(The show opens inside the Nashville Arena Nashville Tennessee. The camera pans the capacity crowd. They are going wild and many signs are seen.)

JR: Hello, everyone! Welcome to the sold out Nashville Arena Nashville Tennessee! Welcome to BMWF Revolution 2004! I'm JR Finnegan along side the King, Gary Brawler, and what a show we have for you tonight! Tonight, World Champion Lowedown puts his title on the line against one of the most vicious men in the BMWF--Tyrone Smith!

KING: I can't believe Tyrone Smith is actually getting a World title shot! I mean...Commissioner Dangle is actually giving a World title shot to a crazy lunatic! Tyrone is a nutcase!

JR: Well, some people say the same thing about World Champion Lowedown!

KING: Oh, yeah, that's right!

PA:YA FEEL ME?!?

KING: YAHHH! He heard you, JR! You're in trouble now!

(Suddenly, "Fever Dog" by Stillwater begins to play as Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame begin to make their way out of the entrance way to a thunderous ovation. Lowedown has the World title draped over his shoulder as he looks out to the sold out crowd and then hoists the title high above his head. The crowd erupts once again as the pyro shoots out from behind them as all three of them begin to make their way down to the ring. Dozer makes his way over to the steps and climbs to the top step and watches his brother leap up to the ring apron. The pyro shoots out from all four corners as Dozer leans back in time to avoid the blast. Lowedown looks over at his brother and shrugs his shoulders before climbing into the ring and holds the World title high above his head once more...)

King:Lowedown almost took his brother's hair right off his skull J.R!

JR:Dozer was almost too close to the pyro! Folks, tonight is going to be one of the World champion's toughest matches!

King:I disagree J.R. I think Lowedown's toughest match was against Wren SilverPhoenix!

(Both J.R and the King pause for a moment and then look at each other...)

JR & King:BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

(Lowedown pauses for a moment as he looks around this sold out arena and then extends his arm out and points to a few of the signs with his name on them. Lowedown then finally makes his way over and grabs a microphone and walks over to hand the World title to his wife Flame. Dozer climbs into the ring and stands in the corner to watch his brother's back as Lowedown begins to speak...)

Lowedown:You know I hear a certain someone talking about his "destiny" of becoming the next World Heavyweight champion. I hear someone talking about the "dawning of a new era" here in the BMWF. Have any of you good people heard the same bunch of bullBLEEP? Ya feel me on this?

Crowd:WE FEEL YA!

Lowedown:So it isn't just me? You've heard it too? Then I'm not losing my mind here. What a relief! You know week after week after week, Tyrone Smith has been on a crusade to take me off the top of the mountain as your World champion.

(Crowd boos)

Lowedown:Well Tyrone, it looks like tonight is your opportunity to see if you can pull it off! Tonight is your night to see if you can step into the cage and not manage to get your Jamaican @$$ burnt to a crisp and walk out of it as the new World champion! You see, I just have one small problem with all of this Tyrone.

(Lowedown pauses as he walks right over to the camera and gets right in front of the lens...)

Lowedown:I'm not looking to lose here tonight! I'm looking to beat your @$$ right here in the center of this ring here tonight in front of all my peeps here and show you exactly why I am the...

FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!
FIVE TIME!

FIVE TIME WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! That is something you won't ever become as long as I'm standing Tyrone! You don't have the talent! You don't have the style! And you sure as hell...don't have the look.

JR:The look? What does he mean by that?

King:I have no idea!

Lowedown:You don't have the look of a champion Tyrone and that is why you won't be a World champion! Of course, if there is Kripsy Kreme doughnut contest here tonight...then I'm sure you're more than qualified to win that one! Ya know what I mean baby?

(Flame jumps off the turnbuckle and makes her way to her husband and takes the microphone away from him...)

Flame:Oh my dear sweet Jamaican jack@$$ Tyrone...why did you put yourself in this position? Aren't you tired of my husband beating you down over and over and over again? Now you are trying to make this match up out of the blue? Do you think for a single second that my husband is afraid of this electrified, barbed wired, cage match? Are you afraid baby?

Lowedown:Nope.

Flame:Are you worried about getting hurt?

Lowedown:Nope.

Flame:And who is going to win this match up tonight?

Lowedown:Me.

Flame:And who is going to remain the World Heavyweight champion?

Lowedown:Me.

Flame:And who is going to electrify Tyrone here tonight and show him why he will never be as good as the World champion?

Lowedown:Oh...IT'S GONNA BE ME!

(Lowedown takes the microphone back and then motions for Dozer to come over and speak with him...)

Lowedown:Now I just got one thing to ask you brother.

Dozer:Ask away brother. I'm open for any questions.

(Lowedown pauses as he clears his throat and begins an impromptu interview...)

Lowedown:Have you heard any response to your challenge to Big Kev for a "Ultimate Muscle" challenge yet?

Dozer:Excellent question brother and I have a simple answer for you. The answer is no. I haven't heard a response from Big Kev, but I honestly never expected much of a response from him.

Lowedown:What do you mean?

Dozer:I never expected it because I think his Alzheimer's caused him to forget what kind of a beatdown I gave him a month ago. When I powerbombed him through a table in the back, I think it caused his geriatric sense of nature kicked in and he doesn't seem to remember what happened to him. So, I think it's time to let Big Kev know one more time. Kev, I'm calling you out one more time. One more time to show these people that you are no longer the "muscle" in this business. You are looking at the muscle of the future and it's time for you to put up or shut up! I'm giving you one week to answer my challenge. Back to you brother.

(Lowedown smiles as he then makes a motion to someone in the back and the cage slowly begins to come down. Lowedown stands in the center of the ring and watches the cage come closer and closer...)

JR:Here comes the cage! Why is the cage coming down?

King:Maybe the match is starting right now!

(Lowedown watches as Flame slides out of the ring and quickly grabs a bag from underneath the ring and throws it in before the cage almost hits the floor. Flame walks over and sits with J.R and the King...)

King:It's nice to see them again...I mean you again.

Flame:It's nice to see you again as well.

JR:Do you know why the cage has been brought down?

Flame:Just a lil' demonstration if you will.

King:What kind of demonstration are we looking at?

Flame:Just wait and see my dear.

King:Did you hear that J.R? She called me dear. She likes me more.

(Lowedown pikcs up the bag and opens the bag up to show a piece of raw steak. Lowedown manages to place the piece of steak onto the cage with a hook and then takes the microphone again...)

Lowedown:What you see here is a piece of flesh here that we will call "Tyrone Jr" if you will. Now, the batteries haven't been hooked up so don't worry just yet. Now, when the batteries are hooked up...

(A few of the BMWF ring crew attach the cables to the cage and then slowly attach the cables to the batteries and the piece of steak suddenly flies off the cage and lands inches from Lowedown's feet. Lowedown picks up the meat and stares at the burns on the meat. The ring crew unhooks the cables and watches the cage slowly rise back up. Lowedown shows the charred steak to the camera as he then drops it back on the floor...)

Lowedown:Look at this rotten piece of flesh here Tyrone! Look at this and see your future Tyrone! If you think that Master Z got burned like one of those overtoasted marshmellows, you have got another thing coming here tonight! I am going to show you all about what happens to people who get in my way. I may talk alot Tyrone, but I sure as hell back it up with these two fists and these two boots! I am what you can never be Tyrone! I am the man who runs this show and I am the man who will show you why I am the best in this business! No if's, and's, or buts about it ya melee mouth sonofableep!

(Lowedown pauses as the crowd chants his name louder than before. Lowedown holds up his hand...)

Lowedown:I'm going to bleed you dry. I'm going to shock the flesh off your bones. And I am going to put you to sleep. THAT...IS THE LOWEDOWN...ON THAT!

("Fever Dog" begins to play again as Lowedown, Dozer, and Flame stand in the middle of the ring and raise their hands high in the air...)

JR:I think Lowedown is ready for this match up!

King:He'd better be! Or he'll be extra crispy before midnight! HAHAHA!

JR:Folks, we'll be right back!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Weighing in at 300 pounds...

Awesome Mike

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by The Embalmer...
From Parts Unknown...
Weighing in at 247 pounds...

Ravnos


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Ravnos runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike goes for a running lariat, but Ravnos ducks out of the way.
Ravnos uses a DDT on Awesome Mike.
Ravnos has the crowd going wild.
Ravnos covers Awesome Mike.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.
Ravnos runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike executes a bodyslam on Ravnos.
Awesome Mike runs into the ropes.
Awesome Mike goes for a lariat, but Ravnos counters it with an armbar submission
.
Awesome Mike is struggling to reach the ropes.
Awesome Mike gets ahold of the ropes after holding out for 6 seconds.
The crowd is behind Ravnos all the way.
Ravnos goes for a powerbomb, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike hits Ravnos with a kick to the head.
Awesome Mike runs into the ropes.
Ravnos misses with a shoulderblock.
Awesome Mike misses with a clothesline.
Ravnos takes Awesome Mike down with a side suplex.
Ravnos drinks some blood out of a cup.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.
Ravnos runs into the ropes.
Ravnos hits Awesome Mike with a kick.
Ravnos is going for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, kickout.
Ravnos drinks some blood out of a cup.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.
Ravnos gets an armbar submission on Awesome Mike.
Awesome Mike makes it to the ropes after being locked up for 14 seconds.
Ravnos goes for a bodyslam, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike goes for a bodyslam, but Ravnos counters it with a facerake.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.
Ravnos uses a spinebuster slam on Awesome Mike.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Ravnos complains about a slow count.
Ravnos drinks some blood out of a cup.
The chants for Ravnos are deafening.
Ravnos whips Awesome Mike into the ropes.
Ravnos misses with a shoulderblock.
Awesome Mike hits Ravnos with a kick.
Awesome Mike goes for a running lariat, but Ravnos ducks out of the way.
Ravnos nails Awesome Mike with a powerbomb.
Rick Patrick counts: One, kickout.
Ravnos goes for an eye gouge, but Awesome Mike blocks it.
Awesome Mike uses an inverted power bomb on Ravnos.
Awesome Mike sets up Ravnos on the turnbuckle.
Awesome Mike hits a superplex on Ravnos.
Awesome Mike goes for a Gorilla Press, but Ravnos blocks it.
Ravnos hits a Hotshot on Awesome Mike.
Ravnos executes the Implant DDT on Awesome Mike.
Ravnos goes for the pin.
Rick Patrick counts: One, two, three.
The crowd is giving Ravnos a standing ovation.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Ravnos!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

*****VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrVRRRRRRRRR*****

(The thunderous sound of a motorcycle is heard as Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski comes cruising down the ramp and into the parking area of the arena.... he pulls into a parking space directly in front of the camera....)

****rrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRR*****

(Sledge revs his engine once more before killing it and swinging off of the bike. Sledge looks down at the bike and begins to remove his saddle bags.)

Sledge: Tonight's the big night.... the childhood dream come true.....

(Sledge slings his bags up onto one shoulder and begins walking toward the arena doors....)

Sledge: Jeez.... it's been since '86 that Bob and I've been friends.... that's nearly twenty years......

(Sledge snickers to himself.... as he continues walking....)

Sledge: Twenty years of watching each others back..... well, eighteen...... eighteen years of un-waivering loyalty..... even when we've been at odds with each other it's always been for the good of the other....

(Sledge reaches down and pulls a phone out of his jacket pocket... he pushes the button and the Nextel direct connect beep sounds....)

*BREEP*

Sledge: Hey Raul....

*BREEP*

Voice (over the line): Jess....

*BREEP*

Sledge: Hey Cruz..... did you get the stuff that Bob and I ordered....

*BREEP*

Voice: Jess.... esss inna locker room mahn......

*BREEP*

Sledge: cool deal man.... see you in a bit.....

(Sledge places the phone back in his pocket, and continues walking to the entrance....)

Sledge: ohh I love it.... I feel it comin on.... tag belts.....

(Sledge seems to suddenly remember something else...)

Sledge: oh yeah...... US title shot against that waste of spaace coward Scotty Scott..... Tonight I'm gonna feel it.....

(A stage hand walking in the area pauses and questions Sledge....)

Stage hand: what are you feeling Sledge?

Sledge: this is memorial day, and the best way to put it is in the words of on of our recently departed.....

(The stagehand looks on expectantly)

Stage hand: well what would he have said....

(Sledge smiles, put his arms out, cocks his head back and howls.....)

Sledge: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh WHHHHHHAAAAAAT A RRRRUUUUSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

(Sledge makes a face mimicing the recently departed Hawk and enters the arena....)

>>>>

(The scene opens up inside the parking lot of the Nashville Arena in Nashville, Tennessee. On the bottom of the screen it reads "Earlier Tonight". A tour-bus pulls up in the parking lot, on the side of the bus are pictures of Tai Hashi and Athena Hashi. The camera man runs to the door, it slides open and out steps "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi with a white and silver electric guitar in his hand, he's wearing a black NY baseball cap, a white BMWF t-shirt and a pair of baggy green cargo pants with a black studded belt. Closely behind him is Athena Hashi, she's wearing a BMWF spaghetti top and baggy black cargo pants. The tour-bus door shuts behind them.)

Tai Hashi: It's been just over a year since I first ever stepped foot into the BMWF, if my memory serves me correctly, Revolution 2003 was the first ever Pay-Per-View I fought in as a BMWF superstar. It was Tai Hashi teaming up with....

(Tai gulps.)

Tai Hashi: The Dawg, to face the team of The Eco-System. Unfortunatly, I didn't come out victorious, but that day will live on in my memory for a long, long time.

Athena Hashi: I think today is the day that will live on in MY memory for a long long time, because do you know what match I got tonight, Tai?

(Tai nods his head and smiles.)

Tai Hashi: Correct me if I'm wrong hun, Woman's Championship?

Athena Hashi: BINGO! Tonight is the night I have my first reign as BMWF Woman's Champion, it's been a long time coming.

Tai Hashi: I can see it now, Athena Hashi, BMWF Woman's Champion! The greatest Woman to ever step foot inside the BMWF ring!

Athena Hashi: Oh, Tai! Wait! Aren't you forgetting something.

Tai Hashi: Mafioso? No, I have a few words about him later.

Athena Hashi: No, not that.

(Athena whispers into Tai's ear, Tai nods his head and grins.)

Tai Hashi: NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE!

Crowd, Tai Hashi and Athena Hashi: YOU ROCK!

Tai Hashi: Come on, let's go inside.

(Tai and Athena make their way into the arena as the scene FADES.)

>>>

(Bole stands backstage with Sarah Lyn, who is looking extremely outraged at the moment)

Bole: Sarah, toni...

Sarah: Shut up, Michael... this is totally stupid! Are the women not interesting enough to fight alone? We now need the biggest morons, short of Tyrone, to join us to make things interesting? What happened to the ban against girls fighting boys? What happened to the feminine revolution in the BMWF? What happened to the integrity of this place, where women were sex objects and men were mere money bags to provide financial backing for the women?

JR: Oh, for crying out loud!

Sarah: I think this is disgusting! I am all for beating a (beep) down, but I am NOT going to be a public mockery on display for everyone sheer enjoyment! Do you see this body, Michael. Men pay good money for this body to be on public display!

King: I know I would! HA HA!

Sarah: Tonight, Michael, I plan to make a very, VERY big change in the BMWF! You watch!

(Sarah walks away)

JR: A very big change? What on earth could that be??

KING: By the way, that ban on boys vs. girls didn't include mixed tag matches. Only goofy things like a woman vs. the Men's World Champion.

>>> 

(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Shane and JUacklyn sitting on a leather
couch in a locker room. Jacklyn's giving Shane a shoulder massage while he
sits there looking on with an apathetic look on his face.)

Jacklyn J.: Shane relax, you're too tense. You're getting your rematch
tonight against Ash, you should be happy.

Shane: I'm not feeling to good about what Ash has been saying. I'm starting
tot hink he might be right.

Jacklyn J.: You're not that monster anymore. You're yourself, Your Shane
again. You're going to stay Shane and tonight you'll prove Ash wrong by
beating him ash Shane and Showing him you're not the monster that they put
you away for being.

Shane: I don't know did you see what I did to Tai last monday. He beat me
over and over it took me only two moves to finish him off.  I mean I know
that I'm strong but that was monsterous.

Jacklyn J.: You're just that good baby. And Tai sucks just that much. You're
just Shane and Shane was better than Asylum. And tonight you will prove it.

Shane: Yeah you know what your right I'm not Asylum anymore I'm Shane and
tonight Ash is going to realize the difference. Tonight I'm going to go and
get MY title back.

(Shane gets up and walks out. JAcklyn looks on with an sinister glance.)

Jacklyn J.: Asylum's dead, I don't need him back. Shane's my monster now and
its staying that way.

Fade

>>>

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

Led to the ring by Bill Alfonzie...
At a total combined weight of 360 pounds...
From Bombay, India... weighing in at 220 pounds...
"The Human Highlight Reel" Zabu

(Arabic music plays as Zabu and Bill Alfonzie come to the ring. They get into the ring. Zabu looks up into the rafters and points.)

ZABU: HEY! ABOOLABALOO!

(Alfonzie lays an Arabic prayer rug down on the ring mat. Zabu gets down on his knees on the carpet.)

KING: Quiet, JR! Zabu is going to pray to the Sheik!

ZABU (Bowing in the "I'm not worthy" fashion.): HEY! ALABOOLO! BOLLOO SHEIK ABAOLLOOO!)

(He jumps up and runs around the ring like a madman.)

LILLY: His partner...
From Denver, CO... weighing in at 140 pounds...
Sarah Lyn

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 wearing a pink version of the top of the Spiderman costume and tight pink leather pants. She's met by a resounding chorus of boos.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 380 pounds...
From Atlanta, Georgia... weighing in at 237 pounds...
"The Original Gangsta" New Jackal
His partner...
From Trier, Germany... weighing in at 143 pounds...
Jacklyne J.

(The Lights in the arena start to flicker to a crimson red.)

PA: All things run red, Now so will you!!!

( "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park hits the PA system. Jacklyn J.
comes
out from behind the curtain and runs down the ramp. She slides in the ring
and jumps onto a turnbuckle. Jacklyn taunts to the crowd and does a
backlfip
off the turnbuckle.)


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Sarah Lyn kicks Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. punches Sarah Lyn.
Jacklyne J. kicks Sarah Lyn.
A small "Jacklyne J." chant is being started.
Jacklyne J. kicks Sarah Lyn.
A small "Jacklyne J." chant is being started.
Jacklyne J. nails Sarah Lyn with a pumphandle suplex.
Jacklyne J. uses a pumphandle suplex on Sarah Lyn.
A small "Jacklyne J." chant is being started.
Jacklyne J. hits Sarah Lyn with a bulldog.
The crowd is starting to get behind Jacklyne J..
Jacklyne J. puts Sarah Lyn in a figure-four leglock.
Jack Slone tells Sarah Lyn to respond or he'll stop the fight.
Sarah Lyn nods.
Jack Slone asks Sarah Lyn if she's still there.
Sarah Lyn nods.
Jack Slone checks Sarah Lyn's arm.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it falls.
He lifts it... it stays up !
Sarah Lyn fights her way out of the hold after 21 seconds.
Sarah Lyn hits Jacklyne J. with a DDT.
The crowd is booing Sarah Lyn.
Sarah Lyn tags out to Zabu.
Jacklyne J. tags out to New Jackal.
New Jackal hits a headbutt on Zabu.
New Jackal makes an "X" with his arms.
There are lots of chants for New Jackal.
Jacklyne J. enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Jacklyne J. hoists Zabu high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Zab
u crashing hard to the mat.
New Jackal hits Zabu with a flying headbutt.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Jacklyne J. leaves the ring.
New Jackal runs into the ropes.
Zabu hits New Jackal with an elbow.
Sarah Lyn enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Sarah Lyn hoists New Jackal high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends
New Jackal crashing hard to the mat.
Zabu nails New Jackal with a flying cross body press.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, kickout.
Sarah Lyn leaves the ring.
Zabu executes an Arabian Facebuster on New Jackal.
The arena is exploding in a chorus of boos.
Zabu points to the ceiling.
Numerous fans are using Zabu for target practice.
Zabu hits New Jackal with a low blow.
Zabu whips New Jackal into the ropes.
Bill Alfonzie pulls down the top rope.
Jack Slone threatens Zabu with disqualification.
Zabu jumps onto him with a flying cross body press.
Zabu executes an Asai moonsault on New Jackal.
Jack Slone counts: 1.
New Jackal is starting to bleed.
Sarah Lyn comes over to make it two-on-one.
Jacklyne J. comes over and lays out Sarah Lyn.
The crowd is cheering on Jacklyne J..
New Jackal throws Zabu into the guardrail.
Jack Slone counts: 2.
New Jackal climbs back into the ring.
Zabu climbs back into the ring.
New Jackal uses a fist to the midsection on Zabu.
New Jackal locks Zabu in a chokehold.
Jack Slone warns New Jackal to let go.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, three, four.
New Jackal runs into the ropes.
Zabu hits New Jackal with a kick.
Zabu executes the Triple Jump Moonsault on New Jackal.
Jack Slone counts: One, two, Jacklyne J. doesn't make it in time... three.
The decibel level in the building is unbelievable.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are Zabu and Sarah Lyn!

