Press Conference with C.E.O.s Randall Turco and James Wheeler to be held on Friday, December 14th outside the Igloo in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Press Conference with C.E.O.s Randall Turco and James Wheeler to be held on Friday, December 14th outside the Igloo in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Friday, April 04, 2003
BPCW Foleypalooza 2002 Free For All
The show kicks off with Paul Heyman being followed around backstage talking on his cell phone waiting for his clients to show up. The camera crew follows him for a couple minutes until backstage interviewer Danny Zucker shows up and tries to get a word.
DZ: “Excuse me, Paul, Paul, can I get a word with you?”
PE: “No, no, no, excuse me. Who exactly do you think I am? Am I some kind of acquaintance of yours? Are we close personal friends? Perhaps, good sir, you could show me a bit more respect.”
DZ: *fumbles* “I’m sorry uhh, sir. But, I was wondering if you’d be so kind as to tell us what you are up to?”
*The camera continues to follow them as they walk and Paul E. pauses in front of a door.*
PE: “Just a little business my good man. Just a little business. Now, if you’ll excuse me”
*He glances at the door and then walks in. The camera pans away as the door shuts and the name on the door reads ‘Randall Turco’. The camera pans back to Zucker and he just shrugs as the camera fades out to the opening theme. After the barrage of visual images the audience is greeted with the presence of Sex Pistol. As he makes his way down the ramp, we cut to backstage where we see the Playboys mercilessly beating Ian Wolfe. We hear Sex Pistol yelling at the cameraman…*
SP: “Hey! HEY! Junior, can we focus on the matter at hand?” *the cameras cut back to Sex Pistol who is in the face of the camera* “Yeah, that’s much better. It’s like I say, you always gotta keep your eye on the main event baby. And in terms of this rag tag fed, the main event is standing right in front of you! That’s right, I’m back baby, and I’m back in a big mother f#$#% way! In case the backwater hicks missed it, I brought a little clip…” *a clip rolls of Sex Pistol’s amazing Japanese Death Match at November to Remember, the post-victory celebration is also shown and then the picture turns back to Pistol* “this match was an epic clash between two hardened warriors. In one corner, a grizzled veteran of the business, with a keen mind for the destructiveness of the brutal genre, perhaps the hardest of the hardcore, and future hall of famer… and the other corner, Raven. *boos* Oh come on people, the only memorable thing about this November was my pin fall over that burnt out nobody. No, no, no. He isn’t a nobody, he’s a NEVER WAS. Bring that footage back up on the screen!” *a picture of him standing above Raven’s broken body during the post-match celebration is shown and he continues on…* “That piece of trash lying there couldn’t make it in any fed but the trailer trash ECW. But you may say, ‘there’s a glass ceiling’, well, in case you haven’t noticed, he isn’t black, and this is Minnesota, land of ten thousand Swedes! The only reason this piss ant is here is because he couldn’t make it anywhere else! And after that match, you can be sure that he’ll be quickly forgotten.” *Sex Pistol laughs and paces around the ring, and gets suddenly serious* “But I think we’ve spent enough time on that underling already. The reason that I’ve come out here today is to make an announcement, and a challenge. You see, I am ready to move back to my position on top. I am the Main Event here in the BPCW and I’m ready to take a big step, the next BIG step. You see at November to Remember I beat a legend at his own game, so at Foleypalooza, I’m going to derail the meteoric, and wholly undeserved rise of what everyone claims to be the next star of sports entertainment. At Foleypalooza, proving ground of wrestling and battlefield of legends, I want to move on to the Next Big Thing. I want BROCK *dramatic pause* LESNAR! Yeah, that’s right. I just found my next hurdle to the top, so Brock, get your thick-headed, candy ass out here!”
*Pistol only has to wait a short time pacing in the ring before Brock Lesnar emerges through the curtain and hits the Brock Bounce™ on the ramp to a tremendous ovation from the hometown crowd. After satiating the masses with his jiggling he walks down to the ring and stands face to face in the ring with Sex Pistol. A few inches taller than the boastful Playboy leader, Lesnar stares down at him, but Pistol stands fast and glares right back for almost a minute before raising the microphone to his face, continuing to fixate his gaze on the Next Big Thing.*
SP: “So tell me Brock, how does it feel to be punked out? How does it feel to fear for your very life standing this close to the Main…”
*Before he can finish his sentence, Lesnar snags the microphone from his hand infuriating Sex Pistol leading to yell and grab the ring ropes and shake them.*
BL: “Sorry about that big guy. But I think the fans here were sick of listening to your crap. And I know that I was. *pauses and walks around the ring with the mic in hand.* So, you think that after winning one match of your last…how many? You think by winning that one match, you’re ready to take me on? *he walks back and stands face to face with Pistol again* I don’t think that you’re man enough to even hold my jock strap, let alone step in the ring, with the Next…*pumps bicep*…Big…*pumps again*…Thi…”
*Taking a page from Brock’s book, Pistol grabs the microphone back leaving Lesnar with an ‘oh no you didn’t’ look on his face*
SP: “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, Brock. There comes a time in every wrestler’s life when he realizes one thing Brock, and that one thing is, that he is either a flash in the pan, like our good friend Raven, and you yourself Brock, or he is an enduring presence who will leave behind a legion of fans, and an untouchable legacy, such as myself. While I do enjoy watching your matches Brock, and your little bouncing for the all the fans out there, [aside/] really cute by the way [/aside], you just lack the charisma to make it in the upper echelon, and once you come to terms with that, you’ll be much better o…”
*Once again, the microphone is snatched out of Pistol’s hand and Brock, seething paces the ring…*
BL: “Alright, I’ve had about enough of this. I’ve taken abuse for the last ten minutes, not to mention the fact that you’ve kept this crowd on the edge of their beds waiting to fall asleep with your lackluster speech. You’ve racked and cajoled me about everything and anything you could possibly dream up but in the end, the fact remains that I am the superior physical specimen. You couldn’t last TEN minutes in the ring with me, even if you wanted t…”
*Brock is interrupted once again, but instead of the two continuing their little back and forth, they are both one upped by the sounds of the corporate music as C.E.O. Wheeler makes his way on stage much to the approval of the pumped crowd at the Igloo.*
CEO: “Hey, guys, I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I was thinking about this whole wonderful little situation backstage while watching you two on the monitor and I had a little epiphany about the entire situation. You see, our next Pay Per View, if you hadn’t noticed is none other than Foleypalooza *pumps hand in air in a Foley-esque fashion.* Now, it is true Sex Pistol, that you are a main event player, and deserve a shot to regain your former glory after that impressive display last month. And Brock…Lesnar, a fellow gopher, and all-around perfect physical specimen; you have raised the bar for other rookies and shot up the ranks of the BPCW faster than any other superstar. But you seem to think that Sex Pistol here isn’t the Main Event that he claims to be. *Brock is shown in the ring bouncing and shaking his head to agree with the C.E.O.’s statement* So what I’m going to do is to make the first match for Foleypalooza. This month, we will see the Next Big Thing, Brock Lesnar face off against the Main Event of the BPCW, Sex Pistol in a special ten minute time limit challenge… for the number one contender spot for the World’s Heavyweight Title! If Sex Pistol can last the ten minutes in the ring that Brock mentioned, he will get a shot at the title next month at Cold Day In Hell, but should he fail to outlast the Next Big Thing, we will see none other than the rookie sensation taking on the champ. So boys, why don’t you think about that, and start preparing, because on the proving ground of champions, we’re going to see who has the drive to be the best, and who’s going to be left in the dust. So we’ll see you in two weeks guys, make the most of it.”
*The corporate music hits again and the C.E.O. walks backstage and Brock and Pistol are left in the ring in a stare down. They go nose-to-nose and eventually Lesnar does his famous neck flinch to attempt to intimidate Pistol and it works sending Pistol falling backwards over his own feet. The crowd eats it up and Lesnar just turns around and heads out of the ring, but Pistol gets up and runs to jump him from behind, but Lesnar spins around at the last second and grabs him out of midair and the crowd pops huge. Lesnar summons his strength and manages to hoist the beefy Sex Pistol up and drop him for the double back breaker… and then a third before dropping his adversary to the mat! Lesnar bounces a bit in the ring before leaving and heading up the ramp, but he turns about half way up as he sees Sex Pistol getting to his feet. The crowd cheers as he looks to them for what to do. He backs away and they begin to boo, but as he feigns steps towards the ring, their cheers become deafening. He runs into the ring and waits for Sex Pistol to get up and hoists him up on his shoulders and hits the F-5. Pistol lays motionless as Lesnar once again bounces for a bit then heads out and up the ramp as we head backstage to where medical attendants are helping a bloodied Ian Wolfe on to a stretcher with the Playboys looking on and laughing.*
*A promo is shown of a darkened jail cell with a man sitting in it. He has his hands folded as if in prayer and he silently shakes back and forth. The camera slowly pans around him in a 360-degree sweep before suddenly zooming way in on his eyes, which glow an eerily bright green. A voice rings from the cell echoing as the focus on his eyes continues and eventually shows him pacing in his cell as the monologue continues… "‘No Surrender’ is the war cry of the Belfast Brigade. We have no costly tenders, nor no unsecures to show. We're at need to defend ourselves. No matter where we go, we're out for our Republic, to hell with every State. What have the States done for me except try and rape my county’s soul? Not a fuckin’ thing. ‘No Surrender’ is the war cry of the Belfast Brigade. And on my lips it will be whether I take you, or you take me…” The camera returns to the man’s piercing green gaze as his monologue enters his last line, and the green flashes brightly leaving the Irish Flag on the screen. Then, slowly, from the top of the screen, a blood red wave slowly drips down the screen and as it has washes the flag a deep crimson, the words “I’m Coming” appear on the screen.*
*The screen goes blank and we are taken back to the arena entrance where we see the emergence of Big Show and Billy Gunn into the Igloo. Their new manager Paul Heyman meets them immediately and they begin to walk towards the dressing room. As the camera follows them around the backstage area, John Imbriani who has a couple of questions for them meets the entourage and launches his inquisition…*
JI: “Big Show, Billy Gunn, what exactly is your relationship to Paul Heyman?”
*The Big Show and Billy Gunn just stare at Imbriani as Paul E. steps in front of his ‘clients’.*
PE: “Gentleman, if you wouldn’t mind, I will handle this. You see you my good man, I have been hired as a manager by my clients and as part of said contract I will be handling all interview responsibilities, you see my clients do not wished to be heckled by you or anyone about their relationships to anyone, least of all a manager such as myself. You see, they don’t have to answer any of their questions, but just for the sake of amusing your pitiful audience, I will humor you with a couple of answers. You see, the reason that these two behemoths have hired me, is to help them regain their previous spot as the greatest BPCW tag team of all time, and as a manager of champions I can tell you that it is only a matter of time until my clients regain their former glory. So what they are going to do is put their titles on the line at Foleypalooza against not just one, not just two, but as many tag teams as this federation can muster in a sort of invitational, if you will. So bring your best, bring whatever you can muster, and my clients will tear through them as though they were not even there. So bring your alliances, bring your tag teams, bring your legends. After Foleypalooza, there will be nothing left but my clients, and their renewed legacy of domination in the BPCW. Now, if you will excuse us, we have more important things to attend to.”
*They brush past Imbriani and run smack dab into none other than Venom and Magnus! Big Show picks Paul E. up by his shoulders and places their outspoken manager behind both himself and Billy Gunn and then turns to face the surly looking Flock members.*
VN: “You two go on and on about how great you are...”
MG: “…or rather, your tubby manager keeps going on.”
VN: “And to be honest, we’re fucking tired of listening to this little mutual admiration society.”
BG: “Hey, you gonna bark all day little dog?”
BS: “Or are you going to bite.”
MG: *holding Venom back* “Oh we’re going to bite, but we’re going to bite you right in *looks at the Big Show* your big ass… at Foleypalooza when we take those tag straps from around your waists. Let’s go man.”
*Magnus and Venom begin to walk away but are viciously jumped by the Big Show and Billy Gunn. The beating continues until Raven and Frat Boy show up and fend off the attack. They slowly back up and Paul E. shouts back to them…*
PE: “We’ll see you at Foley…palooza.” *The three laugh as they back away slowly and the picture switches to the C.E.O.’s office where Sex Fiend and Wheeler are having a discussion and seem to be wrapping things up.*
CEO: “Well, I’m glad we worked it all out. I know how bad you want them both, but I think this will be just the way to get what you want, and keep everyone relatively healthy.”
SF: “Well, I have just the person in mind, so don’t worry, it’ll be a chartbuster.”
CEO: “Glad we could do business.”
SF: “Likewise.”
*The two shake hands and Sex Fiend exits the C.E.O.’s office and we go to the arena where the Playboys, Mark Bickler, Jon Seitz, and Val Venis are heading to the ring mocking fans as they go. Despite the negative reaction from the fans, they seem to be in good spirits and proceed to address the packed house in the Igloo.*
MB: “After getting in a light workout earlier” *the three laugh and talk amongst themselves* “the boys and I were interested in coming out and giving all of you a little treat. So I think first of all, we should address our little run in with Mr. Wolfe. You see, somehow, he decided it would be a good idea to get himself a little rematch from last month for my Great Lakes Title. So, I talked it over with the boys and we decided that we really didn’t appreciate his efforts to try and make me look bad, so we made him an offer that he couldn’t refuse. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t take us very seriously. But you know what? Since I’m such a generous person, I’m still going to give that twerp a shot at my Great Lakes Title.”
JS: “And for the benefit of those with flash photography, we will be performing a pose we’d like to call ‘Champions of the Future’ because you’re looking at the tag team that will be winning the titles from the Big Show and Billy Gunn in two weeks at Foleypalooza!” *The three of them pose with Bickler showing off his title smugly while Venis and Seitz make the belt motion at their waists while the flashbulbs begin to pop around the Igloo.*
*Elsewhere backstage we see the Interpreter getting a cup of coffee when she is approached by Spice.*
SP: “Well, well, well, what do we have here? It must be the newest women wrestler on the block. How does it feel to have your first official victory as a wrestler, chica?
OG: “Oh no, that was totally Essa, he’s amazing. I was just there for moral support, it’s no big deal.”
SP: “No big deal? NO BIG DEAL? You’re trying to tell me that that didn’t mean anything to you? Do you think this is all some sort of game? I worked my ass off to get here and I won’t have any two-bit skanky talking-for-your-man-because-he-don’t-know-English ho running around trying to pass herself off as a legitimate wrestler when she doesn’t even care about the business.”
OG: “No, please, that’s not what I meant. I totally respect the business. And you, you’re amazing. Let’s just talk about this, I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding. I was only there because Essa wanted me to wrestle with him instead of someone else.”
SP: “Okay, okay, maybe I just over-reacted. You seem like a nice enough girl.”
*Spice moves to the coffee dispenser and attempts to get a cup but it seems to be empty. While she fiddles with the dispenser she asks the Interpreter to check out the situation up top. As the Interpreter goes to do so, Spice slowly gets up and with a viciously evil smile on her face shoves the Spanish speaking beauty’s face into the steaming hot coffee jug leaving her screaming in pain. She stumbles around until she can finally get the container off of her head but is still drifting around aimlessly. Spice lets her trip over to her and then throws the Interpreter’s head between her legs setting her up for a powerbomb through the snack table. The last glimpse we get of the scene is the Interpreter lying motionless and Spice standing over her grinning maniacally.*
*After a quick commercial break we shift elsewhere backstage where once again Paul E. is entering the dressing room of a BPCW star. As the door shuts we see that it is the locker room of the titanic Steven Black! The camera hovers outside the door for a bit before it cuts to the long-absent BPCW Hardcore Champion, Rob Van Dam who is speaking with a couple of the boys in back. The fans go nuts when they see him, starting a monstrous RVD chant. He is quickly approached by a jubilant C.E.O. Wheeler who seems delighted to have his boy back from active duty in the ongoing struggle in the UCW/WWA conflict.*
CEO: “Rob, Rob, good to see you my man. What brings you here?”
RVD: “Well, it is about time for the biggest events in the industry, and since the fed is named after a hardcore legend, I thought it was be cool if you could have a hardcore title match featuring none other than the legend to be, Rob…Van…Dam!”
CEO: “Well, that’s awesome Rob… but I had no idea you were coming. I don’t mean to sound like I don’t appreciate it, because I really do. I thought that you’d be too busy on the front lines to come back for the pay per view. So I really am grateful, but I just don’t have an opponent for you.”
RVD: “Hey man, it’s cool. I mean, everything’s cool when you’re RVD. You make room on the card, and I’ll find someone to fight. I mean, somebody’s got to crave this thing, right? I know I’m not the only person with the addiction.” *The C.E.O. stares at RVD for a minute before Van Dam notices…* “addicted to the title dude. What did you think I meant?”
CEO: “Nothin’ man, nothin’. You find an opponent and you have yourself a slot on the card, I guarantee.”
RVD: “Cool man, alright, I’ll catch you later dude. Take it easy.”
CEO: “You too Rob, let me know when you find an opponent.”
*The two part ways and another promo is shown of the man in the cell, but this time after circling around the camera flies into the man’s head and he is seen standing in a wide open field under a star filled sky with the wind blowing softly through the trees. The camera flies around him again as he speaks watching him slowly taking a crucifix that is hanging around his neck into his hand and pray… “This Ireland of mine has for long been half free. A homeland’s own people slaves to injust tyranny. My sins are my own filled with nothing but pride. I trust in my God. There is nothing to hide. I don't mind a bit if I shoot down the police. They're lackeys for war never guardians of peace. But at the deserters I'll never let aim those rebels who sold out the Patriot’s name.” The camera returns to the man’s piercing green gaze as before as his dialogue ends and the green flashes again, creating the same image as earlier in the evening. Again, the blood washes the flag and the same message appears… “I’m Coming”*
*Kyuss blares over the loudspeakers and out comes the behemoth, Steven Black to a pretty positive response from the crowd. After reaching the ring and grabbing a microphone he slowly starts into a promo…*
SB: “I’ve been in this federation for a while now, and as much as I’d like to say that I’ve got a lot of friends in this fed, that just isn’t the case. I came in with a family, a clan, a clique if you will. But that fell apart as quickly as it came into being. I had three brothers when I started out in this business and as of this moment, I am an only child, an orphan. But all that changed earlier tonight. I had a conversation that changed my life with Paul Heyman…” *the crowd begins to boo, but Black makes motions for them to quiet down. As they begin to quiet down, Paul E. appears on stage, which prompts them to start booing again*
PE: “Come on now, give this man a chance to speak!”
SB: “Thank you Paul. Now, I have tried to do my best to entertain you fans since I came into this federation, and I want to speak. After I talked to Paul, everything came into focus.” *Heyman is shown on camera nodding his head* “The fog was cleared and I felt like a burden was lifted from upon my shoulders. And, I knew that I had a decision to make, and I’m confident that I’ve made the right choice. So at Foleypalooza, I will be joining a brotherhood that will lead me back to the light.” *Paul is shown again shaking his head and rubbing his hands together* “So in two weeks, at Foleypalooza… I will be joining the Big Show and Billy Gunn in the BPCW World Tag Team Title Match. *Paul is shown clapping and bowing to Black and the camera stays on him as Black continues to an incredible series of boos from the crowd.* And by my side, I will have a man that will help me revolutionize this business by ensuring our defeat of Paul Heyman’s unholy alliance to become the new BPCW Tag Team Champions!”
*Heyman is shown with a look of absolute shock on his face before it takes a turn for the angered and he begins to wildly wave his arms summoning the Big Show and Billy Gunn sending them to the ring to avenge the insult suffered at the hands of Steven Black. The two are warded off for a bit, but eventually with the help of Heyman’s distractions the two are able to overcome Black beating him silly until none other than Rob Van Dam emerges from the backstage area at a dead run. He hits the ring and clears out Heyman’s cadre who back up the ramp seething from RVD’s presence. Van Dam helps Black to his feet and raises his hand pointing to him and getting the crowd soundly behind him. RVD plays to the crowd a bit more, then heads backstage leaving Steven Black with a huge face rub.*
*As soon as Van Dam passed into the backstage area, John Imbriani is quick to question RVD on his association to Steven Black, inquiring as to whether or not, he was indeed Black’s tag team partner for Foleypalooza.*
RVD: “Me? Nah… I just got bored and I figured I could help a brother out. Besides, Paul E. always get all” *makes goofy faces and voices* “angry and grumpy, but seriously, how can I be his partner when I have a hardcore match of my own?”
JI: “So you’ve found an opponent?”
RVD: “Well not yet, but…”
*A voice comes out of nowhere saying “you do now”. The camera pans around until it finds Raven sitting on an anvil case, high in the distance.*
RVD: “Heeeeeey, Raven, what’s up dude?”
RN: “The prodigal son of hardcore has come back to the house of the Raven. Chronologically lonesome, there has been a shift in the tides and the revised standard leaves me desirous of long absent adulation.”
RVD: “Uhh, yeah, whatever dude. I don’t know what you just said, but do you, like, want a shot at the title.”
RN: *sighs* “Precisely.”
RVD: “Cool man, well I’ll tell Wheeler. See you at Foleypalooza. Oh, and Johnny, tell Steve good luck for me, I gotta run to a very important meeting. Check you guys later.”
