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BL: Yeah, thanks Larry. Isn't the little lady able to speak for herself? Now shut up while I tell the fans about what we have in store tonight. LM: But... [Becky glares at Larry, who looks sheepish and shuts up.] BL: Tonight's main event pits the Subway Psycho against Brad Kinder of the Horsemen. Flare, another Horseman, will face Moondust here tonight, and we'll also see Fisto Flash battle the Man Of Steel as these two newcomers make their debuts. Plus we'll see the Alphabet Boys take on Stunt Team USA. All in all, this looks to be a great card! Okay, Larry, you can take over again. LM: [slightly annoyed] Gee, thanks, Becky. Well, it's just about time for our first matchup... Let's go down to ringside. [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Fisto Flash vs. Man of Steel ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LM: I'm really looking forward to this next matchup between two newcomers to the IIWF. Fisto Flash and Man of Steel both arrive in the IIWF with impressive credentials. BL: Yeah, and I hear that Fisto Flash is a cutie. LM: Could we keep this conversation on wrestling, please Becky? BL: You call this a conversation? ["Eye of the Tiger" begins to blare over the PA system and Fisto Flash appears to a mild heel pop. He follows his manager, Robo Stone, to the ring and threatens to backslap several hissing fans with his metal fist. As soon as he enters the ring, "Made in Heaven" begins to play and the fans cheer Man of Steel as he makes his first appearance. He strides confidently down the aisle, smiling and hi-fiving the fans.] LM: Well, it's easy to see who the fan favorite is tonight. BL: Look at the Man of Steel's getup, would you? I didn't know we had phone booths backstage at the IIWF Coliseum LM: Please, Becky. It looks like we're ready for action in this matchup. [The timekeeper's bell rings and both men stare across the ring at each other. Fisto Flash gets instructions from Robo Stone and immediately charges the smaller Man of Steel. The Man of Steel ducks under his grasp, turns and delivers a solid drop kick to Fisto Flash's chin, knocking the big man off his feet. Man of Steel follows up with a leg drop and applies a leglock to keep his opponent on the mat.] BL: It looks like Man of Steel came into this matchup with a good game plan. He's giving away four inches and almost 80 pounds, so he's keeping the cute guy off his feet. LM: I'm really concerned about that metal fist, though. Someone could get seriously hurt by that thing. BL: Isn't that the idea, Larry? It's easy to tell you've never been in the ring. Besides, I'm sure IIWF President Dan "The Man" Spreadbury would never allow Fisto Flash in the ring if that fist were illegal. [Fisto Flash works his way to his feet, only to be slapped in a vise-like headlock. He finally shakes off Man of Steel toward the ropes, but is again flattened by a flying shoulderblock. Man of Steel takes advantage of his stunned opponent by climbing to the top turnbuckle, leaping high off the ropes, and planting his elbow squarely on Fisto Flash's head. He follows that with a leg drop across the throat.] LM: Man of Steel is really dominating this match so far, Becky. BL: It's still early, Larry. Fisto Flash is just wearing the little guy down. Uh-oh, here comes Robo Stone. We're going to see some action now. [Robo Stone climbs to the ring apron and gets the referee's attention. Man of Steel leaves Fisto Flash prone on the mat and charges to the ropes, grabbing Robo Stone by the collar. He makes a fist and looks to the crowd for approval. Big face pop. Before he can deliver the blow, Fisto Flash recovers and plants a knee in Man of Steel's back. He rolls him up in a small package . . . 1 - 2 - kick out!] LM: Wow, this match was almost over that quickly. BL: Man of Steel needs to keep his attention in the ring. Robo Stone accomplished exactly what he wanted there. Now Fisto Flash is in control and Man of Steel will feel his wrath. [Fisto Flash follows up with a backbreaker and goes to the top rope for an elbow drop. However, Man of Steel rolls out of the way and Fisto Flash hits nothing but canvas. Man of Steel follows with a dragon suplex and goes for the cover . . . 1 - kick out. He whips Fisto Flash into the ropes and delivers a clothesline on the way back. He covers again . . . 1 - 2 - kick out. Frustrated, Man of Steel climbs back to the top turnbuckle and signals to the crowd with his fist. Huge face pop] LM: Uh-oh, it looks like the Man of Steel is going to take flight. If he hits this, the match is going to be over! BL: Look at him mocking Fisto Flash! Look at . . . hey, what's this? [Robo Stone, seeing his man's predicament, circles around past the broadcast table. Behind the referee's back, he grabs one of Man of Steel's ankles and forces the wrestler to lose his balance. Man of Steel slips from the turnbuckle, whipping his neck across the top rope as he falls. Huge heel pop] LM: That was completely uncalled for! BL: You've gotta do what it takes to win, Larry. And the referee didn't see it, which makes it legal. LM: What are you talking about? [Fisto Flash recovers and sees his opponent writhing in pain. He holds his metal fist in the air to the boos of the crowd and runs his finger across his throat in a cutting motion. Grabbing Man of Steel by the hair and pulling him to his feet, Fisto Flash grins as he winds up and delivers a punishing punch. Man of Steel falls motionless to the mat. Fisto Flash merely stands above his opponent with his boot on Man of Steel's chest. 