(Dreadnaught is seen talking to a stagehand when a hand taps him on the shoulder. Dreadnaught whips around and his fist nearly connects with the chin of the World Champion.)

Lowedown: What a difference a month makes!

Dreadnaught: You got that right! Reno and I got assaulted by damn near everybody on the roster last Monday! You can call me a little jumpy, but the Thug says its justified!

Lowedown: Hey, you were supposed to be watching my back! But, who’s watching yours?

Dreadnaught: Yo, it’s gonna come full circle tonight! So, you still down?

Lowedown: About that…I’ve been thinking, and I am not sure right now!

Dreadnaught: You not sure about what?

Lowedown: I’ll talk to you about it later tonight! Over a beer?

Dreadnaught: Yeah, I am sure after tonight we will both be having that beer in ICU!

Lowedown: Just like old times! Stay up playa!

(Lowedown pats Dreadnaught on the back and walks down the hall.)

Dreadnaught: That’s my line! But, if you ain’t sure about it by now! I will make you sure by the end of the night!

(Dreadnaught smirks and then walks off.)

JR: I don’t know what to make of that King!

King: Lowedown may have more enemies than he thinks!

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Led to the ring by Carlos "Right-Hand Man" Ramirez...
Hailing from Mexico City...
Weighing in at 235 pounds...

Mafioso

LILLY: His opponent...
Fighting out of Chicago, IL...
Weighing in at 190 pounds...

"Mr. Persistence" Tai Hashi


*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Mafioso hits Tai Hashi with a superkick.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Mafioso gets a stepover facelock on Tai Hashi.
Tai Hashi is struggling to reach the ropes.
Tai Hashi reaches the ropes after being locked up for 9 seconds.
Mafioso goes for a T-Bone Suplex, but Tai Hashi blocks it.
Tai Hashi uses a stiff karate kick to the head on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi uses a dropkick on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi runs into the ropes.
Tai Hashi misses with a kick.
Mafioso hits Tai Hashi with an elbow.
Mafioso hits a reverse neckbreaker on Tai Hashi.
You could hear a pin drop.
Mafioso hits a piledriver on Tai Hashi.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Mafioso takes Tai Hashi down with a Russian legsweep.
Mafioso hits a spinebuster on Tai Hashi.
Mafioso takes Tai Hashi down with a pumphandle slam.
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Mafioso runs into the ropes.
Tai Hashi misses with a clothesline.
Mafioso hits Tai Hashi with an elbow.
Mafioso uses a missile dropkick on Tai Hashi.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso hits a missile dropkick on Tai Hashi.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso throws Tai Hashi out of the ring.
Mafioso goes through the ropes.
Mafioso hits Tai Hashi with a Russian legsweep.
Al Johnson counts: 1.
Al Johnson counts: 2.
They're brawling inside the ring area.
Al Johnson counts: 3.
Tai Hashi throws Mafioso into the guardrail.
Al Johnson counts: 4.
Tai Hashi gets back into the ring.
Mafioso climbs back into the ring.
Tai Hashi executes a dropkick on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi whips Mafioso into the ropes.
Tai Hashi executes a stiff karate kick to the head on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi executes a jumping knee on Mafioso.
Tai Hashi raises both little fingers like John Cena but turns his wrists so both
fingers are together..
There are chants of 'boring, boring'.
Tai Hashi goes for a dropkick, but Mafioso side-steps and Tai Hashi
only hits air.
Mafioso covers Tai Hashi.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, kickout.
Mafioso executes the Hit 'Em Up on Tai Hashi.
A few fans are booing Mafioso, while a few others are cheering him.
Mafioso goes for the pin.
Al Johnson counts: One, two, three.
A few fans are booing Mafioso, while a few others are cheering him.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Mafioso!

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

(The camera shows Rogue Morello's buddy Q-Ball sitting in Rogue's locker
room, looking dejected. Slim Jim Sullivan is standing beside Q-Ball with
a mic in his hand. Suddenly, the locker room door bursts open, and a
ticked-off Rogue Morello storms in.)

Q-Ball: Man, this sucks!

(Rogue grabs a folding chair and slings it against the wall before
slamming himself down onto the bench.)

Rogue: You're telling me?!? I'm so *BLEEP*ing mad I don't know what to do
with myself!

Slim Jim: Rogue, I can see you're upset, but do you have any words for
Howitzer after he interfered in your match?

Rogue: You're *BEEP* right I've got some words for him! Howitzer, I don't
know what made you come down to that ring and do what you did, and
frankly I don't care. All I know is that you robbed me of a clean ending
to a great match. You cost me a chance at getting a victory on BMWF
pay-per-view, and now I'm pissed off! Since you decided to put yourself
in my match, I think I'm gonna put myself into a match with you! How bout
it, Howitzer? Next Monday night on Bedlam. Me and you. Let's do it, if
you've got the guts! Now, Slim, I hate to be an @$$, but I'd like it if
you'd leave me alone for a while.

Slim Jim: Sure thing.

(Sullivan heads for the door as Rogue stands up and kicks the bench he
was just sitting on.)

Q-Ball: It'll be alright, man. Just calm down.

Rogue: I can't wait to get my hands on Howitzer!

>>> 

JR: I am getting word that Michael Bole is standing by with Pain in the back somewhere.

King: This is going to be good.

(The scene cuts back to Michael Bole standing inside the boiler room with Pain.)

Bole: Pain, it seems the fans have been on your case about your looks....

Pain: MIchael Bole.... Are you trying to add fuel to the fire? Because I could break your stinking neck in a blink of an eye.

Bole: I didn't mean anything about it Pain. I was just speaking of how the fans started....

Pain: Don't you say it.... I know what they say about me. I know what they say when I have my back turned.... I know what you even say about me when I have my back turned....

Bole: pain I have never really said anything about you.

Pain: All these guys that think that they are handsome.... They make fun of me... Just because I was burned.... Just because i was burned as a child....

Bole: but you have found success from that moment in time...

Pain: Success by making pretty boys.... Turn ugly like me....

Bole: Speaking of Pretty Boys...

Pain: Reno... He has made a fatal mistake..... He thinks he looks so great.... He thinks that he is go great... All your good looks Reno... Will never save your life.... Nothing is goin g to save you from what I will do to you tonight.... After tonight..... You will become a sacrifice...

(Pain raises his arms and drops them. The boiler begins to glow bright red as Pain walks away and leave Michael Bole standing there looking scared.)

>>>


(Dread is shown taping his wrist for his match. In the Background Reno is shown reading what appears to be an ancient form of the bible.)

Dread: Whatch ya readin?

Reno: Psalms, the ancient Hebrew translation.

Dread: What?!? Maybe you should quit reading and start getting ready for your match with PAIN.

Reno: Easy my friend. Listen to his. " For the power of the wicked will be broken, but the Lord upholds the righteous. The days of the blamess are known to Lord. and their inheritance will endure forever. , But the wicked will perhis: The Lord's enemies will be like the beauty of the fields, they will vanish-vanish like smoke."

Dread: Look man, I think it's great that you cleaned yourself up, I think it's great that this new gimmick is over with the fans and you've got something that motivates you. But bro, this cat is one bad man. He will break you in half if you dont watch yourself out there.

(Reno stands and places his hand on Dreads shoulder.)

Reno: Look Dread, just because I quote the scripture or deliver the lords word with violence and anger. Don't forget who I am, Who I was and Who I am going to be. Pain will see first hand why I am still the dirtiest player in the game.

Dread: Allright! Now that is what I am talkin about.

Reno: True.

Dread: Preacher on Preacher man, the congregation is taking there seats.

Reno: Sounds like the choir is starting to sing, I think I hear my music, I have a sermon to preach.

Dread: Preach on.

>>> 

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Fighting out of New Orleans, LA...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

"Pretty Boy" Reno Fontayne

(A image of the globe in flames begins to show on the bruisertron suddenly a highway sign that reads HELL population 1. Shows on the screen.)

PA: GOING MY WAY!?

("Highway to Hell" begins to pound thru the arena as Reno steps from the darkness of the bruisertron wearing his black leather clerics tunic. Reno stands at the top of the ramp as a lone line of flames ignites down the center of the entrance ramp extinguishing itself before Reno steps into the fire.)

JR: Listen to this capacity crowd tonite!
King: These guys would root for a monkey in a bikini!

(Reno pauses at the top of the ring steps as he does he points to the lights. A blinding whitle spotlight shines down in the center of the ring.)

Crowd: RENO, RENO, RENO, RENO,

(Reno stands in the middle of the ring bathing in the lights. Quickly Reno removes his tunic exposing a black morraly bankrupt tee-shirt.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Weighing in at 375 pounds...

"The Big Dead Machine" Pain 

("Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as Pain walks definantly as the fans chant ugly. He steps over the top rope. He walks to the center of the ring. He raises his arms and drops them as flames shoot out of the cornerposts.)

JR: Pain didn't even wait for the bell!!! He went straight for Reno!!!

King: I heard Reno has been talking about his good looks.

JR: Pain has Reno by the throat and just slung him like a ragdoll across the ring!!!!

(Pain grabs a mic.)

Pain: Reno.... Reno.... How is your head? It is about to look like mine!!!!!

(Pain grabs Reno and drags him to the corner. He holds his head over the cornerpost.)

JR: Pain is raising that arm.... I know he is not going to do this.

King: He is about to make Reno like himself!!!!

JR: Reno fought out of the corner!!! Pain is staggered!!!! Reno is going for a cross bodyblock!!!

King: LOOK JR!!!!

JR: PAIN JUST CAUGHT RENO IN THE AIR!!!!!

King: It looks bad for Reno!!!!

JR: POWERSLAM!!!! AND LOOK AT PAIN SMILING!!!!!

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Scotty Scott comes to ringside.
Reno Fontayne hits Pain.
The crowd seems to be rallying behind Reno Fontayne.
Pain hits Reno Fontayne.
The crowd is behind Pain all the way.
Pain runs into the ropes.
Reno Fontayne hits Pain with a kick.

JR: Reno is playing cat and mouse with Pain!
King: Yeah if he doesn't Pain is going to kill him!

(Reno begins ducking the wild right and left hands from the big dead machine. Reno strikes Pain with hard right and lefts to the body as he continues to duck under the swinging punches of the massive wrestler.)

JR: Reno is going to have to keep using this strategy. Pain is just too strong to try and go toe to toe with.

King: Come on Pain, stuff that bible up that holy rollers...

JR: HEY this is a family show!

(Pain finally catches Reno with a hard right uppercut to the throat sending Reno hard into the corner.)

King: WOOHOO!! He Got Him!!

JR: Reno Fontayne stands on the top rope and fixes his hair..
The cheers for Reno Fontayne are drowning out the boos.

JR: Reno I think is, yes he's been busted wide open by the hard right hand of Pain.

King: This guy needs to just lay down and get it over with.

(Pain sensing that Reno is done for raises the former IC champion over his shoulder and signals for his tombstone piledriver. Reno begins frantically kicking his legs, Pain locks his arms around the waist of Reno and begins to set him up for the pile driver. Reno in desperation continues to kick his legs. Pain stumbles as he does Reno is able to wriggle free and slide free from Pains grasp.)

JR: He got loose!
King: Catch him PAIN!

(Pain angrilly lunges toward the prone Reno. Reno rolls clear at the last second as a huge knee of pain lands on the mat where Reno was laying prone. Pain clutches his knee in pain (no pun intended) as he struggles to his feet Reno hits a hard dropkick to the back of the injured knee sending Pain down to mat.)

JR: This is classic Fontayne, picking apart his opponet the moment he see's a weak spot.

King: He better pin Pain now or he's gonna get squashed like a bug.

(Reno begins stomping on the injured knee of pain over and over again actually getting a howl of pain to come out of the big dead machine.)

(Reno and Pain are standing in the center of the ring both men are bloodied. Reno is dropped to his knees by a hard uppercut from Pain. quickly Reno reaches up and places a hard thumb to the eye of Pain. The blinded big dead machine steps backwards and begins swinging wildly.)

JR: Reno has blinded the monster!
King: He's cheating!
JR: He is the dirtiest player in the game.

(Reno quickly pulls himself to his feet and begins to stalk the blinded Pain. Reno charges across the ring hitting Pain with a vicious flyng forearm that sends the big monster back into the corner. Reno wearilly mounts the turnbuckle and begins to pummel Pain with right and left hands.)

Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE,

(Before the crowd can reach ten. Pain lifts Reno high over his head chokeing the former IC champion as he is held over Pains head.)

King: Squeeze him Pain!

(Reno in desperation jambs both thumbs into the eyes of Pain. a howl is heard as Reno is dropped from 10 feet in the air to the mat. Pain doubles over clutching his eyes as he does Reno grabs Pain by the back of leaping into the air he drives Pain's head face first into the ring mat. )

JR: GLAMOUR SHOT! GLAMOUR SHOT! WE HAVEN'T SEEN THAT SINCE RENO'S RETURN.

(A bloodied Reno rolls Pain up for the pin as the referee counts. 1,2...)

Scotty Scott pulls Reno Fontayne out of the ring.
Pain throws Reno Fontayne out of the ring.
Earl Hepner counts: one, two, three, four, Pain distracts Earl Hepner.
Scotty Scott hits Reno Fontayne with a powerbomb.
The cheers for Reno Fontayne are drowning out the boos.
Reno Fontayne is out cold.
Earl Hepner is back on the job: five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
The chants for Pain are deafening.

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is Pain!

PA: WE ARE THE MESSENJAHS!

JR: What the-

(The lights go black, and we hear a voice over the PA system.)

PA: Do you think that the Lord will judge those who practice evil and those false prophets who spread it in his name seperately? Do you truly think you two are following the true word?

(There is silence, and spotlights come on Reno and Pain.)

PA: DO YOU?!?!?!?

(There is an explosive pyro from the turnbuckles, and the flames continue to come out.)