*The cameras cut to the backstage area where Lauren Rath and Mother Russia are walking and talking as they comb the halls…*
LR: “And they honestly think that vernacular architecture is something special. I say raze it all. Like the fucking wall, you know?”
MR: “Zee fall of zee wall vas a tragedy for us.”
*They stare at each other for a minute and continue walking in silence until they come along the hallway and are blocked by an opening door. From the room emerges Sara and Stephanie McMahon...*
SM: “Well, if it isn’t the dynamic dyke duo.”
SS: “Yeah, how’s it going *scoffs* ladies?”
LR: “Oh, you’re one to talk tons of fun. Maybe you could work on trimming down that ass so it looks more like a ghetto booty instead of a whole neighborhood.”
SS: “Excuse me? You’ve been with so many guys having sex with you is like a 747 flying through the Grand Canyon!”
SM: “Yeah, like a hot dog down a hallway!”
MR: “Maybe if you did not use your sex as a way to keep your man held in check, he could attain the success hers have.”
SM: “Maybe you should keep your slutty Russian ass out of it!”
LR: *holding Mother Russia back* “I wouldn’t talk Stephanie, what is that they always call you?”
*The crowd immediately breaks into a “slut!” chant and Stephanie looks around listening to the masses and begins to yell at them to shut up until the crowd is joined in their repetitive chant by a deep voice that could only belong to one man…*
MF: “Slut! Slut! Slut! Slut! Oh-ho-ho-ho, how goes it ladies? I overheard your little conversation and I just got back from talking with Wheeler about a little company direction at the executive suite, right here in MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA!” *cheap pop followed by ‘Foley! Foley!’ chant.* “But seriously, all these hot girls fighting gives me a big enough rush of testicular fortitude, that I might just come back to wrestle as the Masked Debater!” *The crowd pops huge and the smarks enjoy the inside joke.* “But seriously now. A well-worked muscle is a well-developed muscle. Since it is my pay-per-view, I think we would all like to see these fine ladies square off, in a tag team match!” *The crowd pops huge for the opportunity to see these four talented physical specimens face off.* “And what makes it even better is that you’re referee will be none other than… Me!” *Another ‘Foley!’ chant breaks out as Foley bobs his head and pumps his hand in the air along with it.* “So you ladies keep up the good work, and in two weeks I’ll see you in the ring, right here, in the Igloo!” *cheap pop* “So keep those legs in the air and Have A Nice Day!”
*A video package for Foleypalooza airs to the theme song for the event, the In The Air Tonight Remix, by Phil Collins featuring the Foo Fighters. As it reaches the point where it “really picks up”, the guitars blare and the crowd eats up the mixture of old and new school superstar talent intermixed with the visual montage. After the package airs, the familiar sound of the Rollins Band blares over the loudspeakers and the arena greets their new World Heavyweight Champion in a style befitting his arrogant attitude.*
The show kicks off with Paul Heyman being followed around backstage talking on his cell phone waiting for his clients to show up. The camera crew follows him for a couple minutes until backstage interviewer Danny Zucker shows up and tries to get a word.
DZ: “Excuse me, Paul, Paul, can I get a word with you?”
PE: “No, no, no, excuse me. Who exactly do you think I am? Am I some kind of acquaintance of yours? Are we close personal friends? Perhaps, good sir, you could show me a bit more respect.”
DZ: *fumbles* “I’m sorry uhh, sir. But, I was wondering if you’d be so kind as to tell us what you are up to?”
*The camera continues to follow them as they walk and Paul E. pauses in front of a door.*
PE: “Just a little business my good man. Just a little business. Now, if you’ll excuse me”
*He glances at the door and then walks in. The camera pans away as the door shuts and the name on the door reads ‘Randall Turco’. The camera pans back to Zucker and he just shrugs as the camera fades out to the opening theme. After the barrage of visual images the audience is greeted with the presence of Sex Pistol. As he makes his way down the ramp, we cut to backstage where we see the Playboys mercilessly beating Ian Wolfe. We hear Sex Pistol yelling at the cameraman…*
SP: “Hey! HEY! Junior, can we focus on the matter at hand?” *the cameras cut back to Sex Pistol who is in the face of the camera* “Yeah, that’s much better. It’s like I say, you always gotta keep your eye on the main event baby. And in terms of this rag tag fed, the main event is standing right in front of you! That’s right, I’m back baby, and I’m back in a big mother f#$#% way! In case the backwater hicks missed it, I brought a little clip…” *a clip rolls of Sex Pistol’s amazing Japanese Death Match at November to Remember, the post-victory celebration is also shown and then the picture turns back to Pistol* “this match was an epic clash between two hardened warriors. In one corner, a grizzled veteran of the business, with a keen mind for the destructiveness of the brutal genre, perhaps the hardest of the hardcore, and future hall of famer… and the other corner, Raven. *boos* Oh come on people, the only memorable thing about this November was my pin fall over that burnt out nobody. No, no, no. He isn’t a nobody, he’s a NEVER WAS. Bring that footage back up on the screen!” *a picture of him standing above Raven’s broken body during the post-match celebration is shown and he continues on…* “That piece of trash lying there couldn’t make it in any fed but the trailer trash ECW. But you may say, ‘there’s a glass ceiling’, well, in case you haven’t noticed, he isn’t black, and this is Minnesota, land of ten thousand Swedes! The only reason this piss ant is here is because he couldn’t make it anywhere else! And after that match, you can be sure that he’ll be quickly forgotten.” *Sex Pistol laughs and paces around the ring, and gets suddenly serious* “But I think we’ve spent enough time on that underling already. The reason that I’ve come out here today is to make an announcement, and a challenge. You see, I am ready to move back to my position on top. I am the Main Event here in the BPCW and I’m ready to take a big step, the next BIG step. You see at November to Remember I beat a legend at his own game, so at Foleypalooza, I’m going to derail the meteoric, and wholly undeserved rise of what everyone claims to be the next star of sports entertainment. At Foleypalooza, proving ground of wrestling and battlefield of legends, I want to move on to the Next Big Thing. I want BROCK *dramatic pause* LESNAR! Yeah, that’s right. I just found my next hurdle to the top, so Brock, get your thick-headed, candy ass out here!”
*Pistol only has to wait a short time pacing in the ring before Brock Lesnar emerges through the curtain and hits the Brock Bounce™ on the ramp to a tremendous ovation from the hometown crowd. After satiating the masses with his jiggling he walks down to the ring and stands face to face in the ring with Sex Pistol. A few inches taller than the boastful Playboy leader, Lesnar stares down at him, but Pistol stands fast and glares right back for almost a minute before raising the microphone to his face, continuing to fixate his gaze on the Next Big Thing.*
SP: “So tell me Brock, how does it feel to be punked out? How does it feel to fear for your very life standing this close to the Main…”
*Before he can finish his sentence, Lesnar snags the microphone from his hand infuriating Sex Pistol leading to yell and grab the ring ropes and shake them.*
BL: “Sorry about that big guy. But I think the fans here were sick of listening to your crap. And I know that I was. *pauses and walks around the ring with the mic in hand.* So, you think that after winning one match of your last…how many? You think by winning that one match, you’re ready to take me on? *he walks back and stands face to face with Pistol again* I don’t think that you’re man enough to even hold my jock strap, let alone step in the ring, with the Next…*pumps bicep*…Big…*pumps again*…Thi…”
*Taking a page from Brock’s book, Pistol grabs the microphone back leaving Lesnar with an ‘oh no you didn’t’ look on his face*
SP: “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, Brock. There comes a time in every wrestler’s life when he realizes one thing Brock, and that one thing is, that he is either a flash in the pan, like our good friend Raven, and you yourself Brock, or he is an enduring presence who will leave behind a legion of fans, and an untouchable legacy, such as myself. While I do enjoy watching your matches Brock, and your little bouncing for the all the fans out there, [aside/] really cute by the way [/aside], you just lack the charisma to make it in the upper echelon, and once you come to terms with that, you’ll be much better o…”
*Once again, the microphone is snatched out of Pistol’s hand and Brock, seething paces the ring…*
BL: “Alright, I’ve had about enough of this. I’ve taken abuse for the last ten minutes, not to mention the fact that you’ve kept this crowd on the edge of their beds waiting to fall asleep with your lackluster speech. You’ve racked and cajoled me about everything and anything you could possibly dream up but in the end, the fact remains that I am the superior physical specimen. You couldn’t last TEN minutes in the ring with me, even if you wanted t…”
*Brock is interrupted once again, but instead of the two continuing their little back and forth, they are both one upped by the sounds of the corporate music as C.E.O. Wheeler makes his way on stage much to the approval of the pumped crowd at the Igloo.*
CEO: “Hey, guys, I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I was thinking about this whole wonderful little situation backstage while watching you two on the monitor and I had a little epiphany about the entire situation. You see, our next Pay Per View, if you hadn’t noticed is none other than Foleypalooza *pumps hand in air in a Foley-esque fashion.* Now, it is true Sex Pistol, that you are a main event player, and deserve a shot to regain your former glory after that impressive display last month. And Brock…Lesnar, a fellow gopher, and all-around perfect physical specimen; you have raised the bar for other rookies and shot up the ranks of the BPCW faster than any other superstar. But you seem to think that Sex Pistol here isn’t the Main Event that he claims to be. *Brock is shown in the ring bouncing and shaking his head to agree with the C.E.O.’s statement* So what I’m going to do is to make the first match for Foleypalooza. This month, we will see the Next Big Thing, Brock Lesnar face off against the Main Event of the BPCW, Sex Pistol in a special ten minute time limit challenge… for the number one contender spot for the World’s Heavyweight Title! If Sex Pistol can last the ten minutes in the ring that Brock mentioned, he will get a shot at the title next month at Cold Day In Hell, but should he fail to outlast the Next Big Thing, we will see none other than the rookie sensation taking on the champ. So boys, why don’t you think about that, and start preparing, because on the proving ground of champions, we’re going to see who has the drive to be the best, and who’s going to be left in the dust. So we’ll see you in two weeks guys, make the most of it.”
*The corporate music hits again and the C.E.O. walks backstage and Brock and Pistol are left in the ring in a stare down. They go nose-to-nose and eventually Lesnar does his famous neck flinch to attempt to intimidate Pistol and it works sending Pistol falling backwards over his own feet. The crowd eats it up and Lesnar just turns around and heads out of the ring, but Pistol gets up and runs to jump him from behind, but Lesnar spins around at the last second and grabs him out of midair and the crowd pops huge. Lesnar summons his strength and manages to hoist the beefy Sex Pistol up and drop him for the double back breaker… and then a third before dropping his adversary to the mat! Lesnar bounces a bit in the ring before leaving and heading up the ramp, but he turns about half way up as he sees Sex Pistol getting to his feet. The crowd cheers as he looks to them for what to do. He backs away and they begin to boo, but as he feigns steps towards the ring, their cheers become deafening. He runs into the ring and waits for Sex Pistol to get up and hoists him up on his shoulders and hits the F-5. Pistol lays motionless as Lesnar once again bounces for a bit then heads out and up the ramp as we head backstage to where medical attendants are helping a bloodied Ian Wolfe on to a stretcher with the Playboys looking on and laughing.*
*A promo is shown of a darkened jail cell with a man sitting in it. He has his hands folded as if in prayer and he silently shakes back and forth. The camera slowly pans around him in a 360-degree sweep before suddenly zooming way in on his eyes, which glow an eerily bright green. A voice rings from the cell echoing as the focus on his eyes continues and eventually shows him pacing in his cell as the monologue continues… "‘No Surrender’ is the war cry of the Belfast Brigade. We have no costly tenders, nor no unsecures to show. We're at need to defend ourselves. No matter where we go, we're out for our Republic, to hell with every State. What have the States done for me except try and rape my county’s soul? Not a fuckin’ thing. ‘No Surrender’ is the war cry of the Belfast Brigade. And on my lips it will be whether I take you, or you take me…” The camera returns to the man’s piercing green gaze as his monologue enters his last line, and the green flashes brightly leaving the Irish Flag on the screen. Then, slowly, from the top of the screen, a blood red wave slowly drips down the screen and as it has washes the flag a deep crimson, the words “I’m Coming” appear on the screen.*
*The screen goes blank and we are taken back to the arena entrance where we see the emergence of Big Show and Billy Gunn into the Igloo. Their new manager Paul Heyman meets them immediately and they begin to walk towards the dressing room. As the camera follows them around the backstage area, John Imbriani who has a couple of questions for them meets the entourage and launches his inquisition…*
JI: “Big Show, Billy Gunn, what exactly is your relationship to Paul Heyman?”
*The Big Show and Billy Gunn just stare at Imbriani as Paul E. steps in front of his ‘clients’.*
PE: “Gentleman, if you wouldn’t mind, I will handle this. You see you my good man, I have been hired as a manager by my clients and as part of said contract I will be handling all interview responsibilities, you see my clients do not wished to be heckled by you or anyone about their relationships to anyone, least of all a manager such as myself. You see, they don’t have to answer any of their questions, but just for the sake of amusing your pitiful audience, I will humor you with a couple of answers. You see, the reason that these two behemoths have hired me, is to help them regain their previous spot as the greatest BPCW tag team of all time, and as a manager of champions I can tell you that it is only a matter of time until my clients regain their former glory. So what they are going to do is put their titles on the line at Foleypalooza against not just one, not just two, but as many tag teams as this federation can muster in a sort of invitational, if you will. So bring your best, bring whatever you can muster, and my clients will tear through them as though they were not even there. So bring your alliances, bring your tag teams, bring your legends. After Foleypalooza, there will be nothing left but my clients, and their renewed legacy of domination in the BPCW. Now, if you will excuse us, we have more important things to attend to.”
*They brush past Imbriani and run smack dab into none other than Venom and Magnus! Big Show picks Paul E. up by his shoulders and places their outspoken manager behind both himself and Billy Gunn and then turns to face the surly looking Flock members.*
VN: “You two go on and on about how great you are...”
MG: “…or rather, your tubby manager keeps going on.”
VN: “And to be honest, we’re fucking tired of listening to this little mutual admiration society.”
BG: “Hey, you gonna bark all day little dog?”
BS: “Or are you going to bite.”
MG: *holding Venom back* “Oh we’re going to bite, but we’re going to bite you right in *looks at the Big Show* your big ass… at Foleypalooza when we take those tag straps from around your waists. Let’s go man.”
*Magnus and Venom begin to walk away but are viciously jumped by the Big Show and Billy Gunn. The beating continues until Raven and Frat Boy show up and fend off the attack. They slowly back up and Paul E. shouts back to them…*
PE: “We’ll see you at Foley…palooza.” *The three laugh as they back away slowly and the picture switches to the C.E.O.’s office where Sex Fiend and Wheeler are having a discussion and seem to be wrapping things up.*
CEO: “Well, I’m glad we worked it all out. I know how bad you want them both, but I think this will be just the way to get what you want, and keep everyone relatively healthy.”
SF: “Well, I have just the person in mind, so don’t worry, it’ll be a chartbuster.”
CEO: “Glad we could do business.”
SF: “Likewise.”
*The two shake hands and Sex Fiend exits the C.E.O.’s office and we go to the arena where the Playboys, Mark Bickler, Jon Seitz, and Val Venis are heading to the ring mocking fans as they go. Despite the negative reaction from the fans, they seem to be in good spirits and proceed to address the packed house in the Igloo.*
MB: “After getting in a light workout earlier” *the three laugh and talk amongst themselves* “the boys and I were interested in coming out and giving all of you a little treat. So I think first of all, we should address our little run in with Mr. Wolfe. You see, somehow, he decided it would be a good idea to get himself a little rematch from last month for my Great Lakes Title. So, I talked it over with the boys and we decided that we really didn’t appreciate his efforts to try and make me look bad, so we made him an offer that he couldn’t refuse. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t take us very seriously. But you know what? Since I’m such a generous person, I’m still going to give that twerp a shot at my Great Lakes Title.”
JS: “And for the benefit of those with flash photography, we will be performing a pose we’d like to call ‘Champions of the Future’ because you’re looking at the tag team that will be winning the titles from the Big Show and Billy Gunn in two weeks at Foleypalooza!” *The three of them pose with Bickler showing off his title smugly while Venis and Seitz make the belt motion at their waists while the flashbulbs begin to pop around the Igloo.*
*Elsewhere backstage we see the Interpreter getting a cup of coffee when she is approached by Spice.*
SP: “Well, well, well, what do we have here? It must be the newest women wrestler on the block. How does it feel to have your first official victory as a wrestler, chica?
OG: “Oh no, that was totally Essa, he’s amazing. I was just there for moral support, it’s no big deal.”
SP: “No big deal? NO BIG DEAL? You’re trying to tell me that that didn’t mean anything to you? Do you think this is all some sort of game? I worked my ass off to get here and I won’t have any two-bit skanky talking-for-your-man-because-he-don’t-know-English ho running around trying to pass herself off as a legitimate wrestler when she doesn’t even care about the business.”
OG: “No, please, that’s not what I meant. I totally respect the business. And you, you’re amazing. Let’s just talk about this, I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding. I was only there because Essa wanted me to wrestle with him instead of someone else.”
SP: “Okay, okay, maybe I just over-reacted. You seem like a nice enough girl.”
*Spice moves to the coffee dispenser and attempts to get a cup but it seems to be empty. While she fiddles with the dispenser she asks the Interpreter to check out the situation up top. As the Interpreter goes to do so, Spice slowly gets up and with a viciously evil smile on her face shoves the Spanish speaking beauty’s face into the steaming hot coffee jug leaving her screaming in pain. She stumbles around until she can finally get the container off of her head but is still drifting around aimlessly. Spice lets her trip over to her and then throws the Interpreter’s head between her legs setting her up for a powerbomb through the snack table. The last glimpse we get of the scene is the Interpreter lying motionless and Spice standing over her grinning maniacally.*
*After a quick commercial break we shift elsewhere backstage where once again Paul E. is entering the dressing room of a BPCW star. As the door shuts we see that it is the locker room of the titanic Steven Black! The camera hovers outside the door for a bit before it cuts to the long-absent BPCW Hardcore Champion, Rob Van Dam who is speaking with a couple of the boys in back. The fans go nuts when they see him, starting a monstrous RVD chant. He is quickly approached by a jubilant C.E.O. Wheeler who seems delighted to have his boy back from active duty in the ongoing struggle in the UCW/WWA conflict.*
CEO: “Rob, Rob, good to see you my man. What brings you here?”
RVD: “Well, it is about time for the biggest events in the industry, and since the fed is named after a hardcore legend, I thought it was be cool if you could have a hardcore title match featuring none other than the legend to be, Rob…Van…Dam!”
CEO: “Well, that’s awesome Rob… but I had no idea you were coming. I don’t mean to sound like I don’t appreciate it, because I really do. I thought that you’d be too busy on the front lines to come back for the pay per view. So I really am grateful, but I just don’t have an opponent for you.”
RVD: “Hey man, it’s cool. I mean, everything’s cool when you’re RVD. You make room on the card, and I’ll find someone to fight. I mean, somebody’s got to crave this thing, right? I know I’m not the only person with the addiction.” *The C.E.O. stares at RVD for a minute before Van Dam notices…* “addicted to the title dude. What did you think I meant?”
CEO: “Nothin’ man, nothin’. You find an opponent and you have yourself a slot on the card, I guarantee.”
RVD: “Cool man, alright, I’ll catch you later dude. Take it easy.”
CEO: “You too Rob, let me know when you find an opponent.”
*The two part ways and another promo is shown of the man in the cell, but this time after circling around the camera flies into the man’s head and he is seen standing in a wide open field under a star filled sky with the wind blowing softly through the trees. The camera flies around him again as he speaks watching him slowly taking a crucifix that is hanging around his neck into his hand and pray… “This Ireland of mine has for long been half free. A homeland’s own people slaves to injust tyranny. My sins are my own filled with nothing but pride. I trust in my God. There is nothing to hide. I don't mind a bit if I shoot down the police. They're lackeys for war never guardians of peace. But at the deserters I'll never let aim those rebels who sold out the Patriot’s name.” The camera returns to the man’s piercing green gaze as before as his dialogue ends and the green flashes again, creating the same image as earlier in the evening. Again, the blood washes the flag and the same message appears… “I’m Coming”*
*Kyuss blares over the loudspeakers and out comes the behemoth, Steven Black to a pretty positive response from the crowd. After reaching the ring and grabbing a microphone he slowly starts into a promo…*
SB: “I’ve been in this federation for a while now, and as much as I’d like to say that I’ve got a lot of friends in this fed, that just isn’t the case. I came in with a family, a clan, a clique if you will. But that fell apart as quickly as it came into being. I had three brothers when I started out in this business and as of this moment, I am an only child, an orphan. But all that changed earlier tonight. I had a conversation that changed my life with Paul Heyman…” *the crowd begins to boo, but Black makes motions for them to quiet down. As they begin to quiet down, Paul E. appears on stage, which prompts them to start booing again*
PE: “Come on now, give this man a chance to speak!”