(Sarah Lyn grabs the microphone from Lilly)

Sarah: I am sick and tired of fighting trashy women just for you stupid people!

(crowd boos)

Sarah: You need to shut up with the Princess is talking!

JR: Princess? I think not!

Sarah: I think you all should have to pay extra to see THIS gorgeous body!

King: I agree! Here! Take my wallet! I have four credit cards!

Sarah: And it is time for a change! Tonight... I will put an end to this... this... ABUSE OF MY TALENT!

JR: Abuse of talent? She’s about as talented as a light switch.

Sarah: As of right now... I’m... I’M GOING ON STRIKE!!!

JR: STRIKE?

King: NOOOO!!!

Crowd: NAH NAH NAH NAH! NAH NAH NAH NAH! HEY HEY! GOODBYE!!!!

Sarah: That’s right, I refuse to work under these conditions and until I am treated with some... no, A LOT of respect, I refuse to put on a song and dance for you disgusting, worthless people!

(crowd boos)

Sarah: So take the last pictures you’ll see of the finest looking @$$ in the BMWF, in the entire state of Tennessee! Because until my soon-to-be-written demands are met… GOOD BYE!

Crowd: NAH NAH NAH NAH! NAH NAH NAH NAH! HEY HEY! GOODBYE!!!!

(Sarah walks out of the ring as fans throw empty soda cups and popcorn bags at her)

JR: Well, I really do believe Sarah has made quite a change!

King: Yeah! We’re losing one of the finest rear ends Tennessee has ever seen!

JR: And we’re losing the most digusting, self-absorbed... I can’t even say the right word, so I’ll just say woman... in the BMWF! And I say “Good riddance!”

Crowd: NAH NAH NAH NAH! NAH NAH NAH NAH! HEY HEY! GOODBYE!!!!

>>>

JR: Folks, I’m receiving word that Tyrone Smith has gone missing.

King: I knew it! He really is scared of Lowedown!

JR: I highly doubt that, King. But where could he be on such an important night?

>>> 

(The camera cuts to the backstage area and focuses on Donnie MacPhearson
who is walking with Dizi. He is wearing his customary suit, she is in her
ring attire. Donnie finds a folding chair and sets it near the entryway to the
ramp.)

Donnie: Okay, now stay here, I'll be back before your match starts.

Dizi: Where are you going?

Donnie: I'm going to find a microphone.  I want to talk to the audience
before the match.

Dizi: Okay...

(Dizi glances around as Donnie walks away.  She sees Mafioso walking down
the hall, jumps up and follows after him.)

Dizi: (falling into step with him) Hi, how are you!

(Mafioso looks over and seems startled for a second until he recognizes
it's the girl he met before)

Mafioso: Hey how's it going? And none of your funny answers today, OK?

(Dizi tilts her head as she looks at him.)

Dizi: I'll try my best to be as dull and unfunny as possible.

(Mafioso starts to laugh as he puts his arm around her shoulder)

Mafioso: You're not at all, kid! I don't care what anyone says. Listen, I
know you already got one of these from Black, (Mafioso points to his
fedora) but I do have this for you. (Mafioso pulls a T-shirt out of a bag he was
carrying. Mafioso holds it up and on the front it reads URBAN LEGENDS and
on the back it reads THE STREETS ARE WATCHING)

(Dizi gets a huge smile on her face.)

Dizi: Jammin! I don't have one of those!!

(Dizi takes the shirt and kisses Mafioso on the cheek.)

Mafioso: Listen I got some business to take care of so I gotta run but I
hope to run into you again!

(Mafioso walks away clearly blushing but before he turns the corner he
turns around and tosses Dizi another chocolate bar)

Mafioso: I remembered how much you like chocolate.

(Dizi catches the chocolate bar.)

Dizi: Thank you!  You're so sweet!

(Dizi waves as he walks away.  Then she wanders off, in the opposite
direction from the chair she was supposed to be sitting in.  A minute or
two later, Donnie, carrying a microphone, walks up to the chair and looks
around.)

Donnie: Diz? (a little louder) Dizi?

(Donnie sighs, shakes his head and goes off in search of his sister.)

(FADE)

>>>>>>>

(The scene opens up inside the locker room of "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi and Athena Hashi. Tai Hashi is on the floor doing push-ups while Athena is stretching in front of a large mirror.)

Tai Hashi: 99...100!

(Tai sits up and looks at Athena, at that precise moments Athena bends forward and touches her toes. Tai tilts his head to the side and grins, Athena looks into the mirror and see's Tai looking. Athena smiles, gets up and turns around.)

Tai Hashi: Thanks for the show.

Athena Hashi: Ha ha. Dirty <bleep>.

(Athena grabs a bottle of water and takes a swig while Tai Hashi stands up and takes a seat on the black leather sofa.)

Tai Hashi: So, you looking forward to becoming Woman's Cha....

(Tai is interrupted by a knock on the door.)

Athena Hashi: That's probably Michael. COME IN!

(The door opens and it is Michael Bole, he closes the door behind him and he has a microphone in his hand.)

Michael Bole: Is it okay if I can ask a few questions, Athena?

Athena Hashi: No problem, take a seat.

Tai Hashi: I'm going to pop to the cafe to get a Powerade, I'll be back in about five minutes.

Athena Hashi: Aight.

(Michael and Athena sit down on the couch.)

Michael Bole: Tonight, you are in a four-way-dance for the Woman's Championship, lets get your view on your opponents, first of all the newcomer to the BMWF, Danielle "Dizi" McPhearson, what are you're thoughts on Dizi?

Athena Hashi: Danielle, the rookie, the newest diva on the roster. She's been here for just a month and already this girl is getting a Woman's Championship shot! I personally do not think that is fair as I have been here longer than here, I am more experienced and I am more deserving of the Woman's Championship than she is. But I'm not a woman to complain, I will take this fair and square - by kicking her butt all over this arena in Nashville!

Michael Bole: Okay, how about the woman who you have had many MANY matches in the past with, Aquatic?

Athena Hashi: Aquatic is no longer going to be a problem for me. Me and her have stood toe to toe in the ring together so many damn times I know her moves, her style, I even know her bra size me and her have grappled so many times! Aquatic is going to be a breeze tonight, there is nothing that can stand between me and the Championship belt.

Michael Bole: Well what about the current Woman's Champion, Judge Moody?

Athena Hashi: Grandma has had the belt too long, this woman got more wrinkles than a plastic bag, her time is over, her wrestling style went out with the cavemen, it's time for her to move over and make way for a proper woman's champion and that's me, Athena Hashi!

Michael Bole: Okay, last question, how much does the Woman's Championship mean to you?

Athena Hashi: Loads!

(The pair are interrupted by Tai Hashi who has come in with two bottles of Powerade.)

Tai Hashi: Did I interrupt?

Michael Bole: Oh, no, I was just leaving.

(Michael leaves as we FADE.)

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JR: We are going backstage!

(The camera shows Dreadnaught standing just next to his black 2004 GTO. He has a back over his left shoulder and a cell phone headpiece in his ear. His voice is heard talking on the phone.)

Dreadnaught: Yeah Reno, I’m here!…Yeah, you know I’m good to go…Listen, I brought the list we made the other night!

King: List? Are they together in Bible study?

Dreadnaught: Yeah, you keep telling me that! And I finally believe that revenge is the best policy!

JR: That’s not in the Bible!

Dreadnaught: Allright, you just hang there, and tonight, the retribution begins! I will check you in a few! The Revolution of the Legends happens tonight!

JR: Dreadnaught and Reno may be up to some trouble tonight!

King: They can’t break the Ten Commandments can they?

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PA: FOLLOW ME INTO THE LIGHT

("The Darkness" by The Rasmus plays over the PA Systemas Ezekiel comes out, microphone in hand and clutching his battered chair. Ezekiel slides the battered chair in the ring, rolls into the apron, and sets up his chair. Ezekeil sits down and waits for his music to die.)

JR: This young man has recently left Hollywood Inc.! I wonder what he has on his mind tonight?

King: A dance for joy perhaps? HA HA!

Ezekiel: Like many others, I must admit my transgressions when I am wrong….and as of late I have been misguided. My true cause….my true meaning….was to bring Truth, was to bring Light. As of late, I have forgotten this mission…..become sidetracked with flashy Hollywood tricks that mean nothing. But tonight….I begin my journey again…..but not alone.

King: What's he talking about, JR?

Ezekiel: I begin my journey……with the two men that reminded me what I stood for….that reminded me that this federation still needs to be healed of the sickness that engulfs it. Ladies and gentlemen……I bring you my newest allies….The Messenjahs.

PA: WE ARE THE MESSENJAHS!

(The lights go out in the arena. On screen come images of dark cathedrals at night. An unfamiliar guitar riff comes on in the background. From behind the curtain come two figures in total black-The Messenjahs. P.O.D.'s "The Messenjah" begins to play)

PA: Our message,Witness is prophetic,Teachers among the skeptics, and blindly misdirecting,
infected with they lives and they alibi,with they third eye blind and they trying to prophesize!

(The Messenjahs walk closer to the ring as a bright spotlight surrounds them. Their arms are raised upward as though they are clutching something large.)

PA: I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!
I AM THE MESSENJAH!

(The Messenjahs climb up to the ring apron and walk between the ropes. They climb to the second turnbuckles and raise their arms. The music ends and the Messenjahs stay stationary on the turnbuckles. Ezekiel walks over to one of them.)

Ezekiel: Brother Elijah….begin.

(One of the two dark figures takes a microphone. He slowly raises it to his mouth, which is covered by his mask.)

ELIJAH: (in a deep, ominous voice.) Good evening…..I know that you don't know who we are, so allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Elijah…..the man alongside me is Solomon…..and we…..we are the Messenjahs.

KING: The Messenjahs….sounds kind of cult-ish, don't you think?

ELIJAH: We come to your federation to bring you something that no one else offers….they bring you hate and anger, but we…..we bring redemption. Redemption, my friends….it's what you've always wanted, isn't it? Come now, you are all sinners in your own ways…..do you not wish to share in the cleansing that has been brought to you? We do not come for your behalf on this mission….nor Ezekiel's…..nor our own….we come on behalf of a Higher Power. This Higher Power believes that although many of you are ignorant, you deserve….a second chance.

(Elijah hands the microphone to Solomon.)