PA: YOU HAD BEST LEARN! THE MESSENJAHS HAVE COME, AND YOU TWO SHALL CONVERT LEST IT MEAN YOUR OWN DEMISE!!!!!!!! OBEY US!!!!

(The flames go away, and the spotlights stay on. In a few seconds, the lights go back on, and we see The Messenjahs standing atop the turnbuckles.)

ELIJAH: This is not a condemnation……

SOLOMON: …only a warning.

(Reno and Pain makea move toward The Messenjahs, but they simply leap off the turnbuckles to the arena floor. They slowly walk to the back as "The Messenjah" by P.O.D. plays over the intercom.)

KING: These Messenjahs just don't know who to pick fights with, do they?

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

*** Note from Black to the readers of this... if you listen to the song "Right Now" while reading this, it's uber cool. - Thanks ***

(The bruisertron shows an image of an old television with nothing but static being heard or seen. Slowly, a hand reaches over and turns one of the ancient knobs, switching the channel to a stage with KoRn, led by Jon Davis playing their song "Right Now." At first, during the fairly slow and method beginning of the song, images of both Headhunter and William Black flash up on the Bruisertron.)

(The footage of Headhunter shows him teeing off on a punching bag, training and warming up. William Black is seen sitting on a weight bench doing curls. Several more images of both men training flash up before the footage goes back to KoRn playing their song.)

(As the song starts to slow towards the middle, the imagry on the Bruisertron splits to the left and right. William Black is on the left, with Headhunter on the right. Both men are striking some form of fairly intimidating pose. Then the Bruisertron flashes on and off a few times in rapid succession, deleting the images and going back to KoRn, with Mr. Davis hunched over the mic like he's about to explode...)

(Then all at once, in an explosion of violent lyrics, footage of the entire conflict between Headhunter and William Black, starting from the very beginning erupts on the Bruisertron. The first roll of footage is Headhunter throwing Black over the top rope at Bedlam bowl. Then several shots of interviews follow, leading up to the bloody beating in London. But it shows Headhunter's vicious retaliation and backstage beating... which flows into William Black's most
recent backstage attack, with Headhunter hanging upside down and getting a baseball bat broken across his face.)

(The video footage briefly falls back to the band jamming on stage and a huge mosh pit, only to go back to Headhunter and Black fighting in the ring, trading punches and hitting wicked looking moves on each other. Finally, as the song comes towards the end, the imagry is of Headhunter and William Black standing face to face in the middle of the ring.)

(When the song ends, the footage goes back to KoRn and Jon Davis turning the TV channel back to the staticy station and turning off the Television.)

>>>

Axe is sitting in the canteen, flipping through a Punisher comic book as he manages to simultaneously eat a philly cheese steak and smoke a Marlboro. Dizi wanders by eating a chocolate cream donut. As she passes Axe's table, a blob of chocolate cream falls on his tag title belt. Dizi picks up the belt and walks over to the counter. She shoves the donut in her mouth and grabs a napkin, trying to wipe the chocolate off the belt, but only manages to spread it over a larger area. Axe flips a page, glances over to where his title should be and notices it gone. He jumps up, looking around the room and notices Dizi with his title belt. He heads over with an angry look on his face.)

Axe: I don't know how you got in here and come to think of it I don't care but what I do care about is YOU putting your grubby little hands on my belt! Your lucky your a woman because I would h-oh wait! Are you Dizi?

(Dizi chews her donut thoughtfully as she listens to Axe rant at her, then take a minute to swallow.)

Dizi: Yeah, I'm Dizi.

Axe: Oh sorry about that...I thought you were some crazy fan that managed to get in here, nice to meet you I am Axe.

(Dizi hands Axe the dirty napkin, grabs another and continues to clean chocolate cream of his belt.)

(Axe looks at the dirty napkin and shrugs his shoulders crumpling it in a ball and throws it on the ground.)

Dizi: I got chocolate on someone's belt and everyone is so touchy about their belts that I thought I ought to clean it off. (thinks for a second) Did you say this was your belt? (hands him another dirty napkin and continues cleaning the belt)

(Axe cracks a smile and tosses another napkin to the ground and decides to sit at the table taking a few drags of his cigarette slowly exhaling the smoke into the air to avoid getting in Dizi's face.)

Axe: Well thank you for the kind gesture of cleaning it up. Are those chocolate cream donuts?

Dizi: Yeah, they're my favorites! And I was starved. They were in my dressing room, so I figured I could eat them. So, you're a tag champion?

Axe: Yeah I am one half of the BMWF Tag Team Champions The Darkening, my partner is Witherspoon. I believe you two met last week and were supposed to go to the movies?

(Dizi thinks for a minute, then nods slowly.)

Dizi: Yeah, he was supposed to take me to see Troy, but he didn't. That wasn't very nice of him! I had to see it by myself, except for Donnie. He came, too.

Axe: Donnie's your brother right? Yeah I've seen him in the back...he pushes you around a lot wouldn't you say?

Dizi: Yeah, sometimes... he thinks he has the right to boss me around because he's older by like 5 minutes.

(Dizi finishes cleaning the belt and hands it to Axe with the last of the dirty napkins.)

(Axe knocks the dirty napkins to the ground and smiles retrieving his title and throws it onto his right shoulder.)

Axe: Thanks. I hope you enjoyed the donuts, I found out they were your favorite so I was the one who delivered them to your locker room.

Dizi: Thanks!

(Dizi smiles brightly at Axe.)

Dizi: You know, some people after the movie were saying that it wasn't any good because it wasn't faithful to 'The Iliad' but, if you think about it, how faithful could they be? The Iliad starts with Achilles being upset with Agamemnon and ends with *CENSORED FOR POSSIBLE SPOILER*. Without the backstory and the end of the war, which came from 'The Odyssey 'the movie would have kind of sucked.

(Axe stubs out the cigarette and realized she just blew the entire movie but doesn't seem to fazed.)

Axe: So you would have preferred to have seen Shrek 2? I wasn't going to go see Troy...well not now 'cause you told me...but I am more into horror and action/dramas like Quentin Tarantino flicks.

Dizi: You know that's bad for you.

(Dizi leans forward and pulls a pack of Marlboro Reds out of Axe's pocket.)

Dizi: See, it says so right here, "Surgeon General's Warning: Quitting Smoking Now Greatly Reduces Serious Risks to Your Health."

Axe: Yeah but doesn't professional wrestling? I like smoking it helps me relax and forget about my troubles...can I have them back...please?

(Dizi smiles at him and hands him his cigarettes.)

Dizi: Actually, I didn't really blow the movie, because unless you read the Odyssey, you don't really know the ending. I read "The Odyssey" and "The Iliad" and I still like the movie. Of course, Brad Pitt was half naked quite a lot so that could explain it.

(Axe shudders and tries to get the thought of a half naked Brad Pitt out of his head.)

Axe: I am not much of a reader well except for comic books...the odd Stephen King and biographies on certain punk and rock bands once in awhile.

(Dizi looks up from inspecting her hands.)

Dizi: I read a Stephen King book once, it gave me nightmares. You know, though, you ought it have a word with your partner. It wasn't nice of him to say he'd take me to a movie and then not do it. And my hands are not grubby.

(Dizi holds her hands out towards Axe as if for inspection.)

(Axe looks very carefully causing Dizi to make a face as Axe smiles.)

Axe: I am just joking. No, there not...I thought you were one of those "fans" I am not well liked by many...and there imbeciles. But on the subject of my partner I remember him saying he had a date and told me he was going to the theaters so I think you kept him waiting. He met up with me later and said he got stood up...but don't worry he's not too mad.

(Dizi ponders that for a minute.)

Dizi: Oh. Maybe I forgot. Tell... um... your partner I said I was sorry if I forgot. Why don't they like you?

Axe: Alright I will. Who? Oh...the fans? Because I speak the truth and tell them who they really are and when I try to be friendly and ask for respect I get booed...I've never been accepted I am just use to it...like when I was a kid I never got picked for sports...I got beat up by bullies...was laughed at everyone...I am an outcast...a loner...a social misfit.

(Axe gets a bit lost in his thoughts and snaps back to reality.)

Axe: Ahem...yeah.

(Dizi looks sympathetic as she listens to Axe ramble.)

Dizi: Yeah, I don't think people around here like me very much. Of course, the fans are really nice, but the other wrestlers, not so much. Like that Judge Broody, she's got her panties in a twist thinking I want her stupid belt. And Aquatic... well, she's not too bad. A little tense, maybe. And I think she's a few sandwiches short of picnic. And I'm not sure, but I think the announcers have it in for me.

Axe: But anyways enough about that.

(Axe grabs his pack of cigarettes and lights another one much to Dizi's dismay.)

(Dizi watches him for a minute, then leans forward, grabs his cigarette pack and lighter.)

Dizi: You don't mind, do you?

(Dizi proceeds to light a cigarette, takes a deep drag and exhales.)

Axe: Calling the kettle black aren't we?

(Donnie walks into the canteen, looks around and spots his sister.)

Donnie: Danielle MacPhearson! Are you smoking?

(Dizi hastily drops the cigarette and grinds it under her heel.)

Dizi: No! I was just telling Axe that smoking was bad for him and he should quit!

(Donnie walks over and looks at Axe, then Dizi.)

Donnie: Come on, you have to get ready for your match. Are you sure you weren't smoking?

Dizi: I quit last month, you know that!

(Donnie starts to drag Dizi away. Dizi turns around and waves at Axe.)

Dizi: (calls back) Thanks for the donuts!

Axe: No problem! It was my cigarette Donnie! Nice meeting you Dizi! Good luck in your match!

(Axe smiles and chuckles to himself watching Donnie drag his sister away as Axe goes back to his table to finish his food lighting another cigarette on the way.)

>>>

(The scene opens in the backstage area. Michael Bole stands, looking into
the camera. To his right is The Headhunter who is pacing up and down.)

BOLE: Tonight we will witness the culmination of an intense war that
started way back in January at the Bedlam Bowl. The Headhunter goes one on one
with William Black in a body bag match.

(The Headhunter stops pacing.)

HEADHUNTER: Oh yeah it ends tonight! I'm sick of the little BLEEP getting
involved in my business. So I threw the piece of crap over the top rope at
the Bedlam Bowl, big deal! It was nothing personal, I was just getting the
job done. But this guy takes it personal and sees fit to interfere in
everything that I have done since. I can't wait for this match tonight
Bole,
because he won't be bothering me anymore once I have finished with him.

BOLE: How do you feel about the body bag stipulation?

HEADHUNTER: I love it Bole! It's the most intelligent thing that Black has
ever come up with, and the most stupid at the same time. He knows how
dangerous I am and he makes this thing no holds barred? He makes this a
match where you have to stuff your opponent in a body bag? How dumb can
one
guy be? Bole, tonight I will end Black, he won't be bothering anyone ever
again!

BOLE: Does you joining Prime Time add another dimension to this contest?

HEADHUNTER: When I joined up with the boys it turned this into a Prime
Time
versus Urban Legends feud, but now this is just one on one. Prime Time has
much bigger fish to fry than the Urban Legends! This thing between me and
Black is just between us, and he better see it that way himself. If he
brings his Urban Legend buddies to the ring with him, I'm going to turn up
the intensity on the hell that comes to the ring with me. He's in for an
BLEEP kicking like he's never had before. He better be ready, because the
target is locked on, and my finger is on the trigger!

Voice: Brother Headhunter, you know you have sinned!

(The camera reveals that Reno is standing right in front of the Headhunter. Before the Headhunter can pull his fist back his is cracked from behind with a bat.)

JR: Dreadnaught just dropped Headhunter like a sack of potatoes!

(Dreadnaught and Reno stand over Headhunter.)

Dreadnaught: Yo, I remember when the English used to be a lot tougher!

Reno: Much like pillars of sand, he collapsed when rained upon. He is now suffering the pain he deserves after taking the Tag Team titles from our hands! This man is no hero, he is a villain that must suffer!

Dreadnaught: Did you say suffer?

Reno: Yes Brother Dread!

Dreadnaught: Good!

(Dreadnaught kneels down and puts the metal bat right to the throat of the Headhunter. The Headhunter struggles for air as Dreadnaught stares right into his eyes.)

Reno: Just as the air is escaping your lungs, it is time to repent! Remember your place, and remember the life you had! Brother Dread, it is time to go! This man has suffered for his sins!

(Dreadnaught pulls the bat off and stands back up.)

Dreadnaught: You are right! He does have to go back to England!

(Dreadnaught and Reno walk down the hall.)

Dreadnaught: One down, Reno!

JR: There may be more beatings by these two tonight!

>>>

KING: Look! It's Jimmy Swaggert and Jim Bakker siting next to Charlton Heston!

JR: Good grief!

>>> 

LILLY: This contest is a Body Bag match scheduled for one fall.

(Suddenly the lights in the arena fade to black. A heartbeat sounds across
the PA, and as each beat sounds, a flash of light appears on the
Bruisertron. Suddenly a cross haired target appears in the centre of the
ring. The target moves slowly from the ring, up the ramp and onto the
stage,
where it stops. The heartbeat over the PA stops for a moment and there is
silence. A pyro rocket shoots from the lighting rig, into the centre of
the
target on the stage. Pyro fire erupts along the front of the stage.)

PA: THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!!!!

("Fight Music" by D12 blasts across the PA. The Headhunter appears in the
entranceway, the hood on his top covering his head. He stands and looks
over
the crowd for a moment.) (Before passing through the pyro fire and walking
to the ring.)

LILLY GARCIA: On his way to the ring from London, England, weighing in at
three hundred and two pounds...THE HEADHUNTER!!!

(He passes through the pyro fire and walking to the ring.)

JR: This is a man on a mission! He has been troubled by William Black for
months now, and tonight he wants it to end.

KING: Someone's life could be over here tonight JR, they're using body
bags!

JR: I'm sure the two competitors have visions of destroying their
opponent!

(The Headhunter slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. He stands and
looks around the crowd. He gives the traditional cut throat signal and the
fire on the stage dies and the music fades out. After a few seconds the
light comes up as The Headhunter removes his hood.)