SB: “Thank you Paul. Now, I have tried to do my best to entertain you fans since I came into this federation, and I want to speak. After I talked to Paul, everything came into focus.” *Heyman is shown on camera nodding his head* “The fog was cleared and I felt like a burden was lifted from upon my shoulders. And, I knew that I had a decision to make, and I’m confident that I’ve made the right choice. So at Foleypalooza, I will be joining a brotherhood that will lead me back to the light.” *Paul is shown again shaking his head and rubbing his hands together* “So in two weeks, at Foleypalooza… I will be joining the Big Show and Billy Gunn in the BPCW World Tag Team Title Match. *Paul is shown clapping and bowing to Black and the camera stays on him as Black continues to an incredible series of boos from the crowd.* And by my side, I will have a man that will help me revolutionize this business by ensuring our defeat of Paul Heyman’s unholy alliance to become the new BPCW Tag Team Champions!”
*Heyman is shown with a look of absolute shock on his face before it takes a turn for the angered and he begins to wildly wave his arms summoning the Big Show and Billy Gunn sending them to the ring to avenge the insult suffered at the hands of Steven Black. The two are warded off for a bit, but eventually with the help of Heyman’s distractions the two are able to overcome Black beating him silly until none other than Rob Van Dam emerges from the backstage area at a dead run. He hits the ring and clears out Heyman’s cadre who back up the ramp seething from RVD’s presence. Van Dam helps Black to his feet and raises his hand pointing to him and getting the crowd soundly behind him. RVD plays to the crowd a bit more, then heads backstage leaving Steven Black with a huge face rub.*
*As soon as Van Dam passed into the backstage area, John Imbriani is quick to question RVD on his association to Steven Black, inquiring as to whether or not, he was indeed Black’s tag team partner for Foleypalooza.*
RVD: “Me? Nah… I just got bored and I figured I could help a brother out. Besides, Paul E. always get all” *makes goofy faces and voices* “angry and grumpy, but seriously, how can I be his partner when I have a hardcore match of my own?”
JI: “So you’ve found an opponent?”
RVD: “Well not yet, but…”
*A voice comes out of nowhere saying “you do now”. The camera pans around until it finds Raven sitting on an anvil case, high in the distance.*
RVD: “Heeeeeey, Raven, what’s up dude?”
RN: “The prodigal son of hardcore has come back to the house of the Raven. Chronologically lonesome, there has been a shift in the tides and the revised standard leaves me desirous of long absent adulation.”
RVD: “Uhh, yeah, whatever dude. I don’t know what you just said, but do you, like, want a shot at the title.”
RN: *sighs* “Precisely.”
RVD: “Cool man, well I’ll tell Wheeler. See you at Foleypalooza. Oh, and Johnny, tell Steve good luck for me, I gotta run to a very important meeting. Check you guys later.”
*The cameras cut to the backstage area where Lauren Rath and Mother Russia are walking and talking as they comb the halls…*
LR: “And they honestly think that vernacular architecture is something special. I say raze it all. Like the fucking wall, you know?”
MR: “Zee fall of zee wall vas a tragedy for us.”
*They stare at each other for a minute and continue walking in silence until they come along the hallway and are blocked by an opening door. From the room emerges Sara and Stephanie McMahon...*
SM: “Well, if it isn’t the dynamic dyke duo.”
SS: “Yeah, how’s it going *scoffs* ladies?”
LR: “Oh, you’re one to talk tons of fun. Maybe you could work on trimming down that ass so it looks more like a ghetto booty instead of a whole neighborhood.”
SS: “Excuse me? You’ve been with so many guys having sex with you is like a 747 flying through the Grand Canyon!”
SM: “Yeah, like a hot dog down a hallway!”
MR: “Maybe if you did not use your sex as a way to keep your man held in check, he could attain the success hers have.”
SM: “Maybe you should keep your slutty Russian ass out of it!”
LR: *holding Mother Russia back* “I wouldn’t talk Stephanie, what is that they always call you?”
*The crowd immediately breaks into a “slut!” chant and Stephanie looks around listening to the masses and begins to yell at them to shut up until the crowd is joined in their repetitive chant by a deep voice that could only belong to one man…*
MF: “Slut! Slut! Slut! Slut! Oh-ho-ho-ho, how goes it ladies? I overheard your little conversation and I just got back from talking with Wheeler about a little company direction at the executive suite, right here in MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA!” *cheap pop followed by ‘Foley! Foley!’ chant.* “But seriously, all these hot girls fighting gives me a big enough rush of testicular fortitude, that I might just come back to wrestle as the Masked Debater!” *The crowd pops huge and the smarks enjoy the inside joke.* “But seriously now. A well-worked muscle is a well-developed muscle. Since it is my pay-per-view, I think we would all like to see these fine ladies square off, in a tag team match!” *The crowd pops huge for the opportunity to see these four talented physical specimens face off.* “And what makes it even better is that you’re referee will be none other than… Me!” *Another ‘Foley!’ chant breaks out as Foley bobs his head and pumps his hand in the air along with it.* “So you ladies keep up the good work, and in two weeks I’ll see you in the ring, right here, in the Igloo!” *cheap pop* “So keep those legs in the air and Have A Nice Day!”
*A video package for Foleypalooza airs to the theme song for the event, the In The Air Tonight Remix, by Phil Collins featuring the Foo Fighters. As it reaches the point where it “really picks up”, the guitars blare and the crowd eats up the mixture of old and new school superstar talent intermixed with the visual montage. After the package airs, the familiar sound of the Rollins Band blares over the loudspeakers and the arena greets their new World Heavyweight Champion in a style befitting his arrogant attitude.*
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9:22 AM
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
BPCW November to Remember 2002 Results
Intergender Tag Team Match
Essa Rios/The Interpreter vs. Frat Boy/Spice
The match starts off with the men in the ring and they go through the usual light heavyweight ringer back and forth. With Rios being the high flyer he is we get a lot of crazy flying moves which dominate Frat Boy up until Rios attempts a hurricanrana. Frat Boy quickly realized the move and hit a wicked power bomb. He makes his way to his corner, dragging the latino high flyer along and tags in Spice who begins to help in a double team. The Interpreter attempted to help out but was intercepted by the referee while the brutal handicap attack continued. Eventually this was halted, but not before the damage was done. Spice continued to taunt the Interpreter and eventually allowed her to tag in. The girls went for a while with Spice clearly showing her dominance and in ring experience but in a last burst of strength the Interpreter broke loose of Spice’s hold and make the hot tag to a very pissed off Essa Rios. He allowed her to make a tag and proceeded to clear her out of the ring followed by a brutal beating of Frat Boy. In the end, both Rios and his Interpreter took to the skies both hitting awe-inspiring moonsaults and Rios rolled up the Frat Boy for the 1…2…3 at 7:38.
Your Winner via Pinfall: Essa Rios and the Interpreter
BPCW Great Lakes Title Match
Ian Wolfe vs. "Big Daddy" Mark Bickler (c)
Bickler opens with the first strike of a knee to the gut and blow to the back and whips Wolfe to corner. He avoids the splash and is back with big arm drag and drop kick. Bickler begs off, then rams Wolfe into the turnbuckles, but Wolfe blocks the second attempt and repeatedly repays Bickler instead. After some reversals, Wolfe comes off a cross-body gets a 2 count. He picks him up and whips Bickler into the corner. The referee tries separating them and over his back Bickler cheap shots Wolfe with a quick head punch, and hits a nice drop kick after fighting off the ref. Bickler now with the advantage hits a gut wrench suplex for the 1…2…kickout! He pulls Wolfe up by neck and hits a huge suplex with bridge, but again picks up only a two count. Wolfe gets a quick rally with some fists, but it taken down quickly with another gut wrench suplex and another two count. Bickler wisely keeps the pressure on, putting Wolfe in a sitting full-nelson hold. Wolfe gets to his feet, but Bickler won't release the hold, and eventually converts it into a full nelson slam! Back up into an Irish whip, Wolfe hits a running Spike-esque headbutt to Bickler’s solar plexus and nails him halfway into Sunday! Wolfe is up with an aggressive flurry of offense, concluding with a front drop toe hold. Back up, Bickler goes for an inziguri, but Wolfe hangs onto his leg and reverses it sending Bickler to the mat. He picks him up and irish whips him into the ropes, but he is distracted by the appearance of Jon Seitz on the entryway and is hit with a vicious spinning heel kick by Bickler right to the face. Wolfe crumples to the ground and is easily covered for the three count at 12:53.
Your Winner, and STILL BPCW Great Lakes Champion: “Big Daddy” Mark Bickler
Leader of the New School Challenge
Nathan Hellstorm vs. Sex Fiend
Hellstorm opens up strong with hard right hands, backing Fiend into the corner. Fiend reverses an Irish whip. Hellstorm thinks he's out of danger after a leap frog, but Sex Fiend bounces off the ropes and hits him with a running dropkick. That's followed by an arm-drag takedown by Fiend, who persistently holds onto the arm despite being bulled into the corner by Hellstorm. Eventually, the hard fists again force him to relinquish the hold. Fiend again reverses the Irish whip, sends Hellstorm up and over with a monkey flip and a 2-count. Fiend puts the pressure right back on with an arm lock. Hellstorm elbows out and Irish whip's the Fiend, but it's not until a nasty spinning sidewalk slam that Hellstorm finally gets some sort of firm advantage. Hellstorm whales on Fiend' back until he finally forces the former world champ to collapse to his knees. Another belly-to-back and Hellstorm gets his first pin fall attempt for a 2-count. Hellstorm is quick to his feat and continues punishing Fiend's lower back; suddenly Fiend makes a break with a sudden Russian legsweep! Fiend takes the advantage with several clotheslines, a huge electric chair drop and then calls for the Sexecutioner! Fiend puts Hellstorm in position for his signature move and cries out to the crowd…but a figure emerges running through the crowd and it’s “Dangerous” Doug Wagner! What's he doing? He pulls the ref outside and gets in his face, only to be yelled right back at much to the fans approval. Wagner quickly disposes of the referee with a larger right hand. Meanwhile, Hellstorm thinks he's going to take advantage of Fiend's distraction, but Fiend hangs on through the roll-up and himself pins Hellstorm for the 1…2…broken up by Wagner! Hellstorm and Dangerous Doug Wagner go to town stomping away at Fiend until the referee recovers and calls for the disqualification bell at 6:28.
Your Winner via DQ: Sex Fiend
BPCW Tag Team Title Match
The Big Show/Billy Gunn w/Paul Heyman vs. The Big Red Machine (c)
Match started with Kane and Show, and Kane found himself in trouble early. Kane hit a couple of quick chops followed by his neck jab. He tried to attack Show before he could rise to his feet, but Show slapped his big meat hook around Kane’s neck. He manages to wriggle free and make the hot tag to Volkoff, who attacked both Show and an interfering Heyman effectively, disposing the latter to the floor with a huge right hand. Kane helps out with a huge flying lariat off the top as Gunn attempted to interfere. The four men brawl with each other for a while, but are eventually separated and the legal men face off and lock up in a test of strength. Show gained the upper hand, but eventually yielded to his fresh partner, “The Crippler” Billy Gunn. Kane tried to reach out and grab Volkoff for a tag but continually missed. In the meantime, Paul Heyman worked his way over to the Big Red Machine’s corner and yanked Kane off the apron. After inciting him to chase him to the opposite side of the ring, he was ambushed by a Big Show clothesline after the angered Kane failed to notice a crouching Big Show. The duo of Show and Heyman then attacked Kane on the floor viciously. Show took Kane’s mask off on the floor and held it up for all to see, as Kane used his hair and his hand to stop it. In an attempt to hide his face, he covered his face with his hands and then ran up the ramp leaving Volkoff, the legal man, alone in the ring. A Boris Yeltsin Bomb was cleanly hit on Gunn, but before being able to finish him off, he saw Show and went for a quick attack on the giant, but had his attack turned back on him and became the victim of a vicious side walk slam. Volkoff struggled to his feet but only to fall prey to a wicked chokeslam courtesy of the Big Show. Again, Volkoff struggled to get to his feet but failed as Show stretched him over his thigh and held him in place for Gunn to mount the turnbuckle and hit what can only be described as a spike fameasser! He rolled him up and Show and Heyman pressured the reluctant ref to count the 1…2…3 at 14:31.
Your Winner and NEW BPCW Tag Team Champions: The Big Show & Billy Gunn
Special Challenge Match
Steven Black vs. Brock Lesnar
The bell rings as both men lock up. Black starts things off by shoving Lesnar into the turnbuckle. Both men square off again and lock up. Lesnar begins to gain control as he attempts a belly to belly suplex but Black counters with a head butt. Lesnar fights it off and connects with another belly to belly suplex, knocking Black off his feet. He picks up Black and connects with another massive Belly to Belly! Black is quickly back to his feet and he surprises both Lesnar and the crowd. He uses this moment of shock to storm Lesnar down and throw a huge clothesline knocking Lesnar over the top rope and out of the ring. The fight goes to the outside with Black controlling. Black rolls Lesnar back in and proceeds with his attack. He continues his viscious assault by connecting with a big elbow to the face of Lesnar, proceeded by kicks in the corner turnbuckle. For the first time we see Lesnar screaming in pain as Steven Black stands in front of him with a cocky look on his face. As he slaps Lesnar with hard chops and continues to manhandle Lesnar, we begin to see life in the Next Big Thing who begins by smiling maniacally and then blocking Black from continuing his onslaught and then connects with a forearm of his own to force Black away from the corner. He continues his comeback with a huge spear flooring his opponent and goes for a cover but only receives a two count. Amazingly, Black once again rises to his feet and turns the tide attempting to hit his Fade to Black finisher but Lesnar counters and nearly gets a three count! Black gets up again and takes over once again winning a battle of strength and is able to get his Blackout finisher off but only gets a two count before the Next Big Thing struggles out and then to his feet. Black goes for the Fade to Black, enraged, but Lesnar counters with an amazing F-5 heaving Black onto his shoulders, dropping him right on his ass, and gets the three count around the 13 minute mark.
Your Winner via Pinfall: Brock Lesnar
Japanese Death Match
Sex Pistol vs. Raven
Like all the other matches in this epic series of confrontations between these two warriors, this didn’t fail to impress. With the ring ropes taken out and replaced with barbed wire and the customary C4 mines and various weaponry laid out ringside the two men wasted no time with pleasantries and got it on immediately. After a long series of grappling, the weapons were finally brought into play when Pistol was viciously dropped on the first mine scorching his back and sending him rolling to the outside in pain. Raven wasted no time and quickly went to work on him on the outside nailing a few choice chair shots continually keeping the sex machine from getting to his feet. Pistol continued to be beaten senseless until he was able to reach under the weekend and turn to spray Raven in the face with a fire extinguisher. Unfortunately, Raven recovered from the surprise quickly and blocked the majority of the fluid with a trash can lid which he used to open up Pistol and followed the shot with a cover but only received a two count. Raven was furious and began to go to town on the phallic grappler with a steel chair leaving him writing in pain while Raven climbed to the turnbuckle to pose. While Raven is playing to the crowd Sex Pistol rolls in the ring underneath the barbed ropes and pulls Raven off his perch and right onto the barbed wire! After struggling to get free, Raven is met with a vicious Singapore cane shot to the noggin from Pistol, followed by a Russian leg sweep onto a waiting trash can. Raven fights back and completely dominates for the following minutes using a mixture of hardcore tactics and good submission wrestling and sets Pistol up for a Evenflow DDT on to a chair, but when he throws Pistol into the ropes setting him up, Pistol leaps off and hits a Lou Thesz press on Raven. The two roll around on the floor and Raven gets the upperhand once again, but is not able to hold onto it, as Pistol rolls him over onto a C4 mine. The larger man, Sex Pistol is able to hold him down on the flaming debris just long enough for a 2 and a half from the referee but not enough for the three. Livid. He drags an already scorched Raven over to the ropes and sets his neck down on the ropes and begins to choke the dark warrior! The referee begs for him to stop, but Pistol refuses. He finally stops and sets Raven up for the Sex Drive. Raven counters and aims to hit the Evenflow, but as he drags Pistol’s neck to the floor, he is able to wiggle free sending Raven crashing to the mat. Raven gets up but is met with a kick to the gut followed by a Kama Suplex with a bridge onto an awaiting chair. Raven doesn’t move and just as Sex Pistol is about to swoop in for a Sex Drive, the referee calls for the bell at 21:08, when it is discovered that Raven is not conscious.
Your Winner by Knock Out via Kama Suplex: Sex Pistol
BPCW Heavyweight Championship Match
Icon 2000 vs. Rictor (c)
They start with a quick wrestling sequence, which ends with Rictor at the short end of the stick. Icon 2000 clotheslines Rictor to the floor. He tears the mats up to reveal the concrete floor, but Rictor seeks refuge in the ring before he can take advantage of the situation. Icon 2000 follows him back in and they brawl back and forth exchanging blows until I2K charges and Rictor backdrops him out right onto the concrete floor that Icon 2000 himself exposed. He is quick to look under the ring and pulls out two tables, which he begins to open up. He only gets one set up before I2K fights back, but Rictor is able to fight him off and set the second up on top of it. He kicks Icon 2000 a few more times to keep him down and then approaches the ladder, which is positioned in the middle of the aisle. Icon 2000 beats him to it and tries to slide it into the ring under the bottom rope, but Rictor climbs in, runs off the ropes, and baseball slides the ladder right into Icon 2000's chest and ribs. They brawled back into the ring and after gaining the upper hand, Rictor suplexed Icon 2000 from inside of the ring to the out, where another ladder was waiting for him positioned between the ring and the guard rail set up earlier. Icon 2000 finally managed to recover and was wearing a deep crimson mask. Icon 2000 hit a back suplex on Rictor off the ladder. Rictor attempted a vertical suplex on Icon 2000 from near the top of the ladder but Icon 2000 reversed it and the two fell in a heap through the Spanish announcer’s table. After getting to their feet, Icon 2000 tried to hit another missle dropkick on Rictor, but this time Rictor jumped from the ladder and hit Icon 2000 with a clothesline in mid-air. Rictor beats on him with the ladder, then pulls the other ladder into the ring and tries to climb for the belts, but Icon 2000 is able to recover and yanks him down by the tights. Rictor gets up and sets up the ladder up in the corner. He climbs it and leapfrogs it splashing Icon 2000 off the top. Rictor tries to climb to the belts again, but Icon 2000 knocks the ladder over and Rictor straddles the top rope. I2K sets up the ladder in the corner and tries to whip Rictor into it, but he reverses and the momentum sends I2K to the floor. Rictor runs and bounces off the opposite rope then makes a beeline for the Icon and hits a corkscrew springboard moonsault but I2K pulls a ladder on top of him just in time to send Rictor flying into it. On the floor, Icon 2000 rams the ladder into Rictor twice, then props it up against the apron and slingshots him into it. The ref gets to 8 before Rictor is rolled back into the ring by a dominating I2K. Back in the ring, Icon 2000 swings the ladder and knocks Rictor clear over the top rope with it. Icon 2000 starts to climb, but Rictor goes to the top rope, jumps off and nails Icon 2000 off of it with a huge spear. Both men are down as the ladder teeters, then falls with both men rolling in opposite directions out of its way. Rictor gets to his feet first and is quick to set up the ladder and climb up but I2K also climbs matching him rung for rung. They have a slugfest on the top of the ladder. Icon 2000 finally slams Rictor off, but the motion forces the ladder over and sends I2K out of the ring through the two tables they set up earlier. By now the ladder is all mangled and twisted. Icon 2000 starts to go up again, but Rictor dropkicks the ladder to knock him off, then drops the ladder on top of him as well. Rictor whips Icon 2000 into the ropes and gives him a huge spear. Rictor gives the signal for the Shockwave but instead he decides to hit the Epicenter Suplex onto the fallen ladder. He goes to the top rope and signals for the Shockwave. With a prone I2K on the ladder, he goes to hit it but the Icon rolls off the ladder at the last second leaving Rictor’s ribs to a huge blow. He rolls the champ over and nearly gets a three count, but Rictor kicks out at the last possible second sending the crowd to their feet in anticipation. I2K is amazed and argues with the ref. Meanwhile, Rictor gets to his feet and stalks I2K, hitting a huge running tornado DDT which the Daniel Zucker calls the Seismic Fault. He sets the ladder up with Icon 2000 under it and starts the long climb. Icon 2000 eventually breaks free and sends Rictor over the top rope and into the crowd. I2K shakes off the pressure of the ladder that was crushing his larynx and sets up the twenty foot ladder that just sent Rictor into the sea of fans at ringside. He slowly climbs, rung by rung and the crowd boos incessantly. Around the fallen champion, the fans make attempts to rouse their fallen champion. They slowly succeed and Rictor runs back into the ring to halt I2K’s progress toward victory. He quickly scales the ladder and the two brawl back and forth. They both reach the top and grab onto the ladder, but it begins to tip and the two are left hanging as the footing beneath them tumbles to the mat. They kick back and forth, and in the end it appears that Rictor will win, but Icon 2000 swings his body up to hold onto the strap with his feet and gives Rictor a low blow with his now available hands. Rictor falls to the mat hard clutching his groin and I2K is free to dislodge the belt, which he has quested for since his first match in the BPCW nearly three years ago at 37:55.
