[Recorded Earlier.]

[Camera fades in from black, and the camera pans around an empty arena, filled with desolate chairs, and an old wrestling ring setup in the middle of the arena. The camera zooms in on a spotlight shining into the ring, showing a lone figure. The figure looks up into the camera and it is shown that he has long black hair, bright red eyes, and he is wearing a black t-shirt that says Feel the Thunder. He smiles as he leans against a corner]

Man: Well, well, well, it is about time that you have finally arrived. I must admit, I was beginning to think that you were never going to show up. Anyway, let me get this over with. I am about to make my remarkable return to the BJWC and defeat 4 other men for the vacant World Title. I must admit I was rather shocked when I was notified about the title match, but I am not complaining.

Gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself for the few that do not remember me from my first trek here into the BJWC. I am Zed "The Black Thunder" Logan, and I will guarentee you that after tomorrow night, you will all understand what it means by "Feel The Thunder." I know I may sound cliche here, but gentlemen, prepare yourself for one helluva fight, because I am bound and determined enough to last the 45 minute time limit in the Battle Royal for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Good Night, gentlemen, and may Lady Luck shine on me.

[Zed laughs as the camera zooms back out and the lights begin to flicker.]

[A tall figure stands over Zed with a baseball bat and spray paints the letter "E" on his chest.]

[Fade back to the announcers.]

E: This guy has to be stopped! He is everywhere!

T: Damn we couldn't see his face. I think it's Roadkill.

E: Nah, Roadkill is too short to be this guy. He's HUGE!

T: He reminds me of someone but I can't put my finger on it.

Ring Announcer: Coming to the ring is guess referee Santiago Damingo, the world's biggest luchadore.

[Spanish luchadore music play as he slowly walks down into the ring.]

E: Can you even really call this giant a lucha? I mean look at him!!

T: NO!! LOOK AT ME!!

E: Ugh.

[The lights dim and a red haze comes over the arena. "Won't Back Down" by Fuel comes over the PA. The song hits a beat and there is a explosion at the entrance way. As the music gets more intense you see Wrec Hannibal walk out from behind the curtain wearing a black trench coat, no shirt, black tight with the red bone lettering spelling out Hannibal. Wrec takes a couple steps forward, looks out at the crowd with a cocky look while Tiffany Chaos walks from behind the curtain wearing a tight black leather tank top and black leather pants.]

#I know what darkness mean
s (and the void you learned from me)
The isolation steams
(So I think it wants to bleed)
The echoes in my brain
(All the things you said to me)
You took my everything
Now I'm coming for you!#

[Wrec begins to walk down to the ring with the same cocky look on his face as Tiffany walks down two steps behind him.]

#I won't back down
I will not bow
I've come to bring you hell
I can't forget
Things you did
I've come to bring you hell#

[Wrec slides into the ring and walks over to the turnbuckle as Tiffany walks around the outside of the ring cheer on Wrec.]

#The shadows that you see
(In the places that you sleep)
Are memories of me
(Better pray your soul to keep)
The truth behind your eyes
(You know the thing you never see)
Your darkest little lies
I'm coming for you!#

[Wrec stretches out his arms into a under hook flex, then points both of his thumbs towards himself in a cocky manner in spite of the crowd booing him.]

[Suddenly the lights fade out around the arena, as a low rumbling tone comes on the speakers as a white fog slowly rolls in from the entrance. On the BJWCtron the words The future appear in big, bold gold letters. As that word flashes repeatedly on the screen. The song "Headstrong" by Trapt starts to play as Clinton Walker starts through the entrance wearing a pair of black jean shorts and a white button up shirt with blue flames and his hair slicked back.]

#Circling your, circling your, circling your head
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth I got a doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out
See you later I see your fantasy; you want to make it
A reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads, yeah#

[As Clinton starts at the entrance, he walks to the beginning of the ramp, and points to the sky and then the ring. As Clinton starts to walk down the ramp he turns and points towards the entrance to call out his manager.]

#Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
Back off we'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong#

[At that time Ryan Walker comes with cane in one hand and a grey $3000 dollar Armani suit on his body. On his other hand his fiancée Gina strolls along wearing a full length sleeveless crimson dress, with a whole lot of cleavage showing as well.]

Headstrong we're Headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
And this is not where you belong
I can't give everything away
I won't give everything away

[As Clinton, Ryan, and Gina start to go down the ramp, the song starts to get heavier which gets Clinton bucked up which makes him run down to the ring.]

#Conclusions manifest your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you're full of shit and that's alright
That's how you play I guess you get through every night
Well now that's over
I see your fantasy; you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads, yeah well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
Back off we'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong#

[As Clinton rushes to the ring, he runs to the turnbuckle and jumps to the middle rope. As he stands on the middle rope he stares out to the audience and screams out loud. The Ryan and Gina slowly make their way to the ring.]

