*Just as the bell finishes ringing "Dynamite" Dave Drexxel of Big Time makes his way over to the ring announcer, pushes him out of his seat and steals his mic, taking a second for his partner, and returns to his stolen ringside seat. He hands the second mic to Scott "The Shit" Tokage and the two settle back and prepare to unleash some words of wisdom onto the combatants in the ring and the fans in attendance.*

Scott **on house mic**: Alright, I guess that bell signals tonight's intermission? Time for all you drunks to go get another beer!

Back in the ring Marcus King and Starchild start this one off. And right off the bat Starchild shocks Markus and excutes a dropkick that nearly took King's head off it's shoulders. King gets up slowly to hit feet, he slowly rubs his chin which is beat red. Markus circles Starchild with a pissed off look...

Scott: **sarcastically** Oh no, Marcus looks pissed!

Dave: Look out guys, he's turning the ugly up! Run!

Starchild goes in for the attack first with a hard right hand, which is blocked by King. King follows it up with a headbutt, followed by a quick a snap suplex. King doesn't wait for his opponent to get up, instead he shoots himself to the ropes and as Starchild gets up, he nails him with a flying forearm that decks the high flying Starchild right back to the canvas. Luckily for Starchild, he got knocked all the way over to his partner Sunfire, and he quickly makes the tag. Sunfire darts into the ring after King with a chop to the throat of King, un-successfully stopped Starchild from making the tag.

Dave: Learn how to cut the ring in half you punk asses!

Scott: Wait, I want to see this. If that amazing chop to the throat is any indication, Sunfire is gonna wipe the floor with King. Did you see that move? Wham! Right to the throat!

Now Starchild leans over the ropes holding Markus King's arms trapping him in the corner. Sunfire backs up quickly, gets a full head of steam, and leaps from nearly halfway across the ring with a STINGER Splash. After that impact King crumples to the mat and the firey 'Serial Thrilla' begins to put heavy boots to his body. Sunfire now picks up King and sends him crashing back down on his neck with a release German Suplex. Sunfire quickly makes the tag... Before his partner can take control, he excutes a backbreaker, and then leaves him in that position as Starchild perches on the top rope and comes flying down with a Guillotine Legdrop. That's the VEG-O-MATIC. Haven't seen that move in ages!

Dave: Sorry guys, but that little manuever is nowhere near the quality of the Damn Good Drop. Try putting some effort into it and doing a 360 leg drop like Scotty over here.

Sunfire heads out to the apron as Starchild takes over. He lays King to rest with a thunderous bodyslam and once again scales the ropes. What's he going to do here? Oh MY looks to be a moonsault! Oh my...King somehow moved out of the way at the last second and Starchild hit hard right on his sternum. King gets to his knees and takes a quick breather.

Dave: **laughing** Somebody stop the damn match before this idiot kills himself with his own idiocy!

Scott: I imagine this is what Allocca's house looks like... Two nearly unconcious half naked guys laying around. My house of course looks more like tonight's jello match...YUMMY!

King gets to his feet first, he grabs Starchild to his feet and begins to throw brutal rights and lefts. Markus throws a boot into his ribs, spins him 180 degrees and executes an atomic drop! King wipes the sweat off his forehead and makes a much needed tag to "Explicent Content" Greg Allocca. Allocca is in the ring now jumping up and down ready to go! He darts toward Star and lays him out with a hard fight fist. Allocca moves back gathering some steam...he runs forward does a 360 spin...and throws a discus type punch nailing Sunfire so hard as he flipped over the ropes to the outside almost hyper extending that left knee! Allocca starts to run toward the ropes...OH MY GOD! A suicide swan dive over the top rope and he nails Sunfire!! The crowd rises to their feet in appreciation as Allocca continues his relentless attack, slamming Fire's head into the edge of the apron.

As Allocca heaves Sunfire to the other side causing him to SMASH up against the steel barrier something odd happens. What the hell is that? Some fan just jumped over the barricade! Now he has the figure four on Allocca! I know this fed is low in money...but how 'bout some damn security guards! Or at least cut-down on the beer supply!

Scott: Wow! That's the most well executed move I've seen in this whole match!

Dave: Somebody give this guy a development deal! Right now!

Security is trying to pull this stupid fuck off of Allocca. Meanwhile Markus King has snuck over to the top rope. He scales the top turnbuckle quickly...Shooting Star Press and a BEAUTY!! The crowd roars with "Ooooohhhs" as he lands on top of Sunfire who was taking cheap shots at the wrapped up Allocca. Now King is swinging away with fists of fire on Sunfire, and he tosses him right over the barrier into the front row. Starchild is in the ring now...he springs a running start off the ropes...he slides, but Markus was ready! King is turned around right as Star attempts a baseball slide...Markus grabs Star's legs and allows them around his neck, he then spins and SLAMS Starchild to the concrete with a variation Spinebuster! OH MY GAWD what a move! Security is still trying to seperate the fan from Allocca. They finally rip him away and they start to cuff him. As they do, we se that he is sporting a nasty shiner on his eye. I guess Allocca wasn't to into the idea of wrestling the fans tonight eh? As security start to take him to the back, and presumably to the local joint, he starts to scream out the following:

*with a slur* BSPW Fucking Rules!! I'll be back next week if it kills me!! Anyone got any tickets?! Who has tickets? He'll be back next week? I sure as hell hope not. The fan is a fucking idiot, not to mention we already have a full roster. Oh well, the young man is sporting a black eye now, so ticket or not, the night is over for him. A word of warning to the young fans out there don't try this at hom...Hell what am I saying? Go ahead and try this at home. Slap the taste out of your friends mouth. Try your damndest to break his head open with a DDT, and do leaps from trash dumpsters and buildings. Because dammit, this what AMERICA is about. It's a free country. But on to more important things...What's going on in this match?