Your Winner and NEW BPCW World Heavyweight Champion: Icon 2000
*After the match, he poses on the turnbuckle much to the chagrin of the crowd but still receives a standing ovation from some as he yells at the masses and the camera fades to black.*
END SHOW
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Intergender Tag Team Match
Essa Rios/The Interpreter vs. Frat Boy/Spice
The match starts off with the men in the ring and they go through the usual light heavyweight ringer back and forth. With Rios being the high flyer he is we get a lot of crazy flying moves which dominate Frat Boy up until Rios attempts a hurricanrana. Frat Boy quickly realized the move and hit a wicked power bomb. He makes his way to his corner, dragging the latino high flyer along and tags in Spice who begins to help in a double team. The Interpreter attempted to help out but was intercepted by the referee while the brutal handicap attack continued. Eventually this was halted, but not before the damage was done. Spice continued to taunt the Interpreter and eventually allowed her to tag in. The girls went for a while with Spice clearly showing her dominance and in ring experience but in a last burst of strength the Interpreter broke loose of Spice’s hold and make the hot tag to a very pissed off Essa Rios. He allowed her to make a tag and proceeded to clear her out of the ring followed by a brutal beating of Frat Boy. In the end, both Rios and his Interpreter took to the skies both hitting awe-inspiring moonsaults and Rios rolled up the Frat Boy for the 1…2…3 at 7:38.
Your Winner via Pinfall: Essa Rios and the Interpreter
BPCW Great Lakes Title Match
Ian Wolfe vs. "Big Daddy" Mark Bickler (c)
Bickler opens with the first strike of a knee to the gut and blow to the back and whips Wolfe to corner. He avoids the splash and is back with big arm drag and drop kick. Bickler begs off, then rams Wolfe into the turnbuckles, but Wolfe blocks the second attempt and repeatedly repays Bickler instead. After some reversals, Wolfe comes off a cross-body gets a 2 count. He picks him up and whips Bickler into the corner. The referee tries separating them and over his back Bickler cheap shots Wolfe with a quick head punch, and hits a nice drop kick after fighting off the ref. Bickler now with the advantage hits a gut wrench suplex for the 1…2…kickout! He pulls Wolfe up by neck and hits a huge suplex with bridge, but again picks up only a two count. Wolfe gets a quick rally with some fists, but it taken down quickly with another gut wrench suplex and another two count. Bickler wisely keeps the pressure on, putting Wolfe in a sitting full-nelson hold. Wolfe gets to his feet, but Bickler won't release the hold, and eventually converts it into a full nelson slam! Back up into an Irish whip, Wolfe hits a running Spike-esque headbutt to Bickler’s solar plexus and nails him halfway into Sunday! Wolfe is up with an aggressive flurry of offense, concluding with a front drop toe hold. Back up, Bickler goes for an inziguri, but Wolfe hangs onto his leg and reverses it sending Bickler to the mat. He picks him up and irish whips him into the ropes, but he is distracted by the appearance of Jon Seitz on the entryway and is hit with a vicious spinning heel kick by Bickler right to the face. Wolfe crumples to the ground and is easily covered for the three count at 12:53.
Your Winner, and STILL BPCW Great Lakes Champion: “Big Daddy” Mark Bickler
Leader of the New School Challenge
Nathan Hellstorm vs. Sex Fiend
Hellstorm opens up strong with hard right hands, backing Fiend into the corner. Fiend reverses an Irish whip. Hellstorm thinks he's out of danger after a leap frog, but Sex Fiend bounces off the ropes and hits him with a running dropkick. That's followed by an arm-drag takedown by Fiend, who persistently holds onto the arm despite being bulled into the corner by Hellstorm. Eventually, the hard fists again force him to relinquish the hold. Fiend again reverses the Irish whip, sends Hellstorm up and over with a monkey flip and a 2-count. Fiend puts the pressure right back on with an arm lock. Hellstorm elbows out and Irish whip's the Fiend, but it's not until a nasty spinning sidewalk slam that Hellstorm finally gets some sort of firm advantage. Hellstorm whales on Fiend' back until he finally forces the former world champ to collapse to his knees. Another belly-to-back and Hellstorm gets his first pin fall attempt for a 2-count. Hellstorm is quick to his feat and continues punishing Fiend's lower back; suddenly Fiend makes a break with a sudden Russian legsweep! Fiend takes the advantage with several clotheslines, a huge electric chair drop and then calls for the Sexecutioner! Fiend puts Hellstorm in position for his signature move and cries out to the crowd…but a figure emerges running through the crowd and it’s “Dangerous” Doug Wagner! What's he doing? He pulls the ref outside and gets in his face, only to be yelled right back at much to the fans approval. Wagner quickly disposes of the referee with a larger right hand. Meanwhile, Hellstorm thinks he's going to take advantage of Fiend's distraction, but Fiend hangs on through the roll-up and himself pins Hellstorm for the 1…2…broken up by Wagner! Hellstorm and Dangerous Doug Wagner go to town stomping away at Fiend until the referee recovers and calls for the disqualification bell at 6:28.
Your Winner via DQ: Sex Fiend
BPCW Tag Team Title Match
The Big Show/Billy Gunn w/Paul Heyman vs. The Big Red Machine (c)
Match started with Kane and Show, and Kane found himself in trouble early. Kane hit a couple of quick chops followed by his neck jab. He tried to attack Show before he could rise to his feet, but Show slapped his big meat hook around Kane’s neck. He manages to wriggle free and make the hot tag to Volkoff, who attacked both Show and an interfering Heyman effectively, disposing the latter to the floor with a huge right hand. Kane helps out with a huge flying lariat off the top as Gunn attempted to interfere. The four men brawl with each other for a while, but are eventually separated and the legal men face off and lock up in a test of strength. Show gained the upper hand, but eventually yielded to his fresh partner, “The Crippler” Billy Gunn. Kane tried to reach out and grab Volkoff for a tag but continually missed. In the meantime, Paul Heyman worked his way over to the Big Red Machine’s corner and yanked Kane off the apron. After inciting him to chase him to the opposite side of the ring, he was ambushed by a Big Show clothesline after the angered Kane failed to notice a crouching Big Show. The duo of Show and Heyman then attacked Kane on the floor viciously. Show took Kane’s mask off on the floor and held it up for all to see, as Kane used his hair and his hand to stop it. In an attempt to hide his face, he covered his face with his hands and then ran up the ramp leaving Volkoff, the legal man, alone in the ring. A Boris Yeltsin Bomb was cleanly hit on Gunn, but before being able to finish him off, he saw Show and went for a quick attack on the giant, but had his attack turned back on him and became the victim of a vicious side walk slam. Volkoff struggled to his feet but only to fall prey to a wicked chokeslam courtesy of the Big Show. Again, Volkoff struggled to get to his feet but failed as Show stretched him over his thigh and held him in place for Gunn to mount the turnbuckle and hit what can only be described as a spike fameasser! He rolled him up and Show and Heyman pressured the reluctant ref to count the 1…2…3 at 14:31.
Your Winner and NEW BPCW Tag Team Champions: The Big Show & Billy Gunn
Special Challenge Match
Steven Black vs. Brock Lesnar
The bell rings as both men lock up. Black starts things off by shoving Lesnar into the turnbuckle. Both men square off again and lock up. Lesnar begins to gain control as he attempts a belly to belly suplex but Black counters with a head butt. Lesnar fights it off and connects with another belly to belly suplex, knocking Black off his feet. He picks up Black and connects with another massive Belly to Belly! Black is quickly back to his feet and he surprises both Lesnar and the crowd. He uses this moment of shock to storm Lesnar down and throw a huge clothesline knocking Lesnar over the top rope and out of the ring. The fight goes to the outside with Black controlling. Black rolls Lesnar back in and proceeds with his attack. He continues his viscious assault by connecting with a big elbow to the face of Lesnar, proceeded by kicks in the corner turnbuckle. For the first time we see Lesnar screaming in pain as Steven Black stands in front of him with a cocky look on his face. As he slaps Lesnar with hard chops and continues to manhandle Lesnar, we begin to see life in the Next Big Thing who begins by smiling maniacally and then blocking Black from continuing his onslaught and then connects with a forearm of his own to force Black away from the corner. He continues his comeback with a huge spear flooring his opponent and goes for a cover but only receives a two count. Amazingly, Black once again rises to his feet and turns the tide attempting to hit his Fade to Black finisher but Lesnar counters and nearly gets a three count! Black gets up again and takes over once again winning a battle of strength and is able to get his Blackout finisher off but only gets a two count before the Next Big Thing struggles out and then to his feet. Black goes for the Fade to Black, enraged, but Lesnar counters with an amazing F-5 heaving Black onto his shoulders, dropping him right on his ass, and gets the three count around the 13 minute mark.
Your Winner via Pinfall: Brock Lesnar
Japanese Death Match
Sex Pistol vs. Raven
Like all the other matches in this epic series of confrontations between these two warriors, this didn’t fail to impress. With the ring ropes taken out and replaced with barbed wire and the customary C4 mines and various weaponry laid out ringside the two men wasted no time with pleasantries and got it on immediately. After a long series of grappling, the weapons were finally brought into play when Pistol was viciously dropped on the first mine scorching his back and sending him rolling to the outside in pain. Raven wasted no time and quickly went to work on him on the outside nailing a few choice chair shots continually keeping the sex machine from getting to his feet. Pistol continued to be beaten senseless until he was able to reach under the weekend and turn to spray Raven in the face with a fire extinguisher. Unfortunately, Raven recovered from the surprise quickly and blocked the majority of the fluid with a trash can lid which he used to open up Pistol and followed the shot with a cover but only received a two count. Raven was furious and began to go to town on the phallic grappler with a steel chair leaving him writing in pain while Raven climbed to the turnbuckle to pose. While Raven is playing to the crowd Sex Pistol rolls in the ring underneath the barbed ropes and pulls Raven off his perch and right onto the barbed wire! After struggling to get free, Raven is met with a vicious Singapore cane shot to the noggin from Pistol, followed by a Russian leg sweep onto a waiting trash can. Raven fights back and completely dominates for the following minutes using a mixture of hardcore tactics and good submission wrestling and sets Pistol up for a Evenflow DDT on to a chair, but when he throws Pistol into the ropes setting him up, Pistol leaps off and hits a Lou Thesz press on Raven. The two roll around on the floor and Raven gets the upperhand once again, but is not able to hold onto it, as Pistol rolls him over onto a C4 mine. The larger man, Sex Pistol is able to hold him down on the flaming debris just long enough for a 2 and a half from the referee but not enough for the three. Livid. He drags an already scorched Raven over to the ropes and sets his neck down on the ropes and begins to choke the dark warrior! The referee begs for him to stop, but Pistol refuses. He finally stops and sets Raven up for the Sex Drive. Raven counters and aims to hit the Evenflow, but as he drags Pistol’s neck to the floor, he is able to wiggle free sending Raven crashing to the mat. Raven gets up but is met with a kick to the gut followed by a Kama Suplex with a bridge onto an awaiting chair. Raven doesn’t move and just as Sex Pistol is about to swoop in for a Sex Drive, the referee calls for the bell at 21:08, when it is discovered that Raven is not conscious.
Your Winner by Knock Out via Kama Suplex: Sex Pistol
BPCW Heavyweight Championship Match
Icon 2000 vs. Rictor (c)
They start with a quick wrestling sequence, which ends with Rictor at the short end of the stick. Icon 2000 clotheslines Rictor to the floor. He tears the mats up to reveal the concrete floor, but Rictor seeks refuge in the ring before he can take advantage of the situation. Icon 2000 follows him back in and they brawl back and forth exchanging blows until I2K charges and Rictor backdrops him out right onto the concrete floor that Icon 2000 himself exposed. He is quick to look under the ring and pulls out two tables, which he begins to open up. He only gets one set up before I2K fights back, but Rictor is able to fight him off and set the second up on top of it. He kicks Icon 2000 a few more times to keep him down and then approaches the ladder, which is positioned in the middle of the aisle. Icon 2000 beats him to it and tries to slide it into the ring under the bottom rope, but Rictor climbs in, runs off the ropes, and baseball slides the ladder right into Icon 2000's chest and ribs. They brawled back into the ring and after gaining the upper hand, Rictor suplexed Icon 2000 from inside of the ring to the out, where another ladder was waiting for him positioned between the ring and the guard rail set up earlier. Icon 2000 finally managed to recover and was wearing a deep crimson mask. Icon 2000 hit a back suplex on Rictor off the ladder. Rictor attempted a vertical suplex on Icon 2000 from near the top of the ladder but Icon 2000 reversed it and the two fell in a heap through the Spanish announcer’s table. After getting to their feet, Icon 2000 tried to hit another missle dropkick on Rictor, but this time Rictor jumped from the ladder and hit Icon 2000 with a clothesline in mid-air. Rictor beats on him with the ladder, then pulls the other ladder into the ring and tries to climb for the belts, but Icon 2000 is able to recover and yanks him down by the tights. Rictor gets up and sets up the ladder up in the corner. He climbs it and leapfrogs it splashing Icon 2000 off the top. Rictor tries to climb to the belts again, but Icon 2000 knocks the ladder over and Rictor straddles the top rope. I2K sets up the ladder in the corner and tries to whip Rictor into it, but he reverses and the momentum sends I2K to the floor. Rictor runs and bounces off the opposite rope then makes a beeline for the Icon and hits a corkscrew springboard moonsault but I2K pulls a ladder on top of him just in time to send Rictor flying into it. On the floor, Icon 2000 rams the ladder into Rictor twice, then props it up against the apron and slingshots him into it. The ref gets to 8 before Rictor is rolled back into the ring by a dominating I2K. Back in the ring, Icon 2000 swings the ladder and knocks Rictor clear over the top rope with it. Icon 2000 starts to climb, but Rictor goes to the top rope, jumps off and nails Icon 2000 off of it with a huge spear. Both men are down as the ladder teeters, then falls with both men rolling in opposite directions out of its way. Rictor gets to his feet first and is quick to set up the ladder and climb up but I2K also climbs matching him rung for rung. They have a slugfest on the top of the ladder. Icon 2000 finally slams Rictor off, but the motion forces the ladder over and sends I2K out of the ring through the two tables they set up earlier. By now the ladder is all mangled and twisted. Icon 2000 starts to go up again, but Rictor dropkicks the ladder to knock him off, then drops the ladder on top of him as well. Rictor whips Icon 2000 into the ropes and gives him a huge spear. Rictor gives the signal for the Shockwave but instead he decides to hit the Epicenter Suplex onto the fallen ladder. He goes to the top rope and signals for the Shockwave. With a prone I2K on the ladder, he goes to hit it but the Icon rolls off the ladder at the last second leaving Rictor’s ribs to a huge blow. He rolls the champ over and nearly gets a three count, but Rictor kicks out at the last possible second sending the crowd to their feet in anticipation. I2K is amazed and argues with the ref. Meanwhile, Rictor gets to his feet and stalks I2K, hitting a huge running tornado DDT which the Daniel Zucker calls the Seismic Fault. He sets the ladder up with Icon 2000 under it and starts the long climb. Icon 2000 eventually breaks free and sends Rictor over the top rope and into the crowd. I2K shakes off the pressure of the ladder that was crushing his larynx and sets up the twenty foot ladder that just sent Rictor into the sea of fans at ringside. He slowly climbs, rung by rung and the crowd boos incessantly. Around the fallen champion, the fans make attempts to rouse their fallen champion. They slowly succeed and Rictor runs back into the ring to halt I2K’s progress toward victory. He quickly scales the ladder and the two brawl back and forth. They both reach the top and grab onto the ladder, but it begins to tip and the two are left hanging as the footing beneath them tumbles to the mat. They kick back and forth, and in the end it appears that Rictor will win, but Icon 2000 swings his body up to hold onto the strap with his feet and gives Rictor a low blow with his now available hands. Rictor falls to the mat hard clutching his groin and I2K is free to dislodge the belt, which he has quested for since his first match in the BPCW nearly three years ago at 37:55.
Your Winner and NEW BPCW World Heavyweight Champion: Icon 2000
*After the match, he poses on the turnbuckle much to the chagrin of the crowd but still receives a standing ovation from some as he yells at the masses and the camera fades to black.*
END SHOW
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posted by James at
6:30 PM
Associated Press
Published Feb. 11, 2003 HENN11
BRANDON, Fla. -- Professional wrestler Curt ``Mr. Perfect'' Hennig was found dead in a hotel room Monday. Officials said foul play wasn't suspected.
Hennig, 44, of Champlin, Minn., was scheduled to appear Monday night at the Florida State Fair in Tampa.
A housekeeper at the Homestead Suites Hotel found Hennig in a room about 1:30 p.m, according to the Hillsborough County Sheriff's Office. Hennig was not breathing and was pronounced dead at the scene.
His body has been turned over to the Medical Examiner's Office, and the sheriff's office was investigating.
Hennig, the son Minneapolis wrestler Larry ``The Axe'' Hennig, has wrestled professionally for more than 30 years, according to an online biography. He worked for the World Wrestling Federation and most recently wrestled for Jimmy Hart All-Star Wrestling.
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From all of us at the BPCW we offer our most heart-felt sympathies for the wife and four children of the one and only Mr. Perfect. Rest in peace Curt.
Published Feb. 11, 2003 HENN11
BRANDON, Fla. -- Professional wrestler Curt ``Mr. Perfect'' Hennig was found dead in a hotel room Monday. Officials said foul play wasn't suspected.
Hennig, 44, of Champlin, Minn., was scheduled to appear Monday night at the Florida State Fair in Tampa.
A housekeeper at the Homestead Suites Hotel found Hennig in a room about 1:30 p.m, according to the Hillsborough County Sheriff's Office. Hennig was not breathing and was pronounced dead at the scene.
His body has been turned over to the Medical Examiner's Office, and the sheriff's office was investigating.
Hennig, the son Minneapolis wrestler Larry ``The Axe'' Hennig, has wrestled professionally for more than 30 years, according to an online biography. He worked for the World Wrestling Federation and most recently wrestled for Jimmy Hart All-Star Wrestling.
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From all of us at the BPCW we offer our most heart-felt sympathies for the wife and four children of the one and only Mr. Perfect. Rest in peace Curt.
posted by James at
9:15 AM
Tuesday, February 04, 2003
*The show begins with a video package from the casting portion of BPCW Tough Enough documenting the grueling process of weeding down the pack of thousands to the select few that will be appearing on TV throughout the following months in hopes of obtaining one of two available developmental contracts into the BPCW! After being run ragged by RetirO through the frozen tundra of Minnesota and braving the interior tracks of the BPCW Training Facility. In addition to physical acumen, Foley, Wheeler, and Turco interviewed them to determine their readiness of mind. But, in the end, it came down to only thirteen, and those lucky thirteen will be revealed… TONIGHT!*
*The pyros hit and we are welcomed to the arena by the familiar voice of “The Grand Lizard of Wrestling” Danny Zucker who is standing in the ring thanking the fans who traveled deep into the heart of the enemy territory to witness the event that rocked the wrestling industry. A promo package is shown of the events leading up to, and occurring at Genesis which emanated live from the Rohring Lion’s Den in Monroe, MI last month. The video ends as we zoom out to a different room in which we see the Playboy’s watching the video.*
SP: *picking up the remote* “And now, through the magic of TiVo, we can see that humiliation in excruciating freakin’ detail! Oooh, let’s see that again! Let’s see that again. Let’s SEE that AGAIN!”
*Pistol rewinds to the footage of himself being eliminated from the 5 on 5 Battle Royal at last month’s PPV multiple times along with his sarcastic remarks. He looks to Ian Wolfe who is sitting in a chair. The rest of the Playboys follow suit, eager to hear what he has to say for himself after his accidental aid in eliminating Pistol from the match.*
SP: “Well, we’re waiting…”
IW: “I don’t see what you guys want from me. I already apologized. I mean, it’s not like it meant all that much. It was an exhibition in Michigan yo!”
SP: "You know what? It doesn’t mean anything to you because I think you lost your edge fool. I hardly ever see you wearing bling. You haven’t been drinking with the boys, and I haven’t seen a girl around you since that ho at the Chinese restaurant. And I can guarantee she’s been with more guys than there are Chang’s in a Chinese phone book! You need to start proving yourself around here. You need to prove yourself to me, you need to prove yourself to the boys” *the boys nod and then fake cough uttering the word ‘pussy’ amidst their faux coughing fit* “and most of all, you need to prove yourself to…” *Power’s-esque pause* “…yourself.”
IW: “Man, this is bullshit. You want to accuse me of flossing less often, okay. You want to accuse me of having my game a little off with da bitches, fine… You want me to prove myself to these chump stains? Not that I need to, but that’s no sweat either. Check you later, I’m out.”
*Wolfe stands up and storms out of the dressing room while the Playboys just stare out with Angle-esque stairs and Pistol shakes his head while Seitz coughs out one more “pussy!” under his breath before the camera fades elsewhere in the arena to C.E.O. Wheeler walking around the backstage area checking on people as he goes along, conversing in a jovial manner on his cell phone.*
CEO: “Yeah Turc… totally, it did go over huge… and the look on Rohr’s face when we showed up at UCW, I thought he was going to burst into flames the dude was so hot about it… oh, for sure… I dunno about the facilities though… hahahah….UCW? Who? Who? Anybody got 3 bucks on 'em? And the sweet thing is, you could play bingo too!….you bet…but it was great getting to see some of those boys up close and personal. It doesn’t make a difference in UCW, between you and I and BPCW, I have so much stuff going on, I’m trying to fit it all in… yeah… you bet… Vinnie was great… oh, and Sabu … yeah, you know it… there ain’t no Sabu’s like Sabu’s daddy… well, I hope that while I’m gone, you’ll make good use of Saturn… if RVD is any case, I’m sure that having him compete in one fed at a time will help out his focus… yeah, I think the fans are finally forgiving him for Moppy, poor son of a bitch… hehe… one time!…but seriously…oh, yeah, no kidding, we need as many fresh troops as possible over in the UCW… okay, well, I guess I’ll see you later then… yeah, I have to go attend to some business here at the Igloo… right… sounds good… Peace!”