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding! Robo Stone climbs into the ring to celebrate with his man.] RA: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Fisto Flash. LM: Well, I've got to say that was one of the most disgusting displays I have ever seen! BL: Aw, Larry. Man of Steel wasn't THAT bad! [she giggles as Fisto Flash and Robo Stone leave the ring and Man of Steel is revived] Besides, they say losing builds character. You should know about that, Larry. LM: Well, I think the IIWF front office will have something to say about that loaded fist. We'll see. But now we've got an interesting matchup between two wrestlers with vastly different styles: Don Antonio versus Jack Haley, The Green Giant. Don Antonio vs. Jack Haley ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Big face pop as Jack Haley marches down the aisle followed by Don "Doc" Severnson. He even stops to pose with one young fan whose father snaps a photo. As he enters the ring, he moves to each corner of the ring, waving and smiling to the crowd.] BL: Wow, he's a big one isn't he Larry? LM: He's one of the biggest men in the IIWF, Becky, and one of the nicest guys you would ever want to meet. BL: Oh, I've met some really . . . really nice guys. LM: I'll just bet you have! [As the theme from The Godfather plays, Don Antonio walks slowly to the ring to little fanfare. The fans pretty much ignore him and he doesn't really seem to mind. He enters the ring and grabs the microphone from the ring announcer] DA: Hey Giant, I hear you're telling everyone how tough you are. [Haley smiles at him]. I hear you're telling everyone how you're championship material. [Haley laughs and gives him a "thumbs-up"]. Well I've watched the Venusian Death Cell kick your butt twice and I'm here to finish the job, see? [The smile drains from Haley's face and his eyes grow wide. He begins to snarl at Don Antonio] I might just leave enough of you for the VDC to have a little snack. [Haley begins shaking with rage]. I might just . . . [Don Antonio's final sentence is cut off as Haley charges from his corner and clotheslines Don Antonio over the top rope. The Sicilian hits the floor with a thud.] LM: Whoa, I think Don Antonio hit a nerve with The Giant! BL: And I think Haley hit more than Don Antonio's nerve. That's what I call a "Gangsta Rap!" [Flare and Miss Victoria Secret appear at the head of the aisle, and walk slowly style and profile down to ringside. Haley seems slightly bothered by their presence, but isn't distracted. The crowd jeer the Horseman and his manager, both of whom stand at the mouth of the aisle and watch.] LM: What interest does Flare have in this match, Becky? BL: I guess he must be a Don Antonio fan... [Haley climbs from the ring and begins pummeling Don Antonio with blows to the head. He picks up Don Antonio and performs an airplane spin on the coliseum floor. The Sicilian lands sharply on the ring barrier in front of the crowd.] BL: I've been wrestling a long time and that's one of the worst blows I've ever seen. LM: Don Antonio is hurt, Becky. There's no way he's going to get up from that! [Haley picks up Don Antonio and throws him into the ring over the top rope. To the amazement of all, he climbs to the top rope and flings his full weight onto Don Antonio's chest. He kneels over his opponent and again begins pounding Don Antonio's face with punches] LM: Don Antonio is out, Becky. The Giant has lost control. BL: It looks like the Venusian Death Cell has flipped a switch in the big guy's noggin. He's turned vicious! [Haley grabs Don Antonio's seemingly lifeless form and applies his full nelson. Don Antonio's feet are off the floor, but Haley holds him easily. The referee checks Don Antonio's arm and calls for the ring bell] RA: The referee has ruled that Don Antonio can no longer continue and has stopped this match. Here is your winner, Jack Haley. LM: This one is over. The Giant gets the win as the referee stops the match. BL: Yeah, mercifully for Don Antonio. Wow, what a beating he took! And look, he's still taking it! Haley won't release that full nelson! [Despite the referee's attempts, Haley continues the hold. Finally "Doc" Severnson enters the ring and speaks into Haley's ear. After a few seconds, Haley releases the hold and Don Antonio falls to the mat. Paramedics are quickly called in to remove Don Antonio from the ring. Flare seems impressed, and leaves ringside with Secret.] LM: I don't know if he has a television in his cell, but you'd better believe the Venusian