Ok...the chaos seems to be over now, and Allocca is the legal man in the ring, and is currently in the corner getting his head tattoed to the top turnbuckle by Starchild..1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..1..no wait! The tenth one is blocked by Allocca And the fans are going nuts for 'Freaks on a Leash' after those great series of moves we just saw on the outside!

Scott: I can't believe I just saw some guy sell the turnbuckle. I feel dirty just being here now.

Dave: It doesn't hurt unless the pad is removed, moron.

Allocca blocked the tenth one by nailing an elbow to the sternum of Starchild and now an elbow to the head of Starchild. Greg whips him off the ropes and on his way back he jumps backwards, wrapping his hands around his neck and comes down with an Oh my god of a Diamond Cutter! Starchild is laid the hell out on the mat, and this one appears to be over. Allocca makes the cover... 1....2.......wait a minute! He just pulled Starchild up and tosses him towards his partner. King grabs Star from behind and yanks him over the ropes and to the outside. Allocca is begging Sunfire to come and get some! Look at him taunting the poor guy. The fans are popping like crazy!

Allocca!!! Allocca!!! Allocca!!! Allocca!!! Allocca!!!

Scott and Dave: **trying to start a chant of their own** Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring

Damn you would think this kid was Rocky Johnson or something, the way the fans are chanting his name right now. Look at Sunfire, he is really reluctant to lock horns with him. But the ref is starting to count his team out, so he has no choice. These guys really are "freaks", I mean they had the match won, but pulled their opponent up, only to throw him to his partner so they could deliver more punishment? Whats with that? Sunfire is finally in the ring, and with the aid of a well timed thumb to the eye he gets the momentary advantage. Sunfire uses that cheap/slim advantage to enable him to execute a powerful bulldog. Fire quickly drags the dazed Allocca up. He wraps his body around the "explicit" one and balls him up in a crucifix pin! This could be it! And what an upset it would be! 1..2..foot on the ropes. Damn! I thought we had a huge upset right there.

Dave: This is supposed to be "Professional" Wrestling, right?

Scott: This is probably just a curtain jerker audition for Solley.

Allocca gets up with a shocked look on his face as Sunfire is gloating in his own "weird" way (making never seen before hand gestures). Greg quickly runs forward with fury in his eyes, turns Fire around, then slaps the taste right out of his mouth before a perfectly executed belly to back suplex soon after. Before tagging in the NAWF legend Markus King, Allocca places Sunfire on his shoulders as his parnter immediately goes to the top rope. King pauses there for a moment before leaping off with a flying follow-through clothesline!! (Doring and Roadkills "Lancaster Lariat of Lust") Wow! These guys are decimating their competition right now! Markus King covers, but the referee is out of position trying to control the Serial Thrillaz valet "Moonbaby" as she steps up to the apron. I thought "everything goes" in the BSPW. Oh well, can you blame rookie referee Junior Morrison? Moonbaby is one piece of ass...I'd rather grope her "professionally" than make a 3 count. Markus King is now chastising the ref a bit. He looks LIVID, and he has every right! He wants this match to be over with so he can begin resting for his Television Title match-up!

Dave: Oh look, a lover's spat.

Wait! Look at Sunfire, he is headed to the outside. This is probably a smart move on his part. He needs to break the momentum and start over, because what they are doing right now obviously isn't working at this point. Sunfire is talking to a fan and what the hell is that fan doing?! He just handed Sunfire his chair!! Haven't we had enough fan interaction tonight? And just as he does, Sunfire slides back into the ring and cracks it over the back of Markus King's skull! OW!

Scott: Damn, does this fed have any security at all? I guess the 75 cent uniforms that Solley provides doesn't give these guys much incentive to enforce any actual rules or laws.

And now he picks Marcus King into a bodyslam type position and drops him on the top rope throatfirst. What the Hell? Starchild now on the top turnbuckle. A Double Arm DDT by Sunfire, followed immediatly by a Flying Elbow by Starchild! Nice teamwork by the Thrillaz. Markus King is in serious trouble here. What is Sunfire doing? He just rolled King onto the announcers table and is now headed up to his favorite spot, the top rope. As Starchild is getting it on with Allocca after intercepting him in the middle of the ring. What move is thie crazy son-of-a-bitch going to try now? It's a...

Off the Top Rope Somersault Senton With A Twist!!!