SOLOMON: (in a voice much like Elijah's but slightly more gruff.) Though I want you all to realize the road to true inner peace is not an easy one. It will be a long and arduous path you must follow. Few may enjoy the pleasures of Heaven without first tasting the pain and agony of the flames of Purgatory. And that's what we bring to you: a Purgatory on Earth, so that you may repent through suffering. Just looking around this arena….I see that you are all impure souls that must be cleansed.

(Portions of the crowd are chanting: "YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!")

SOLOMON: Fine….mock us if you will. The only people you hurt are yourselves, those who will not begin to introspect themselves. The guillotine of justice comes quick, and you will not know the day nor the hour. But it is soon…and we must prepare you all. Prepare you….for the Second Coming.

(Solomon abruptly drops the microphone. The Messenjahs' music plays again, and they exit.)

JR: Now what was that about?

KING: Hey, look in the front row! It's Moses!

JR: That's Charlton Heston!

KING: I think he's older than Moses!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(Inside the Brotherhood locker room, Scotty is standing beside Team Beautiful. They look down as Scotty is standing there.)

Rey: I can't believe it essa.

Tazan: Look at us botto.

Scotty: Sounds like yer havin' a lity party here. Sounds like yer just al sad 'bout how the month has gone for ya's.

Rey: Scotty..... Look at us!!!!

Tazan: Last month this time we were tag team champions!!!!!

Scotty: I think ya's need ta get off yer butts and need ta go out there and make examples of Alter Boy Mark and Friar Fergus.

Rey: But Scotty....

Scotty: No buts... Go out there and show the world that yer no johnny come lightlies.

Rey: We will show all of these people that we are the same tag team that we were two months ago.

Tazan: A tag team worthy of holding the tag team gold once more.

(Team Beautiful gets up and walks out. Scotty stands still smiling.)

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KING: JR, what's a Botto?

JR: I don't know! I don't speak Spanish!

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

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

("We Will Rock You" by Queen blasts over the PA as Team Beautiful make their ways down to the ring. Some fan holds up a sign with the word "LOSER" written on it. Tazan snatches it from the fan. Rey takes it from him and tears it up.They slide under the ropes.)

Rey: We were once on top of the world.

Tazan: Now look at us.

Rey: We have been cheated time and time again in our chances to get our belts back.

Tazan: Darkening....

Rey: Bad things come to those who steal our belts from us.

Tazan: Gringos.... We will take what is our's.

Rey: No matter who the champions are.

JR: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 587 pounds...
From St. Michaels Cathedral... Altar Boy Mark
His partner...Friar Fergus

(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.)

KING: Look! Fergus is eating that hunk of meat that Lowedown fried on the electric cage at the beginning if the show!

JR: YUK!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Altar Boy Mark goes for a kick to the midsection, but Rey Bucanerro
counters it with a legsweep.
Rey Bucanerro takes Altar Boy Mark down with a running powerbomb.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Rey Bucanerro sets up Altar Boy Mark on the turnbuckle.
Rey Bucanerro hits Altar Boy Mark with a superplex.

Rey tags out.

JR: Tazan Boy just sent Alter Boy Mark out of the ring with a stiff clothesline.

King: Don't let him get off that easy Tazan!!!

JR: Friar Fergus caught him!!!!

King: What is he doing?

JR: PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TAZAN BOY JUST HIT THE SEVEN NINE SPLIT!!!!!

After a few seconds they get back inot the ring.

Tazan Boy tags out.
Rey Bucanerro and Tazan Boy whip Altar Boy Mark into the ropes.
They hit Altar Boy Mark with a double clothesline.
Tazan Boy leaves the ring.
Rey Bucanerro runs into the ropes.
Altar Boy Mark misses with a kick.
Rey Bucanerro hits Altar Boy Mark with an elbow.
Rey Bucanerro uses a stomp on Altar Boy Mark.
Rey Bucanerro goes for an armdrag takedown, but Altar Boy Mark counters it with
a lariat.
Altar Boy Mark tags out to Friar Fergus.
Friar Fergus nails Rey Bucanerro with a flying bodypress.
Joe Finch counts: One, two, kickout.
Friar Fergus hits Rey Bucanerro with a kneedrop.
Friar Fergus goes for a bodyslam, but Rey Bucanerro blocks it.
Rey Bucanerro nails Friar Fergus with a dropkick.

JR: Rey has the good Friar backed up in the ropes... Hard chop to the chest.

King: That is going to leave a mark for sure.

JR: Irish whip.... Leg lariet on Fergus!!!!

King: This is great!!!

JR: Rey drags Fergus to his corner.

King: Rey made a tag to Tazan Boy!!!!

JR: OH MY GOD!!!! ROLLING THUNDER FROM REY BUCANERRO AND A FLYING LEGDROP FROM THE TOP ROPE FROM TAZAN BOY!!!!!

KING: But look! Rey bounced off Fergus' fat gut and is stuck in the rafters!

JR: No, he's not!

Rey Bucanerro tags out to Tazan Boy.
Altar Boy Mark enters the ring, but gets cut off.
Tazan Boy and Rey Bucanerro whip Friar Fergus into the ropes.
Tazan Boy and Rey Bucanerro hit Friar Fergus with a double dropkick.
Rey Bucanerro leaves the ring.
Tazan Boy throws Friar Fergus out of the ring.
Joe Finch counts: one, two, three, four, five, Friar Fergus reenters the ring.

He tags out!

JR: All four men are in the ring.

King: It's going to become the beginnning of the end for Fergus and Mark!!! I love it!!!

JR: Rey sends Fergus out of the ring!!!

King: I love this move!!!!

JR: They have Alter Boy Mark surrounded..... MEXICAN STANDOFF!!!!

Joe Finch counts: One, two, Friar Fergus doesn't make it in time... three.
A small "Rey Bucanerro" chant is being started.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winners are Team Beautiful!

JR: We'll be right back!

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JR: I hear we have Slim Jim backstage with Tamer with news about Tyrone’s absence. Slim

(The scene cuts to the backstage area where Slim Jim is indeed standing with Tamer, who looks a bit distraught about something)

Slim: Thanks JR. Tamer, Tyrone Smith and you have quickly become best friends. Tonight is his big night, his chance to win the World Title, yet he is nowhere around. Have you heard from him?

Tamer: I talked to the big guy this weekend and he didn’t seem to be his normal, cheery self... Well, if you can call Tyrone “cheery”. But still, he definitely has something on his mind, and my guess would be this match tonight.

Slim: Did he tell you where he is or where he was going?

Tamer: No, he didn’t. He seemed to avoid my questions when we talked. I just hope he gets here in time for his match.

Slim: Thanks Tamer. JR, back to you guys at ringside.

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(Reno Fontayne is shown sitting alone in his candle lit dressing room.)

Reno: Tonite! Tonite! I face Pain. The Monster, The Demon. The heretic. Brother Pain, you will learn the lesson. You look for sacrifice, you look to pray to a false god! I know you, I've faced you. Twisted version of the elder brother. Visionary of Destruction is what some call you a force of nature. Tonite brother Pain. Tonite you will be saved. I will save your soul. I will show you the path of the righteous and the death of the wicked.

(Reno begins puffing on his cigar.)

Reno: TCW! vs. The Darkness. Now that is the greatest sin of the night. Oh my young ones, enjoy your time in the spotlight now. Deacon Dread and I have pondered and plotted what we shall do as a result of the injustice that befell us. So soon my younglings, you will know that the word of the lord will strike down upon you with great anger and furious vengance....all those agreed and said....AMEN.

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(The Bruisertron comes to life.  All we see is a black
screen.  White letters fade in.)

Repent now...

...for it may be your only chance!

(These words fade out, and are replaced with the
following.)

SAINT

-- Coming Soon --

KING: The Saint? WOW! What a main event! Roger Moore vs. Charlton Heston!

JR: Good grief! Don't give Commissioner Dangle any goofy ideas!

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

Introducing first...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 175 pounds...

The Women's Champion...
Judge Moody

LILLY: Her opponent...
From Seymour...
Weighing in at 131 pounds...

Aquatic

PA: PREPARE TO FEEL MY PAIN! THE FLAME RETURNS!

(There is a pyro that seems to be blue in the light. "Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven plays over the PA system as Aquatic comes out with a towel over her head. She walks down to ringside soaking in the numerous cheers, her arm raised in a victorious symbol. She hops up to the apron, causing an explosion of blue fireworks.)

PA: Every intuition fails to find its way….
One more table turned around and back again….
Finding I'm more lost than found when she's not around….when she's not around…I FEEL IT COMING DOWN!

(Aquatic throws her towel off, and hops over the ring ropes. She waits for the small but enthusiastic "Aqua Girl" chants to die down.)

Aquatic: Who's your favorite BMWF wrestler? That's a very difficult question, and one you could give any legitimate answer to. But the next time someone asks you what wrestler you' want to be, say "Aquatic". Because right now, it's VERY,VERY good to be the Aqua-Girl. Think about it, I have my wrestler's salary-which will rise if I regain my Woman's Title tonight-my salary as Judge's manager-which will rise if he wins the Light Heavyweight Title tonight-my salary as The Darkening's manager-which will hopefully stay good if they retain their tag titles tonight-and my salary as Dizi's side manager, which will rise if by some chance she pulls of the winning pinfall tonight. Consider her my insurance policy. So tonight….tonight, I don't have a care in the world, and I am assured I will leave this pay-per-view a VERY wealthy woman. Hmmm….feeling my pain doesn't really follow that, huh? Wait….

(Some guys hoots as she feels around in her skirt.)

King: Even I'll cheer if she takes it off!

Aquatic: (turning toward King) Shut up, you dirty old man. (pulls out a stack of money.) I almost forgot. Free money! (Aquatic starts throwing bills to the audience who start cheering wildly as they grasp for the cash.) It's all singles, but you people don't care either way!

(Aquatic chucks the microphone over the ropes as the crowd continues grasping for cash.)

LILY: Their opponent...
From Chicago, IL...

Weighing in at 137 pounds...

Athena Hashi

Their opponent...
Led to the ring by Donnie MacPhearson...
Hailing from Clearwater, Florida...
Weighing in at 130 pounds...

Danielle "Dizi" MacPhearson

("Bad Reputation" by Halfcocked plays over the PA system. The audience starts to applaud, but it begins to quiet down when Dizi doesn't appear. The song is nearly over when Dizi, wearing her neon blue and black ring attire and the Urban Legends T-shirt, and Donnie, in his customary suit, come running out of the back. Dizi slides to a sudden stop at the top of the ramp, holds her arms out to the side in an 'I'm here!' gesture. Applause erupts from the crowd and Dizi starts to laugh.)