KING: Look at the look on the face of The Headhunter, he's ready!

LILLY: His opponent...
From Phoenix, Arizona...
Weighing in at 249 pounds...

William Black


*DING DING*

(The Headhunter scowls across the ring at Black as he pulls the hooded top
over his head. Suddenly he throws it down and charges at Black, spearing
him into the corner with a massive shoulder charge. The referee signals for
the bell.)

**DING DING**

JR: The bell has gone and we are underway in this body bag match!
The Headhunter launches a round of right and lefts into the body of Black
The Headhunter boots Black in the stomach several times
Black hits a thumb to the eye of The Headhunter
The Headhunter stumbles out of the corner
The Headhunter looks up at Black
Black slumps in the corner

KING: What a start to the match!

JR: Black charges at The Headhunter
The Headhunter catches Black
The Headhunter executes a belly to belly suplex on Black
Black flies across the ring
The Headhunter stands up
The Headhunter raises Black to his feet
The Headhunter hoists Black up
The Headhunter executes a gorilla press slam on Black
Black crashes into the mat

JR: Wow! We've just started this match and already we've got a slobberknocker!
King: These two guys HATE each other! Look at'em go!

(Finally, Black gets the bright idea to bounce off the ropes and come at Headhunter, but the bigger of the two men falls flat on the canvas. Black hops over him and rebounds off of the opposite rope. William Black and Headhunter smack into each other in the middle of the ring, but neither man goes down. Instead, both stand nose to nose with each other. After a few heated words at each other, Headhunter pushes Black.)

King: A push? What kind of--

(Black pushes Headhunter back. Headhunter, looking rather upset, backs up a step, and then all at once swings at Mr. Black. William Black ducks though, and drops Headhunter with a swinging neckbreaker.)

JR: Black hits a clothesline on The Headhunter
The Headhunter drops to the mat
Black raises his arms in the air
The crowd boos Black
Black raises The Headhunter up
Black whips The Headhunter into the ropes
The Headhunter bounces off the ropes
Black attempts a clothesline on The Headhunter
The Headhunter ducks the shot
The Headhunter bounces off the ropes
Black spins around
The Headhunter dives at Black
The Headhunter hits a diving clothesline on Black
Black smashes into the mat
The Headhunter quickly gets up
Black gets to his feet
The Headhunter grabs Black by the back of the head
The Headhunter throws Black over the top rope

KING: Ha, a repeat of the Bedlam Bowl! Black won't like that!

JR: Black crashes to the outside of the ring
The Headhunter drops out of the ring
The Headhunter raises Black up
The Headhunter whips Black into the side of the ring
Black's back bounces off the edge of the ring
The Headhunter boots Black in the stomach
The Headhunter hits an implant DDT on the outside
Black's head bounces off the floor with a sickening thud
The Headhunter pulls up the ring apron
The Headhunter looks under the ring

KING: What's he doing JR!

JR: The Headhunter pulls out a steel chair
The Headhunter jabs the chair into the stomach of Black
Black sits up holding his stomach
The Headhunter swings the chair

**SMACK**

The Headhunter smashes the chair into the face of Black
Black flops to the floor
The Headhunter places the steel chair on the face of Black
The Headhunter points to the top rope
The crowd buzzes

KING: He's not going to do that?!

JR: The Headhunter climbs onto the ring apron
The Headhunter points to the tope turnbuckle
The crowd gets louder
The Headhunter climbs to the top rope
The Headhunter gives the cut throat signal
The Headhunter dives off the top rope
The Headhunter hits a diving headbutt onto the chair onto Black's face

CROWD: HOLY BLEEP HOLY BLEEP!!

KING: Aaaaaahhh! I can't believe he just did that!

JR: The Headhunter leaped from the top rope all the way to the ringside
floor onto a chair! My God!

KING: But has it paid off, he hasn't moved since!

JR: Black is not moving
The Headhunter stirs a little
After a few moments The Headhunter pulls himself up to his knees
The Headhunter gets to his feet
The Headhunter stumbles around the outside of the ring
The Headhunter grabs a body bag
The Headhunter walks towards Black

KING: He's going for the win JR!

JR: The Headhunter unzips the body bag
The Headhunter lays the bag on the floor
The Headhunter drags Black towards the bag
The Headhunter pulls Black's legs into the bag
The Headhunter pulls Black's midsection into the bag
Black suddenly hits a low blow on The Headhunter
The Headhunter drops to his knees

KING: That'll stop you!

JR: Black slowly slides out of the bag

The Headhunter puts William Black in a bearhug.
William Black tries to escape the hold.
William Black grabs the ropes after holding out for 16 seconds.

JR: Wow! Did you see that King? William Black got planted!
King: Huh? No... I wasn't paying attention. I was watching that blond in the front row!

(While Headhunter takes a moment to get up, Black is quick to roll outside of the ring. He paces for a few seconds, shaking cobwebs out. Headhunter isn't having any of this though, and is quick to come out after him.)

JR: Headhunter, outside of the ring. Headhunter attacks Black from behind. Irish whip from Headhunter sends William Black toppling over the steel steps. You can see the pain in Black's face. Headhunter goes to work with a series of punches.

**SPLAT**

King: Yow!
JR: Ouch! William Black's face just got bounced off of the steel steps.

(Headhunter tries to slam Black's face into the steel steps again, but William Black counters with an elbow, and in turn slams Headhunter's face into the steel steps. He seems to go berzerk after that, and continuously makes Headhunter's head and the steel steps kiss. After four consecutive smashes into the steel, the crowd counts along.)

JR: Black with a wicked assault. Headhunter's face is busted wide open! Somebody's gotta stop this massacre!

CAPACITY CROWD: 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!

(William Black doesn't seem to have any interest in stopping though, and continues the assault.)

CAPACITY CROWD: 11! 12! 13! 14! 15!

(After 25 hits, Headhunter's face is worn out and a bloody mess. William Black runs Headhunter into the steel post, and then the announcer table, and finally irish whips him into the barricade. After a brief pause to examine his handiwork, William Black chucks Headhunter back into the ring.)

JR: That was just wrong! Headhunter's a human being! There's no way his face will ever be the same again!
King: Hey, at least it won't make him any uglier! Ha! Ha!

KING: Black has seriously gone to work on The Headhunter

JR: Black hits a right hand to the face of The Headhunter
Black grabs a body bag
Black wraps the bag around the face of The Headhunter
The Headhunter writhes around in panic
Black holds the bag there

KING: He's going to kill him JR!

JR: The Headhunter starts to fade
After a few moments The Headhunter is barely moving
Black pulls the bag from the face of The Headhunter
Black pulls The Headhunter to his feet
Black attempts the Empty Chamber

KING: If he hits this it's over!

JR: The Headhunter blocks the move
Black attempts the Empty Chamber again
The Headhunter blocks the move again
Black releases The Headhunter
Black charges at The Headhunter
The Headhunter moves out of the way
The Headhunter throws Black over the top rope

KING: The Headhunter really must like seeing Black fly over those ropes

JR: The Headhunter drops to the outside
The Headhunter raises Black to his feet
The Headhunter boots Black in his stomach
The Headhunter hoist Black up in the slam position
The Headhunter runs across the outside of the ring carrying Black
The Headhunter smashes Black down with a running powerslam
The Headhunter stands
Black is motionless
The Headhunter reaches into his pocket
The Headhunter pulls out a set of Brass Knux
The Headhunter slides the Knux onto his fist

KING: I was waiting to see those!

JR: What, the Knux?

KING: No, the puppies in this magazine that I have here!

JR: You never cease to amaze me!
The Headhunter motions for Black to stand
Black slowly gets to his knees
The Headhunter shuffles towards Black
The Headhunter smashes to Knux into the forehead of Black
Black slumps to the floor
Blood pours from a wound on the face of Black
The Headhunter raises Black up
The Headhunter throws Black into the ring

**LATER IN THE MATCH**

JR: Black whips The Headhunter into the corner
The Headhunter smashes into the turnbuckles
Black boots The Headhunter in the stomach
Black gives the cut throat signal
Black snaps a rear chin lock on The Headhunter

KING: He can't be serious! He's going for The Headhunter's move!

JR: Black nods his head and laughs

KING: He's actually going to do this!

JR: Black attempts to hoist The Headhunter up
The Headhunter blocks the move with his leg
Black smashes a flurry of forearms into the back of The Headhunter
Black hoists The Headhunter up
Black holds The Headhunter in the vertical suplex position

KING: He is doing this!

JR: Suddenly The Headhunter slides out of Black's grip
The Headhunter lands on his feet
The Headhunter pushes Black into the ropes
Black bounces off the ropes
The Headhunter smashes his fist into the face of Black
Black flops to the mat
Another wound opens up on the face of Black

KING: He still has the Knux on! Black is well and truly busted open now!

JR: The Headhunter drops to the outside
The Headhunter pulls a trash can from under the ring
The Headhunter slides into the ring
The Headhunter smashes the can into the face of Black
The Headhunter places the trash can in the centre of the ring
The Headhunter raises Black to his feet
The Headhunter gives the cutthroat signal

KING: Now he's going for it!

JR: The Headhunter hoists Black up
The Headhunter smashes Black down onto the trash can with a vicious
Targetbuster

KING: Aaaaaahhh!

JR: What an impact!
The Headhunter stands
The Headhunter grabs the body bag
The Headhunter pulls Black's legs into the bag
The Headhunter rolls Black's body into the bag
The Headhunter starts to zip up the bag
The Headhunter zips the bag up half way
Black sticks his hand through and blocks the zip
The Headhunter stomps into the chest of Black

Black grabs Headhunter's foot and trips him.

Black gets out of the body bag.

(After a quick exchange, William Black managed to make a counter, and takes control with a quick boot to the gut, followed by an Implant DDT. William Black sits next to the downed Headhunter for a second and shakes his head looking out into the crowd, perhaps a little frustrated.)

BLACK: This guy's trying to kick my @$$!
JR: I don't think Mr. Black was prepared for the amount of pain Headhunter wanted to inflict. What about you King?
King: Ah, I'm not worried. He seems to have it all under control. See, he's going for the bodybag now. This should be easy enough.

(William Black exits the ring and grabs the bodybag, climbing back inside the ring. But when he returns, Headhunter is starting to stir after the DDT, so he tosses the Bodybag off to the side and goes to work with a trio of signature Fist Drops.)

(Black gains control of the situation after reversing an Irish Whip and slingshotting Headhunter right back at him, and then quickly locking him in the Blacklock. William Black slowly and methodically grinds away in the hold, driving Headhunter down to a knee, but the crowd is behind Headhunter, booing William Black. Headhunter seems to be motivated by this, and starts to build up a head full of steam, pulling himself back up to his feet.)

CAPACITY CROWD: Will-iam Sucks! Will-iam Sucks! Will-iam Sucks!

(Headhunter scores with an elbow, but Black doesn't break the hold, instead driving him back down to the mat by kicking him in the back of the knee and applying the pressure again. But Headhunter still has some fight in him, and scores with two more elbows, finally making Black break the hold.)

JR: There he goes! William Black breaks the hold. Headhunter off the ropes! Clothesline! William Black nearly got his head taken off! Black, back on his feet, but I'm not sure how! Headhunter with a stiff chop. Headhunter with a hard right hand! Black is against the ropes!

(William Black short circuits Headhunter's comeback with a desperation Low Blow, and then out of spite, he follows it with an Eye Gouge, which gets a series of boos from the crowd.)

JR: Oh and a thumb to the eyes! How Cheap! Leave it to Mr. Black to cheat!
King: JR, this is a William Black RP... you knew he was going to writing a cheating spot sooner or later! Besides, it's legal in this match! Ha! Ha!!
JR: Whatev--Empty Chamber! Again! Twice! Black drags Headhunter to his feet one more time! Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber '03 on Headhunter! That's Three Empty Chambers in a row!

(Black doesn't look finished though, and just like last week on Bedlam, the adrenaline kicks in and Black jumps up. He rips off his shirt, and smacks Headhunter across the back of the head. He pauses just long enough to point out to somebody in the crowd and taunt them before finally dragging Headhunter back to his feet, slapping him again in the process.)

JR: What's he gonna do?!

(William Black walks Headhunter over to the corner, and climbs up on the top rope. He sits there for a second, and then jumps off with another Empty Chamber '03!)

King: Oh my! An Empty Chamber from the top rope! Headhunter's got to be dead now!
JR: William Black is going crazy with Empty Chambers!


JR: Listen to this capacity crowd, on their feet. You can hear the boos directed at William

Black. They're deafening!
King: Yah! It's horrible! These idiots are booing the wrong guy!

CAPACITY CROWD: Will-iam Sucks! Will-iam Sucks! Will-iam Sucks!

(Black delivers a ring shaking SPINEBUSTER, not content to win without his own series of linked moves. He quickly hops back up to his feet and moves to the corner, raising his forearm high in the air, waiting on the chance to hit his signature flying forearm that leads up to his finisher.)

JR: I don't think it's going to matter much King! We've all seen this before! Flying Forearm!

Headhunter is down!
King: Again!
JR: Empty Chamber! Empty Chamber '03 on Headhunter! William Black's got the bodybag!

(Black grabs the bodybag after leaving Headhunter layed out and bloody in the middle of the ring and yanks it open. William Black drags Headhunter to his feet again, and delivers another Empty Chamber, this time splattering him in the middle of the bodybag. Black kicks the other half of the bodybag over, and then drops to a knee and does a quick zipping up job.)

JR: Another Empty Chamber! That's SIX of them in this match! Headhunter's not going anywhere!

The referee is calling for the bell!

*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is William Black!

JR: We finally have a winner in this long blood feud!
King: You're right we have a winner! We have a cocky, arrogant, conniving winner! I like him and

I think the fans like him too!

(Black poses in each of the four turnbuckles, seeming to regain energy almost immediately, eating up the deafening boos.)

KING: YAHHH! Look! The body bag is opening!