Damn!! A move like that, through a table would kill any normal man! But this man has no concept of what is CRAZY and what isn't. Also, this aint a pansy ass federation! I could keep you in the dark as to what happened, and who is damn near vegetable status now...but I won't. So, here's the deal. That was an unbelievable gamble by Sunfire..and he crapped out...meaning Marcus King, somehow found the strength to roll off the table at the very last second Sunfire went straight through the table, exploding it to pieces! He is clutching his backside, he may have just snapped something down there like a fucking twig! And for what? NOTHING.

Dave: Here we go. Nothing saves a crappy match like the continued use of weapons by nimrods who couldn't hit their mark if it was pasted to their ass.

Scott: I bet King could hit his mark if it was pasted to Allocca's ass, if you know what I mean.

Markus King hasn't been able to take advantage of this situation yet... wait I spoke too soon. Markus King is up and he takes Sunfire and rolls him back into the ring. Markus goes to the apron, uses the top rope as a slingshot and catapults himself on top of the BROKEN Sunfire with a Senton type splash (a la Eddy Guerrero). King now tags in his partner...And what's this?? Both men are on the top rope?! Allocca is behind Marcus King?! and Now...HOLY SHIT! Alloca leaps over King...STARCHILD is in the ring...Alloca gliding through the air in a splash...HOLY SHIT!!! STARCHILD JUST GRABBED AHOLD OF ALLOCCA'S NECK MID-AIR AND CAUGHT HIM WITH A DIAMOND CUTTER!! Wow, I cannot believe this! UPSET! UPSET! !...2...3! The Serial Thrillaz get the win!!

Scott: Man, I wouldn't want to have been in the room when they came up with that move. Just imagine what they were doing when they said "Hey! I'll bend down and you get behind me! This'll be a great finisher!"

Dave: For the first time ever I have no comment.

(The fans are booing/laughing at these jokers for the better part of this match...but after awhile anything gets old ya know? And these two clowns exceeded that a loooong time ago. Something has to be done. And by looking at the rampway, something might be FINALLY happening. It looks like we have Co. President Solley with a microphone and he looks about ready to speak. SAVE US SOLLEY!)

Mr. Solley: Uhhhhhh Ummmm. (Mr. Solley clears his throat on the microphone..)

Scott: Hey Dave. Look over there. I think I recognize that guy.

Dave: Yeah. Back in the EWA days, right?

Scott: Yeah, didn't he carry our luggage to the arenas?

Dave: Hey you! Go get us some beverages. (to crowd) And somebody find me a whore!!

Scott nudges Dave

Dave: Two whores!!!

Mr. Solley: I don't know what Ryan Monk was thinking when he signed you two clowns to a contract, but I remember your antics in the EWA. I sign you guys to a Very lucrative contract, with a huge signing bonus, you wrestle three matches, get your first paychecks and your signing bonus, then you get ghost? What the hell was that?

Scott: Don't feed us that crap. We were well on our way to tag team gold when one day we wake up and our release papers are slipped under the hotel room door.

Dave: What the Hell was that? You were just afraid we'd cripple all of your so called talent.

Mr. Solley: More likely, you were afraid of actual competiton for the first time in your so-called careers.

Scott and Dave look at each other, then Solley, then each other again and burst out in laughter.

Dave: Stop! I'm gonna piss!

Scott: As I remember it, we plowed through the goons you threw at us. Hell, I took the Light Heavyweight belt in my first singles match!

Mr. Solley: Bottom line is this...I don't like you two punks. I don't know how many matches you think you guys got in those so-called rehabilitated bodies of yours, but if you even think of pulling another EWA Stunt like that again, I'll make Damn sure you never wrestle again.

Dave: Oh no, the bell hop's pissed at us. Don't lose our luggage this time, you pathetic slob.

Scott: What are you gonna do? Fight us yourself? That's a laugh.

Mr. Solley: Nahh, that would be too easy. I do know this though...from now until I run your asses out of this federation, I'm going to work your asses like dogs. If that means I have to go out and scout talent myself in order to do it? So be it. But I think i have the PERFECT tag team waiting in the wings.

Dave: Oooohhhh. I hope it's not the Conquistadors.

Scott: Come on now. You can't possibly think that there are any two men in this world that can match the greatness that is Big Time! It's just not possible.

Dave: No, I've got it! It's the EsSEX Twins. Let's make it an Iron Man match.

Mr. Solley: Keep on laughing., but theres an old saying and it goes a little something like this: "He who laughs last, laughs best"...and I plan on laughing all the way to the bank. As for you two clowns, I think the crowd has had just about enough of you two for one night. I know I sure as hell have! So let's let the boys in blue do the job. Have a good night girls.

Scott: Wait, what about the match. I'll do it right now! Come on, bring out the twins!

Dave: Call back your dogs, Solley. We'll show ourselves out. Come on Scott.

Scott: Nawww, I want the match. NOW!!!!

Mr. Solley: Well then, get to stepping and don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya.

Dave: We're leaving, but remember this...you're time is gonna come, Solley... and our time is BIG TIME!

(With that Big Time drops the two mics and turn down the aisle, leaving through the crowd. As Scott and Dave make their exit the crowd roars in cheers...Not because they like 'Big Time', but simple because they are LEAVING!)