#Headstrong we're Headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong
And this is not where you belong where you belong
I can't give everything away
This is not where you belong
I won't give everything away
I know, I know all about your motives inside and your decision to hide
Back off we'll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're Headstrong
Back off I'll take you on Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
And this is not where you belong I can't give everything away this is not where you belong this is not where you belong.

[As the song slowly fades, Clinton stands outside the ring with his manager to talk strategy.]

E: Here comes "Black Thunder" Zed Logan…

[Zed walks out onto the entranceway, raises his arms, then drops them and flames shoot out along the aisle way, and ring posts, then walks to the ring, climbs over the top rope and raises one arm up.]

[Out of nowhere David Dunn comes through the crowd and enters the ring.]

E: Let's get this thing on!

[!!DING!!]

[!!DING!!]

E: Dunn and Logan trading blows in the middle of the ring! Dunn's getting the better of Logan! Logan goes down!!

T: Logan quickly to his feet, but Dunn knocks him back down to the mat with another big fist!

E: Again, Logan is up, and again, Dunn drops him with a right to the jaw!!

T: Dunn in the for the kill! He smells blood alread-- WAIT!!

E: Fujiwara Arm bar! Japanese armdrag!! And just like that, Logan takes control!!

T: Dunn to his feet! Logan stalks him!!

E: Belly-to-belly suplex!! Dunn's back bounces off the mat!!

E: "Black Thunder" is looking good!!

T: Not that good, James! Dunn just caught Logan with a DDT!!

E: And now Dunn's picking Logan up! Dunn tosses Logan over the top!!

E: BLACK THUNDER IS ELIMINATED!!

T: NO! Logan landed on the apron! He's still in this thing!

E: Dunn doesn't see him though! Dunn's going after Wrec!!

T: Bad move! Wrec has Dunn by the throat!! Wrec hoists Dunn into the air!!

E: Wrec moves Dunn closer to the ropes! Look at the power of Wrec Hannibal!

T: Dunn's about to be choke-slammed over the top and out to the floor!!

E: NO!! Logan just caught Wrec with a heel kick to the back of the head!! Wrec drops Dunn to the canvas!!

T: And now both Dunn and Logan are working over Wrec!!

E: Wrec drops to his knees! Dunn and Logan stay on him!!

T: But wait!! Wrec has them BOTH by the neck!! Double chokeslam!!

E: NO!! Dunn and Logan both kick Wrec in the groin! Wrec folds like an accordian!

T: Wrec's down, as Dunn and Logan move in.

E: WAIT!! Dunn cheap shots Logan from behind.

T: And here comes more trouble!! Wrec's up, and he's behind Dunn!!

E: Yeah, and Dunn doesn't see him!

T: Walker bull rushes Wrec!!

E: Walkermania with a series of big fisted rights and lefts! He's hammering Wrec!!

E: Walker has Wrec on the ropes!! He's a figher!!

T: He's a nutjob, pops! The guy thinks he's living in the 80's!

E: He might be a bit onorthodox, but when it comes to the hardcore style, Walker's an ace!!

T: Well, yeah, but so is Dunn, who's now joining Walker in his attack of Wrec!!

E: And now we've got Logan helping them out, too! It's three against one and Wrec's against the ropes!!

T: Against the ropes? They've got him spread across the turnbuckle! Wrec's about to go over the top!!

E: Wait a minute!! Dunn just flipped Logan over the top!! Logan crumbles to the floor!!

[!!"Black Thunder" Zed Log has been ELIMINATED!!]

E: That's payback for Logan trying to eliminate Dunn earlier in the match when the two of them were working together against Wrec!!

T: Logan is the first man eliminated from the rumble, and that might have been a mistake made by Dunn!

E: Maybe, considering the fact that Wrec is tearing into Dunn again!

T: Wrec jumps on Walker!! Now it's Wrec with chops to Walker's chest as he slumps down in the corner!

E: Dunn's still trying to get rid of Wrec, but it doesn't look like he's having much luck!

T: Wrec's been on the defensive, but now he's back on track as he pummels Dunn into the corner!!

E: Wrec whips Dunn to the opposite corner! Wrec follows in with a huge avalanche!!

T: Dunn's in pain! Dunn's in trouble!!

E: And now Wrec whips Dunn all the way back to the corner they started in! Wrec again running after him!!

T: Wrec with another big avalanche splash!!

E: But here comes Walkermania!! Clinton clotheslines Dunn out of the ring!! Dunn is eliminated!!

T: No he's not!! Dunn, for the second time this match, manages to land on the apron! Dunn's still in this one!!