JR: Headhunter has finally gotten out of the bodybag!

He nails Black from behind!

Now he's stuffing Black into the bodybag!

(The body bag starts to move. Black wriggles around in the bag. The
Headhunter looks across to the bag and shakes his head. He moves over and
drags the bag to the edge of the ring. He drops out of the ring then pulls
the bag onto his shoulder.)

KING: Where is he taking him?

(The Headhunter walks up the ramp with Black in the body bag over his
shoulder. Black continues to wriggle around in the bag.)

JR: What are his intentions?

(The Headhunter reaches the stage and moves to the left. He stands at the
edge of the stage. The crowd begins to click on and cheers loudly.)

JR: He wouldn't do this! He can't do this!

(The Headhunter hoists Black into the gorilla press position. The crowd
goes to fever pitch. The Headhunter throws Black in the bag off the stage.
Black crashes through a table to the concrete. A "HOLY BLEEP" chant starts in
the crowd and quickly spreads. The Headhunter raises his arms in the air.)

JR: OH MY GOD!! I cannot believe what we have just seen. The Headhunter
has thrown William Black in a body bag off the stage onto a table!

KING: He must really hate that guy!

JR: Black is motionless; he must be broken in half!

KING: Being in that bag might have saved a job for the EMTs! Ha!

JR: How can you joke about this!

(The Headhunter looks down at Black in the body bag once more before
walking towards the curtain.)

JR: We'll be right back!

>>>

King: Hey, JR! What are those podiums doing in the ring?

JR: They’re for the intellectual competition between Kolic and Judge, I
guess we’re ready to start! Let’s go to Lilly Garcia in the ring!

LILLY: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is a best two of three
competition. Introducing first, from Atlanta, GA…Kolic!

(The lights go dark, Matrix characters scroll down the Bruisertron. After a
second, letters stop to form KOLIC. Pyros flare, and P.O.D.’s “Sleeping
Awake” blares on the PA)

PA: Reveal to me, the mysteries
Can you tell me what it means?
Explain these motions and metaphors
Unlock these secrets in me

(Kolic walks out from the back and holds his Lightweight Title for all to
see. He drapes it on his right shoulder and walks to the ring.)

PA: Define the riddles of my mind
Nothing is really as it seems

(Kolic tosses his title into the ring, then hops onto the apron and
handspring flips over the top rope. He grabs his title and walks behind his
podium.)

LILLY: And his opponent, from Miami, FL…The Judge!

PA: You are now about to enter the courtroom of THE JUDGE!

(Black and white pyros shoot off around the stage as the Judge Joe Brown
theme hits. The Judge appears from behind the curtains to a thunderous
ovation from the crowd. He walks about halfway down the ramp and then stops.
The Judge raises his gavel in the air and then brings it down three times,
each time a black and white pyro shoots off behind him. The Judge enters the
ring and raises his gavel in the air as the crowd cheers. The Judge finally
stands behind the podium opposite Kolic.

LILLY: And the question reader…BEN STEIN!

(The theme from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off plays as Ben Stein walks to the
ring. He steps behind the main podium and readies the questions.)

Ben: (In typical monotone voice) Greetings, are you ready to…Win Ben
Stein’s…

(Lilly whispers something to Ben)

Ben: We’re not playing that? Darn. I thought I had a job again. What are we
doing anyway?

(Lilly whispers something else)

Ben: That’s it? …Fine, if it pays. Are the two competitors ready?

Judge: Ready.

Kolic: Prepared.

Ben: Ok, let’s begin. The first to 5 points is the winner. Are your buzzers
ready? (Kolic and Judge test their buzzers) Good. The first question is in
the subject of economics. What is the term for a group of a few companies
that dominate an area of a market?

(Kolic buzzes in)

Ben: Kolic.

Kolic: Oligopoly.

Ben: Correct. The second question is in physics. Name the First Law of
Thermodynamics.

(Kolic buzzes in)

Ben: Kolic.

Kolic: Te total energy of the system plus the surroundings is constant.

Ben: Correct again.

JR: Kolic off to a great start!

Ben: The next question is in U.S. Government. What person is fourth in the
line of succession if the President were to die or otherwise become
incapacitated?

(Judge buzzes in)

Ben: Judge.

Judge: Secretary of State.

Ben: Correct.

JR: Judge gets on the board!

Ben: The next question is in the legal system…

Judge: Now we’re in my territory!

Ben: No more interruptions please. How long does a design patent last?

(Kolic buzzes in, much to Judge’s surprise)

Ben: Kolic.

Kolic: 20 years.

Ben: Incorrect. (Judge and the crowd shares a hearty laugh) Judge?

Judge: Everyone knows this, it’s 14 years.

Ben: Correct. The next question is in calculus. What is the derivative of
the square root of 4 times x?

(Kolic buzzes in quickly)

Ben: Kolic.

Kolic: 2 times x to the negative 1/2.

Ben: Correct.

King: Kolic pulls ahead!

Ben: The next question is in popular culture…

Kolic: Wait a minute! That’s not an intelligence question, that’s trivia!

Ben: Ok, let’s keep this in order…

Judge: What’s the matter, afraid you might not know?

Kolic: Just because you choose to follow what Hollywood and Madison Ave. are
telling you doesn’t make you smarter than me!

Ben: Everyone quiet down…

Judge: It makes me smarter about reality, as opposed to cold numbers and
facts!

Ben: SHUT THE (BLEEP) UP!!!

(Kolic and Judge turn to Ben with looks of shock; the crowd collectively
gasps)

JR: Woah!

King: I’ve wanted to do that to those two for years!

Ben: That’s better. The next question is still popular culture. Who won
American Idol last week?

(Judge buzzes in)

Ben: Judge.

Judge: Fantasia.

Ben: Correct. The next question is in US Government. What amendment allowed
for the direct election of Senators?

(Judge buzzes in)

Ben: Judge.

Judge: The…18th?

Ben: Correct.

JR: Judge only needs one more, Kolic better wake up!

Ben: The next question is in sports. What team has gone to the playoffs
every year since 1991?

(Judge buzzes in)

Ben: Judge.

Judge: The New York Yankees.

Ben: Incorrect. (Crowd groans) Kolic?

Kolic: That’s easy, it’s my hometown team, the Atlanta Braves.

Ben: Correct.

JR: Kolic and Judge are tied at 4! Whoever gets the next one wins!

Ben: The final question is in…well, isn’t this lucky. Computers.

(Kolic smirks at Judge, who looks slightly perturbed)

Ben:  What year saw the first release of Microsoft Windows?

(Both quickly buzz in, Judge just makes it in)

Ben: Judge.

Judge: (with a smirk of his own) 1995.

(The crowd waits with anticipation)

Ben: Incorrect. (Collective gasp) Kolic?

Kolic: With this answer, I prove that I am truly the smartest man in the
BMWF. 1985.

Ben: Correct.

(The crowd erupts into boos; Kolic raises his arms in triumph)

Judge: Big deal, Kolic! There are still two more parts, and I will easily
win those!

Kolic: You’re delusional, Judge. I will win the second and eliminate the
need for a physical contest. I’ll hold off on your beating until later.

(Kolic exits the ring and walks to the back)

Judge: Not if you don’t make it to the ring!

(Judge runs up the ramp and tries to clothesline Kolic, but Kolic ducks.
Kolic tosses up his Lightweight title and savate kicks it into Judge’s face)

Kolic: You really should be more stealthy. Try again later.

JR: Kolic wins the first part of the competition!

King: That was just the first?

JR: Didn’t you hear Lilly announce that it was a best two of three?

King: I thought that meant the number of questions!

JR: We’ll be right back!

>>>


(Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski and El Cruz Blanco are seen standing in an area in the back of the arena. Cruz is holding a brown box and carrying a bag....)

Sledge: so I'm guessing this is it????

(Cruz hands Sledge the box he places it on a road case, and starts to cut through the tape with his keys....)

Cruz: Jess.... an it should be 'zactly as choo wanted it.....

(Sledge sends packing peanuts flying to the floor as he digs through the box....)

Sledge: You know Raul... I always used to do this myself..., but since tonight is so d@mn special.... not just for me...., but in the eyes of the country.....

(Sledge stops mid sentence, and speaks in an impressed tone of voice....)

Sledge: it's beautiful....

(Sledge gestures for Cruz to look into the box as well.....)

Sledge: did Bob's come out this well too?

Cruz: From wat I understand... it came out real good too....

(Sledge snaps out of his impressed state and gets back to his point...)

Sledge: good..... good.... because tonight is so darn important for so many people... I just wanted this to be perfect....

(Sledge looks back into the box)

Sledge: and low, and behold it is.....

(Sledge closes the box back up and begins walking down the hall with Cruz next to him....)

Sledge: I'm guessing the other stuff I asked for is in the bag?

Cruz: Jess.... jess it is....

Sledge: Good.... good.... it's going to be a special night Raul.....

(Sledge and Cruz walk on as the camera fades....)

>>> 

>>>

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

Introducing first...
At a total combined weight of 544 pounds...
The BMWF World Tag Team Champions...
Axe... Witherspoon... THE DARKENING

(The lights darken in The Nashville Arena and the sound of Children laughing and teasing is heard from the speakers. The laughter dies down so that one child can be heard crying slightly. That sound cuts off and a huge pyro shoots off on the stage and the crowd lets their unhappiness towards the duo that are about to appear known.)

Half of crowd: SPOON SUCKS!! SPOON SUCKS!! SPOON SUCKS!!

Other Half: AXEHOLE!!! AXEHOLE!!! AXEHOLE!!!

JR: This Tennessee crowd making their displeasure of the champs known.

King: No one has any respect these days.

(The smoke clears as Godsmack’s I Stand Alone rips from the speakers and Axe and Witherspoon is shown standing at the top of the ramp. They are both wearing their usual attire and slowly walk down the ramp, their heads lowered, ignoring the jeering crowd around them. They slide underneath the ropes and Witherspoon gestures for a mic.)

Witherspoon: Yea, that’s right. I’m gonna be the first one talking tonight.

Crowd: SPOON SUCKS!! SPOON SUCKS!! SPOON SUCKS!!

Witherspoon: Yea, whatever. You’re just a bunch of worthless hicks, so your opinion doesn’t mean much to me.

(Crowd boos loudly)

Witherspoon: So tonight, you are privileged to see us face TCW.

(Crowd pop)

Witherspoon: Privileged to see us rip TCW apart and spit out the unsavory bits. Which is most of it. Sledge and Box ain’t got nothing on us, so I’m not even going to waste airtime talking about how we’re gonna whoop them bad.

(Crowd Boo’s and the chanting begins again.)

Witherspoon: Got anything to say Axe?

(Axe shakes his head)

Witherspoon: Alright, that’s cool.

(Witherspoon tosses the mic aside, and then nails Box with a right fist across the face, knocking him to the ground. Then Witherspoon pulls off his Trench coat and throws it on Sledge. Witherspoon Clotheslines Sledge out of the ring and then turns to Box who just got to his feet.)

LILLY: Their opponents...
At a total combined weight of 525 pounds...
Box... Sledge... THE CHICAGO WAY

JR: WE'VE GOT SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU LOYAL BMWF FANS TONIGHT!!

King: Like what JR? Corky from Life Goes On?

JR: No King, SOME--THING, not someone. We were able to sneak a camera "behind the scenes" for the Sledge & Box entrance.

(The camera is behind the curtain just seconds before Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski and Bob "Box" Bartelstein are set to go out and begin their match with The Darkening. The Boxman is wearing a Jason Vorhees style hockey mask painted to look like an executioners hood with blood dripping from the eyes. He also has his black aluminum baseball bat holstered to his back.)

Sledge (from off screen): Shall we?

(Sledge walks into the scene with a similar old-school hockey mask.... only his has red "blood streaks" going from side to side with a blue field in the top right with white splatters upon it to form an oddly patriotic yet morbid scene....)

Box: It's 200-plus feet down that ramp. We've got our childhood dream about to happen, a baseball bat and a sledgehammer. It's dark as heck in that arena and we're wearing hockey masks.

(Sledge reaches down and pulls up a non-traditional sledge hammer.... it's the same size and shape.... only the handle part has red and white stripes.... and the head blue with white stars....)

Sledge: Hit it!


(The arena darkens and a series of pyrotechnics goes off near the entrance. "Cowboys From Hell" by Pantera explodes around the arena.)


PA: Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We're gonna take what's ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We're tagged and can't turn back



(Out of the entrance steps Jerry "The Sledge" Girbowski, and Bob "Box" Bartelstein. They slowly emerge from behind the curtains, they don't jump out like they normally do.... Sledge points to the ring with his hammer as Box starts beating him on the chest.... obviously saying stuff to fire Sledge up... but indiscernible from beneath the hockey mask....)

Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!

King: Sledge and Box look like they have a purpose tonight.... its obvious that these belts are something they desperately want....

JR: DEAR LORD KING!!! SLEDGE AND BOX ARE DRESSED LIKE HOMICIDAL MANIACS!!!!

King: DRESSED LIKE? THEY ARE HOMICIDAL MANIACS!!



(As the members of TCW arrive at the ring steps they hand their weapons to a stage hand to take to the time keepers table....)

JR: TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT KING!! WILL SLEDGE & BOX FULFILL THEIR LIFELONG DREAM OF BECOMING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS? THE DARKENING IS GOING TO HAVE THEIR WORK CUT OUT FOR THEM TONIGHT!

(Sledge jumps onto the second turnbuckle on one corner.... Box onto another, they pose and start gesturing to the crowd to fire them up...)

King: I DON'T KNOW JR, BUT ONE THING'S FOR SURE. THE DARKENING IS GOING TO EXPERIENCE.....THE CHICAGO WAY!

(The members of TCW meet up at the center of the ring, and remove their masks... to reveal Sledge with face paint similar to the patriotic style of his mask.)


(Before the match can start "Highway to Hell" begins to fill the arena. Dreadnaught and Reno Fontayne appear at the top of the bruisertron stage. The crowd erupts as the two BMWF legends start to head down toward the ring.)