Death Cell will hear about this. BL: Yeah, but the question is: will he understand any of it? There's no telling what will happen when Haley and the VDC hook up again, but I'm not sure I want to be too close to the action. They may not be mental heavyweights, but both men have proven they can brawl. LM: It looks like they've removed all the, uh, residue from the ring, so we're just about ready for our next match. Stunt Team USA vs. The Alphabet Boys ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Turbo B rocks the IIWF Coliseum as Stunt Team USA enters to cheers from the crowd. They display their athletic prowess by turning flips down the aisle on the way to the ring and easily leap over the top rope into the ring] LM: Wow, what an entrance by this new tag team, Stunt Team USA. You know, Becky, they've been hanging around the big stars in Hollywood for years. BL: Larry, I'll bet your friends are impressed that you've met me. Besides, "Showstopper" Simon Lebec is _my_ kind of movie star. Stunt Team USA are about to find out that the IIWF is about wrestling, not falling off of buildings. LM: Well, here comes a team no one is sure about -- the Alphabet Boys. [As "The Alphabet Song" fills the coliseum, the children in the audience begin to sing along. In fact, Abie and Zed sing along as they stagger to the ring. The adults boo them with vigor, but the Alphabet Boys laugh and boo back at the crowd] LM: There's no doubt that these guys are a few french fries short of a Happy Meal, if you know what I mean. We haven't seen the Alphabet Boys since the battle royal at Coronation Clash. BL: Yeah, it seems like we would have heard about their visit to the White House. LM: Their visit to . . .? Are you being serious? BL: The bell is ringing, Larry. [As the bell rings, Ron "Danger Freak" Fire is ready to open the match for Stunt Team USA. Both Alphabet Boys want to start, however. They begin pounding on each other screaming "me first." Finally, Abie hurls Zed through the ropes and the referee signals for the match to begin] LM: These two guys are nearly identical in size. They both tip the scale at more than 300 pounds each, so this should be a good power matchup. BL: You almost have me convinced you know what you're doing when you talk like that, Larry. [True enough, Abie and Fire meet in the middle of the ring and begin exchanging blows. Fire finally gains control and powerslams Abie. He whips Abie into the ropes and follows with a high backdrop. Fire continues the assault with a bulldog and tries for a cover, but Abie immediately kicks out] LM: Abie is really taking a beating in there but he's shown a lot of resilience. BL: No, Fire is just making the mistake of working on Abie's head. Everyone knows you can't hurt the Alphabet Boys there. LM: Hmmmm. Good point. [Fire tags in Steve "Airborne" Forget who immediately climbs the ropes and hits Abie with a flying clothesline. Abie gets to his feet and staggers to Stunt Team USA's corner. He extends his arm to Ron Fire and waits for a tag, but is greeted by a blow to the head. Spinning around, Abie is hit by Forget. He powers out of the corner and rakes Forget's eyes, then backs the smaller man into his own corner and makes the tag to Zed] LM: Wow, the Alphabet Boys actually made a tag! That may be the first and last time we see that in the IIWF. BL: You know, these guys may not be as dumb as you think. Sure, they are a bit unconventional, but that throws off their opponents. Besides, I hear Abie is cute under that mask of his. [Zed takes control with several chops to Forget's neck. He whips Forget into the turnbuckle and follows with a splash. Abie comes in and tries to help, but the referee cuts him off. Abie and Zed get into another argument, allowing Forget to get to his feet. Using the ropes to gain momentum, Forget hits both Abie and Zed with a dropkick sending them flying over the ropes.] LM: What an athletic move that was! I suppose that dispels some doubt about Stunt Team USA's wrestling ability, right Becky? BL: What counts in the IIWF is wins, Larry. When I see their hands raised, I'll believe these guys are for real. Besides, they've never been to the White House like the Alphabet Boys. LM: The White House. . . what are you talking about? BL: Call the match, Larry. [Despite never being tagged, Abie enters the ring and hits Forget with a headbutt and a press slam. He runs and dropkicks the far turnbuckle for no apparent reason, nearly hitting the referee in the process. He delivers four or five headbutts to the turnbuckle for good measure. Forget, who has staggered back to his corner, stares dumbfounded with his partner. Forget tags Fire, who enters the ring to encounter Abie still in a frenzy. Abie spots Fire and hits him with a clothesline and a slam. He whips Fire into the corner where Zed hammers him with a forearm. Abie then vaults into the corner and hits Zed with a forearm] LM: You're trying to tell me this is some sort of strategy, Becky? BL: Stunt Team USA looks confused by it. So do you, Larry. [Abie grabs Zed and suplexes him over the ropes. Zed hits hard as the wind is knocked from him. Abie jumps over Zed and begins attacking both Fire and Forget in their corner, only to be met with blows from both men. Fire hoists Abie into a gorilla press, but trips over Zed in the middle of the ring. Abie falls hard on top of Fire. 