*C.E.O. Wheeler arrives at the door of his office just as he gets off the phone and as the segment ends we see him open the door and greet the head trainer for Tough Enough and the patriarch of the BPCW, RetirO! They shake hands and sit down and the camera fades to a video package of Steven Black training for his match up with the Next Big Thing, Brock Lesnar. There are snippets of training film interspersed between dialogue from Black.*
SB: “I hold the world in my hands…Anything that I see can come to be… I am an unstoppable machine…*they pan to a picture of Brock and Black staring each other down*…This is what you train your entire life for…I have bled for this…I have sweat for this…I have prepared for a match like this since I started in this business…They say that Brock Lesnar is the Next Big Thing?… *scoffs*… Well, I’m the big thing…*pan around of Black shouting and flexing his muscles* …right NOW!… *cut to close up pan of his face, grimacing*…I believe I can stop him…And sometimes, that makes a person more dangerous than any opponent…”
*The package ends and we are transported to the ring where “The Red” by Chevelle is playing and from the curtain emerges the BPCW Tag Team Champions, the Big Red Machine: Kane and Nikolai Volkoff! They come down the ring and Volkoff grabs a microphone from Zucker at ringside…*
NV: “Eet eez certainly good to be back… back… home!” *the crowd pops massively at this heartfelt feeling of belonging welcoming our heros back to championship status, and to the Land of 10,000 lakes* “Vee must take our hats off to both Chris Benoit and Jeff Jarrett for vat we vill call one and one haff great matches. And to Scott Hall and Kevin Nash ve have our own little surprise in store for you, but dat vil wait. For now, ve must concentrate on ze matter at hand…our tag team titles!” *another massive pop for the Bolshevik Bandits as they both mount the turnbuckles showing off their gold* “So since ve ver feeling a bit, how do you say, saucy? Ve vould like to offer up a title shot at our belts so we can make the next PPV a memorable one. Seeing as how the only reason anyone else held these belts eez because ve vere gone, and ve have beaten everyone else. We vil let da boys decide who will attempt to break down the Iron Curtain of the Big Red Machine.”
*The first out on stage is the duo of Jon Seitz and Val Venis. They only make it halfway down the ramp before they are interrupted by Magnus and a battered Venom, still recovering from his bout with Brock Lesnar last month at Genesis. The two teams begin to argue as the fans laugh at their childish antics. Eventually a brawl breaks out between the two factions before either can issue a challenge to the Communist Comrades in the ring and they continue the fight through the crowd and into the backstage area. The camera follows them until they head into a separate room and then they cut back to the ring. The champions seem to be amused and lean against the ramp-side ropes and throw their hands up as if to ask, “anyone else?” A few moments of silence later we are given an answer as an unrecognized music hits and a rotund man emerges onto the stage area. As the camera zooms in to get a better look, the fans at home and in the arena are amazed to see the recognizable figure as the always outspoken Paul E. Heyman! Microphone in hand, he addresses a stunned audience.*
PH: “Well, well, well. It certainly is good to be back in the saddle, eh boys? And no one knows what it feels like better then the innovator of sports entertainment, the monarch of management, the man who single-handedly re-invigorated a dying breed of sports shlock into the vital entertaining program, which you are currently drooling over. Ahhhh.” *He soaks up the boos and seems to draw strength from them.* “But this isn’t about me, it’s about how I can once again service the wrestling world. I have put myself in a position to gain wealth and regain the credibility I once thrived upon. But I must say, this open challenge is like music to my very ears. Seriously boys, you have really outdone your stupid Russian asses this time. Not only have you opened the doors to my new clients, but you have been arrogant enough to forget the past. And those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it, so if you can just close your eyes…” *the Big Red Machine looks intently at the balding man onstage trying to figure him out refusing to shut their eyes* “well, come on now, it won’t work if you don’t shut your eyes! Think of it as a game.” *the duo again stand staunch in opposition to this ridiculous ploy and shake their heads at Heyman’s request.* “Well then, I’ll just do it for you.” *the house lights dim and three spots shine down on the Big Red Machine, as well as Paul Heyman.* “You see, if you remember back, way back, further, deeper and deeper, wait, too far. There, now you can see it. What is it you may ask? Why, it’s defeat, my vodka vohring friends!” *the two men in the ring look completely puzzled, well… as puzzled as a man in mask can look.* “Ohh, you don’t remember my clients? That’s too bad. Well, let’s see if we can refresh your memories.”
*All of a sudden the lights rise and standing behind the Big Red Machine is none other than Billy Gunn and the Big Show holding steel chairs poised to strike! The Communist Crusaders turn around only to be laid out cold with chair shots thrown in unison by the returning superstars! They stand there seething for a moment before continually decimating the fallen champions with their steel chairs. In the mean time Heyman has made his way down to the ring ending the calculated massacre and smiling broadly at the crowd before grabbing the hands of his two ‘clients’ and raising them in the air over the decimated bodies of Nikolai Volkoff and Kane. Heyman can be seen mouthing ‘ohh yeah!’ as he looks over his clients. They gloat for a bit, pose on the turnbuckles with the belts and then lay the belts across the chests of their apparent opponents at November to Remember before exiting to a deafening chorus of negativity from the crowd at the Igloo.*
*On a more positive vibe, a video is shown for the January release of BPCW: The Music, Volume Two, followed by another BPCW: Tough Enough hype promo for the segment later tonight before we head to the backstage area where RetirO is just wrapping up his conversation with C.E.O. Wheeler and getting up after reaching across the desk and shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries. As he exits he walks directly into what at first seems to be a wall but then is quickly revealed to be the hulking body of The Big Show!*
RO: “I thought I smelt bacon. How’s it going Paul…” *shifts look to Heyman* “…Paul.”
*Big Show grunts loudly and a dull pop is heard as he clamps his meat hook around the throat of RetirO. As he gasps to get free, Paul Heyman gets in front of him and looks him straight in the eye.*
PH: “I think what my client is trying to tell you, is that he and his associate will no longer be the subject of ridicule. Does he make himself clear?” *RetirO continues to struggle against the giant, but to no avail. He finally makes a weary affirmative nod and is released to gasp for breath.* “I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding.” *the trio continue on their journey as RetirO is attended to by a medic who helps him recover with an oxygen mask.*
*The camera fades to a similar package as earlier in the program, only this one is greated with a great roar of approval from the crowd as the Next Big Thing Brock Lesnar is seen doing the Brock Bounce™ and training as his theme song plays and the voice over begins.*
BL: “I have accomplished a lot in my life…an amateur championship…the youngest and last champion of the WWE…but this is where I will prove myself…where the newest and brightest superstars begin their careers…some may think it’s a game… but, it is here that I will etch my place in the annals of wrestling history…all an opponent is to the Next Big Thing is another rung in the ladder… a step in the stairway to becoming a legend… and Black is nothing but another son of a bitch in my way… but he’ll get what everyone else gets…F-5’d…game over.”
*The camera fades to the backstage area where we see Ian Wolfe walking along a corridor. Near the end he encounters the leader of the Flock: Raven. After a brief stare down they speak.*
IW: “What the hell do you want? You want to gloat? Because I am really not in the mood right now oh dark lord of the sith.”
RV: “My misguided friend, despite your glowing folly in Michigan, I have no desire to revel in victory, nor discuss such matters in any way. What I do wish is for you to be content with your station in life, and the current state of your being is nothing like it could be. Not as long as your acquaintances consist of those misguided miscreants. Come with me and I’ll set you free.”
IW: *looks stunned* “Uhh, how about no, Scott?” *Wolfe looks directly into the camera and does the Dr. Evil pinky before continuing on down the hall.*
*Elsewhere backstage, Nathan Hellstorm is standing by in the interview pit with John Imbriani.*
JI: “Basically, you just wanted a couple of minutes to comment on…”
NH: “Stuff it Johnny. Gimme that mic. As a member of the core roster of the BPCW, I just wanted to say that I am thoroughly embarrassed by the performance of a certain co-worker during the cross-promotional pay per view, Genesis. I think you all know who I am talking about. He is our so-called “Leader of the New School”, Sex Fiend. Now, I know you are all as embarrassed by his performance as I am.” *boos rain down on Hellstorm but as he continues to berate Sex Fiend, the man himself shows up in the distance behind Hellstorm in typical fashion and listens as he is continually berated moving slowly closer…* “I also have to say that if I were given the opportunity to face off with that chump stain Vinnie Vincent, I would have surely put him down, just like I’d put down that fraud quicker than white on rice, like stink on shit, like…”
SF: *chimes in* “…christ on a crutch?”
*Nathan jumps, startled before getting half of his face punched in by a non-chalant assault from Sex Fiend. The two brawl back and forth and have to be separated from one another by officials, but not before their yelling and shouting back and forth resulting in what appears to be an audible confirmation of their desire for a match!*
*The camera cuts from one brawl to another as we see Spice squaring off with Essa Rios’ interpreter in the Women’s Locker room, both women scantily clad! The action spills all around the locker room past other women getting their gear on and eventually spills in and out of the shower area dousing both women and sending the fans into a feeding frenzy. They continue to bludgeon each other with anything within reach with Spice actually grabbing the shower nozzle and attempting to wrap it around the Interpreter’s neck to choke her. As they spill out of the showers they are near the door to the locker room and the Interpreter regains her wits and gains the upper hand throwing Spice through it and into the hallway where the Playboys are sitting around watching the situation unfold hooting and whistling at the buxom brawlers. Just then Essa Rios sprints down the hallway from one direction and Frat Boy from the other as the Playboys finally get sick and enter their Locker room across the hall.*
*The two enemies continue to run at one another and leap in the air. At that point, using camera tricks stolen directly from Hollywood, the angle rotates around them Matrix style and you see a little smiling C.E.O. Wheeler in the corner of the screen pop up and say “you saw it here first.” The miny magnate disappears leaving the two superstars on the ground winded and their women breaking from their fight to attend to their fallen men. Spice is attending to Frat Boy as the Interpreter begins to yell at her uncontrollably in Spanish obviously enraged. She leaps on Spice and the boys finally get to their feet after regaining their wind and are able to fight for almost another whole minute before the officials can get over to their location from the previous brawl and attempt to put a stop to this one. Frat Boy gets free once and gets a couple of cheap shots in but they are finally separated.*
*The camera cuts and we are sent to yet another location which appears to be the gorilla pit where an eager C.E.O. Wheeler and RetirO are discussing things in anticipation of the announcements of the 13 lucky finalists right after a commercial break!*
*A short commercial airs for Tough Enough documenting the selection process. After the original 25 semifinalists were selected and were beginning to be whittled down, C.E.O. Wheeler, in a Puffy-esque move makes the decision that even narrowed down to 13, the crop is not good enough. CEO: “If the show is to be truly successful, we need to have people who are devoted to this.” So after auditioning hundreds more possible contestants from across the nation, they took the 13 finalist from the last time, and a new batch of 13 and have now whittled it down to 15. The screen flashes pictures of all 25 and then we head back to a live feed of the arena with C.E.O. Wheeler, Randall Turco, and RetirO in the ring. The Corporate theme is playing and the crowd is screaming in anticipation.*
CEO: “So after the long wait, and with no further adieu, I give you, the first ever cast of BPCW Tough Enough!” *he hands the microphone over to RetirO who begins to introduce the cast.*
RO: “It is my honor to introduce to you the fifteen contestants from which we will award two BPCW contracts… first, from…” *he goes through each name individually, while clips and details go up with them…(open e-mail of contestants)…* “here they are! The first ever V-fed cast of Tough Enough!”
*The crowd bursts out in cheers for this milestone in sports entertainment as the contestants are overwhelmed with their positive response. They wave to the fans for a couple more minutes before making their way up the ramp and into the backstage area. The camera’s follow them backstage and they all profusely thank Wheeler, Turco, and RetirO for the opportunity to compete for the chance to go to the dance. After this little mutual admiration society breaks up, the contestants are brought backstage to be introduced by Turco as Wheeler and RetirO walk off in another direction apparently embroiled in preparatory conversation for the launch of this new program.*
*Another BPCW: The Music commercial airs highlighting new tracks and new stars and the fans respond generously once again. We come back from commercial to see Ian Wolfe knocking on the C.E.O.’s door. After a couple of seconds, it opens and he is greeted Wheeler and RetirO (who appears to be readying to leave).*
CEO: “Come on in Ian, we were just wrapping up here.” *RetirO and the C.E.O. exchange pleasantries and the former leaves as Ian takes a seat.* “Now, what can I do for you?”
IW: “Well, it has been brought to my attention, by the other members of my stable that I don’t pull my weight around the BPCW, so I’m here to prove them wrong… by asking for a shot at Mark Bickler’s Great Lakes Title!” *the crowd ooh’s and there is a quick cut to the Playboys sitting next to a monitor in their locker room and appear outraged.* “You see, they seem to think I’m the pussy since I cost our *does finger quotations* fearless leader his little face off with The Flock last month.”
CEO: “Well, I would say that would make for some pretty good television. Why don’t we ask the fans? *turns to the camera* What do you think? Should we give Wolfe a chance to prove himself? *the fans seem to agree as obnoxiously loud cheering is piped in. The camera cuts to the Playboys who are booing and making quieting gestures.* Well, *extends hand and shakes* it appears as though we have a Great Lakes Title shot added to the card.”
*Another cut to the back reveals the Playboys, extremely pissed at the announcement. We cut back to the C.E.O.’s room where we see a smiling Ian Wolfe staring directly into the camera.*
IW: “Who’s the pussy now boys?”
*After a quick cut to the back, with Bickler and Seitz staring at each other pointing, they get angry looks on their faces…*
MB: “Man, I ain’t no pussy!”
JS: “Yeah! I ain’t no pussy neither!”
*The crowd laughs hysterically at this throwback remark, but are quickly silenced as we cut to another location backstage where we see the crumpled form of RetirO lying on the ground, but before we can get a good look music comes over the loudspeaker and out come Icon 2000 with a huge grin on his face. There is a cut to the backstage where RetirO and now a medic are seen. Rictor explodes onto the scene.*
RT: “What the hell happened here?”
*The medic explains that he just found him like he is and didn’t know, but is quickly interrupted by the familiar sound of Icon 2000’s voice.*
I2K: “Rictor, Rictor, Rictor, *in mocking tone* what happened here? *gets an angry scowl on his face and gets serious* You know damn well what happened. I’ve been trying to get a rematch, but you just won’t give it to me. Now, I thought to myself, why wouldn’t he give me a rematch? Is it because he knows that he got away on me getting cheated, not once, but twice! If the refs in this federation weren’t so old and blind, I would have said it was stupidity. No, this is a simple case of discrimination; discrimination against greatness. It could be that you’re all simply angry at your worthless station in life, or maybe the fact that you will never wear championship gold around your waist, but that’s besides the point. Now, I know not everyone sees eye to eye with me. The fans, my peers, the internet, they all seem to come up a little short. Now that could be that I’m head and foot above the rest, but that’s besides the point. *boos* The fact of the matter is that I made the Midwest Title; not, Rictor and the Icon, just the Icon. And I can tell you right now that as long as I am kept away from the World Heavyweight title, there is no way that the title has been made yet, and without me, it never will. My point is that despite your discrimination I’m going to win the Heavyweight Title…not for you ungrateful fans, not for the federation, not for a spot in the annals of history, no. I’m going to win that title… for me.”
*At that point, as it has been the fashion for this free-for-all, another brawl erupts as Rictor can take no more and without even waiting for his music to hit, he rushes down the ramp and begins to wail on Icon 2000. The two fight back and forth until dragged apart by a cadre of referees and officials. Rictor manages to call for a microphone, and speaks.*
RT: “You want to make this title? You want to make this title, you sick son of a bitch? Well then lets make it just like WE made the Midwest Title… with Ladders!”
*Before I2K can grab a mic, Rictor has broken free of his group of peacekeepers and again attacked him. He gains upper hand, knocking his enemy out of the ring and then posing with his title on the turnbuckle. A seething Icon 2000 backs up a ramp holding his head and makes a couple of faux motions towards the ring, but decides against it when he hears the fans cheer the moves. We fade to black and are left with the image of Rictor shouting, perched on the top turnbuckle.*
END SHOW
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BPCW November 2 Remember 2002 Card
Intergender Tag Team Match
Essa Rios/The Interpreter vs. Frat Boy/Spice
BPCW Great Lakes Title Match
Ian Wolfe vs. "Big Daddy" Mark Bickler (c)
Leader of the New School Challenge
Nathan Hellstorm vs. Sex Fiend
BPCW Tag Team Title Match
The Big Show/Billy Gunn w/Paul Heyman vs. The Big Red Machine (c)
Special Challenge Match
Steven Black vs. Brock Lesnar
Japanese Death Match
Sex Pistol vs. Raven
BPCW Heavyweight Championship Match
Icon 2000 vs. Rictor (c)
*The pyros hit and we are welcomed to the arena by the familiar voice of “The Grand Lizard of Wrestling” Danny Zucker who is standing in the ring thanking the fans who traveled deep into the heart of the enemy territory to witness the event that rocked the wrestling industry. A promo package is shown of the events leading up to, and occurring at Genesis which emanated live from the Rohring Lion’s Den in Monroe, MI last month. The video ends as we zoom out to a different room in which we see the Playboy’s watching the video.*
SP: *picking up the remote* “And now, through the magic of TiVo, we can see that humiliation in excruciating freakin’ detail! Oooh, let’s see that again! Let’s see that again. Let’s SEE that AGAIN!”
*Pistol rewinds to the footage of himself being eliminated from the 5 on 5 Battle Royal at last month’s PPV multiple times along with his sarcastic remarks. He looks to Ian Wolfe who is sitting in a chair. The rest of the Playboys follow suit, eager to hear what he has to say for himself after his accidental aid in eliminating Pistol from the match.*
SP: “Well, we’re waiting…”
IW: “I don’t see what you guys want from me. I already apologized. I mean, it’s not like it meant all that much. It was an exhibition in Michigan yo!”
SP: "You know what? It doesn’t mean anything to you because I think you lost your edge fool. I hardly ever see you wearing bling. You haven’t been drinking with the boys, and I haven’t seen a girl around you since that ho at the Chinese restaurant. And I can guarantee she’s been with more guys than there are Chang’s in a Chinese phone book! You need to start proving yourself around here. You need to prove yourself to me, you need to prove yourself to the boys” *the boys nod and then fake cough uttering the word ‘pussy’ amidst their faux coughing fit* “and most of all, you need to prove yourself to…” *Power’s-esque pause* “…yourself.”
IW: “Man, this is bullshit. You want to accuse me of flossing less often, okay. You want to accuse me of having my game a little off with da bitches, fine… You want me to prove myself to these chump stains? Not that I need to, but that’s no sweat either. Check you later, I’m out.”
*Wolfe stands up and storms out of the dressing room while the Playboys just stare out with Angle-esque stairs and Pistol shakes his head while Seitz coughs out one more “pussy!” under his breath before the camera fades elsewhere in the arena to C.E.O. Wheeler walking around the backstage area checking on people as he goes along, conversing in a jovial manner on his cell phone.*
CEO: “Yeah Turc… totally, it did go over huge… and the look on Rohr’s face when we showed up at UCW, I thought he was going to burst into flames the dude was so hot about it… oh, for sure… I dunno about the facilities though… hahahah….UCW? Who? Who? Anybody got 3 bucks on 'em? And the sweet thing is, you could play bingo too!….you bet…but it was great getting to see some of those boys up close and personal. It doesn’t make a difference in UCW, between you and I and BPCW, I have so much stuff going on, I’m trying to fit it all in… yeah… you bet… Vinnie was great… oh, and Sabu … yeah, you know it… there ain’t no Sabu’s like Sabu’s daddy… well, I hope that while I’m gone, you’ll make good use of Saturn… if RVD is any case, I’m sure that having him compete in one fed at a time will help out his focus… yeah, I think the fans are finally forgiving him for Moppy, poor son of a bitch… hehe… one time!…but seriously…oh, yeah, no kidding, we need as many fresh troops as possible over in the UCW… okay, well, I guess I’ll see you later then… yeah, I have to go attend to some business here at the Igloo… right… sounds good… Peace!”