Dread: NAW!! We aren't going to come down there and throw a beatdown on the four of ya. Were here to give you a message.

Reno: We don't care who wins. Darkness, we allready proved we can beat them! TCW!! We could care less if you win those belts or not! Were here to say as the number one tag team in the Federation today. Next Monday at Bedlam. We want whoever wins this match inside of a steel cage...For those Tag Team belts!

Dread: The Thug and The Preacher are going to walk into Bedlam without the gold and By hook, Crook or a religious cook. Were taking those titles back.

(The former Tag team champions walk backstage.)

JR: Sounds like we have a challenge for Bedlam.

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!

JR: It looks like Box and Witherspoon are starting things up tonight.

King: Just the way Spoon wants it!

JR: Witherspoon and Box lock up in the ring.

Witherspoon pushes Box back into a corner and lays into him with a few chops to his chest.

Box tries to throw a fist at Witherspoon, but Spoon reversed it into an Arm bar

Box manages to pull himself to the ropes

Spoon releases the hold after 4 seconds.

Spoon Suplexes Box, and then locks in another Arm Bar

King: Looks like Spoon wants to break Boxes arm off!

JR: Box manages to break the hold with a fist to the armpit

Witherspoon blatantly chokes Box

Witherspoon stops at the 4 count

Witherspoon whips Box into the turnbuckle and tags Axe.

Witherspoon locks in another arm bar as Axe pounds on Box’s skull

Axe lifts Box into a power bomb

King: Excellent tactics used by the champs!

JR: If you think Illegal moves are excellent tactics.

King: You know I do JR!

JR: Axe spreads Box’s legs and kicks him in the groin

Witherspoon distracts the ref

Axe Drops down and chokes Box

Sledge gets in to the ring

Axe catches Sledge in an Atomic Drop

Axe throws Sledge out of the ring

Axe hip tosses Box

Axe follows up with an Arm bar

Box fights to get out of it

Box fights the pain

Box struggles to break the hold

King: That’s it Box, tap out!

Crowd: TCW!! TCW!! TCW!!

JR: Sledge rushes in and breaks the hold.

Spoon nearly takes Sledges head off with a clothesline

Spoon drops down and chokes Sledge, as the ref yells at them to leave.

Axe drops down onto Box’s chest and rains fists down on his head.

King: YEA!!! It’s a good old fashioned melee!

JR: Spoon has picked Sledge up off the mat and thrown him over the ropes.

Spoon slides underneath the ropes and begins beating Sledge outside of the ring

Axe lifts Box up off the mat

Axe kicks Box in the gut

LONER’S LANDING! Axe just hit Loner’s landing on Box!

He goes for the cover 1...2... Kick out!

Box makes a tag.
Sledge almost takes Axe's head off with a clothesline
Sledge executes a stomp on Axe.
Sledge runs into the ropes.
Axe takes Sledge down with a dropkick.
Axe executes an atomic drop on Sledge.
Axe hoists Sledge high into the air with a vertical suplex, then sends Sledge cr
ashing hard to the mat.
Axe uses a belly-to-back suplex on Sledge.
Axe whips Sledge into the ropes.
Sledge misses with a clothesline.
Sledge hits Axe with an elbow.
Sledge catches Axe in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Axe grabs the ropes after being trapped for 5 seconds.
Sledge sends Axe into the turnbuckle, but Axe reverses it.
Axe runs shoulder-first into the corner.
Axe whips Sledge into the ropes, but Sledge reverses it.
Axe hits Sledge with a kick.
Axe goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Sledge counters it with a side suplex.
Sledge tags out to Box.
Box goes for a running powerslam, but Axe blocks it.
Axe whips Box into the ropes, but Box reverses it.
Box hits Axe with an elbow.
Sledge enters the ring to make it two-on-one.
Witherspoon enters the ring and throws Sledge out of the ring.
Witherspoon leaves the ring.
Axe whips Box into the ropes.
Box hits Axe with a kick.
Box goes for throat punch, but Axe blocks it.
Axe punches Box.
The crowd doesn't seem to care.
Axe hits Box.
Axe punches Box.
Axe is met with a "Just go home" chant.

JR: Box and Axe lock up.

Axe and Box go back and forth with Box eventually gaining the upper hand.

Box leans back and heaves Axe back and he lands down on his back.

Box pauses to play to the crowd.

Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!

JR: Axe has an infuriated look on his face as he charges Box.

Box and Axe lock up again.

Axe knees Box in the stomach and heaves Bartelstein into the corner.

Axe pauses to play to the crowd.

Crowd: AXE-HOLE!!! AXE-HOLE!!! AXE-HOLE!!!

JR: Box bounces out of the corner as Axe charges him again.

Box ducks and Axe hits the turnbuckle with a corner splash.

Box seizes the opportunity and hits Axe with an outlaw elbow to the chin.

Axe falls to the ground in a heap.

Box kicks Axe into the corner and starts choking him with his boot.

Box breaks the chokehold as the referee gets in between them.

Axe rises to his feet while Bartelstein is walking away.

King: LOOKOUT BOX!! AXE IS GONNA TAKE YOUR HEAD OFF!!

JR: Sledge motions for Box to hit the deck.

Box drops to the ground and Axe’s momentum carries him into a running clothesline by Sledge from the apron.

Sledge and Box look at each other and motion to their heads as if to say, “Always thinking.”

King: I don’t think Box and Sledge have thought about anything in their lives!

JR: Well King, they’ve thought about winning the Tag Titles since they were children!

King: Point taken.

JR: Box lifts Axe to his feet and hurls him into the corner nearest Sledge.

The Boxman works over Axe in the corner with numerous punches, chops, and kicks.

Box tags in Sledge.

King: YEAH!!! SLEDGE IS IN THE RING! SOMEONE IS GONNA DIE!!!

JR: Sledge stands Axe up in the corner and boot chokes him.

Sledge breaks the hold just as the referee tries to separate them.

Sledge playfully slaps Axe in the face.

King: That’ll get your attention.

JR: Like the boot choke wouldn’t have?

JR: Axe chops Sledge in the chest, but it has no effect.

Sledge rams Axe in the stomach and shoulder rams him in the corner eight times.

Axe is laying prone on the ground sucking air.

Sledge tags Box back in.

King: Gotta love those quick tags. Those are old school.

JR: Uh, King. The term “old school” is ABU.

King: What is ABU, JR?

JR: That’s street talk King, you wouldn’t know. BACK TO THE MATCH!!!

JR: Box steps on Axe and walks over to Witherspoon.

Box spits in the direction of Spoon and he enters the ring.

The referee steps in and is distracted by Witherspoon illegally entering the ring.

Box signals for Sledge.

King: Oh crud! TCW in the ring with Axe while the ref is distracted. AFFLACK!!!!

JR: Sledge climbs the top rope while Bartelstein bends Axe over his knee, stomach up.

King: OH NO!!

JR: SLEDGE JUST ELBOW DROPPED AXE IN THE THROAT!! MY GOD!!! MY GOD!! THE PRESSURE APPLIED ON HIS BACK AND THROAT MUST BE ENOUGH TO KILL A MAN! MY GOD!!!

King: I think a tag team from a previous era used that move as a finisher, but I’m not sure if I can say their name for legal purposes.

JR: I THINK SLEDGE AND BOX JUST “DEMOLISHED” AXE!!!

King: Thanks JR!

JR: The referee has regained control of the match and notices Axe laying on the mat practically unconscious with Box laughing maniacally.

Box looks at the referee and points to his own head in the “Always thinking” motion.

Bartelstein lifts Axe up to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes.

Box bounces off the opposite rope and floors Axe with a flying shoulder block.

Box looks down at Axe and tags in Sledge.

JR: Axe and Sledge are in the ring!

Sledge whips Axe into the ropes

Sledge tries to Clothesline Axe, but Axe hits him with a Drop kick

Axe bounces off the ropes and hits a swinging neck breaker on Sledge

Axe climbs to the second rope and hits an elbow drop

The crowd is booing Axe loudly

King: Don’t these people have any respect for the champs?

JR: Axe hits a Russian leg sweep on Sledge

Axe hits a vertical Suplex on Sledge

Axe goes for the cover, 1...2... kick out

Axe throws Sledge into the corner and hits him with a running shoulder block

Axe tags in Witherspoon, then kicks Sledge several times in the corner

Axe lifts Sledge up in a power bomb and Witherspoon pushes Sledge down, his body bouncing off the mat

Witherspoon picks Sledge up in a bear hug, moving from side to side causing Sledge to scream in pain.

King: The champs work so well together, don’t they JR

JR: Yeah, they do cheat well together

King: Your so narrow minded.

JR: Witherspoon throws Sledge to the ground.

Spoon locks in a Boston Crab on Sledge and pulls him to the center of the ring.

Sledge fights to break the hold

Sledge tries to move towards the ropes, but Spoon drags him back to the center of the ring

Sledge fights the pain

Sledge is fading

King: That’s it, it’s all over!

JR: The ref lifts Sledges arm once

It falls

The ref lifts Sledge’s arm again

It falls

The ref lifts Sledge’s arm a third time

It stays up!

Spoon leans far back, pulling on Sledges lower back

Sledge screams in pain and his arm wavers in the air!

Box gets into the ring

Spoon drops the hold and clotheslines Box to the ground.

Spoon drops down to his knees and beats against Box’s skull as the ref tries to pull him off.

Axe rushes in and hits a low blow to Sledge and slides out again

Spoon rolls Box out and goes for the cover, 1…2… Kick out!

Spoon kicks Sledge a couple times in his lower back and goes for the cover again

1…2…thr…kick out!

King: That was close!

Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!

JR: Spoon throws Sledge into the turnbuckle

Spoon hits Sledge with a shoulder, holding hit there so that Axe can tag him in

Axe and Spoon hit a double Suplex on Sledge and Spoon steps out of the ring

Sledge tags!

JR: Box is nailing Axe with those big right hands in the corner!

The referee is telling Box to not use a closed fist.
Aquatic hops up on the apron with a steel pipe.
She tries to call the ref, but he doesn't notice.

King: Poor Aquatic! She doesn't get any attention!

(Aquatic hops off the apron, grabs the microphone and hops back on.)

Aquatic: HEY! REF! I'VE GOT A LEAD PIPE! BE A SHAME IF I WAS ABLE TO USE IT!

JR: Now if that isn't the oldest trick...

The referee turns around and goes to disarm Aquatic.
Axe predictably low blows Box behind the referee's back, and gives him a DDT.
Aquatic cheerfully hands over her lead pipe as Sledge yells at the ignorant referee.

Tags are made!

JR: Spoon and Sledge are in the ring!

Witherspoon and Sledge lock up

Witherspoon throws Sledge into the ropes

Spoon catches Sledge in an atomic drop

Spoon lifts Sledge in a Hangman

Spoon moves it into a crucifix and slams Sledge against the mat

Spoon lifts Sledge off the mat

BINNED! Spoon has locked in Binned on Sledge!

King: Listen to Sledges screams of pain! It’s all over now!

JR: Wait, Box is in the ring!

He’s going to his a running double axe handle on Spoon!

Spoon has dropped down to the mat with Sledge so that Box hit Sledge instead!

Spoon still has Binned locked in!

King: He’s modified it so that it can be done on the mat!

JR: Axe has just rushed in and hit a backspin DDT on Box!

The ref has pulled Axe off of Box, but now box breaks Spoon’s hold on Sledge!

Spoon is getting to his feet

Box hits a cartwheel splash on Spoon!

He’s sliding out of the ring!

Sledge and Spoon are down!

Sledge gets to his feet and stomps on Witherspoon

Sledge hits Spoon with a full nelson slam

Sledge drives Witherspoon into the mat with a spine buster

King: Wait a sec, look out!

JR: Axe has grabbed a chair from the time keeper and entered the ring with it!

The ref is grabbing it from him and Sledge is moving towards Axe

Wait! Spoon has Spun Sledge around and knocked him the face with a pair of brass knuckles!

Sledge is busted open!

Spoon dives over to his corner and makes the tag!

King: YEAH!

JR: Witherspoon has dropped the brass knuckles before the ref could see them!

Axe and Sledge lock up

Axe gets Sledge in a small package

1...2...kick out!

Axe throws Sledge into the ropes!

Axe dropkicks Sledge

Spoon distracts the ref

Axe grinds his heel into Sledge’s groin

Axe hits a vertical Suplex on Sledge

Axe hits a power slam

Axe goes for the cover

1…2…kick out!

Axe tags out.

JR: LOOK AT SLEDGE WORK OVER WITHERSPOON!!!
King: DEAR LORD, JR!! WITHERSPOON MIGHT NEED TO TAKE SOME PERSONAL TIME AFTER THIS BEATDOWN!

JR: Sledge has Witherspoon locked into a cobra clutch.

Sledge is screaming into Witherspoon’s ear for him to tap out.

Axe runs in to break up the hold, but Box charges in as well and gives Axe a running boot to the chin.

Axe drops to the mat in a heap.

Box grabs Axe and throws him over the top rope.

Sledge still has Witherspoon in the cobra clutch.

King: C’MON TCW! SHOW SOME MERCY IN THERE!!

JR: While Axe is laying prone outside the ring, Box leans into Witherspoon’s cobra clutched face and both Box and Sledge scream for Witherspoon to tap out.

Witherspoon defiantly hangs on.

Box walks over to Witherspoon’s legs and gives him a single legged Boston crab.

King: OK, that’s gotta hurt right there. I don’t care what people say about wrestling.

JR: Witherspoon is locked in a cobra clutch by Sledge and a single legged Boston crab by Box when Axe regains his focus and rolls into the ring.

King: Why didn’t Box just do the double legged Boston crab?

JR: Well that would probably have killed Witherspoon.

King: Your point being?

JR: Axe charges Girbowski and breaks the cobra clutch with a stomp to the head.

Axe bounces off the ropes and gives Box a running dropkick to the face.

Axe plays to the crowd.