(Donnie, catching his breath, waves at Dizi to head to the ring. Dizi, full of energy runs down the aisle slapping the fan's outstretched hands. She circles the ring saying hello to fans and asking if they're enjoying the show. Donnie finally makes his way down to the ring and pulls Dizi towards the ring. Dizi smiles at her brother and messes up his hair, then she slides in under the bottom rope and hops to her feet Donnie tries to smooth his hair as he climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes.)

(Dizi leans on the ropes and begins chatting with some fans at ringside. Donnie takes a few moments to get her attention, then whispers something in her ear. Dizi takes off her T-shirt, folds it carefully and hands it to Donnie who tucks it into the pocket of his jacket. Donnie then leads Dizi to the middle of the ring, holds up the microphone and begins to speak.)

Donnie: Hello, Nashville!!

(The crowd pops.)

Dizi: (stares at her brother in surprise) We're in Nashville??

(There is some laughter from the audience.)

Donnie: Yes, we are and we are happy to be here!

(The crowd cheers.)

Dizi: Jammin!

Donnie: Tonight, there is going to be a four woman match for the Women's Championship!

Dizi: Can we go to the Grand Ole Opry?

Donnie: Yes, that's right, Judge Moody will be defending her title against not one, but three other women.

Dizi: Oh! And Hermitage! Andrew Jackson's plantation! I want to see that!

(Donnie manages to ignore his sister and continue addressing the audience which keeps cheering for each local attraction Dizi insists she wants to visit.)

Donnie: Aquatic, Athena Hashi, and your favorite, my sister, Dizi MacPhearson...

Dizi: Oh, and the Music Valley Wax Museum! Can we see that?

Donnie: ...will each be trying to walk away from tonight's match with the Women's Title around her waist!

Dizi: And the Parthenon! I really want to see the Parthenon!

Donnie: (finally having had enough) That's in Greece!! We're in Tennessee!

Dizi: They have one here, too!

Donnie: They do not!

Dizi: Do, too!

Donnie: Do not!

Dizi: They do too! Ask them! (turns to the crowd) Don't ya'll have a Parthenon here just like the one in Athens?

(The crowd roars in agreement and Dizi turns back to her brother.)

Dizi: See?

Donnie: Fine. We'll see whatever you want to see.

Dizi: Promise?

Donnie: I promise. Tomorrow we'll sightsee and go wherever you want, but, tonight you have a match.

Dizi: Really? Against who?

(The crowd laughs at Dizi and her brother's growing frustration.)

Donnie: (sighs) You. Aquatic. Athena Hashi. Judge Moody. Four way match. Women's Title.

Dizi: Oh. Cool.

Donnie: (turns back to the crowd and yells) AND WHO'S GOING TO WIN TONIGHT??

Dizi: (before the crowd can respond) I hope Aquatic wins.

(Donnie turns and stares at his sister in shock, even the crowd seems to be in a state of disbelief.)

Donnie: What?

Dizi: Oh, yeah. She's all edgy and cranky all the time. Maybe if she wins the title she'll be happier.

Donnie: Don't you want to win the title?

Dizi: (thinks for a minute) Well, yeah, I guess that'd be cool and stuff. So either me or Aquatic. Not so much that Athena, nose in the air, too good to say hello, Hashi. And really, I do not want that Judge Moonie piece of trash to win.

Donnie: Moody...

Dizi: What?

Donnie: She's not Judge Moonie...

Dizi: Well, if she's not Moonie, who is she?

Donnie: She's Moody.

Dizi: Yeah, she is. I heard that was because her boyfriend dumped her.

(The crowd laughs.)

Dizi: Can't blame him though- who'd want to be stuck with moody, old, wrinkled up, hit people and their brothers with chairs for no good reason, Judge Moonie?

(The crowd cheers.)

Donnie: So, you're going to go out there and win that belt!

Dizi: (smiles at her brother) Yeah, okay. You know... whatever.

(Donnie shakes his head and turns away from his sister, muttering sarcastically under his breath. He's forgotten the mic is still on, however and Dizi and crowd can hear him.)

Donnie: Great. There's that competitive spirit. Go, Dizi, go.

(As Donnie exits the ring, Dizi, laughs, looks at the crowd, jerks her head in Donnie's direction, and makes a 'What's his problem?' gesture. The crowd laughs and a few people wave signs with her name on them. Dizi promptly forgets her brother and moves over to the ropes waving and talking to the ringside fans.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

(The bells sounds and the four women move toward the center of the ring. Aquatic glances over and Dizi as if to determine her motives. Dizi smiles at Aquatic and waves to her. Aquatic turns her attention back to Judge Moody.)

King: I hope Aquatic doesn't trust that Dizi MacPhearson.

JR: What do you mean, King? In her interview, Dizi said she hoped Aquatic would win.

King: She was lying JR!

JR: Why would she lie?

King: Dizi is trying to make Aquatic trust her, then she'll turn on her.

JR: Well, I don't know about that.

Judge Moody goes for a vertical suplex, but Dizi counters it with
a small package.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Dizi executes a baseball slide on Judge Moody.
Dizi hoists Judge Moody high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Jud
ge Moody crashing hard to the mat.
Dizi uses a headlock takedown on Judge Moody.
Dizi hits Judge Moody with a baseball slide.
Dizi kicks Judge Moody.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dizi.
Judge Moody kicks Dizi.
A few fans are booing Judge Moody.
Judge Moody hits Dizi.
Judge Moody runs into the ropes.
Dizi hits Judge Moody with a kick.
Dizi nails Judge Moody with a dropkick.
The crowd is starting to get behind Dizi.
Dizi throws Judge Moody into the turnbuckle.
Dizi takes Judge Moody down with a back elbow.

(Judge Moody and Aquatic lock up in the center of the ring, but Aquatic quickly throws Moody with a flying armdrag.)

JR: And Aquatic is taking it to Judge Moody in this Women's Championship Match.

King: Looks more like Aquatic sent Judge Moody... to the other side of the ring.

(Dizi turns executes a snapmare on a surprised Athena Hashi. Athena gets to her feet quickly, but Dizi grabs her arm and whips her into the ropes. A shoulder block drops Athena to the mat. Dizi turns back to Moody and Aquatic.)

JR: Dizi has Athena down, but Dizi's attention is being drawn to the other two competitors in this match up.

King: Well, at least her attention is on the people in the ring instead of the people in the stands.

(Moody makes it back to her feet. A surprise kick to the midsection doubles Aquatic over and Moody sets her up for a vertical suplex. Moody hoists Aquatic high into the air for a vertical suplex.)

JR: And Dizi just took Moody's feet out from under her with a baseball slide!

King: I knew those two were in cahoots!

(Moody falls to the mat, landing on her back, with Aquatic landing on top of her. Dizi leans on the ropes and watches as the referee moves into position to make the count.)

King: Aquatic landed on top of Judge Moody!

JR: It's a pinning predicament and the referee is making the count! 1! 2! NO! Judge Moody got her foot on the ropes to break the count!


Athena Hashi executes a roundhouse kick on Dizi.
Athena Hashi runs into the ropes.
Athena Hashi hits Dizi with a kick.
Athena Hashi goes for spinning heel kick, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi uses a baseball slide on Athena Hashi.
Dizi hits Athena Hashi.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Athena Hashi punches Dizi.
There is no crowd reaction.

(Dizi moves into a corner and points to the opposite corner. Aquatic grabs one of Judge Moody's arms and throws her into the turnbuckle in the opposite corner. Dizi explodes out of the corner executing a cartwheel splash on Moody. Then delivers three back elbows to the side of Moody's head.)

JR: Did you see the power in that splash?!

King: Nevermind the splash... Dizi just scrambled Judge Moody's eggs with those back elbows!

(Athena Hashi gets to her feet behind Aquatic and attempts a spinning heel kick. Dizi yells a warning and Aquatic ducks the kick. Athena lands, but before she can regroup, Aquatic bulldogs her to the mat.)

King: Did you see that? Aquatic and Dizi are definitely working together!

JR: They do seem to have an understanding.

(Aquatic glances at Moody who is still down in the corner. Dizi looks at Athena lying in the middle of the ring. Aquatic looks across the ring at Dizi. Dizi looks back at Aquatic.)

JR: Uh oh. It looks like their understanding is about to become a misunderstanding.

King: I knew Aquatic couldn't trust that Dizi woman!

(Suddenly Dizi smiles and waves at Aquatic. Aquatic gives a small wave back, then points at Athena who is trying to get to her feet. Aquatic makes an up and over motion and Dizi grins. Aquatic grabs Athena by the hair and pulls her the rest of the way to her feet.)

JR: And Aquatic and Dizi are back on the same page double teaming Athena Hashi!

King: I told you those two were in cahoots together!

(Dizi and Aquatic each grab one of Athena's arms and whip her into the ropes. They back towards the opposite side of the ring as Athena bounces off the ropes, her momentum carrying her back across the ring. Aquatic and Dizi back body drop Athena over the top rope to the floor below.)

JR: My God! Aquatic and Dizi just launched Athena Hashi out of the ring with that back body drop.

King: You think Athena saw a movie on that flight?

JR: Athena Hashi isn't moving. It looks like this could be it for her.

KING: You know, Dizi's match spots seem familiar!

JR: No kidding?
Athena Hashi punches Dizi.
Athena Hashi uses a roundhouse kick on Dizi.
You could hear a pin drop.
Athena Hashi catches Dizi in a crossface chickenwing.
Dizi is struggling to reach the ropes.
Dizi gets ahold of the ropes after being locked up for 5 seconds.
Athena Hashi leaves the ring.
She returns with a chair.
Athena Hashi sets up the chair.
Athena Hashi goes for a powerbomb, but Dizi blocks it.
Dizi throws Athena Hashi off the turnbuckle.
Aquatic uses an Asai moonsault on Athena Hashi.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, kickout.
Aquatic hits Athena Hashi with a dropkick.
Aquatic nails Athena Hashi with a back elbow.
Aquatic is going for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Aquatic hits a snap mare on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic runs into the ropes.
Aquatic hits Athena Hashi with an Asai moonsault.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Aquatic hits a bulldog on Athena Hashi.
Aquatic goes for a brainbuster, but Athena Hashi counters it with a slide down.
Athena Hashi catches Aquatic in a crossface chickenwing.
Aquatic is struggling to reach the ropes.
Aquatic grabs the ropes after 5 seconds.
Athena Hashi catches Aquatic in a crossface chickenwing.
Dizi makes the save.

JR: It's been a brutal match for both Judge Moody and Athena Hashi. Aquatic and Dizi have been working well as a team keeping Athena out of the ring while they double team Judge Moody.