E: Wrec and Walker trading blows in the middle of the ring!

T: Walker chops Wrec's chest red and blue!! Wrec caves into the corner, and Walker's trying to eliminate him!!

E: And Dunn's back in there now! He's trying to help Walker eliminate Wrec!!

T: Wrec face rakes Walker! Then face rakes Dunn!!

E: Walker quickly headlock's Wrec in the corner!!

T: Wrec hoists Walker up!! Belly-to-back suplex!! Walker hits the mat hard!!

E: But look! Walker STILL with the headlock!!

T: Wrec struggles to his feet, Walker still holding on!!

E: Walker whipped into the ropes!! Wrec waits!!

T: Big back body drop!!

E: NO! Walker hooked Wrec's head!! Neckbreaker!!

E: Is it just me, or is that timer running awfully fast?

T: It's just you, old timer.

E: Wait wait look, Dunn sneaks up on Walker and Walker goes over the top... No, Walker's body is on the apron and he quickly rolls back into the ring. That was a close one.

E: Walker is going to have to be more incognito if he wants to win this one. He has a painted target on him and everyone is looking at.

T: Wow, that was a good one dad... no really.

E: Walker with a big right hand to Dunn's jaw! Walker continuing with the hard right hands, and the crowd is behind the kid.

[Walker drives his boots into the midsection of Dunn. Several hard shots force Dunn to lean against the turnbuckle, gasping for air. Walker forces Dunn to his feet.]

!!SMACK!!

!!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

E: An electric pain shooting through Dunn's body. Walker with a thunderous chop to Dunn's chest.

!!SMACK!!

!!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

E: Dunn's chest is red from those chops from Walker!

T: LOOK AT ME! WOOOOOOOOO!!!

[Walker sends Dunn towards the opposite turnbuckle with an irish whip]

E: Dunn reverses.

[Walker is thrown chest first into the unforgiving turnbuckle pads. Walker reeling backwards, right into Dunn.]

T: Wrec is on his feet!

E: Oh, no! They don't even see him!

T: DOUBLECLOTHESLINE!!

E: NO! Dunn ducks and Wrec knocks Clinton over the top rope!

[!!WALKERMANIA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!]

T: One down, two to go!

E: Wrec cannot believe it! He stalks over to Dunn and rocks him with a hard right hand!

[OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!]

T: BUT DAVID DUNN HOLDS ON TO A ROPE! He's been holding on for more than half an hour, and by God, he's not going to let go now!

E: Another right!

T: And another!

E: And another! And still, DUNN stays up! And--yes! DUNN fires back with a left!

T: This is so dumb.

E: Dunn is fighting off Wrec!

T: Both men firing shots, back and forth, neither man giving an inch!

E: Dunn doesn't have too many inches to give!

E: Oh my god look, rake to the eyes by Wrec and now almost has Dunn over the top rope. Wrec is GOING to eliminate David Dunn from this match. He just needs a little more leverage.

T: Wrec is pushing Dunn out and it looks like he's almost over.

E: LOOK!! The referee is moving in….WHAT IS HE DOING???!!!

T: The Referee steps behind Wrec and pushes them both over. The referee has ELIMINATED BOTH WREC HANNIBAL AND DAVID DUNN!!

E: What does this mean?

T: This means we have no champion!!

E: He's calling for the mic!!

DAMINGO: Listen up, fella's. I've waited so long for this moment. The moment to once again see the BJWC World Title, the moment to touch it, the moment to win it. I've had to watch a worthless puke like you hold it over and over while I defended the countless other titles I held.

T: Other titles? Santiago has been here before?

DAMINGO: I spent almost two years, prepping for this, prepping for the moment I had my chance. Well, my chance is here and you are the only men standing in my way.

[Pause.]

DAMINGO: And as soon as the match is written up...both of you and that World Title are mine. Cause Dunn...you may be The Franchise...

[Santiago rips off his mask as the fans go wild.]

T: IT'S CYRIS RAVEN...OH MY GOD!

RAVEN: ...but I'm a Legend and to some a GOD!!

[Cyris Raven tosses the mask over the top rope at David Dunn.]

[Suddenly 'Last Resort' by Papa Roach blares over the speakers as Cyris makes his way to the back.]

T: Cyris Raven is back and he looks meaner then ever.

E: He just screwed two guys out of the BJWC Heavyweight Championship!!

T: I get it now....remember the letters...he was trying to tell us he was coming!!

E: That egoticisical bastard!!

T: Well folks it's time to go but tune in next week to Tuesday Night Riot.

E: Be here or be square!

[End of Transmission]

Credits:

1/3 of Riot Malice
2/3 of Riot Marcus Staples