Crowd: AXE-HOLE!!! AXE-HOLE!!! AXE-HOLE!!!

JR: Jerry “The Sledge” Girbowski sneaks up behind Axe.

Axe turns around and walks into a…….

JR: CHOKING SWEEP!!! CHOKING SWEEP!!! CHOKING SWEEP ON AXE!! MY GOD!!! MY GOD!!!

King: Doesn’t he call it something else?

JR: At one point he did King, but now it’s called the Choking Sweep.

King: Well, what was it called before?

JR: I can’t tell you that King, but you know how you can find out?

King: How is that JR?

JR: Buy the brand new BMWF Trivial Pursuit!! Available online and in stores near you!

King: That barbeque sauce really hasn’t sold as much as you thought it would has it JR?

JR: No it hasn’t King. No it hasn’t.

JR: Axe is unconscious on the ground after receiving the Choking Sweep by Jerry “The Sledge” Girbowski.

Box rolls Axe out of the ring and Box walks back to the TCW corner.

Sledge goes for the pin.

One, two..Witherspoon makes the save.

Tags!

King: Box has been beating Axe senseless!

JR: Low blow on Axe!

Box follows with a superplex

Box hits a double under hook DDT on Axe

Box hits a cartwheel splash

The crowd is getting behind Box.

Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!!

JR: Witherspoon tries to get in the ring, but the ref stops him

Box climbs to the top of the turnbuckle

King: Oh no! Here it comes!

JR: BOX DRO… NO!! Axe has rolled out of the way! Nobody home!

Axe has rolled over to his own corner!

What presence on mind must he have to know to do that!

Spoon tags himself in!

Crowd: SPOON SUCKS!! SPOON SUCKS!

JR: Box has fought back to his feet

Spoon just floored Box with that clothesline!

Spoon has knocked Sledge from the apron!

Box has staggered back to his feet!

Spoon catches him in a German Suplex!

Spoon goes for an arm bar, but Box holds his hands together

Witherspoon punches Box’s wrist, and yanks his now free hand back, with his legs on Box’s chest!

Box is screaming in pain!

Box can’t take much more!

The ref is checking on Box

Witherspoon pulls all the way back and Box’s hand waves in the air!

Witherspoon drops the hold

Box rolls away clutching his shoulder in pain!

King: What?

JR: Surely he must have severely injured Box’s shoulder! It looked like he was about to tap out.

King: Look what he’s doing!

(Witherspoon points at Axe and raises his arm up. Axe grins and climbs onto the top turnbuckle as Witherspoon lifts Box up into a power bomb position. )

JR: FORSAKEN!!! They just hit Forsaken on Box!

Axe has leapt out of the ring and knocked Sledge to the floor! Loner’s Landing on Sledge!

Witherspoon covers Box, putting all of his weight on that injured shoulder.

The ref slides to the front and Spoon grabs Box’s tights when the ref can’t see.

1…2...KICKOUT!

KING: YAHHH!

JR: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT KING! TCW APPEARS MOMENTS AWAY FROM LIVING OUT THEIR CHILDHOOD DREAMS!!!

King: I lived out my childhood dream once. The one girls name was Misty Rain and the other was Molly Mounts.

JR: KING!!! THIS IS A FAMILY SHOW!! BACK TO THE MATCH!!

JR: Sledge has Witherspoon up against the TCW turnbuckle.

Sledge lands three hard overhand chops to Witherspoons chest.

Witherspoon’s torso turns a bright shade of red and he stumbles out the corner.

Sledge motions to Box and Bartelstein leaves the ring apron and heads over to Axe.

Girbowski irish whips Witherspoon into the ropes and plants him with a spine buster.

King: WHAT’S BOX UP TO?

JR: Bob “Box” Bartelstein makes his way over to Axe and pulls him off the ring apron.

Axe splits his lip badly as his face bounces off the ring apron.

Box grabs Axe and sends him flying into the ring stairs sending both Axe and the ring stairs flying.

Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!

JR: Box makes his way back to the TCW corner as Sledge lifts Witherspoon to his feet.

Sledge irish whips Witherspoon into the TCW corner and crushes him with a running vertical body splash.

Sledge quick tags Bartelstein.

Witherspoon staggers out of the corner and walks into Sledge who gives him a………

JR: CHOKING SWEEP!!!! CHOKING SWEEP ON WITHERSPOON!! MY DEAR GOD!!!

King: OH NO!!! BOX IS CLIMBING THE TOP ROPE!!!

JR: Bob “Box” Bartelstein jumps off the top rope and lands a Box Drop onto Witherspoon’s throat.

King: OH MY!!! WITHERSPOON GOT FLOORED BY A CHOKING SWEEP AND THEN DESTROYED BY A BOX DROP!!! MERCY!!!

JR: Box, being the legal man in the ring, goes for the pin.

Ref/Crowd: 1….!!!!

King: I think they’re gonna do it!

Ref/Crowd: 2….!!!!!

3….!!!!!

*DING DING*

JR: MY GOD!!! MY GOD!!! SLEDGE AND BOX HAVE DONE IT!!! THEY WON THE BMWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT KING!! THESE TWO HAVE ACHIEVED THEIR CHILDHOOD DREAM!!!

Lilly: THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT……..AND NNNEEEEEWWWW BMWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…..BOB “BOX” BARTELSTEIN AND JERRY “THE SLEDGE” GIRBOWSKI!!!!

King: AAAAHHHHHH!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY DID IT!!!

Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!

(“Cowboys From Hell” by Pantera fills the arena and mixed with the thunderous applause it creates a scene of total hysteria. The referee walks over to Box and Sledge and hands them the BMWF Tag Team Championship belts. Box and Sledge each look down at their respective belts, they look at the crowd, and then Sledge and Box share a man-hug in the middle of the ring.)

Crowd: TCW!!! TCW!!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!! TCW!!!

JR: I DON’T BELIEVE IT KING!!! I JUST DON’T BELIEVE IT!! THOSE TWO DID WHAT THEY SAID THEY WERE GONNA DO FROM THE BEGINNING OF THIS. THEY WANTED THOSE TAG TITLES AND THEY GOT THEM!!!

King: Will the tag team division ever be the same from now on?

JR: I DON’T KNOW KING! I DON’T KNOW! BUT THIS MUCH IS FOR SURE, THE TAG TEAM DIVISION IS ABOUT TO LEARN…..THE CHICAGO WAY!!!!!

JR: WE’LL BE RIGHT BACK WITH OUR NEXT MATCH!!!

(The scene fades with Sledge and Box celebrating throughout the ring as the crowd roars with the “TCW” chant.)

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JR: Well, King this doesn’t look good. We’ve seen several matches and are well into the show and still have no sight of Tyrone Smith.

King: Is it just me JR, or does he screw up every chance he gets at the World Title?

JR: I hate to say it, but I think you’re right. Tyrone Smith, a guaranteed legend already, just can not seem to overcome his... his “curse” with this World Title. Every opportunity, albeit very few, he’s had at the title, something always happens on his end and he...

King: he drops the ball like one-armed running back! HA HA!

JR: That’s not funny, King. It barely makes sense!

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(The Bruisertron lights up and shows Ash walking down a hall he walks around a corners and Shane Perish is shown. Shane seems to be talking to a crewmember. Ash looks over at him, but continues to walk by.)

Shane to crewmember: Yeah, so Ash is the worst T.V. champion this side of the planet. You’re going to watch tonight when I rip him apart.

(Ash turns around and looks Shane dead in the eyes with a blank stare. The crewmember takes off scared.)

Ash: Look I heard what you said on Bedlam that you think you can beat me.  That’s why I requested this match tonight.  I’m going to shut you up once and for all and leave you with no hope of holding this title again.  But I’m disappointed, I didn’t want a match with this watered down version of you.  I wanted to face the monster behind the man. I wanted to face Asylum.

Shane: Sorry Ash you're going to realize that this isn't any watered down version of me this is the real version. And I wouldn’t worry about tonight, because you’re going to get more of me than you can handle. Tonight I’m not only going to get my title back, tonight I’m going to dismantle you.

Ash:  Big words for a guy who I beat just three weeks ago. The week after he won the title.  You were talking about the worst TV champion ever?  I think I’m looking at him.

Shane: I'm going to show you why I'm going to win it back and prove to you, these fans, and this federation that you beating me was a fluke match.

Ash: Oh really? Cause if you can do that it would be a great trick it really would.  After that you can make a tiger disappear, since you seem to be living in a land of illusions.  I'm going to be waiting to see that happen.

Shane: Well You're not going to have too wait long.

Ash: Yeah, I guess we'll see in the ring won't we.

(Ash goes to walk away when he turns his back Shane nails him from behind. Shane beats him to the ground. Crew trainers pull Shane off Ash. Ash gets up and shakes it off. Then he runs straight at Shane and nails him with a right. Crew trainers grab Ash and pull him away from Shane. As the Trainers
pull them apart Shane yells at Ash.)

Shane: That title around your waist is mine Ash.

Ash:   Oh yeah?  You can have this title, cause your *bleep* is mine!

JR:  Ladies and gentlemen it sure is heating up backstage.  Looks like Ash and Shane Perish are chomping at the bit to get at each other. 

King:  I’m ready for it to be over.

JR:  We’ll be right back folks.

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LILLY: This contest is a ladder match for the LH title scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
From Atlanta, GA...
Weighing in at 215 pounds...

The BMWF Light Heavyweight Champion...
Kolic

(The lights go dark, Matrix characters scroll down the Bruisertron. After a
second, letters stop to form KOLIC. Pyros flare, and P.O.D.’s “Sleeping
Awake” blares on the PA)

PA: Reveal to me, the mysteries
Can you tell me what it means?
Explain these motions and metaphors
Unlock these secrets in me

(Kolic walks out from the back and holds his Lightweight Title for all to
see. He drapes it on his right shoulder and walks to the ring.)

PA: Define the riddles of my mind
Nothing is really as it seems

(Kolic tosses his title into the ring, then hops onto the apron and
handspring flips over the top rope. He grabs his title and waits for his
opponent.)

LILLY: His opponent...
Led to the ring by Aquatic...
From Miami, FL...
Weighing in at 230 pounds...

The Judge

*DING DING*

JR: There's the bell!
Kolic goes for a punch, but The Judge blocks it.
The Judge goes for a scissor kick, but Kolic ducks out of the way.
Joe Finch removes the chair from the ring.
Kolic chops The Judge.
Kolic seemingly enjoys the boos.
Kolic hits The Judge.
The Judge chops Kolic.
The Judge seemingly enjoys the boos.
The Judge hits Kolic.
The Judge seemingly enjoys the boos.

JR: Judge looks to be in control of the match. He lifts Kolic for a vertical
suplex...but Kolic slips out! Kolic shoves Judge into the ropes, jumps on
the second rope, and hits Judge with a forearm! Kolic’s climbing the top
rope, Judge stands...Kolic hits a plancha! Kolic goes for the pin!

REF: 1, 2, kickout!

JR: Kolic goes under the ring, is he getting a ladder already?

King: He thinks he can win! If so, he’s already losing the intelligence
contest!

JR: He has a ladder, it’s in the ring, but he’s going for another! What
sick, demented plan does he have? That’s a second ladder! He looks for a
third, but decides that’s enough! Judge is slowly getting back to his feet,
Kolic’s back in the ring. Kolic picks up a ladder at Judge...wait! Judge
catches it, and Kolic hits a dropkick on the ladder! Judge is down again!
Kolic picks up Judge and hits a hurricanrana, Judge slams down on a ladder!
Kolic...he’s getting an evil look on his face, what could he be thinking?

King: Who knows? No computer could decode Kolic’s mind!

JR: Kolic has the other ladder, and he slams it on Judge! He’s pulling
something out of his pocket...NO! It’s that tazer! He wouldn’t...

King: This is Kolic we’re talking about! Of course he would!

JR: Kolic’s testing the tazer...and brings it down on the top ladder! Judge
is getting fried like fish on a Friday night! Somebody stop that! Finally,
Kolic stops...NO! He’s shocking Judge again! Kolic would do anything to win
his title back! He’s climbing the turnbuckle...WHOA! Legdrop on the ladder!
Both men are down, but Judge looks to have taken the worst of it! Kolic
slowly grabs the top ladder and sets it up, he’s going for his title!

JR: The Judge is laid out and Kolic steps up the ladder in the middle of the ring! Kolic begins to climb the ladder and he may have it won right here! Kolic is about three quarters of the way up but The Judge just leapt to his feet! He quickly climbs the ladder on the opposite side and reaches Kolic at the top.

King: That's a dangerous spot right there JR!

JR: The two competitors trade blows as each one hangs on for dear life. Judge sets Kolic up for a suplex, but Kolic counters it with a few hits to the midsection. Kolic reaches for the title but...OH MY! THE JUDGE JUST SHOVED KOLIC AND HE FLEW OFF THE LADDER BUT GRABBED JUDGE WITH HIM! BOTH MEN ARE NOW BROKEN IN HALF OUTSIDE THE RING!

(After a minute, they roll back into the ring.)

JR: Kolic whips The Judge into the ropes.
Kolic misses with an elbow.
Kolic goes for the Binary Blast, but The Judge counters it with a side step.
The Judge tries to climb the ladder.
The Judge is on his way up.
Kolic pulls him back down.
The Judge hits Kolic with neckbreaker.
The Judge seemingly enjoys the boos.

JR: This match has been grueling for both fighters! Judge may end it if he
can get to the belt! Wait, Kolic’s starting to stir! Can he get there in
time?

King: Stay down Kolic! I want this match over with!

JR: Kolic makes his way to his feet, but Judge is almost there! Kolic’s
pulling out something else, what could he possibly have this time?
It’s...it’s sand!

Kolic: Hey Judge! You forgot something!

JR: Judge turns around, Kolic throws the sand in his eyes! Judge falls off
the ladder!

Kolic: You’re supposed to lose!