King: I knew Aquatic and Dizi were plotting together!

(Dizi moves behind Moody. While she delivers a series of back suplexes, Aquatic is climbing to the top turnbuckle.)

JR: Back suplex on Judge Moody and Dizi isn't letting go! She gets Moody to her feet and delivers a second suplex!

King: Dizi still has a hold of Judge Moody! She can't be trying for a third one, can she?

JR: She is! Dizi makes a hat trick with three back suplexes!!

King: And Aquatic is on the top turnbuckle! What's she going to do?

JR: Dizi's rolling out of the way and... MOONSAULT!! Aquatic nailed Judge Moody with a moonsault off the top turnbuckle!

(The force of her landing bounces Aquatic off Judge Moody and even she seems dazed after the move. Dizi rolls to the ropes and grabs them, trying to pull herself to her feet.

King: You see that, JR, the three of them are all knocked silly?

JR: And on the outside, Athena Hashi is trying to make her way back into the ring. I tell ya, King, she's really showing a lot of heart here tonight.

(Dizi sees Athena trying to pull herself back into the ring. She manages to get to her feet, then runs across the ring and executes a baseball slide on Athena, knocking her back to the floor. Dizi grabs the ropes to keep herself in the ring.)

King: Looks like Athena's heart isn't going to get her back into the ring anytime soon.

JR: And Aquatic has made it back to her feet. It looks like she's got the cobwebs cleared out it.

King: And it doesn't look good for Judge Moody, either!

JR: Aquatic has a hold of Judge Moody! I think we know what's coming!

(Aquatic hoists Judge Moody up and executes the Ice Breaker.)

JR: Ice Breaker! Ice Breaker! It's over for Judge Moody!

(On the other side of the ring, Dizi is climbing to her feet. She grabs the referee's arm and pulls herself up. The referee turns towards Dizi. As Aquatic starts to go for the cover, Donnie MacPhearson climbs to the apron behind her with a steel chair. He brings the chair down on the back of Aquatic's head knocking her out.)

JR: Oh my God! Donnie MacPhearson just laid out Aquatic with that steel chair! She never saw it coming!

(Donnie jumps off the apron and tosses the chair under the ring. The referee turns and sees both Aquatic and Judge Moody laid out on the canvas. He glances at Dizi who looks at the two women, then looks at the referee and shrugs. Dizi moves to Judge Moody and covers her.)

JR: Dizi is making the cover on Judge Moody! She's going for the pinfall!

King: I knew it! I knew Aquatic couldn't trust Dizi!

JR: The referee is making the count!

Athena pulls Dizi out of the ring.

Athena Hashi executes a powerslam on Dizi.
Athena Hashi rolls Dizi back into the ring.
Athena Hashi goes for the pin.
Len Stanley counts: One, two, three.
You could hear a pin drop.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner --and NEW Women's champion--is Athena Hashi!

JR: We'll be right back!

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(The scene cuts to the backstage area, where Howitzer is seen walking with a bottle of Gatorade in his hand. He takes a sip and turns a corner – knocking right into Scrappy Joe Tunny who is walking in the opposite direction! Some of the Gatorade spills onto the front of Tunny's shirt. Tunny looks up at Howitzer and scowls.)

Tunny: What the *bleep*'s yer problem, man?

(Howitzer stares back down at Tunny.)

Howitzer: Hey back off, Scrappy Doo! I couldn't see you down there!

Tunny: Ya stained my shirt, ya *bleep*in' moron!

Howitzer: Wait...what'd you call me?

Tunny: Ya heard me, ya pantywaist loser! Ya spilt that *bleep* on my shirt!

Howitzer: Ever heard of a washing machine? You put it in the spin cycle, and you move on with your life.

Tunny: Don’t you dare talk down to me you bumblin’ idiot!

Howitzer: I'm an idiot, huh? How idiotic is THIS?

(Howitzer suddenly flings the bottle forward, emptying the rest of the Gatorade on Tunny's chest! Tunny is momentarily shocked, then lunges forward, but Howitzer sidesteps him. Suddenly, Chuck Tunny rushes in and grabs hold of his brother, holding him back as Howitzer grins and chuckles lightly.)

Chuck: He's not worth it, Joey! Save your energy for the ring!

Tunny: He's a dead man, Chuck! A dead man!

(Chuck continues to hold Tunny back as Howitzer walks slowly backwards, keeping his eyes on Tunny.)

Howitzer: It's about time you washed that nasty rag anyway! Looks like you've got pit stains on there dating back to the Reagan administration! Hah! I'll see you around!

(Howitzer walks away as Tunny releases himself from Chuck's hold. Tunny is fuming as the scene fades.)

>>>

(The scene opens to show Slim Jim Sullivan holding a BMWF microphone,
standing outside the arena in the parking lot.)

Slim Jim: Ladies and gentleman, I'm here outside the Nashville Arena
awaiting the arrival of some of our BMWF superstars who will be taking
part in tonight's Revolution.

(As he speaks, a 1967 Shelby Mustang with a custom blue and black paint
job speeds by behind him, only 30 feet away, before e-braking into a
parking spot. Slim Jim jumps out of the way.)

Slim Jim: What in the hell was that all about?!? This idiot just almost
ran me over! I'm gonna have to give him a piece of my mind!

(The driver's door opens, and out steps a short stocky guy with a
button-up black shirt that says "Q-Ball" on the front. He's got multiple
piercings and tatoos. The camera man follows Slim Jim over to the
driver's side of the car.)

Slim Jim: Hey, man! What are you thinking? You coulda run me over!

(The guy just stands there, looking at Slim Jim, when the passenger side
door opens. The passenger steps out and slowly turns to the camera. One
look at his signature blue-lensed Oakleys, and we know that it's ROGUE
MORELLO.)

Rouge: Whoa! Whoa! Slim, my man, this guy didn't even come close to you.
If my buddy Q-Ball knows one thing in this world, it's how to drive,
ain't that right?

Q-Ball: You know it.

Rogue: Why don't you get back in and show off in the parking lot while I
talk to Slim, here.

Q-Ball: Bet.

(Q-Ball gets back in the car and speeds off in reverse as Slim Jim jumps
out of the way. He slams on the brakes, then takes off forward. We can
hear the sounds of tires squealing and the motor racing in the distance
as Slim Jim Sullivan, looking obviously shaken, steps up to Rogue
Morello.)

Rogue: Slim, you don't look so good, you know. I think you need to lie
down for a while or something.

Slim Jim: I think I'll be alright. But, as long as you're here, you mind
giving us a few words?

Rogue: Not at all, mi amigo.

Slim Jim: As we all know, tonight, you face Scrappy Joe Tunny in only
your second match here in the BMWF.

Rogue: Well, you've got that one right. Tonight, here on pay-per-view,
I've got a real golden chance to show the world what I can do. Scrappy
Joe ain't no pushover. He's one helluva competitor. If I can pull this
one off, I'll have gone a long way toward establishing myself here in the
BMWF as a true superstar.

Slim Jim: What do you think your chances are against him?

Rogue: I think my chances are pretty good, Slim, because I hate losing.
I'll do whatever it takes to win, especially here at Revolution.

Slim Jim: Speaking of whatever it takes, what are you going to do about
the Urban Legends?

Rogue: I'll tell you what I'm gonna do ... not worry about 'em. I mean,
sure, there's strength in numbers, but what has worrying ever gotten
anybody besides stomach ulcers?

Slim Jim: I really don't ...

(Rogue grabs the mic from Slim Jim and takes his shades off before
getting nose to nose with Sullivan.)

Rogue: It was a rhetorical question, Slim. Why the hell would you say
anything after a rhetorical question?

Slim Jim: I, er, I mean ...

Rogue: HAHAHAHAHA! I'm just joking with you, man. You need to lighten up
a bit.

(Rogue hands the mic back to Sullivan and puts his shades back on.)

Slim Jim: Ahem. Where were we? Oh, yes, the Urban Legends.

Rogue: Well, like I said, it's not like I can really do anything, so why
worry. I'm not gonna be an idiot and say that I'd whip 'em all good if
they try to interfere, because there's no way I can take 'em all out at
once. So, I'm just gonna wrestle Scrappy Joe Tunny, and only Scrappy Joe
Tunny. If anybody else decides to interject themselves in our match, I'll
just have to play it by ear.

Slim Jim: Well, thank you for your time, Rogue, and good luck tonight.

Rogue: Thanks, Slim.

(Rogue starts walking toward the arena. Suddenly, seemingly out of
nowhere, his car comes racing toward Slim Jim Sullivan. Q-Ball slams on
the breaks, and the car comes to a screeching halt just inches from
Sullivan.)

Slim Jim: AHHHHHHH!

(Slim's eyes roll in the back of his head as he drops the microphone and
faints, falling face-first onto the hood of the car. Q-Ball opens the
door and steps halfway out.)

Q-Ball: Guess I kinda scared him. HEHEHE!

Rogue: Guess so. C'mon. Let's go inside.

(Rogue and Q-Ball head toward the arena. The camera zooms in on Slim
Jim's limp form.)

>>>

(The camera fades in to show a nice looking vehicle pulling into the
underground parking lot but it cannot be made out because of the darkness.
The vehicle slowly rolls through the parking lot until all of a sudden
headlights come from behind and an engine his heard revving up, tires are
heard squealing!!! A black truck comes flying from behind and rams into
the back of the car in front of it! The truck continues to drive the car
forward until it smashes into a wall!!!)

JR: What the hell!?!

KING: WHOA!!!

(Glass is heard hitting the floor and both vehicles are greatly damaged.
The driver side door of the black truck opens and out steps Hardcore Harry!!!
He has blue jeans and a leather jacket on, with leather finger-cut gloves on.
Harry slams his door shut and slowly approaches the driver side door of
the car)

JR: Who does he think he is King?

KING: I don't know but I wouldn't want to be in that car right about now.

(Harry tries to open the door but the car is smashed so much that the door
is jammed and can't be open. Harry punches the window and shatters the
glass sending it everywhere. Harry reaches into the car grabbing a body and
pulling it halfway out of the window)

KING: AHAHAHA!!!!

JR: My Gawd King it's Tamer!!!

KING: Harry isn't done JR!

(Harry looks down into the bloody face of Tamer)

Harry: Our paths have crossed several times, but tonight is different.
Tonight, YOU have the gold, not me. Oh, and tonight, I am a desperate and
dangerous man!

(Harry draws his first back and begins pounding away at the face of Tamer!
Harry just continues to pound the face of Tamer until he has run out of
breath, Harry lets go of Tamer and his limp body falls out of the car and
to the floor)

JR: This is just sick!