*C.E.O. Wheeler arrives at the door of his office just as he gets off the phone and as the segment ends we see him open the door and greet the head trainer for Tough Enough and the patriarch of the BPCW, RetirO! They shake hands and sit down and the camera fades to a video package of Steven Black training for his match up with the Next Big Thing, Brock Lesnar. There are snippets of training film interspersed between dialogue from Black.*
SB: “I hold the world in my hands…Anything that I see can come to be… I am an unstoppable machine…*they pan to a picture of Brock and Black staring each other down*…This is what you train your entire life for…I have bled for this…I have sweat for this…I have prepared for a match like this since I started in this business…They say that Brock Lesnar is the Next Big Thing?… *scoffs*… Well, I’m the big thing…*pan around of Black shouting and flexing his muscles* …right NOW!… *cut to close up pan of his face, grimacing*…I believe I can stop him…And sometimes, that makes a person more dangerous than any opponent…”
*The package ends and we are transported to the ring where “The Red” by Chevelle is playing and from the curtain emerges the BPCW Tag Team Champions, the Big Red Machine: Kane and Nikolai Volkoff! They come down the ring and Volkoff grabs a microphone from Zucker at ringside…*
NV: “Eet eez certainly good to be back… back… home!” *the crowd pops massively at this heartfelt feeling of belonging welcoming our heros back to championship status, and to the Land of 10,000 lakes* “Vee must take our hats off to both Chris Benoit and Jeff Jarrett for vat we vill call one and one haff great matches. And to Scott Hall and Kevin Nash ve have our own little surprise in store for you, but dat vil wait. For now, ve must concentrate on ze matter at hand…our tag team titles!” *another massive pop for the Bolshevik Bandits as they both mount the turnbuckles showing off their gold* “So since ve ver feeling a bit, how do you say, saucy? Ve vould like to offer up a title shot at our belts so we can make the next PPV a memorable one. Seeing as how the only reason anyone else held these belts eez because ve vere gone, and ve have beaten everyone else. We vil let da boys decide who will attempt to break down the Iron Curtain of the Big Red Machine.”
*The first out on stage is the duo of Jon Seitz and Val Venis. They only make it halfway down the ramp before they are interrupted by Magnus and a battered Venom, still recovering from his bout with Brock Lesnar last month at Genesis. The two teams begin to argue as the fans laugh at their childish antics. Eventually a brawl breaks out between the two factions before either can issue a challenge to the Communist Comrades in the ring and they continue the fight through the crowd and into the backstage area. The camera follows them until they head into a separate room and then they cut back to the ring. The champions seem to be amused and lean against the ramp-side ropes and throw their hands up as if to ask, “anyone else?” A few moments of silence later we are given an answer as an unrecognized music hits and a rotund man emerges onto the stage area. As the camera zooms in to get a better look, the fans at home and in the arena are amazed to see the recognizable figure as the always outspoken Paul E. Heyman! Microphone in hand, he addresses a stunned audience.*
PH: “Well, well, well. It certainly is good to be back in the saddle, eh boys? And no one knows what it feels like better then the innovator of sports entertainment, the monarch of management, the man who single-handedly re-invigorated a dying breed of sports shlock into the vital entertaining program, which you are currently drooling over. Ahhhh.” *He soaks up the boos and seems to draw strength from them.* “But this isn’t about me, it’s about how I can once again service the wrestling world. I have put myself in a position to gain wealth and regain the credibility I once thrived upon. But I must say, this open challenge is like music to my very ears. Seriously boys, you have really outdone your stupid Russian asses this time. Not only have you opened the doors to my new clients, but you have been arrogant enough to forget the past. And those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it, so if you can just close your eyes…” *the Big Red Machine looks intently at the balding man onstage trying to figure him out refusing to shut their eyes* “well, come on now, it won’t work if you don’t shut your eyes! Think of it as a game.” *the duo again stand staunch in opposition to this ridiculous ploy and shake their heads at Heyman’s request.* “Well then, I’ll just do it for you.” *the house lights dim and three spots shine down on the Big Red Machine, as well as Paul Heyman.* “You see, if you remember back, way back, further, deeper and deeper, wait, too far. There, now you can see it. What is it you may ask? Why, it’s defeat, my vodka vohring friends!” *the two men in the ring look completely puzzled, well… as puzzled as a man in mask can look.* “Ohh, you don’t remember my clients? That’s too bad. Well, let’s see if we can refresh your memories.”
*All of a sudden the lights rise and standing behind the Big Red Machine is none other than Billy Gunn and the Big Show holding steel chairs poised to strike! The Communist Crusaders turn around only to be laid out cold with chair shots thrown in unison by the returning superstars! They stand there seething for a moment before continually decimating the fallen champions with their steel chairs. In the mean time Heyman has made his way down to the ring ending the calculated massacre and smiling broadly at the crowd before grabbing the hands of his two ‘clients’ and raising them in the air over the decimated bodies of Nikolai Volkoff and Kane. Heyman can be seen mouthing ‘ohh yeah!’ as he looks over his clients. They gloat for a bit, pose on the turnbuckles with the belts and then lay the belts across the chests of their apparent opponents at November to Remember before exiting to a deafening chorus of negativity from the crowd at the Igloo.*
*On a more positive vibe, a video is shown for the January release of BPCW: The Music, Volume Two, followed by another BPCW: Tough Enough hype promo for the segment later tonight before we head to the backstage area where RetirO is just wrapping up his conversation with C.E.O. Wheeler and getting up after reaching across the desk and shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries. As he exits he walks directly into what at first seems to be a wall but then is quickly revealed to be the hulking body of The Big Show!*
RO: “I thought I smelt bacon. How’s it going Paul…” *shifts look to Heyman* “…Paul.”
*Big Show grunts loudly and a dull pop is heard as he clamps his meat hook around the throat of RetirO. As he gasps to get free, Paul Heyman gets in front of him and looks him straight in the eye.*
PH: “I think what my client is trying to tell you, is that he and his associate will no longer be the subject of ridicule. Does he make himself clear?” *RetirO continues to struggle against the giant, but to no avail. He finally makes a weary affirmative nod and is released to gasp for breath.* “I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding.” *the trio continue on their journey as RetirO is attended to by a medic who helps him recover with an oxygen mask.*
*The camera fades to a similar package as earlier in the program, only this one is greated with a great roar of approval from the crowd as the Next Big Thing Brock Lesnar is seen doing the Brock Bounce™ and training as his theme song plays and the voice over begins.*
BL: “I have accomplished a lot in my life…an amateur championship…the youngest and last champion of the WWE…but this is where I will prove myself…where the newest and brightest superstars begin their careers…some may think it’s a game… but, it is here that I will etch my place in the annals of wrestling history…all an opponent is to the Next Big Thing is another rung in the ladder… a step in the stairway to becoming a legend… and Black is nothing but another son of a bitch in my way… but he’ll get what everyone else gets…F-5’d…game over.”
*The camera fades to the backstage area where we see Ian Wolfe walking along a corridor. Near the end he encounters the leader of the Flock: Raven. After a brief stare down they speak.*
IW: “What the hell do you want? You want to gloat? Because I am really not in the mood right now oh dark lord of the sith.”
RV: “My misguided friend, despite your glowing folly in Michigan, I have no desire to revel in victory, nor discuss such matters in any way. What I do wish is for you to be content with your station in life, and the current state of your being is nothing like it could be. Not as long as your acquaintances consist of those misguided miscreants. Come with me and I’ll set you free.”
IW: *looks stunned* “Uhh, how about no, Scott?” *Wolfe looks directly into the camera and does the Dr. Evil pinky before continuing on down the hall.*
*Elsewhere backstage, Nathan Hellstorm is standing by in the interview pit with John Imbriani.*
JI: “Basically, you just wanted a couple of minutes to comment on…”
NH: “Stuff it Johnny. Gimme that mic. As a member of the core roster of the BPCW, I just wanted to say that I am thoroughly embarrassed by the performance of a certain co-worker during the cross-promotional pay per view, Genesis. I think you all know who I am talking about. He is our so-called “Leader of the New School”, Sex Fiend. Now, I know you are all as embarrassed by his performance as I am.” *boos rain down on Hellstorm but as he continues to berate Sex Fiend, the man himself shows up in the distance behind Hellstorm in typical fashion and listens as he is continually berated moving slowly closer…* “I also have to say that if I were given the opportunity to face off with that chump stain Vinnie Vincent, I would have surely put him down, just like I’d put down that fraud quicker than white on rice, like stink on shit, like…”
SF: *chimes in* “…christ on a crutch?”
*Nathan jumps, startled before getting half of his face punched in by a non-chalant assault from Sex Fiend. The two brawl back and forth and have to be separated from one another by officials, but not before their yelling and shouting back and forth resulting in what appears to be an audible confirmation of their desire for a match!*
*The camera cuts from one brawl to another as we see Spice squaring off with Essa Rios’ interpreter in the Women’s Locker room, both women scantily clad! The action spills all around the locker room past other women getting their gear on and eventually spills in and out of the shower area dousing both women and sending the fans into a feeding frenzy. They continue to bludgeon each other with anything within reach with Spice actually grabbing the shower nozzle and attempting to wrap it around the Interpreter’s neck to choke her. As they spill out of the showers they are near the door to the locker room and the Interpreter regains her wits and gains the upper hand throwing Spice through it and into the hallway where the Playboys are sitting around watching the situation unfold hooting and whistling at the buxom brawlers. Just then Essa Rios sprints down the hallway from one direction and Frat Boy from the other as the Playboys finally get sick and enter their Locker room across the hall.*
*The two enemies continue to run at one another and leap in the air. At that point, using camera tricks stolen directly from Hollywood, the angle rotates around them Matrix style and you see a little smiling C.E.O. Wheeler in the corner of the screen pop up and say “you saw it here first.” The miny magnate disappears leaving the two superstars on the ground winded and their women breaking from their fight to attend to their fallen men. Spice is attending to Frat Boy as the Interpreter begins to yell at her uncontrollably in Spanish obviously enraged. She leaps on Spice and the boys finally get to their feet after regaining their wind and are able to fight for almost another whole minute before the officials can get over to their location from the previous brawl and attempt to put a stop to this one. Frat Boy gets free once and gets a couple of cheap shots in but they are finally separated.*
*The camera cuts and we are sent to yet another location which appears to be the gorilla pit where an eager C.E.O. Wheeler and RetirO are discussing things in anticipation of the announcements of the 13 lucky finalists right after a commercial break!*
*A short commercial airs for Tough Enough documenting the selection process. After the original 25 semifinalists were selected and were beginning to be whittled down, C.E.O. Wheeler, in a Puffy-esque move makes the decision that even narrowed down to 13, the crop is not good enough. CEO: “If the show is to be truly successful, we need to have people who are devoted to this.” So after auditioning hundreds more possible contestants from across the nation, they took the 13 finalist from the last time, and a new batch of 13 and have now whittled it down to 15. The screen flashes pictures of all 25 and then we head back to a live feed of the arena with C.E.O. Wheeler, Randall Turco, and RetirO in the ring. The Corporate theme is playing and the crowd is screaming in anticipation.*
CEO: “So after the long wait, and with no further adieu, I give you, the first ever cast of BPCW Tough Enough!” *he hands the microphone over to RetirO who begins to introduce the cast.*
RO: “It is my honor to introduce to you the fifteen contestants from which we will award two BPCW contracts… first, from…” *he goes through each name individually, while clips and details go up with them…(open e-mail of contestants)…* “here they are! The first ever V-fed cast of Tough Enough!”
*The crowd bursts out in cheers for this milestone in sports entertainment as the contestants are overwhelmed with their positive response. They wave to the fans for a couple more minutes before making their way up the ramp and into the backstage area. The camera’s follow them backstage and they all profusely thank Wheeler, Turco, and RetirO for the opportunity to compete for the chance to go to the dance. After this little mutual admiration society breaks up, the contestants are brought backstage to be introduced by Turco as Wheeler and RetirO walk off in another direction apparently embroiled in preparatory conversation for the launch of this new program.*
*Another BPCW: The Music commercial airs highlighting new tracks and new stars and the fans respond generously once again. We come back from commercial to see Ian Wolfe knocking on the C.E.O.’s door. After a couple of seconds, it opens and he is greeted Wheeler and RetirO (who appears to be readying to leave).*
CEO: “Come on in Ian, we were just wrapping up here.” *RetirO and the C.E.O. exchange pleasantries and the former leaves as Ian takes a seat.* “Now, what can I do for you?”
IW: “Well, it has been brought to my attention, by the other members of my stable that I don’t pull my weight around the BPCW, so I’m here to prove them wrong… by asking for a shot at Mark Bickler’s Great Lakes Title!” *the crowd ooh’s and there is a quick cut to the Playboys sitting next to a monitor in their locker room and appear outraged.* “You see, they seem to think I’m the pussy since I cost our *does finger quotations* fearless leader his little face off with The Flock last month.”
CEO: “Well, I would say that would make for some pretty good television. Why don’t we ask the fans? *turns to the camera* What do you think? Should we give Wolfe a chance to prove himself? *the fans seem to agree as obnoxiously loud cheering is piped in. The camera cuts to the Playboys who are booing and making quieting gestures.* Well, *extends hand and shakes* it appears as though we have a Great Lakes Title shot added to the card.”
*Another cut to the back reveals the Playboys, extremely pissed at the announcement. We cut back to the C.E.O.’s room where we see a smiling Ian Wolfe staring directly into the camera.*
IW: “Who’s the pussy now boys?”
*After a quick cut to the back, with Bickler and Seitz staring at each other pointing, they get angry looks on their faces…*
MB: “Man, I ain’t no pussy!”
JS: “Yeah! I ain’t no pussy neither!”
*The crowd laughs hysterically at this throwback remark, but are quickly silenced as we cut to another location backstage where we see the crumpled form of RetirO lying on the ground, but before we can get a good look music comes over the loudspeaker and out come Icon 2000 with a huge grin on his face. There is a cut to the backstage where RetirO and now a medic are seen. Rictor explodes onto the scene.*
RT: “What the hell happened here?”
*The medic explains that he just found him like he is and didn’t know, but is quickly interrupted by the familiar sound of Icon 2000’s voice.*
I2K: “Rictor, Rictor, Rictor, *in mocking tone* what happened here? *gets an angry scowl on his face and gets serious* You know damn well what happened. I’ve been trying to get a rematch, but you just won’t give it to me. Now, I thought to myself, why wouldn’t he give me a rematch? Is it because he knows that he got away on me getting cheated, not once, but twice! If the refs in this federation weren’t so old and blind, I would have said it was stupidity. No, this is a simple case of discrimination; discrimination against greatness. It could be that you’re all simply angry at your worthless station in life, or maybe the fact that you will never wear championship gold around your waist, but that’s besides the point. Now, I know not everyone sees eye to eye with me. The fans, my peers, the internet, they all seem to come up a little short. Now that could be that I’m head and foot above the rest, but that’s besides the point. *boos* The fact of the matter is that I made the Midwest Title; not, Rictor and the Icon, just the Icon. And I can tell you right now that as long as I am kept away from the World Heavyweight title, there is no way that the title has been made yet, and without me, it never will. My point is that despite your discrimination I’m going to win the Heavyweight Title…not for you ungrateful fans, not for the federation, not for a spot in the annals of history, no. I’m going to win that title… for me.”
*At that point, as it has been the fashion for this free-for-all, another brawl erupts as Rictor can take no more and without even waiting for his music to hit, he rushes down the ramp and begins to wail on Icon 2000. The two fight back and forth until dragged apart by a cadre of referees and officials. Rictor manages to call for a microphone, and speaks.*
RT: “You want to make this title? You want to make this title, you sick son of a bitch? Well then lets make it just like WE made the Midwest Title… with Ladders!”
*Before I2K can grab a mic, Rictor has broken free of his group of peacekeepers and again attacked him. He gains upper hand, knocking his enemy out of the ring and then posing with his title on the turnbuckle. A seething Icon 2000 backs up a ramp holding his head and makes a couple of faux motions towards the ring, but decides against it when he hears the fans cheer the moves. We fade to black and are left with the image of Rictor shouting, perched on the top turnbuckle.*
END SHOW
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BPCW November 2 Remember 2002 Card
Intergender Tag Team Match
Essa Rios/The Interpreter vs. Frat Boy/Spice
BPCW Great Lakes Title Match
Ian Wolfe vs. "Big Daddy" Mark Bickler (c)
Leader of the New School Challenge
Nathan Hellstorm vs. Sex Fiend
BPCW Tag Team Title Match
The Big Show/Billy Gunn w/Paul Heyman vs. The Big Red Machine (c)
Special Challenge Match
Steven Black vs. Brock Lesnar
Japanese Death Match
Sex Pistol vs. Raven
BPCW Heavyweight Championship Match
Icon 2000 vs. Rictor (c)
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7:10 PM
Sunday, February 02, 2003
BPCW November 2 Remember Free For All
*The show begins with a video package from the casting portion of BPCW Tough Enough documenting the grueling process of weeding down the pack of thousands to the select few that will be appearing on TV throughout the following months in hopes of obtaining one of two available developmental contracts into the BPCW! After being run ragged by RetirO through the frozen tundra of Minnesota and braving the interior tracks of the BPCW Training Facility. In addition to physical acumen, Foley, Wheeler, and Turco interviewed them to determine their readiness of mind. But, in the end, it came down to only thirteen, and those lucky thirteen will be revealed… TONIGHT!*
*The pyros hit and we are welcomed to the arena by the familiar voice of “The Grand Lizard of Wrestling” Danny Zucker who is standing in the ring thanking the fans who traveled deep into the heart of the enemy territory to witness the event that rocked the wrestling industry. A promo package is shown of the events leading up to, and occurring at Genesis which emanated live from the Rohring Lion’s Den in Monroe, MI last month. The video ends as we zoom out to a different room in which we see the Playboy’s watching the video.*
SP: *picking up the remote* “And now, through the magic of TiVo, we can see that humiliation in excruciating freakin’ detail!”
*Pistol rewinds to the footage of himself being eliminated from the 5 on 5 Battle Royal at last month’s PPV. He looks to Ian Wolfe who is sitting in a chair. The rest of the Playboys follow suit, eager to hear what he has to say for himself after his accidental aid in eliminating Pistol from the match.*
SP: “Well, we’re waiting…”
IW: “I don’t see what you guys want from me. I already apologized. I mean, it’s not like it meant all that much. It was an exhibition in Michigan yo!”
SP: "You know what? It doesn’t mean anything to you because I think you lost your edge fool. I hardly ever see you wearing bling. You haven’t been drinking with the boys, and I haven’t seen a girl around you since that ho at the Chinese restaurant. And I can guarantee she’s been with more guys than there are Chang’s in a Chinese phone book! You need to start proving yourself around here. You need to prove yourself to me, you need to prove yourself to the boys” *the boys nod and then fake cough uttering the word ‘pussy’ amidst their faux coughing fit* “and most of all, you need to prove yourself to…” *Power’s-esque pause* “…yourself.”
IW: “Man, this is bullshit. You want to accuse me of flossing less often, okay. You want to accuse me of having my game a little off with da bitches, fine… You want me to prove myself to these chump stains? Not that I need to, but that’s no sweat either. Check you later, I’m out.”
*Wolfe stands up and storms out of the dressing room while the Playboys just stare out with Angle-esque stairs and Pistol shakes his head while Seitz coughs out one more “pussy!” under his breath before the camera fades elsewhere in the arena to C.E.O. Wheeler walking around the backstage area checking on people as he goes along, conversing in a jovial manner on his cell phone.*
CEO: “Yeah Turc… totally, it did go over huge… and the look on Rohr’s face when we showed up at UCW, I thought he was going to burst into flames the dude was so hot about it… oh, for sure… I dunno about the facilities though… hahahah….UCW? Who? Who? Anybody got 3 bucks on 'em? And the sweet thing is, you could play bingo too!….you bet…but it was great getting to see some of those boys up close and personal. It doesn’t make a difference in UCW, between you and I and BPCW, I have so much stuff going on, I’m trying to fit it all in… yeah… you bet… Vinnie was great… oh, and Sabu … yeah, you know it… there ain’t no Sabu’s like Sabu’s daddy… well, I hope that while I’m gone, you’ll make good use of Saturn… if RVD is any case, I’m sure that having him compete in one fed at a time will help out his focus… yeah, I think the fans are finally forgiving him for Moppy, poor son of a bitch… hehe… one time!…but seriously…oh, yeah, no kidding, we need as many fresh troops as possible over in the UCW… okay, well, I guess I’ll see you later then… yeah, I have to go attend to some business here at the Igloo… right… sounds good… Peace!”
*C.E.O. Wheeler arrives at the door of his office just as he gets off the phone and as the segment ends we see him open the door and greet the head trainer for Tough Enough and the patriarch of the BPCW, RetirO! They shake hands and sit down and the camera fades to a video package of Steven Black training for his match up with the Next Big Thing, Brock Lesnar. There are snippets of training film interspersed between dialogue from Black.*
SB: “I hold the world in my hands…Anything that I see can come to be… I am an unstoppable machine…*they pan to a picture of Brock and Black staring each other down*…This is what you train your entire life for…I have bled for this…I have sweat for this…I have prepared for a match like this since I started in this business…They say that Brock Lesnar is the Next Big Thing?… *scoffs*… Well, I’m the big thing…*pan around of Black shouting and flexing his muscles* …right NOW!… *cut to close up pan of his face, grimacing*…I believe I can stop him…And sometimes, that makes a person more dangerous than any opponent…”
*The package ends and we are transported to the ring where “The Red” by Chevelle is playing and from the curtain emerges the BPCW Tag Team Champions, the Big Red Machine: Kane and Nikolai Volkoff! They come down the ring and Volkoff grabs a microphone from Zucker at ringside…*
NV: “Eet eez certainly good to be back… back… home!” *the crowd pops massively at this heartfelt feeling of belonging welcoming our heros back to championship status, and to the Land of 10,000 lakes* “Vee must take our hats off to both Chris Benoit and Jeff Jarrett for vat we vill call one and one haff great matches. And to Scott Hall and Kevin Nash ve have our own little surprise in store for you, but dat vil wait. For now, ve must concentrate on ze matter at hand…our tag team titles!” *another massive pop for the Bolshevik Bandits as they both mount the turnbuckles showing off their gold* “So since ve ver feeling a bit, how do you say, saucy? Ve vould like to offer up a title shot at our belts so we can make the next PPV a memorable one. Seeing as how the only reason anyone else held these belts eez because ve vere gone, and ve have beaten everyone else. We vil let da boys decide who will attempt to break down the Iron Curtain of the Big Red Machine.”