JR: Kolic seems to have his second wind! Judge stumbles between the ladder
legs...whoa! Kolic dropkicked the ladder, sandwiching Judge! Kolic’s putting
Judge on the second rope, could this be a 619? No, Kolic’s going for a
ladder...he’s putting it under Judge’s chin...now he’s setting up a
ladder...no! Don’t do it Kolic! OH MY GOD! Kolic jumped on the ladder,
driving it into Judge’s neck! Kolic’s climbing the ladder again, what could
he...NO! Kolic hit a huge plancha on Judge, both men are out cold!

JR: Both men finally get back into the ring after 52 seconds!

KING: Did you actually count those 52 seconds?

JR: No, I just hit 2 random numbers on the keypad!

KING: Oh..

JR: Judge now has an advantage over Kolic...he should go for the title!

King: No way JR...he wants to hurt Kolic some more!

JR: The Judge sets Kolic down on a table outside of the ring and heads back into the ring and sets up the ladder by the ropes. The Judge points to the motionless Kolic and then climbs the ladder to the top!

King: IS HE CRAZY JR!?

JR: The Judge points down to Kolic below and...OH MY GOSH! THE JUDGE JUST LEAPED OF THE LADDER AND HIT A LYING DOWN MODIFIED VERSION OF THE GAVEL SMASH, SENDING KOLIC RIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE!

King: They're really pulling out all the stops on this one JR!

JR: The Judge whips Kolic into the ropes.
Kolic almost takes The Judge's head off with a clothesline
Kolic executes a 619 on The Judge.
Kolic takes The Judge down with a Russian legsweep.

JR: Kolic’s looking under the ring, what else could be there?

King: Another ladder? That’d be new!

JR: Kolic pulls out...a remote? Judge sees Kolic, rebounds off the
ropes...Kolic ducks a plancha! There’s something moving the ring ropes...no
way! It’s Kolic’s battlebot Minefield! He brought that to the ring! This
looks bad for Judge!

King: Isn’t there a rule against using robots?

JR: Even if there was, there’s no DQ in this match! Kolic grabs a
ladder...no, don’t do it Kolic! He’s putting Judge’s leg between the ladder
legs! Kolic drives the bot to the ladder...NO! SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!! Kolic
is mercilessly driving the hammer into the ladder! Judge’s knee must be
shattered by now! Kolic’s finally driving the bot away...wait, he’s going to
Judge’s head...NO! KOLIC, THAT’S ENOUGH!

King: Kolic’s going to scramble Judge’s brains! This is great! No more
Judge!

JR: OH MY GOD! KOLIC JUST DROVE THE HAMMER INTO JUDGE’S SKULL! THIS IS TOO
MUCH, SOMEBODY STOP HIM!

King: You can try, JR!

JR: Kolic finally stops! He’s going to the ring, looks like he’s going to
end the match now!

Kolic tries to climb the ladder.
Kolic is on his way up.
Kolic is half-way up.
The Judge knocks him off the ladder.

Judge whips Kolic into the ropes, but Kolic comes off with a lariat to Judge.
Kolic locks Judge into an armbar.
The referee is asking Judge if he wans to quit.

JR: Kolic displaying superior technical skills here!

(Aquatic quickly trips up the ref causing him to fall on his face. She hops up to the apron, and directly above the unseeing ref, mists Kolic in the eyes! Kolic releases the hold and falls backwards clutching his face as the ref recovers.)

King: HA HA! The genius didn't see it coming!

The Judge whips Kolic into the ropes.
The Judge misses with a clothesline.
Kolic misses with an elbow.
Kolic goes for a clothesline, but The Judge ducks out of the way.
The Judge hits Kolic with a powerbomb.
The Judge hits Kolic with a scissor kick.
The Judge takes Kolic down with a scissor kick.
The Judge seemingly enjoys the boos.

JR: The Judge whips Kolic into the ropes and as Kolic comes back, The Judge tosses the ladder at him, but Kolic catches it, grinning. The Judge then hits a dropkick to the ladder, sending Kolic stumbling out of the ring with it. The Judge grabs another ladder from ringside and sets it up below the title!

King: Judge could win right here!

JR: The Judge climbs the ladder and is almost there! Wait here comes Kolic with that other ladder! Kolic sets up the other ladder right next to Judge's ladder and climbs his own ladder! The Judge reaches for the title but Kolic stops him! Kolic kicks over The Judge's ladder but at the last second, The Judge leaps off his ladder and jumps onto Kolic's!

King: I can't believe my eyes!

JR: But Kolic has The Judge by his hair and is bashing his face in against the side of the ladder! Kolic reaches for the title...Kolic has the title in his grasp....OH MY! THE JUDGE JUST JUMPED ONTO KOLIC AND KNOCKED THE LADDER OVER...BOTH MEN ARE NOW HANGING FROM THE LIGHT-WEIGHT TITLE!

King: But Kolic has the title in his hands...Judge only is holding onto Kolic!

JR: Kolic frantically kicks at Judge to get him to fall, but Judge begins climbing Kolic and reaching for the Light-Heavyweight title. The Judge reaches it and both men are now hanging from the title!

King: Who's gonna win?

JR: WAIT! The Judge just wrapped his legs around the harness holding the title, setting his arms free. This has to be the most unusual ladder match yet!

King: But look what The Judge has!

JR: The Judge pulls his gavel out from under his belt and clocks Kolic in the head a few times! Kolic is drifting away...KOLIC HAS JUST FELL FROM THE HARNESS TO THE MAT BELOW! THE JUDGE GRABS THE TITLE AND YANKS HARD...IT COMES FREE AND THE JUDGE WINS! THE JUDGE WINS!

King: YAAH!


*DING DING*

LILLY: The winner is The Judge!

PA: WE ARE THE MESSENJAHS!

(The lights go dark, and one spotlight appears on Kolic as has happened to others. Kolic attempts to run, but…)

*CRASH*

(The lights come back on, and Elijah is standing over Kolic with a steel chair. Elijah puts Kolic in a full nelson as Solomon walks over carrying a microphone.)

SOLOMON: Kolic…..you have been charged with one of the seven most deadly sins….the sin of pride. You have behaved in an all too cocky way, demeaning the true talents of this world. How do you plead?

ELIJAH: (screaming) GUILTY! GUILTY!

SOLOMON: SO SHALL IT BE!

(Elijah and Solomon both grab Kolic and lift him up in the air. They violently smash him to the ground with a double powerbomb, causing him to cry out in pain.)

SOLOMON: You have been weighed…..

(Elijah grabs the steel chair.)

SOLOMON: You have been measured…..

(Elijah suddenly ignites the steel chair, causing the crowd to start shouting.)

JR: They wouldn't do this!!!

SOLOMON: And you have been found wanting!

(Elijah comes down with the burning steel chair on the back of Kolic! Kolic screams in pain, hastily rolling around to put out the fire that near engulfed him.)

ELIJAH: We do not care if you have put out the fire for now…..that was only a taste of what you will experience.

PA: WE ARE THE MESSENJAHS!

(Elijah and Solomon laugh loudly at Kolic's obvious pain, and they leave the ring, arms raised triumphantly. The audience is booing them as they leave.)

KING: These punks are out of control!

JR: The Cruiserweight title was just fought for in a great match!

KING: What fed are you announcing for? That's the Light Heavyweight title!

(Kolic and Judge are still in the ring. The camera flashes to the fans where two men are seen running to the ring.)

King: Reno and Dread are here!

(Dreadnaught and Reno jump the railing and slide under the bottom rope. Dreadnaught clotheslines Aquatic out of the ring. Reno grabs Kolic and Dreadnaught connects with the bat to his stomach. Reno quickly moves over and drops Judge to the mat with a Reno Cutter. Dreadnaught calls for a mic.)

Dreadnaught: Judge, I thought we understood each other! I THOUGHT WE WERE BOYS! But, apparently, Aquatic wears the pants in this relationship! So, you may just be the tool of that (BLEEP). But, so was Adam, right Reno?

(Reno shakes his head and holds the Bible up.)

Dreadnaught: So, since we have established you as nothing more than a punk. Allow me to have out the proper punishment!

(Reno holds the leg of the Judge outstretched and Dreadnaught pulls the bat back and connects directly with the knee of Reno.)

**CRACK**

JR: The Judge doesn’t deserve that!

(The Judge rolls around the ring in pain while Dreadnaught hands the mic over to Reno.)

Reno: Tonight is the redemption of the soul of the Judge. Only through this pain will you be truly forgiven! I know it hurts, but not like you have hurt us! So enjoy the pain, and be redeemed! And the congregation says…

(Reno holds the mic out.)

Reno/Fans: AMEN!

(Dreadnaught fires a boot to the stomach of the Judge before the two walk up the ramp. Dreadnaught stops on the ramp and shows three fingers.)

JR: They have taken out three men tonight!

King: Could there be more?

>>>

KING: Hey, look! There's T.D Jakes and Oral Roberts!

JR: How many of these guys are here tonight?

>>>
 
(The Couch is backstage just outside of the Urban Legends locker room with William Black and Levon Jones who are discussing tactics and preparing for their match.  Both men rise from their positions and eagerly await the interview when Ash walks by, headed towards his own locker room with his belt over his shoulder.  Naturally, the camera is momentarily distracted, causing both Jones & Black to stop Ash, standing in front of him.)
 
JONES: Hey son.  Jus' who do ya think you are?
 
(Ash sets down his bag and looks at the two members of Urban Legends.)

Ash: Who am I?  More like who the *bleep* are you.  Why don’t you flex up on some other newbie kid, I’ve got things to do.  If you don’t like me walking through your little tea party, maybe you shouldn’t be hanging out in the my way.
 
BLACK: What the Hell man? This is our interview time, and our interview space.  You carry your punk *bleep* somewhere else before we knock the taste out of your mouth.
 
JONES: Yeah!
 
Ash:  Ah, it speaks.  I knew that this puppet had to have a puppet master.  Look, I couldn’t less about you little interview.  I don’t need to steal your face time as you’ve seen, the crew here knows which one of us is the real superstar around here.  And seeing as this belt is around my shoulder I’d guess that wouldn’t be you.  Now if you ladies will excuse me, I have a match to prepare for.

(Ash turns to leave but William Black reaches out and grabs his shoulder.   Ash turns around swinging his title belt and connects with the jaw of Black sending him stumbling backwards.  Levon Jones comes at Ash.  The two trade three or four punches before Ash gains the upper hand and sends Jones face first into the locker room door.  William Black regains his step and attacks Ash from behind.  Ash slams an elbow back into the face of Black and spinning around connects with a vicious right that sends him to the ground.)
 
(The Urban Legends locker room door opens up to show Mafioso standing  with a golf club in hand.  Mafioso looks down at Levon Jones at his feet, then at Black at the feet of Ash and leaps in to help his stable.  Mafioso tees off and connects with a brutal shot from behind to the groin of Ash that doubles him over and drops him to his knees.)

(Mafioso begins stomping away on Ash as Levon Jones picks himself off the ground.  Jones makes his way over the Ash and joins in the beating.  The camera looks over at William Black who is struggling to his feet.  Black touches the blood around his lips and then spitting out a mouthful of blood joins in on the attack making it a 3 on 1.)
 
(While Black and Jones stomp on Ash, Mafioso steps backwards and gets into position to tee off a golf shot.  Black and Jones each grab an arm of Ash and pick him up slightly off the floor.  Ash’s head is hanging down as Mafioso tees off and connect with Ash’s face bending the club almost in half.  The camera zooms in on the lowered head of Ash, we cannot see the actual wound but the blood is dripping off of him rather quickly and forming a growing pool on the cold concrete.)
 
(The Urban Legends pull Ash to his feet and William Black grabs him and executes a vicious DDT onto the concrete floor, further splitting Ash wide open.  Ash rolls over and the camera zooms in on Ash’s face.  A large gash across his forehead has opened and blood is mixing with the blood streaming from his nose.  His face is almost entirely covered in blood and his short hair is matted down around his forehead. Seeing blood the Urban Legends start to circle Ash like sharks in the ocean. Mafioso starts to taunt Ash as he slaps him in the face. Levon Jones begins to sneer as he looks at Ash and at a table a little down the hall. Mafioso goes for the table while Black and Jones work hard on Ash's ribs, kicking him while he's down.  Ash struggles to defend himself, but any attempt he can muster at this point is ineffective.)

(Mafioso brings the table back and sets it up.  As Black climbs onto the table, Mafioso and Jones pull Ash to his feet and roll him onto the table.  Black pulls Ash up and executes a sickening piledriver that shatters the table and drops Ash hard onto the concrete far below.  Black rolls the bloodied Ash off of him and as he gets up from the remains of the table kneels next to Ash.)
 
BLACK: I gave you a way out Ash, but you threw it back in my face.  Sooner or later this federation will give the Urban Legends the respect that they deserve.  Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, is above this, and if takes destroying people like you to get our point across Ash then so be it.  Never cross omy path again Ash if you know what’s good for you, because if you do, I promise you that you’ll look back on this beating and think you got off lucky.
 
(William Black rises, and then drops his fedora across the fallen Ash, leaving the champion out cold on the ground.)

JR:  GOOD LORD, the Urban Legends have dismantled Ash backstage.  I wonder what this means for his title defense tonight King. 

King:  Did you hear that JR?  It’s the sound of Shane Perish rejoicing.

JR:  That could very well be true King, we’ll have to see how this turns out.

>>> 

(Cameras are backstage in White Lightning's Locker Room where he is throwing darts at a wall and beside him is the All-American Title. Suddenly someone knocks on the door. White Lightning gets up and walks over to the door and opens it. Michael Bole is standing at the door.)

Bole: White Lightning, can I get an interview with you?

White Lightning: Sure, take a seat

(Bole sits down on a black leather chair.)

White Lightning: What the hell are you doing? That's my chair.

(Bole gets up and White Lightning sits down.)

White Lightning: You sit on that wooden stool over there

(Bole takes a seat on the stool.)

Bole: All right, Let's get started. White Lightning, what are your thoughts on your All-American Title Match tonight with Master Z?