KING: Tamer could be seriously hurt folks, someone needs to get out there
immediately.

(Harry has a smirk on his face as he looks down at the unconscious Tamer.
Harry then looks into the car and reaches in pulling out the BMWF
Intercontinental Title)

Harry: You have kept this from me Tamer, I haven't had a taste of this
gold.

(Harry places it around his waist)

Harry: Ah, but I like it already.

(Harry chuckles to himself as he unsnaps the championship. He then drops
the title on top of Tamer's chest)

Harry: Well buddy, hopefully I'll be seeing you later tonight.

(Harry continues to laugh to himself as he jumps back in his truck and
pulls away disappearing into the dark parking lot)

Fade..

>>>

(The camera shows the outside of the Urban Legends locker room and then the scene shifts inside. The camera shows Reno kneeling in a dark corner, while Mafioso, Tunny, Black and Jones converse in the center of the room. Dreadnaught storms into the room and slams the door behind him.)

Dreadnaught: LEGENDS! Make no mistake, that tonight is Revolution! Not just in name, but in what we need to do in order to even call ourselves legends! We have not been a cohesive unit as of late, and that just don’t make for a good unit. You see, I know things have been a little rough, but tonight, that all changes! I told you when we begun that the Legends will shake the foundation! And I have seen the tremors start, but just like at home in LA, it can quickly erupt on the Richter scale! Tonight, we ain’t looking to cause a 4, 5, or even 7.4! I am looking to cause a split that will change everything! Tonight is a ten, and I expect every single one of you to do your part! If we act like a team, there is nothing that can stop us! So, it is up to each and everyone of us! Mafioso, show the Rockstar, that Rock and Roll is dead! And Black, bury that Headhunter! Tunny, you can slice Morello into pieces, and Jones, unleash a nuclear weapon on Howitzer! He ain’t fit for a ring! Reno and I have some business to handle, so Black, you are in charge for the rest of the night!

(Dreadnaught looks down at a list in his hand.)

Dreadnaught: We are gonna be busy! PREACHER!

(Reno slowly gets to his feet and turns around.)

Reno: Brother Dread! My Bible and I are fully prepared for the day of reckoning!

(Reno holds the Bible over his chest.)

Dreadnaught: I’m glad you brought that!

(Dreadnaught pulls a bat up from the bench and holds it over his shoulder.)

Dreadnaught: Cause I plan on doing a lot of sinning!

(Dreadnaught and Reno walk out of the UL Locker room leaving the other four members chatting.)

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Hailing from Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 290 pounds...

Howitzer

(The sounds of explosion and gunfire are heard rumbling over the PA,
followed by the techno trill of Rammstein's "Freuer Frei." Strobe lights
bathe the arena in flickering green light as Howitzer steps from behind
the curtain and heads for the ring.  In addition to his normal hunter green
wrestling shorts and black boots, he is wearing a black, shrunk to fit
t-shirt.  The words "I DON'T LIKE YOU" are written across the front in big
white letters.  On the back of the shirt is a white print of Howitzer's
chain tattoo going across the shoulders.  Underneath the tattoo print is
"HOWITZER" in military type.  Howitzer slaps hands with the fans near the
barrier as he makes his way to the ring.)

J.R.: Here comes Howitzer, King...big chance for this young man tonight.
He's fighting a member of the famed, or some would say "infamous," Urban
Legends at his first-ever Pay Per View!

King:  Revolution!

J.R.: Another astute observation, as usual King.  You wanna yip-yap about
puppies now?

King:  Are there going to be puppies in this match, J.R.???

J.R.: Oh for Pete's...no there's not King, but I can tell you that
there's going to be some vicious in-ring action between Howitzer here and Levon
Jones.

LILLY: His opponent...
Hailing from Breaux Bridge, LA...
Weighing in at 346 pounds...

Levon "The Truck" Jones

("The Grudge" by Tool begins to play over the P.A. as
Levon Jones makes his way out onto the ramp amidst a
chorus of boos.  He raises a fist and nods his head
before heading down to the ring.  He enters and heads
to his corner.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Levon Jones puts Howitzer in a bearhug.
Howitzer is struggling to reach the ropes.
Howitzer tries to escape the hold.
Howitzer tries to fight the pain.
Howitzer is inching his way towards the ropes.
Howitzer gets ahold of the ropes after being trapped for 27 seconds.
Levon Jones executes a Gorilla Press on Howitzer.
Levon Jones raises his fist in the air.
Levon Jones is being booed out of the building.

(Jones appears to have had enough of Howitzer, and quickly rises to his feet. In a fit of rage, Jones slings Howitzer into the corner and follows it up with a running clothesline. Jones throws Howitzer into the opposite corner, and yet again squashes him with a running clothesline so stiff it shakes the ring.)

King: I would have gotten out of the way of that! Ouch!
JR: For once we agree!

(Levon Jones drags Howitzer out of the corner by his hair, nearly backhanding the referee for trying to break it up. Levon Jones hoists Howitzer up into the air, high above his head, and then casually throws him over the top rope and outside of the ring with a sickening **THUMP** onto the concrete floor.)

JR: Ick. Did you hear the sound of Howitzer splattering on the floor King?
King: I sure did! It was great! It's about time somebody taught this newb a lesson.


(Howitzer knocks Levon Jones down with a clothesline.)

J.R.: Levon Jones hits the canvas hard after that wicked clothesline.
Howitzer off the ropes...body splash connects on the prone Jones!

King: That'll take the wind out of your sails!

J.R: Now Howitzer's dragging Jones off the canvas, goes for the
headbutt...but Jones gets his hands up!

King: How the heck did Levon Jones recover like that?

J.R.: Love 'em or hate 'em, King, these Urban Legends are tougher than
the skin off a 'gator!

King: Whatever happened to "tougher than a two-dollar steak?"

J.R.: Oh, I use that one all the time.

(Howitzer and Jones trade right hands to the face. Jones starts to win
the battle and connects with a hard right, followed by a body blow. Jones
locks up Howitzer.)

JR: Jones with a knee to the gut! He whips Howitzer into the corner…but Howitzer reverses! Jones smashes hard into the corner! Here comes Howitzer…a shoulder tackle sends Jones down to the mat! Howitzer is gaining momentum here! He picks up Jones and…

King: Wait! Who’s that rushing down the aisle? It’s Scrappy Joe Tunny! He rushes the ring!

JR: Howitzer doesn’t see him, and is attacked from behind!


King: I think Tunny is still angry about their encounter earlier this evening!


JR: Tunny pushes the ref out of the way and knees Howitzer in the groin! Jaw breaker! Jaw breaker on Howitzer!

The ref is down!

JR: This has been a pretty good showing from the rookie Howitzer thus far, but he looks like he just might be out of gas.
King: Out of gas? Ha! He looked pathetic! He should have known better then to mess with Levon Jones.
JR: You're right King. Levon Jones does have a whole lot more experience on his side.
King: Of course I'm right! I'm always right.

(While JR & the King argue over how much of a chance Howitzer had in this match, Levon Jones once again hoists Howitzer high above his head with a Gorilla Press. Jones spins around the ring, slowly, in a complete 360 degree turn, and then all at once he drops Howitzer, delivering a powerslam so brutal the rookie can do nothing but just lay there.)

JR: WOW!

(The move even drives King & JR into speachlessness. Jones looks down at Howitzer for a few seconds, then drops to his knees, putting both hands on the man's chest. The referee makes the three count.)

Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Levon Jones!

JR: Tunny isn’t finished! He’s stomping on Howitzer! Tunny kicks Howitzer in the ribs, and straddles him! Pain Central! Howitzer’s trapped!

King: Look at Jones! He doesn’t seem happy about Tunny’s interference!

JR: Well Tunny almost cost him the match!

(As Tunny pulls back on Howitzer, Jones starts shouting at him. Tunny pays no attention, and finally Jones forcibly pulls Tunny off of Howitzer!)

JR: Oh my! Jones is very upset at Tunny! Look how those two are in each other’s faces!

(Tunny and Jones are arguing passionately, nose to nose. Howitzer is able to roll out under the ropes and make his way backstage as Black and Mafioso rush into the ring. Black holds back Jones as Mafioso holds back Tunny.)

King: There could be dissent in the ranks of the Urban Legends, JR!

JR: It looks like Black and Mafioso have kept these two from hurting each other, though. And it’s a good thing, as Tunny’s match is next!

(Black and Mafioso escort Jones backstage as Chuck Tunny makes his way down toward the ring to talk to his brother. Tunny and Chuck remain in the ring until the next match.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>> 

(The scene shows Rogue Morello in a locker room, doing some stretching on
the floor. He has on his wrestling gear as well as his signature Oakleys.
His "driver" for the evening, Q-Ball, is sitting in a metal folding chair
beside Rogue, sipping from a cup.)

Q-Ball: Man, Rogue, thanks for letting me tag along tonight. It's really
awesome being here, backstage at Revolution, for your first big
pay-per-view match.

Rogue: No problem. Glad to have you here. A familiar face always helps to
keep the ole "butterflies in the stomach" from flaring up.

Q-Ball: I know what you mean. But, you ain't got a reason to be nervous.
I've seen you wrestle. Best I've ever seen.

Rogue: Yeah, but that wasn't against BMWF competition. I just don't know
what to expect from Tunny. But, I guarantee you I'm approaching this
match like he's the greatest wrestler in the world. I refuse to
underestimate him.

Q-Ball: Just go out there, do your thing, and you'll be fine.

Rogue: Yeah, I guess you're right. Hey, let's get out of this locker room
and go see what the crowd looks like.

Q-Ball: Bet.

(Rogue and Q-Ball get up and walk out the door.)

>>> 

(The scene opens showing the jobber locker room. Altar Boy Mark and Friar Fergus are speaking with the local talent.)

Friar: So there we were and this guy looks at Alter Boy and says

(Friar Fergus is blindsided by a clothesline to the back of the head dropping him to his knees causing him to go fast first into the metal lockers. Altar Boy Mark turns to see the attacker only to have a stiff boot connect with his ribs. Altar Boy doubles over in pain and is shown falling face first via a DDT out of the camera angle. The camera pans to the left showing Reno Fontayne standing over the fallen clergy.)

Reno: Gentleman, and I do use those words loosely. You have been warned, there is a new church forming int he BMWF. A new direction, your embarrasing distraction to our divine mission will not be tolerated. Consider this a warning, you can join the new Church or you can feel the wrath of the hand of God.

(Reno stomps Altar Boy Mark a few more times before he turns to walk from the shot.)