*The first out on stage is the duo of Jon Seitz and Val Venis. They only make it halfway down the ramp before they are interrupted by Magnus and a battered Venom, still recovering from his bout with Brock Lesnar last month at Genesis. The two teams begin to argue as the fans laugh at their childish antics. Eventually a brawl breaks out between the two factions before either can issue a challenge to the Communist Comrades in the ring and they continue the fight through the crowd and into the backstage area. The camera follows them until they head into a separate room and then they cut back to the ring. The champions seem to be amused and lean against the ramp-side ropes and throw their hands up as if to ask, “anyone else?” A few moments of silence later we are given an answer as an unrecognized music hits and a rotund man emerges onto the stage area. As the camera zooms in to get a better look, the fans at home and in the arena are amazed to see the recognizable figure as none other than Paul E. Heyman! Microphone in hand, he addresses a stunned audience.*
PH: “Well, well, well. It certainly is good to be back in the saddle, eh boys? And no one knows what it feels like better then the innovator of sports entertainment, the monarch of management, the man who single-handedly re-invigorated a dying breed of sports shlock into the vital entertaining program, which you are currently drooling over. Ahhhh.” *He soaks up the boos and seems to draw strength from them.* “But this isn’t about me, it’s about how I can once again service the wrestling world. I have put myself in a position to gain wealth and regain the credibility I once thrived upon. But I must say, this open challenge is like music to my very ears. Seriously boys, you have really outdone your stupid Russian asses this time. Not only have you opened the doors to my new clients, but you have been arrogant enough to forget the past. And those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it, so if you can just close your eyes…” *the Big Red Machine looks intently at the balding man onstage trying to figure him out refusing to shut their eyes* “well, come on now, it won’t work if you don’t shut your eyes! Think of it as a game.” *the duo again stand staunch in opposition to this ridiculous ploy and shake their heads at Heyman’s request.* “Well then, I’ll just do it for you.” *the house lights dim and three spots shine down on the Big Red Machine, as well as Paul Heyman.* “You see, if you remember back, way back, further, deeper and deeper, wait, too far. There, now you can see it. What is it you may ask? Why, it’s defeat, my vodka vohring friends!” *the two men in the ring look completely puzzled, well… as puzzled as a man in mask can look.* “Ohh, you don’t remember my clients? That’s too bad. Well, let’s see if we can refresh your memories.”
*All of a sudden the lights rise and standing behind the Big Red Machine is none other than Billy Gunn and the Big Show holding steel chairs poised to strike! The Communist Crusaders turn around only to be laid out cold with chair shots thrown in unison by the returning superstars! They stand there seething for a moment before continually decimating the fallen champions with their steel chairs. In the mean time Heyman has made his way down to the ring ending the calculated massacre and smiling broadly at the crowd before grabbing the hands of his two ‘clients’ and raising them in the air over the decimated bodies of Nikolai Volkoff and Kane. Heyman can be seen mouthing ‘ohh yeah!’ as he looks over his clients. They gloat for a bit, pose on the turnbuckles with the belts and then lay the belts across the chests of their apparent opponents at November to Remember before exiting to a deafening chorus of negativity from the crowd at the Igloo.*
*On a more positive vibe, a video is shown for the January release of BPCW: The Music, Volume Two, followed by another BPCW: Tough Enough hype promo for the segment later tonight before we head to the backstage area where RetirO is just wrapping up his conversation with C.E.O. Wheeler and getting up after reaching across the desk and shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries. As he exits he walks directly into what at first seems to be a wall but then is quickly revealed to be the hulking body of The Big Show!*
RO: “I thought I smelt bacon. How’s it going Paul…” *shifts look to Heyman* “…Paul.”
*Big Show grunts loudly and a dull pop is heard as he clamps his meat hook around the throat of RetirO. As he gasps to get free, Paul Heyman gets in front of him and looks him straight in the eye.*
PH: “I think what my client is trying to tell you, is that he and his associate will no longer be the subject of ridicule. Does he make himself clear?” *RetirO continues to struggle against the giant, but to no avail. He finally makes a weary affirmative nod and is released to gasp for breath.* “I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding.” *the trio continue on their journey as RetirO is attended to by a medic who helps him recover with an oxygen mask.*
*The camera fades to a similar package as earlier in the program, only this one is greated with a great roar of approval from the crowd as the Next Big Thing Brock Lesnar is seen doing the Brock Bounce™ and training as his theme song plays and the voice over begins.*
BL: “I have accomplished a lot in my life…an amateur championship…the youngest and last champion of the WWE…but this is where I will prove myself…where the newest and brightest superstars begin their careers…some may think it’s a game… but, it is here that I will etch my place in the annals of wrestling history…all an opponent is to the Next Big Thing is another rung in the ladder… a step in the stairway to becoming a legend… and Black is nothing but another son of a bitch in my way… but he’ll get what everyone else gets…F-5’d…game over.”
*The camera fades to the backstage area where we see Ian Wolfe walking along a corridor. Near the end he encounters the leader of the Flock: Raven. After a brief stare down they speak.*
IW: “What the hell do you want? You want to gloat? Because I am really not in the mood right now oh dark lord of the sith.”
RV: “My misguided friend, despite your glowing folly in Michigan, I have no desire to revel in victory, nor discuss such matters in any way. What I do wish is for you to be content with your station in life, and the current state of your being is nothing like it could be. Not as long as your acquaintances consist of those misguided miscreants. Come with me and I’ll set you free.”
IW: *looks stunned* “Uhh, how about no, Scott?” *Wolfe looks directly into the camera and does the Dr. Evil pinky before continuing on down the hall.*
*Elsewhere backstage, Nathan Hellstorm is standing by in the interview pit with John Imbriani.*
JI: “Basically, you just wanted a couple of minutes to comment on…”
NH: “Stuff it Johnny. Gimme that mic. As a member of the core roster of the BPCW, I just wanted to say that I am thoroughly embarrassed by the performance of a certain co-worker during the cross-promotional pay per view, Genesis. I think you all know who I am talking about. He is our so-called “Leader of the New School”, Sex Fiend. Now, I know you are all as embarrassed by his performance as I am.” *boos rain down on Hellstorm but as he continues to berate Sex Fiend, the man himself shows up in the distance behind Hellstorm in typical fashion and listens as he is continually berated moving slowly closer…* “I also have to say that if I were given the opportunity to face off with that chump stain Vinnie Vincent, I would have surely put him down, just like I’d put down that fraud quicker than white on rice, like stink on shit, like…”
SF: *chimes in* “…christ on a crutch?”
*Nathan jumps, startled before getting half of his face punched in by a non-chalant assault from Sex Fiend. The two brawl back and forth and have to be separated from one another by officials, but not before their yelling and shouting back and forth resulting in what appears to be an audible confirmation of their desire for a match!*
*The camera cuts from one brawl to another as we see Spice squaring off with Essa Rios’ interpreter in the Women’s Locker room, both women scantily clad! The action spills all around the locker room past other women getting their gear on and eventually spills in and out of the shower area dousing both women and sending the fans into a feeding frenzy. They continue to bludgeon each other with anything within reach with Spice actually grabbing the shower nozzle and attempting to wrap it around the Interpreter’s neck to choke her. As they spill out of the showers they are near the door to the locker room and the Interpreter regains her wits and gains the upper hand throwing Spice through it and into the hallway where the Playboys are sitting around watching the situation unfold hooting and whistling at the buxom brawlers. Just then Essa Rios sprints down the hallway from one direction and Frat Boy from the other as the Playboys finally get sick and enter their Locker room across the hall.*
*The two enemies continue to run at one another and leap in the air. At that point, using camera tricks stolen directly from Hollywood, the angle rotates around them Matrix style and you see a little smiling C.E.O. Wheeler in the corner of the screen pop up and say “you saw it here first.” The miny magnate disappears leaving the two superstars on the ground winded and their women breaking from their fight to attend to their fallen men. Spice is attending to Frat Boy as the Interpreter begins to yell at her uncontrollably in Spanish obviously enraged. She leaps on Spice and the boys finally get to their feet after regaining their wind and are able to fight for almost another whole minute before the officials can get over to their location from the previous brawl and attempt to put a stop to this one. Frat Boy gets free once and gets a couple of cheap shots in but they are finally separated.*
*The camera cuts and we are sent to yet another location which appears to be the gorilla pit where an eager C.E.O. Wheeler and RetirO are discussing things in anticipation of the announcements of the 13 lucky finalists right after a commercial break!*
*The show begins with a video package from the casting portion of BPCW Tough Enough documenting the grueling process of weeding down the pack of thousands to the select few that will be appearing on TV throughout the following months in hopes of obtaining one of two available developmental contracts into the BPCW! After being run ragged by RetirO through the frozen tundra of Minnesota and braving the interior tracks of the BPCW Training Facility. In addition to physical acumen, Foley, Wheeler, and Turco interviewed them to determine their readiness of mind. But, in the end, it came down to only thirteen, and those lucky thirteen will be revealed… TONIGHT!*
*The pyros hit and we are welcomed to the arena by the familiar voice of “The Grand Lizard of Wrestling” Danny Zucker who is standing in the ring thanking the fans who traveled deep into the heart of the enemy territory to witness the event that rocked the wrestling industry. A promo package is shown of the events leading up to, and occurring at Genesis which emanated live from the Rohring Lion’s Den in Monroe, MI last month. The video ends as we zoom out to a different room in which we see the Playboy’s watching the video.*
SP: *picking up the remote* “And now, through the magic of TiVo, we can see that humiliation in excruciating freakin’ detail!”
*Pistol rewinds to the footage of himself being eliminated from the 5 on 5 Battle Royal at last month’s PPV. He looks to Ian Wolfe who is sitting in a chair. The rest of the Playboys follow suit, eager to hear what he has to say for himself after his accidental aid in eliminating Pistol from the match.*
SP: “Well, we’re waiting…”
IW: “I don’t see what you guys want from me. I already apologized. I mean, it’s not like it meant all that much. It was an exhibition in Michigan yo!”
SP: "You know what? It doesn’t mean anything to you because I think you lost your edge fool. I hardly ever see you wearing bling. You haven’t been drinking with the boys, and I haven’t seen a girl around you since that ho at the Chinese restaurant. And I can guarantee she’s been with more guys than there are Chang’s in a Chinese phone book! You need to start proving yourself around here. You need to prove yourself to me, you need to prove yourself to the boys” *the boys nod and then fake cough uttering the word ‘pussy’ amidst their faux coughing fit* “and most of all, you need to prove yourself to…” *Power’s-esque pause* “…yourself.”
IW: “Man, this is bullshit. You want to accuse me of flossing less often, okay. You want to accuse me of having my game a little off with da bitches, fine… You want me to prove myself to these chump stains? Not that I need to, but that’s no sweat either. Check you later, I’m out.”
*Wolfe stands up and storms out of the dressing room while the Playboys just stare out with Angle-esque stairs and Pistol shakes his head while Seitz coughs out one more “pussy!” under his breath before the camera fades elsewhere in the arena to C.E.O. Wheeler walking around the backstage area checking on people as he goes along, conversing in a jovial manner on his cell phone.*
CEO: “Yeah Turc… totally, it did go over huge… and the look on Rohr’s face when we showed up at UCW, I thought he was going to burst into flames the dude was so hot about it… oh, for sure… I dunno about the facilities though… hahahah….UCW? Who? Who? Anybody got 3 bucks on 'em? And the sweet thing is, you could play bingo too!….you bet…but it was great getting to see some of those boys up close and personal. It doesn’t make a difference in UCW, between you and I and BPCW, I have so much stuff going on, I’m trying to fit it all in… yeah… you bet… Vinnie was great… oh, and Sabu … yeah, you know it… there ain’t no Sabu’s like Sabu’s daddy… well, I hope that while I’m gone, you’ll make good use of Saturn… if RVD is any case, I’m sure that having him compete in one fed at a time will help out his focus… yeah, I think the fans are finally forgiving him for Moppy, poor son of a bitch… hehe… one time!…but seriously…oh, yeah, no kidding, we need as many fresh troops as possible over in the UCW… okay, well, I guess I’ll see you later then… yeah, I have to go attend to some business here at the Igloo… right… sounds good… Peace!”
*C.E.O. Wheeler arrives at the door of his office just as he gets off the phone and as the segment ends we see him open the door and greet the head trainer for Tough Enough and the patriarch of the BPCW, RetirO! They shake hands and sit down and the camera fades to a video package of Steven Black training for his match up with the Next Big Thing, Brock Lesnar. There are snippets of training film interspersed between dialogue from Black.*
SB: “I hold the world in my hands…Anything that I see can come to be… I am an unstoppable machine…*they pan to a picture of Brock and Black staring each other down*…This is what you train your entire life for…I have bled for this…I have sweat for this…I have prepared for a match like this since I started in this business…They say that Brock Lesnar is the Next Big Thing?… *scoffs*… Well, I’m the big thing…*pan around of Black shouting and flexing his muscles* …right NOW!… *cut to close up pan of his face, grimacing*…I believe I can stop him…And sometimes, that makes a person more dangerous than any opponent…”
*The package ends and we are transported to the ring where “The Red” by Chevelle is playing and from the curtain emerges the BPCW Tag Team Champions, the Big Red Machine: Kane and Nikolai Volkoff! They come down the ring and Volkoff grabs a microphone from Zucker at ringside…*
NV: “Eet eez certainly good to be back… back… home!” *the crowd pops massively at this heartfelt feeling of belonging welcoming our heros back to championship status, and to the Land of 10,000 lakes* “Vee must take our hats off to both Chris Benoit and Jeff Jarrett for vat we vill call one and one haff great matches. And to Scott Hall and Kevin Nash ve have our own little surprise in store for you, but dat vil wait. For now, ve must concentrate on ze matter at hand…our tag team titles!” *another massive pop for the Bolshevik Bandits as they both mount the turnbuckles showing off their gold* “So since ve ver feeling a bit, how do you say, saucy? Ve vould like to offer up a title shot at our belts so we can make the next PPV a memorable one. Seeing as how the only reason anyone else held these belts eez because ve vere gone, and ve have beaten everyone else. We vil let da boys decide who will attempt to break down the Iron Curtain of the Big Red Machine.”
*The first out on stage is the duo of Jon Seitz and Val Venis. They only make it halfway down the ramp before they are interrupted by Magnus and a battered Venom, still recovering from his bout with Brock Lesnar last month at Genesis. The two teams begin to argue as the fans laugh at their childish antics. Eventually a brawl breaks out between the two factions before either can issue a challenge to the Communist Comrades in the ring and they continue the fight through the crowd and into the backstage area. The camera follows them until they head into a separate room and then they cut back to the ring. The champions seem to be amused and lean against the ramp-side ropes and throw their hands up as if to ask, “anyone else?” A few moments of silence later we are given an answer as an unrecognized music hits and a rotund man emerges onto the stage area. As the camera zooms in to get a better look, the fans at home and in the arena are amazed to see the recognizable figure as none other than Paul E. Heyman! Microphone in hand, he addresses a stunned audience.*
PH: “Well, well, well. It certainly is good to be back in the saddle, eh boys? And no one knows what it feels like better then the innovator of sports entertainment, the monarch of management, the man who single-handedly re-invigorated a dying breed of sports shlock into the vital entertaining program, which you are currently drooling over. Ahhhh.” *He soaks up the boos and seems to draw strength from them.* “But this isn’t about me, it’s about how I can once again service the wrestling world. I have put myself in a position to gain wealth and regain the credibility I once thrived upon. But I must say, this open challenge is like music to my very ears. Seriously boys, you have really outdone your stupid Russian asses this time. Not only have you opened the doors to my new clients, but you have been arrogant enough to forget the past. And those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it, so if you can just close your eyes…” *the Big Red Machine looks intently at the balding man onstage trying to figure him out refusing to shut their eyes* “well, come on now, it won’t work if you don’t shut your eyes! Think of it as a game.” *the duo again stand staunch in opposition to this ridiculous ploy and shake their heads at Heyman’s request.* “Well then, I’ll just do it for you.” *the house lights dim and three spots shine down on the Big Red Machine, as well as Paul Heyman.* “You see, if you remember back, way back, further, deeper and deeper, wait, too far. There, now you can see it. What is it you may ask? Why, it’s defeat, my vodka vohring friends!” *the two men in the ring look completely puzzled, well… as puzzled as a man in mask can look.* “Ohh, you don’t remember my clients? That’s too bad. Well, let’s see if we can refresh your memories.”
*All of a sudden the lights rise and standing behind the Big Red Machine is none other than Billy Gunn and the Big Show holding steel chairs poised to strike! The Communist Crusaders turn around only to be laid out cold with chair shots thrown in unison by the returning superstars! They stand there seething for a moment before continually decimating the fallen champions with their steel chairs. In the mean time Heyman has made his way down to the ring ending the calculated massacre and smiling broadly at the crowd before grabbing the hands of his two ‘clients’ and raising them in the air over the decimated bodies of Nikolai Volkoff and Kane. Heyman can be seen mouthing ‘ohh yeah!’ as he looks over his clients. They gloat for a bit, pose on the turnbuckles with the belts and then lay the belts across the chests of their apparent opponents at November to Remember before exiting to a deafening chorus of negativity from the crowd at the Igloo.*
*On a more positive vibe, a video is shown for the January release of BPCW: The Music, Volume Two, followed by another BPCW: Tough Enough hype promo for the segment later tonight before we head to the backstage area where RetirO is just wrapping up his conversation with C.E.O. Wheeler and getting up after reaching across the desk and shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries. As he exits he walks directly into what at first seems to be a wall but then is quickly revealed to be the hulking body of The Big Show!*
RO: “I thought I smelt bacon. How’s it going Paul…” *shifts look to Heyman* “…Paul.”
*Big Show grunts loudly and a dull pop is heard as he clamps his meat hook around the throat of RetirO. As he gasps to get free, Paul Heyman gets in front of him and looks him straight in the eye.*
PH: “I think what my client is trying to tell you, is that he and his associate will no longer be the subject of ridicule. Does he make himself clear?” *RetirO continues to struggle against the giant, but to no avail. He finally makes a weary affirmative nod and is released to gasp for breath.* “I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding.” *the trio continue on their journey as RetirO is attended to by a medic who helps him recover with an oxygen mask.*
*The camera fades to a similar package as earlier in the program, only this one is greated with a great roar of approval from the crowd as the Next Big Thing Brock Lesnar is seen doing the Brock Bounce™ and training as his theme song plays and the voice over begins.*
BL: “I have accomplished a lot in my life…an amateur championship…the youngest and last champion of the WWE…but this is where I will prove myself…where the newest and brightest superstars begin their careers…some may think it’s a game… but, it is here that I will etch my place in the annals of wrestling history…all an opponent is to the Next Big Thing is another rung in the ladder… a step in the stairway to becoming a legend… and Black is nothing but another son of a bitch in my way… but he’ll get what everyone else gets…F-5’d…game over.”
*The camera fades to the backstage area where we see Ian Wolfe walking along a corridor. Near the end he encounters the leader of the Flock: Raven. After a brief stare down they speak.*
IW: “What the hell do you want? You want to gloat? Because I am really not in the mood right now oh dark lord of the sith.”
RV: “My misguided friend, despite your glowing folly in Michigan, I have no desire to revel in victory, nor discuss such matters in any way. What I do wish is for you to be content with your station in life, and the current state of your being is nothing like it could be. Not as long as your acquaintances consist of those misguided miscreants. Come with me and I’ll set you free.”
IW: *looks stunned* “Uhh, how about no, Scott?” *Wolfe looks directly into the camera and does the Dr. Evil pinky before continuing on down the hall.*
*Elsewhere backstage, Nathan Hellstorm is standing by in the interview pit with John Imbriani.*
JI: “Basically, you just wanted a couple of minutes to comment on…”
NH: “Stuff it Johnny. Gimme that mic. As a member of the core roster of the BPCW, I just wanted to say that I am thoroughly embarrassed by the performance of a certain co-worker during the cross-promotional pay per view, Genesis. I think you all know who I am talking about. He is our so-called “Leader of the New School”, Sex Fiend. Now, I know you are all as embarrassed by his performance as I am.” *boos rain down on Hellstorm but as he continues to berate Sex Fiend, the man himself shows up in the distance behind Hellstorm in typical fashion and listens as he is continually berated moving slowly closer…* “I also have to say that if I were given the opportunity to face off with that chump stain Vinnie Vincent, I would have surely put him down, just like I’d put down that fraud quicker than white on rice, like stink on shit, like…”
SF: *chimes in* “…christ on a crutch?”