White Lightning: Well, as everyone clearly knows, I am better than Master Z! It's a fact now. He knows he can't beat me, so I wouldn't be surprised if just didn't show up, but he will and he'll bring the Brotherhood with him, but not even the Brotherhood could save him from me! Master Z, just like Scotty Scott before, I will end the Legend of Master Z and further the Legend of White Lightning!

Bole: You might have answered this question, but what about the brotherhood interfering?

White Lightning: Let's get one thing clear, The Brotherhood SUCKS! They always will. Master Z makes sure the Brotherhood is always ready to attack because well, he realizes he is over the hill now and can't do the things he used to. On second thought, he has sucked all his life!

Bole: My Next Question, A lot has been made about this TCW success, what's your take on it?

White Lightning: It's to be expected! We are just doing what we said we would do. I have noticed an increase in ratings as well, which means we are doing our jobs to perfection. Tonight will be another perfect TCW night!

Bole: My Last Question, White Lightning, What is next for you?

White Lightning: I'm not sure just yet. A Legend like myself really has to weigh out his options. I should be the World Champion, so that's an option. But, I am the All-American Athlete and am the right person to wear the All-American Title! I mean, I'm going next week to meet the President!

Bole: Any Last Words:

White Lightning: Master Z…. YOU…SUCK!!!

(The Camera fades as White Lightning is back to throwing darts, and the camera zooms in to see White Lightning is throwing darts at a picture of Master Z.)

>>>

(The camera cuts to the back where EMTs are attending to the unconsicous Ash.  One of the EMT's puts smelling salts under Ash's nose and he jerks to consciousness wildly, flailing about.  Ash scampers backwards towards the wall and once his back is to the wall surveys the EMT's around him.  One of the EMT's moves towards him and Ash swings in his direction then grabs his ribs.)

Ash:  GET OFF OF ME!

(Ash struggles to get to his feet groaning in pain as he does.  Ash stumbles foward towards the Union Legends locker room and forces the door open.  The locker room however is empty and Ash screams out in pain.  Ash  turns from the locker room and leans up against the wall wincing in pain.  An EMT steps towards him.)

Ash:  I SAID GET AWAY!

EMT: Sir you have a serious cut that needs stiches immeadiately.

Ash:  Let it bleed, let them all bleed.

(Ash slowly walks over to his back and grabs his title belt.  He tries to shoulder his gear but is in too much pain.  He walks off slowly down the hall almost dragging his belt.  The camera pans down to show drops of blood Ash is leaving in this wake.)

JR:  Ladies and gentlemen Ash is in serious need of medical attention.

King:  But as usual, he's too dumb to realize it.

JR:  I think it's more a matter of pride King, but regardless Ash is making his way into the Arena and I can only imagine what this means for his title defense against Shane Perish.

King: I think it means we'll see alot more of Ash, but with alot less gold if you get my drift.

JR:  Time will tell King, we'll be right back.

>>>

LILLY: This contest is scheduled for one fall.

Introducing first...
Fighting out of Los Angeles...
Weighing in at 267 pounds...

Shane "Sy" Perish

(The lights in the arena dim to complete darkness. Suddenly a blidning
flash
goes off with a thunderous boom.)

PA: Now it's Your time to Perish!!!

("Superstar 2" By Saliva hits the PA system. Blue laser lights go over the
crowd accompanied by gold strobes. Shane and Jacklyn J. come out from
behind
the curtain. Shane stops at the top of the ramp.)

Crowd: BOOOOOO!!!!!

(Shane smiles and nods his head at the crowd. He basks in their hatred of
him.)

JR: I can't believe this guy. He likes the fact the crowd despises him.

King: I think it's great finally a young guy who realizes the fans opinion
of him don't matter.

(Shane and Jacklyn start on they're way down the ramp. They reach the ring
and Shane slides in the ring and waits for the match with Ash to start.)

LILLY: Fighting out of San Quentin Correctional Facility...
Weighing in at 240 pounds...

The BMWF TV Champion...
Ash

PA:  CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES… THIS IS MY LAST RESORT.

(Ash’s music blares over the PA as the crowd gets to it’s feet.  Ash slowly emerges from the back.  He’s clutching his TV title in his right hand and holding his ribs with the other.  Ash tries to raise his title up but winces in pain and lowers it back down.  Ash’s face is completely covered in blood.   His black shits looks to be soaked and the white “Outlaw” letters on the front of his shirt are smeared with red.  His blue jeans are stained in places with blood.  Ash slowly staggers down the ramp towards the ring.)

JR:  Ladies and Gentlemen I cannot believe it.  Ash is actually going to try and fight this match.

King:  Well in his condition it shouldn’t take long.

JR:  Ash should be in the back of an Ambulance not on his way to the ring.  This is a testament to his drive for this sport King, like his brother Lowedown, it seems nothing can keep him from defending his title.

(Ash struggles to climb the steps into the ring and winces as he climbs between the ropes.  Ash hands the belt to the ref and he signals for the match to start.)

JR:  Here we go ladies and gentlemen, I can only imagine what we are in store for with Ash being in this condition.

(Shane charges Ash and barrels into him sending both men backwards into the corner.  Shane drives his weight into Ash and Ash lets out a primal scream and grabs his ribs.  Ash shoves Shane backwards and inflamed with anger charges forward.  Shane drops down and lands a hard right to the injured ribs of Ash.  Ash cluthes his ribs and spits out a mouthful of blood as Shane gets to his feet and lands a vicious snap kick to the midsection of Ash that drops him to his knees in pain.)

JR:  Ash could be seriously injured King.  He ribs are almost guaranteed broken and if this onslaught by Shane Perish continues he might suffer a punctured lung or worse.

King:  This display of aggression is disgusting JR.  I LOVE IT!

(Shane comes up behind Ash and grabs his arms.  Placing a foot in Ash’s back Shane wrenches backwards in a modified surfboard stretching out the ribs on Ash and bringing a horrible scream of pain to his lips.  The ref checks but Ash only continues screaming in pain, never submitting.   Shane only wrenches the move in harder trying to break Ash but he cannot get the champion to submit.  Finally Shane releases the hold and Ash doubles over on the mat clutching his ribs.  Shane looks down over Ash but cannot figure out why he hasn’t submitted.  He begins to show signs of anger as he pulls Ash to his feet.  Shane sets up for a gut-wrench powerbomb.  Shane lifts Ash up, but instead of rotating him all the way around drops down and turns the move into a side backbreaker that again focuses on the injured ribs of the champion.  Ash cries out in pain and tries to protect himself, but is almost helpless at this point.) 

JR:  This is a vicious display of aggression by Shane Perish.

King:  Well what do you expect him to do JR?  Ash brought himself into this match, and refuses to quit.  He has no choice but to beat him to death.

JR:  That is a good point King.  I don’t know what needs to be done, but Ash is only putting his health and future at risk here, he isn’t even in this match anymore, it’s a slaughter.

(Shane pulls Ash to his feet and executes a vicious clothesline that drops Ash to the canvas.  Shane signals to the crowd then pulls Ash to his feet.   Shane pulls Ash into a DDT then executes the Perisher.)

JR:  PERISHER ON ASH!  THIS COULD BE IT!

(Shane goes for the cover as the ref counts)

Ref:  1………….2……..kickout

JR:  I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!  ASH KICKED OUT!  After all this punishment, and through all this pain Ash refuses to be beaten, this is incredible.

King:  Why would he want more pain JR?  What a moron!

(Shane cannot believe it and immediately goes to the mat and locks in his submission move the straight jacket.  Shane wrenches in the move putting more pressure on the ribs of Ash and cutting off his airflow.)

JR:  SHANE PERISH HAS THE STRAIGHT JACKET LOCKED IN, surely this is it folks.

(Shane continues to wrench in the move as Ash screams in pain.  The ref continues to check on Ash but there is no submittal.  Shane becomes enraged and wrenches the move in even harder and pulls back seeimingly as far as he can.  Ash lets out a sickening scream then goes silent.  The ref checks on Ash and then signals for the bell.)

*DING DING*

JR:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, SHANE PERISH IS THE NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION. 

King:  I can’t believe that moron Ash gave up.

JR:  I don’t think he did King.  The ref is breaking the hold and signaling for EMTs.  I believe Ash passed out from the incredible pain.  I think he held out for as long as possible, but he eventually blacked out from the punishment.

King:  What a moron!  He could have just turned over the title and saved himself the trouble.

(The camera zooms in on Shane Perish holding the TV Title above his head and then onto Ash who is being attended to by the EMTs.  His bloodied face unmoving as they attend to him.)

JR:  Ladies and Gentlemen, we can only hope that Ash is going to be all right.  We will give you any news as soon as we have any.  We’ll get Ash the attention he needs and be right back.

>>>


JR: We are just about three-quarters of the way through tonight’s card and still no sign of Tyro... Wait a second. Let’s go backstage!

(The scene cuts to the parking lot, where the sound of a car engine can be heard in the distance. The sound grows louder and louder until in the back of the parking lot, a dark color sports car can be seen. The car races to the front with lightning speed and stops short of hitting the cameraman. It’s a familiar black and red Diablo GTR)

King: Well, look who finally shows up!!

(Out of the car appears Tyrone Smith, dressed in his usual baggy black FUBU jeans and his custom-made #12 Step Daddy Tampa Bay Buccaneers jersey and wearing his trademark cold stern look on his face)

JR: Tyrone Smith has finally arrived! And listen to the capacity crowd react to what they are watching on the BruiserTron!

(Michael Bole runs out to talk to Tyrone)

Bole: Tyrone, where on earth have you been?! Tonight is your big match against Lowedown and you have been miss...

Tyrone: (Coldly) Do ya really need to tell me dat I ‘ave nah been ‘round, Bole? I t’ink I would know dat a’ready.

Bole: Well, that’s true, but where have you been?

Tyrone: Clearing my head... We’ll leave it at dat! Now if ya excuse me... I need to get somet’in’ off my chest.


(Tyrone walks away from Bole)

Bole: Well, JR, it looks like Tyrone is prepared and ready for tonight’s main event! Back to you

>>>

JR: Bole is standing by with the Thug!

(The camera cuts to the back where Dreadnaught is standing next to Michael Bole. Dreadnaught is dressed in a black Urban Legends jersey and black baggy jeans. He has a dew rag wrapped around his head and his fists are taped up with white tape, and “UL” on each wrist. He pulls his sunglasses off as Bole raises the mic to his mouth.)

Bole: Tonight Dreadnaught, you face off against Box. Now, you have never fought this man, yet tonight you face him for the Hardcore Title.

Dreadnaught: Yeah, I ain’t even got beef with this cat. At least until last Monday night! You see, this fool committed a mortal sin. I mean, at least that’s what Reno tells me, and (BLEEP) it, that’s good enough for the Thug! Box, you have had anger towards me sine the very first day! See, I heard all those messages you left! How can I hold you back, Box? Why don’t you answer that!

Bole: He has alluded to this many times!

Dreadnaught: Yeah, he thinks I have the power to keep him from becoming a superstar! But, that just ain’t the case! I got more to worry about than some disgruntled male secretary! Especially one from Chicago!

(Dreadnaught looks right into the camera.)

Dreadnaught: Let me break Chicago down for you! They used to be great, but they just can’t put anything together. I once had a layover in Chicago, and the only thing I was thankful for was that plane getting the (BLEEP) out of there. The stench of losers and foul hotdogs filed the air, and that just ain’t cool with the Psychotic Juggernaught! You know, I thought they had progressed as a city, but that is still the (BLEEP) hole of America! And down here in the Dirty South…

(The fans in the Nashville Arena explode.)

Dreadnaught: You cats know how to treat a true superstar! Now, I admit, I really never wanted a shot at the Hardcore title, but you know what they say, Bole!

Bole: What’s that?

Dreadnaught: Never look a gift horse in the mouth! But, I can kick Box in the (BLEEP)! You see, when he interfered in the Power Trip match, he signed the last day he would ever have hold that Hardcore Title! He thinks he is the most hardcore, but he never grew up in the hood. The closest to the hood he’s ever been is the Portillos close to Caprini! Yeah, I know all about that Box, but what do you know about me? You know nothing about the hood, and you know nothing about being a champion! And because you will destroy yourself in a drunken pool next to Wrigley, you will NEVER be a legend! So, when I leave tonight, with your entire identity, know that The Thug is the greatest, and you are now nothing more than a dirty stain on the history book! The Thug is here reppin’ for the streets, and they got enough to hold me down! The streets is watchin’ Box, and you can’t handle their stares. I HOLD THEM DOWN! And tonight, I am bringing the Hardcore title back to the ghetto! I will break your bones and watch you bleed! So, get used to that empty feeling around your waist! Yeah, I busted a lot of heads tonight of cats who decided to keep me from the Tag Titles, but this all comes down to me and Box! And I will shred him to pieces! When I’m done, his next job will be keeping a homless man warm outside the Museum of Science and Industry! I came to bring the pain, and tonight, it will be Legendary!

Bole: What about Lowedown?

Dreadnaught: Me and Reno got something special for him, but that’s later!

(Dreadnaught smirks before walking off.)

JR: The Thug better be ready for battle tonight!

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(The Bruisertron lights up again to show another figure making his way to the door of Tyrone Smith. As the figure disappears from the view of the camera, a huge splash of black paint covers almost all of the red paint. Another huge sign is slapped on the wall with another phrase that reads...)

Sign:How do you like your flesh Tyrone?
Regular or Extra crispy?
See you in hell Tyrone...in hell.

(The figure walks around the corner as the paints slowly drips to the floor...)

JR:Another message from a mystery figure!

King:Oh come on J.R! We all know it's Lowedown trying to play mindgames with Tyrone Smith!

JR:It might just be! Or it might be someone else from his past.

King:Well, he's asking about burning his flesh J.R! We know it's Lowedown!

JR:Folks, when we can get more information on this situation, we will inform you as soon as possible. We'll be right back!