King: He's lost his mind!
JR: Apparently There is some history there between Reno and those two.
King: Yeah, he's the only guy who's allowed to have a religious angle?
JR: I'm not sure. What did he mean by New Church?
King: I don't know but there is a new Churches Chicken by my house man I love there drumsticks.

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Chuck Tunny...
Fighting out of Newark, NJ...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Scrappy" Joe Tunny

(The house lights dim as “Welcome to the Jungle” bursts forth from the speakers. Spotlights swing wildly around the stadium as a montage of Tunny’s past violent moments appear on the Bruisertron. Tunny, already in the ring, jumps to the second rope in the corner and raises his fist in the air as the crowd boos. Chuck Tunny has exited the ring, and presently re-enters with a microphone. He hands the mic over to Scrappy Joe.)

Tunny: Cut the music!

(The music is cut and the house lights come back up.)

Tunny: I’ve got somethin’ to say ‘bout what’s just happened here, an’ I’ll make it simple so’s even ya Southern in-bred idiots can understand it!

(The crowd’s boos get louder.)

Tunny: That newbie Howitzer disrespected me earlier tonight, an’ he woulda gotten what he deserved if Levon Jones hadn’t stopped me in the middle!

JR: Well, Howitzer was locked in the Pain Central for almost a minute! I don’t know what more Tunny would have done!

Tunny: An’ even as I’m lockin’ in the Pain Central on that loser, ya idiots, eatin’ yer chitlins an’ drinkin’ yer Southern Comfort, are stupid enough to keep booin’ me! Every last one ‘a ya’s a droolin’, in-bred, slow-talkin’, cousin marryin’, Dixie whistlin’ MORON!!!

(The crowd roars in disapproval, showering the ring with popcorn and chitlins.)

Tunny: Now from one newbie to another! Rogue Morello! Come on down an’ get a lesson on wrestlin’ just like I gave to Howitzer!

(The crowd starts cheering for Morello as Tunny tosses the mic to the outside and stands staring at the entrance platform.)

LILLY: His opponent...
From Starkville, MS...
Weighing in at 225 pounds...

Rogue Morello

(The lights dim in the arena as blue spotlights circle around the arena.
The words "ROGUE MORELLO" appear on the screen as "Kashmir" by Led
Zeppelin hits the PA. Rogue Morello comes walking out of the entrance and
stops on the stage. He throws both arms up in the air as red fireworks go
off on either side of him. The crowd gives a smattering of cheers as he
walks down to the ring and gives his Oakleys to one of the ringside
workers. He slips into the ring and climbs up one set of turnbuckles as
the crowd gives a slight pop. He climbs back down and uses the ropes to
stretch out his upper body as the music dies and the lights come back up
to full.)

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Joe Tunny executes a left jab on Rogue Morello.
Joe Tunny is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Joe Tunny executes a jawbreaker on Rogue Morello.
Joe Tunny gets a Canadian backbreaker on Rogue Morello.
Rogue Morello is struggling to reach the ropes.
Rogue Morello inches his way towards the ropes after being locked up for 10
seconds.
Joe Tunny runs into the ropes.
Joe Tunny hits Rogue Morello with an elbow.

JR: Morello sends Tunny into the ropes. He goes for a leg lariat, but Tunny ducks and runs into the opposite ropes! Tunny rebounds, and Morello goes for a flying bodypress, but Tunny drops to the mat! Morello rolls onto the mat, and shoots back up at Tunny! Tunny with a forehand smash sends Morello down!

King: A whole lot of flying moves by Morello, but Tunny gets the last laugh with some brute force!

JR: Tunny kicks at Morello, forcing him to roll out to the outside! Tunny follows, but Morello delivers a back elbow to Tunny’s chin! Morello grabs Tunny in a front headlock, and rushes toward the ring post! But Tunny escapes and pushes Morello right into post! Belly-to-back on Morello onto the floor! Tunny rolls back into the ring, and is complaining to the ref that Morello was pulling his hair!

King: The ref’s distracted, and Chuck Tunny starts choking Morello with that steel chain! Classic misdirection tactics demonstrated by the Tunnys!

JR: Chuck releases the choke and sends Morello back in! Tunny picks up Morello, and hits a standing suplex right into the middle of the ring! Tunny with the pin! One..two..th- NO! Morello kicks out!

Joe Tunny executes a jawbreaker on Rogue Morello.
Joe Tunny runs into the ropes.
Joe Tunny misses with a kick.
Joe Tunny hits Rogue Morello with a clothesline.
Joe Tunny gets a chokehold on Rogue Morello.
Bart Farinus warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.
Joe Tunny hits Rogue Morello with head pound on mat.
Joe Tunny yells to the crowd, "Come on, you pansies! You can't beat me!".
Joe Tunny is starting to get under the crowd's skin.
Joe Tunny goes for a left jab, but Rogue Morello side-steps and Joe Tunny
only hits air.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rogue Morello.

(Tunny tries to hit Morello with a clothesline, but Morello ducks and
nails an atomic drop.)

JR: Nice reversal by Morello, who is looking for his first big win in the
BMWF.

King: He came looking in the wrong place against Scrappy Joe!

(Morello bounces off the ropes and hits Tunny with a bulldog. He goes
outside the ropes and stands on the ring apron, waiting for Tunny to get
up.)

JR: This could be a mistake here, King. He needs to stay on Tunny while
he's got him down!

(As Tunny stands up, Morello hits a springboard ...)

King: HOW?!?

JR: And a nice flying head scissors by Rogue Morello!

(Morello quickly climbs the turnbuckles ...)

JR: And there's a split-legged moonsault! Here's a cover! One ... two ...
and a kickout!

King: You can't beat Tunny that easy! That's why they call him Scrappy
Joe!

(Morello picks Tunny up and whips him into the ropes.)

JR: OH! A devastating clothesline by Tunny! That turned Morello inside
out! And Tunny now, with a side headlock. Just trying to squeeze the
fight right out of Rogue Morello.

King: Sqeeze him, Joe! Crank on his head so hard you twist it off!

JR: Rogue is trying to fight it!

(The crowd starts clapping in a rhythm in support of Rogue Morello.)

JR: He's up to one knee now, trying to get to his feet. And there's an
elbow to the gut! And another! Rogue throws him off into the ropes, nails
him with a dropkick! Both men are down!

(The ref starts counting.)

King: Come on, Tunny! Get up!

JR: Both men, trying to get to their feet! And there's a right hand by
Rogue! And one by Scrappy Joe! Both men are trading stiff right hands!
What a match we've got ourselves, here!

Rogue Morello throws Joe Tunny into the turnbuckle.
Rogue Morello chops Joe Tunny.
Rogue Morello punches Joe Tunny.
The crowd is starting to get behind Rogue Morello.
Rogue Morello kicks Joe Tunny.
A small "Rogue Morello" chant is being started.
Rogue Morello goes for a flying axhandle, but Joe Tunny counters it with a punch
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Joe Tunny uses the Running Forearm Smash on Rogue Morello.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, shoulder up.
Joe Tunny executes a right jab on Rogue Morello.
Joe Tunny puts Rogue Morello in a chokehold.
Bart Farinus warns Joe Tunny to let go.
Bart Farinus counts: One, two, three, four.

JR: Tunny sends Morello into the ropes, but he’s met with foot to the gut! Floatover DDT! Morello pulled that out of thin air! Tunny is lying on the mat, and Morello is climbing the corner ropes! He’s on the second turnbuckle! Morello with an elbowdrop…but Tunny moves out of the way just in time!

King: Rogue Morello may have hurt himself there! He’s holding his arm in pain!

JR: Tunny quick to take advantage! He grabs Morello’s arm and twists it around, pushing Morello down to the mat! Tunny pins Morello’s arm down, and slams down on it with his knees! Again, Tunny pushes himself up on his arms and crashes down knees first onto Morello’s arm! Tunny lets Morello up, still holding his arm. Tunny whips Morello forward, but retains a hold on Morello’s arm, and knees Morello in the gut as Morello comes spinning around! Neckbreaker on Morello! Tunny with the pin! One..two..Morello kicks out! Tunny stomps hard on Morello’s gut! Elbow drop to Morello’s throat! And another one! Tunny picks up Morello and runs with him across the ring! Morello is tossed over the top rope to the outside! Tunny follows, and smashes Morello ribs first across the guard rail!

King: Tunny’s on a roll here! He should be able to finish this right now!


JR: Not outside of the ring, King! Tunny picks up Morello and sets him up for a suplex! Morello’s up…but Tunny brings him down forward split legged over the top of the guard rail!

Crowd: Oooooooooooooooh!!!

King: Ouch! I think Morello’s wishing he never came out here tonight!

JR: Morello crumples to the floor, but Tunny picks him up and sends him back into the ring! Tunny rolls in, and is standing over his fallen opponent! Tunny straddles Morello for the Pain Central! Here it is! Here…what? Tunny just stood up!

(Tunny stands over Morello, shaking his finger ‘no’ and mouthing ‘not yet’. The crowd boos him ferociously.)

King: Tunny’s not done yet, JR! He wants to have some more fun!

JR: Well the crowd does not appreciate his manner one bit, and I for one agree with them!

King: You would, JR!

JR: Tunny’s bad mouthing the crowd. He’s not even paying attention to Morello! Morello’s pulling himself up using the ropes! Tunny’s facing the wrong way! Morello looks like he’s getting ready to charge…but Chuck Tunny trips him from the outside! Tunny drops down with an elbow to Morello’s face! Now Tunny’s rubbing Morello’s face in the mat! Really, this is uncalled for!

King: That’s what I do to my dog at home when HE had a little accident, JR! Why should this be any different!

JR: I won’t even dignify that comment with a response! The crowd is really get rowdy here, showing their utter hatred for Scrappy Joe Tunny! Tunny picks up Morello and executes a backbreaker! Tunny with the arrogant cover, just placing his foot on Morello’s chest! One…Morello picks up a shoulder. Tunny is being cocky and is showing no respect for his opponent! This is despicable!

KING: Wait a minute! I think there's supposed ot be an attack right here!

JR: Where? WHERE?

KING: I don't know! I think Howitzer is attacking Tunny!

JR: Where are the Urban Legends?

(The scene cuts to the Urban Legends’ locker room, where Howitzer’s actions are seen on the television screen. The Legends, though, are not paying attention to the television, as they are gathered in a crowd in the opposite corner around Jones, who is still upset about having gotten DQ’ed. Reno is kneeling in a corner in a prayer position with his eyes closed, but the rest of the stable members are fully focused on Jones.)

Jones: He cost me the match! Against a newbie! An’ ain’t nothin’ gonna change that!