Slone is out cold.
Ultimate Guerrero takes Kurt Dangle down with a spinebuster slam.
There is no referee to count.
Jack Slone crawls back into the ring.
Jack Slone is sporting a dazed look but is back on the job.
Jack Slone disqualifies Ultimate Guerrero.
The audience doesn't quite know how to react to Kurt Dangle.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Kurt Dangle!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(Michael Bole is standing by with Scotty Scott.)

Bole: Scotty, you once again go back and are gunning for the TV title.

Scotty: The TV title is an aftathought. What I want moer than anythin' tanight.... Is ta teach that punk kid, White Lightnin', a few lessons. I sat back here and listen ta Lightnin' week afta week. He claims ta be a new legend. But what has he done ta become a legend?

Bole: Well he has been sucessfully defending the TV title.

Scotty: Does that make ya a legend? Does spittin' in muh face make him a legend? I don't think so. White Lightnin', ya think it is all fun and games disrespectin' me? Afta tanight, yer never gonna be the same. That is a promise I make ta ya.

Bole: I also want to address...

Scotty: Dreadnaught, I know that is who ya were 'bout ta say.

Bole: As a matter of fact, he was.

Scotty: Dread, ya think ya got the uppa hand by attackin' me. But alls ya did was get muh attention. So Dread, always rememba this when dealin' wit me... Expect the unexpected. Now Michael Bole, I gotta go get ready for the Cell.

(Scotty Scott walks off.)