*Nathan jumps, startled before getting half of his face punched in by a non-chalant assault from Sex Fiend. The two brawl back and forth and have to be separated from one another by officials, but not before their yelling and shouting back and forth resulting in what appears to be an audible confirmation of their desire for a match!*
*The camera cuts from one brawl to another as we see Spice squaring off with Essa Rios’ interpreter in the Women’s Locker room, both women scantily clad! The action spills all around the locker room past other women getting their gear on and eventually spills in and out of the shower area dousing both women and sending the fans into a feeding frenzy. They continue to bludgeon each other with anything within reach with Spice actually grabbing the shower nozzle and attempting to wrap it around the Interpreter’s neck to choke her. As they spill out of the showers they are near the door to the locker room and the Interpreter regains her wits and gains the upper hand throwing Spice through it and into the hallway where the Playboys are sitting around watching the situation unfold hooting and whistling at the buxom brawlers. Just then Essa Rios sprints down the hallway from one direction and Frat Boy from the other as the Playboys finally get sick and enter their Locker room across the hall.*
*The two enemies continue to run at one another and leap in the air. At that point, using camera tricks stolen directly from Hollywood, the angle rotates around them Matrix style and you see a little smiling C.E.O. Wheeler in the corner of the screen pop up and say “you saw it here first.” The miny magnate disappears leaving the two superstars on the ground winded and their women breaking from their fight to attend to their fallen men. Spice is attending to Frat Boy as the Interpreter begins to yell at her uncontrollably in Spanish obviously enraged. She leaps on Spice and the boys finally get to their feet after regaining their wind and are able to fight for almost another whole minute before the officials can get over to their location from the previous brawl and attempt to put a stop to this one. Frat Boy gets free once and gets a couple of cheap shots in but they are finally separated.*
*The camera cuts and we are sent to yet another location which appears to be the gorilla pit where an eager C.E.O. Wheeler and RetirO are discussing things in anticipation of the announcements of the 13 lucky finalists right after a commercial break!*
posted by James at
8:37 PM
BPCW November 2 Remember Free For All
*The show begins with a video package from the casting portion of BPCW Tough Enough documenting the grueling process of weeding down the pack of thousands to the select few that will be appearing on TV throughout the following months in hopes of obtaining one of two available developmental contracts into the BPCW! After being run ragged by RetirO through the frozen tundra of Minnesota and braving the interior tracks of the BPCW Training Facility. In addition to physical acumen, Foley, Wheeler, and Turco interviewed them to determine their readiness of mind. But, in the end, it came down to only thirteen, and those lucky thirteen will be revealed… TONIGHT!*
*The pyros hit and we are welcomed to the arena by the familiar voice of “The Grand Lizard of Wrestling” Danny Zucker who is standing in the ring thanking the fans who traveled deep into the heart of the enemy territory to witness the event that rocked the wrestling industry. A promo package is shown of the events leading up to, and occurring at Genesis which emanated live from the Rohring Lion’s Den in Monroe, MI last month. The video ends as we zoom out to a different room in which we see the Playboy’s watching the video.*
SP: *picking up the remote* “And now, through the magic of TiVo, we can see that humiliation in excruciating freakin’ detail!”
*Pistol rewinds to the footage of himself being eliminated from the 5 on 5 Battle Royal at last month’s PPV. He looks to Ian Wolfe who is sitting in a chair. The rest of the Playboys follow suit, eager to hear what he has to say for himself after his accidental aid in eliminating Pistol from the match.*
SP: “Well, we’re waiting…”
IW: “I don’t see what you guys want from me. I already apologized. I mean, it’s not like it meant all that much. It was an exhibition in Michigan yo!”
SP: "You know what? It doesn’t mean anything to you because I think you lost your edge fool. I hardly ever see you wearing bling. You haven’t been drinking with the boys, and I haven’t seen a girl around you since that ho at the Chinese restaurant. And I can guarantee she’s been with more guys than there are Chang’s in a Chinese phone book! You need to start proving yourself around here. You need to prove yourself to me, you need to prove yourself to the boys” *the boys nod and then fake cough uttering the word ‘pussy’ amidst their faux coughing fit* “and most of all, you need to prove yourself to…” *Power’s-esque pause* “…yourself.”
IW: “Man, this is bullshit. You want to accuse me of flossing less often, okay. You want to accuse me of having my game a little off with da bitches, fine… You want me to prove myself to these chump stains? Not that I need to, but that’s no sweat either. Check you later, I’m out.”
*Wolfe stands up and storms out of the dressing room while the Playboys just stare out with Angle-esque stairs and Pistol shakes his head while Seitz coughs out one more “pussy!” under his breath before the camera fades elsewhere in the arena to C.E.O. Wheeler walking around the backstage area checking on people as he goes along, conversing in a jovial manner on his cell phone.*
*The show begins with a video package from the casting portion of BPCW Tough Enough documenting the grueling process of weeding down the pack of thousands to the select few that will be appearing on TV throughout the following months in hopes of obtaining one of two available developmental contracts into the BPCW! After being run ragged by RetirO through the frozen tundra of Minnesota and braving the interior tracks of the BPCW Training Facility. In addition to physical acumen, Foley, Wheeler, and Turco interviewed them to determine their readiness of mind. But, in the end, it came down to only thirteen, and those lucky thirteen will be revealed… TONIGHT!*
*The pyros hit and we are welcomed to the arena by the familiar voice of “The Grand Lizard of Wrestling” Danny Zucker who is standing in the ring thanking the fans who traveled deep into the heart of the enemy territory to witness the event that rocked the wrestling industry. A promo package is shown of the events leading up to, and occurring at Genesis which emanated live from the Rohring Lion’s Den in Monroe, MI last month. The video ends as we zoom out to a different room in which we see the Playboy’s watching the video.*
SP: *picking up the remote* “And now, through the magic of TiVo, we can see that humiliation in excruciating freakin’ detail!”
*Pistol rewinds to the footage of himself being eliminated from the 5 on 5 Battle Royal at last month’s PPV. He looks to Ian Wolfe who is sitting in a chair. The rest of the Playboys follow suit, eager to hear what he has to say for himself after his accidental aid in eliminating Pistol from the match.*
SP: “Well, we’re waiting…”
IW: “I don’t see what you guys want from me. I already apologized. I mean, it’s not like it meant all that much. It was an exhibition in Michigan yo!”
SP: "You know what? It doesn’t mean anything to you because I think you lost your edge fool. I hardly ever see you wearing bling. You haven’t been drinking with the boys, and I haven’t seen a girl around you since that ho at the Chinese restaurant. And I can guarantee she’s been with more guys than there are Chang’s in a Chinese phone book! You need to start proving yourself around here. You need to prove yourself to me, you need to prove yourself to the boys” *the boys nod and then fake cough uttering the word ‘pussy’ amidst their faux coughing fit* “and most of all, you need to prove yourself to…” *Power’s-esque pause* “…yourself.”
IW: “Man, this is bullshit. You want to accuse me of flossing less often, okay. You want to accuse me of having my game a little off with da bitches, fine… You want me to prove myself to these chump stains? Not that I need to, but that’s no sweat either. Check you later, I’m out.”
*Wolfe stands up and storms out of the dressing room while the Playboys just stare out with Angle-esque stairs and Pistol shakes his head while Seitz coughs out one more “pussy!” under his breath before the camera fades elsewhere in the arena to C.E.O. Wheeler walking around the backstage area checking on people as he goes along, conversing in a jovial manner on his cell phone.*
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8:21 PM
Sunday, January 19, 2003
Genesis 2002 Card- Live from the Rohring Lion's Den
BPCW Tag Team Title Match
Jeff Jarrett/Chris Benoit vs. The Big Red Machine (c)
These evently matched teams face off in another classic only to have it interrupted and named a no-contest after the UCW's Outsiders Scott Hall and Kevin Nash Run down. They clear the ring but are eventually forced out by the two pairs. They engage in a stare down and eventually security comes to escort them out of the building. They argue the entire way, but eventually let it go and get in their custom limo and drive away.
Your Winner: No Contest
Battle of the Titans
Venom vs. Brock Lesnar
This second match in the BPCW for the phenominal rookie Brock Lesnar finished not dissimilar from the last. Lesnar was adequately challenged, but it only took one mistake by Venom for Lesnar to overpower him and hit the F-5. Much to everyone's suprise, he kicked out a hair shy of 3 and sent Lesnar into a rage which resulted in a modified TKO-esque spinning F-5, the result of which was a 3 count around the eight minute mark.
Your Winner: Brock Lesnar
*Post Match, Steven Black appeared on the FoleyTron™ and challenged Brock to a match at the next Pay Per View claiming that it would be a November Brock would always Remember. Lesnar just nods and does the Brock Bounce™ in response indicating his acceptance.*
Leaders of the New School Face Off
Sex Fiend vs. Vinnie Vincent
Another great match here with each of the grapplers showing off their skills in the ring. In a battle of both submissions and slams the match was extremely technically sound. Around the 15 minute mark, Sex Fiend sets Vinnie up for his Sexecutioner finishing maneuver but Vincent reverses it and hits what appears to be a new finisher of his own which we are informed is called the DeGenerator! He scores the 1...2...3, much to the delight of the home town crowd and helps Sex Fiend up and they embrace, again to the fans approval.
Your Winner by Pinfall via a DeGenerator: Vinnie Vincent
BPCW Midwest Title Match
Essa Rios vs. Frat Boy (c)
In a great showing of Cruiserweight-style action, Frat Boy and Essa Rios gave it there all. In a curious turn of events, we saw the Interpreter getting involved in the match actually incapacitating Frat Boy long enough for Essa Rios to reach the top rope and hit his trademark corkscrew moonsault. Similar to their last encounter at Chaos, the Interpreter followed suit and hit a corkscrew moonsault of her own. Rios went for the pin, but unfortunately only gained a two count before being pulled out by a vamped up Lita coming to the aid of Frat Boy. Lita proceeds to keep the Interpreter busy, while the Frat Boy hits what old WWE fans may known as the Stratusfear, now being dubbed the Keg Stand for the 1...2...3 at 7:32.
Your Winner and STILL BPCW MIdwest Champion: Frat Boy
Women's Fatal Fourway Stephanie McMahon vs. The Sensational Sara vs. "The Fallen Angel" Lauren Rath vs. Mother Russia
Steph is eliminated early via an Iron Curtain by the newest addition to the BPCW's Women's roster, Mother Russia. Shortly thereafter Rath gains the upper hand on the Sensational M.D. Sara and hits a Fall from Grace off the top rope to eliminate her leaving only two women in the ring. They battled viciously for almost 10 more minutes before one gained the advantage long enough to take the upper hand. Eventually Lauren once again went to the top rope and was positioning herself to hit another Fall From Grace, but out of the crowd came Big Red of the UCW! She proceeded to knock Rath off of the top turnbuckle sending her flying off directly into the guard rail. She continued her reign of violence by entering the ring and hitting her It Must Be The Navy finishing move on Mother Russia. Unfortunately for this sea-going swashbuckler, Rath was given time to recover and ran into the ring resulting in the immediate exit of Big Red. The camera panned first to red and then to Rath whose lip had been cut wide open by the fall onto the rail. She wiped a bit of the blood onto her hand and then licked it, smiling as Big Red just stared on with both disgust and malicious intent still in her eyes.
Your Winner: No Contest
Ten Man Team Battle Royal
Raven/X/Magnus/Saturn/Sabu vs. Sex Pistol/Jon Seitz/Ian Wolfe/Val Venis/Mark Bickler
This match is a knock-down, drag-out slobberknocker seeing the Flock and The Dark Side team up to take on Sex Pistol and his Playboys. Resulting in part by Sabu's interference last month at Chaos there was a quick effort to eliminate him as Bickler and Wolfe immediately made a bee-line for him. They are quickly intercepted by Saturn and Magnus and the 10 men are quickly embroiled in a massive tangle of flesh, bone, and eventually blood. Saturn is the first eliminated followed soon by his stable-mate X. The Flock rallies back and manages to take out Seitz, Venis, and Bickler before having Magnus ousted by Ian Wolfe leaving Wolfe and Sex Pistol from the Playboys and Sabu and Raven from the Flock. The rivals, Pistol and Raven pair up leaving Wolfe to deal with Sabu. The shiekey (hehe, get it?) Dark Side-r gains the upperhand and goes for his triple jump finisher but Wolfe regains his wits and clocks Sabu with his own chair. In a flurry of movement he quickly runs toward Raven who makes a timely duck of the swinging Wolfe who in turn ends up clocking Pistol with the chair sending him over the top rope. With a headful of rage boiling over Wolfe turns to Raven with the chair and runs, but Raven side-steps him and hits a drop toe hold which he promptly follows up with a Evenflow DDT onto the steel chair rendering The Skinny One unconcious. The referee ends the match with the Flock taking this one home via KO at the 23:17 mark.
Your Winner via the Evenflow DDT K.O.: Raven
BPCW World Heavyweight Title Match Icon 2000 vs. Rictor (c)
A long strenuous battle which compared very favorably to their bouts in the past with various technical and submission moves eminating from the arsenal of the Icon while Rictor relied heavily on his quickness to keep his longtime adversary at bay. Despite the length and intensity of the previous match, the crowd was in this one the whole way to the finish. A series of false endings had the fans on their feet and it wasn't until the second I2Screw and the following events that they truly exploded. At the registering of two in the fans ears, Rictor got his foot on the rope but Icon 2000 blocked his vision by positioning himself in front of the match-saver while the referee counted the 3. I2K triumphantly marched around the ring with his newly won belt but as he cheered profusely and gloated the corporate music hit and out comes hometown boy, Randall Turco who tells the referee of the foot on the rope who in turns restarts the match much to I2K's chagrin. The two combatants lock up again and the Icon immediately capitalizes on Rictor's weakened state, but has his Iconoclasm reversed into an Epicenter Suplex! Rictor does his jumping rage filled taunt signalling none other than his trademarked Shockwave which he hits with ease and gathers the 1...2...3... for another successful title defense at the 20:41 mark.
Your Winner and STILL BPCW World Heavyweight Champion: Rictor
*Postmatch, they have a staredown and Icon 2000 yells about how he was screwed, but Rictor just mocks him with a crying motion and then mounts the turnbuckle to the acceptance of the thousands of Michiganders in attendance.*
END SHOW
BPCW Tag Team Title Match
Jeff Jarrett/Chris Benoit vs. The Big Red Machine (c)
These evently matched teams face off in another classic only to have it interrupted and named a no-contest after the UCW's Outsiders Scott Hall and Kevin Nash Run down. They clear the ring but are eventually forced out by the two pairs. They engage in a stare down and eventually security comes to escort them out of the building. They argue the entire way, but eventually let it go and get in their custom limo and drive away.
Your Winner: No Contest
Battle of the Titans
Venom vs. Brock Lesnar
This second match in the BPCW for the phenominal rookie Brock Lesnar finished not dissimilar from the last. Lesnar was adequately challenged, but it only took one mistake by Venom for Lesnar to overpower him and hit the F-5. Much to everyone's suprise, he kicked out a hair shy of 3 and sent Lesnar into a rage which resulted in a modified TKO-esque spinning F-5, the result of which was a 3 count around the eight minute mark.
Your Winner: Brock Lesnar
*Post Match, Steven Black appeared on the FoleyTron™ and challenged Brock to a match at the next Pay Per View claiming that it would be a November Brock would always Remember. Lesnar just nods and does the Brock Bounce™ in response indicating his acceptance.*
Leaders of the New School Face Off
Sex Fiend vs. Vinnie Vincent
Another great match here with each of the grapplers showing off their skills in the ring. In a battle of both submissions and slams the match was extremely technically sound. Around the 15 minute mark, Sex Fiend sets Vinnie up for his Sexecutioner finishing maneuver but Vincent reverses it and hits what appears to be a new finisher of his own which we are informed is called the DeGenerator! He scores the 1...2...3, much to the delight of the home town crowd and helps Sex Fiend up and they embrace, again to the fans approval.
Your Winner by Pinfall via a DeGenerator: Vinnie Vincent
BPCW Midwest Title Match
Essa Rios vs. Frat Boy (c)
In a great showing of Cruiserweight-style action, Frat Boy and Essa Rios gave it there all. In a curious turn of events, we saw the Interpreter getting involved in the match actually incapacitating Frat Boy long enough for Essa Rios to reach the top rope and hit his trademark corkscrew moonsault. Similar to their last encounter at Chaos, the Interpreter followed suit and hit a corkscrew moonsault of her own. Rios went for the pin, but unfortunately only gained a two count before being pulled out by a vamped up Lita coming to the aid of Frat Boy. Lita proceeds to keep the Interpreter busy, while the Frat Boy hits what old WWE fans may known as the Stratusfear, now being dubbed the Keg Stand for the 1...2...3 at 7:32.
Your Winner and STILL BPCW MIdwest Champion: Frat Boy
Women's Fatal Fourway Stephanie McMahon vs. The Sensational Sara vs. "The Fallen Angel" Lauren Rath vs. Mother Russia
Steph is eliminated early via an Iron Curtain by the newest addition to the BPCW's Women's roster, Mother Russia. Shortly thereafter Rath gains the upper hand on the Sensational M.D. Sara and hits a Fall from Grace off the top rope to eliminate her leaving only two women in the ring. They battled viciously for almost 10 more minutes before one gained the advantage long enough to take the upper hand. Eventually Lauren once again went to the top rope and was positioning herself to hit another Fall From Grace, but out of the crowd came Big Red of the UCW! She proceeded to knock Rath off of the top turnbuckle sending her flying off directly into the guard rail. She continued her reign of violence by entering the ring and hitting her It Must Be The Navy finishing move on Mother Russia. Unfortunately for this sea-going swashbuckler, Rath was given time to recover and ran into the ring resulting in the immediate exit of Big Red. The camera panned first to red and then to Rath whose lip had been cut wide open by the fall onto the rail. She wiped a bit of the blood onto her hand and then licked it, smiling as Big Red just stared on with both disgust and malicious intent still in her eyes.
Your Winner: No Contest
Ten Man Team Battle Royal
Raven/X/Magnus/Saturn/Sabu vs. Sex Pistol/Jon Seitz/Ian Wolfe/Val Venis/Mark Bickler
This match is a knock-down, drag-out slobberknocker seeing the Flock and The Dark Side team up to take on Sex Pistol and his Playboys. Resulting in part by Sabu's interference last month at Chaos there was a quick effort to eliminate him as Bickler and Wolfe immediately made a bee-line for him. They are quickly intercepted by Saturn and Magnus and the 10 men are quickly embroiled in a massive tangle of flesh, bone, and eventually blood. Saturn is the first eliminated followed soon by his stable-mate X. The Flock rallies back and manages to take out Seitz, Venis, and Bickler before having Magnus ousted by Ian Wolfe leaving Wolfe and Sex Pistol from the Playboys and Sabu and Raven from the Flock. The rivals, Pistol and Raven pair up leaving Wolfe to deal with Sabu. The shiekey (hehe, get it?) Dark Side-r gains the upperhand and goes for his triple jump finisher but Wolfe regains his wits and clocks Sabu with his own chair. In a flurry of movement he quickly runs toward Raven who makes a timely duck of the swinging Wolfe who in turn ends up clocking Pistol with the chair sending him over the top rope. With a headful of rage boiling over Wolfe turns to Raven with the chair and runs, but Raven side-steps him and hits a drop toe hold which he promptly follows up with a Evenflow DDT onto the steel chair rendering The Skinny One unconcious. The referee ends the match with the Flock taking this one home via KO at the 23:17 mark.
Your Winner via the Evenflow DDT K.O.: Raven
BPCW World Heavyweight Title Match Icon 2000 vs. Rictor (c)
A long strenuous battle which compared very favorably to their bouts in the past with various technical and submission moves eminating from the arsenal of the Icon while Rictor relied heavily on his quickness to keep his longtime adversary at bay. Despite the length and intensity of the previous match, the crowd was in this one the whole way to the finish. A series of false endings had the fans on their feet and it wasn't until the second I2Screw and the following events that they truly exploded. At the registering of two in the fans ears, Rictor got his foot on the rope but Icon 2000 blocked his vision by positioning himself in front of the match-saver while the referee counted the 3. I2K triumphantly marched around the ring with his newly won belt but as he cheered profusely and gloated the corporate music hit and out comes hometown boy, Randall Turco who tells the referee of the foot on the rope who in turns restarts the match much to I2K's chagrin. The two combatants lock up again and the Icon immediately capitalizes on Rictor's weakened state, but has his Iconoclasm reversed into an Epicenter Suplex! Rictor does his jumping rage filled taunt signalling none other than his trademarked Shockwave which he hits with ease and gathers the 1...2...3... for another successful title defense at the 20:41 mark.
Your Winner and STILL BPCW World Heavyweight Champion: Rictor
*Postmatch, they have a staredown and Icon 2000 yells about how he was screwed, but Rictor just mocks him with a crying motion and then mounts the turnbuckle to the acceptance of the thousands of Michiganders in attendance.*
END SHOW
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