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Your winner, by pinfall, The Alphabet Boys! [Abie and Zed begin pounding on each other once again. Disgusted, Fire and Forget dash toward the duo and clothesline both over the top rope and out of the ring. Despite hitting the floor hard, Abie and Zed continue beating on each other all the way up the aisle.] LM: I've got to say that was one of the most unusual matches I've ever seen. BL: You know Larry, the one predictable thing about unpredictability is that it is unpredictably predictable. LM: Yes and . . . what was that again? BL: You've never been to the White House, have you, Larry? LM: What? Never mind... Coming to the ring right now is a young man guaranteed to make an impact in the IIWF. His sudden appearance last weekend is still being talked about. He may only be a rookie, but he looks very impressive. BL: He looked very impressive when I saw him in the locker room earlier. LM: What did you say? BL: Did I say something? LM: You just... oh, never mind. Joe Latta vs. Reno Blood ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BL: Latta? Isn't that some kind of espresso? Can't I just call him Mr. Coffee? [Latta walks slowly to the ring to the sounds of Alanis Morissette. Carla Daugherty precedes him, clapping her hands. There is mixed reaction from the fans, only some recognizing Latta from his sudden appearence on Saturday. He has an air of cockiness and arrogance about him.] LM: And accompanying him is the porcelain pretty Carla Daugherty... BL: Pretty? Maybe if you like the bimbo-cheerleader look. LM: She's a sweet young girl, which I can't say for you. BL: She's too young for you Larry, and I'm too good. LM: So who _is_ my age? BL: Grandma Moses. LM: [despairingly] Let's go to the action. [Reno Blood is already in the ring. Latta turns to hand his sunglasses to Carla and Reno attempts a blindside rush. Latta steps aside and Blood slams into the turnbuckle. Pop from the crowd. Latta shrugs nonchalantly.] LM: Speed, awareness, strength: this kid is what legends are made of! BL: Larry, you're drooling. [Latta whips Blood to the corner, he staggers back the center where Latta hip-tosses him the length of the ring. Latta closes, but Blood fires back with shots to the stomach.] BL: Let's see if your wonderboy can take it too. I think he's a little too big for his boots. [Latta is thrown against the ropes, Blood sets for the forearm, but Latta ducks and in an amazing show of strength, lifts him high into an overhead press. The crowd gives deafening support. Blood pleads for mercy, but Latta slams him to the canvas instead. Reno bounces on the mat, Latta drops an elbow, then hooks a leg. Count - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner, by pinfall: Joe Latta! [The crowd give a larger face reaction now, as Latta leaves the ring accompanied by Daughtery.] LM: Well, that was over in a flash, Becky! BL: Rather like your broadcast career, Larry, once the guys in the front office see how awful you are at calling matches. Flare vs. Moondust ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [The light go pink, and "Hallo Spaceboy" begins to play. Moondust minces down the Aisle in a shower of glitter.] LM: Moondust... what can you say about this most bizarre individual? BL: I'd love to know who his beautician is. [Moondust seductively slides into the ring, hips first, and lies on his stomach in the center of the mat. He hooks a beconing finger towards Flare, who enters to the towering crescendos of "Also Sprach Zarathustra"] LM: You know, Becky, That's the theme to "2001". BL: What is this, a gameshow? [Flare enters the ring to loud pop from the crowd. Victoria Secret, who receives a louder, more male sounding pop, takes his robe. The Referee signals the start of the match. The two lock up in a test of strength. Flare quickly lifts a knee, doubling 'Dust over. Flare gets the side headlock. Flare "whoo"s to the crowd, and there is an answering "whoo" from a small group at ringside. Moondust flails momentarily, but reaches one hand around the back of Flare. Flare jumps involuntarily and releases the hold.] LM: What did Moondust just do to Flare? BL: I could tell you, but it's not something you'd find in any wrestling manual. At least, not _this_ type of wrestling. [Flare slaps Moondust. Moondust slaps Flare. They exchange slaps again. Flare goes for a third slap, but Moondust catches the hand and slides his tongue across it. Suprised and flustered, Flare exits the ring.] LM: What kind of man is this Moondust? BL: If you don't know by now, Larry, you had better have a long talk with your mother. LM: Leave my mother out of this. BL: "Moonie" had just better be careful who he licks. Miss Vicky could become jealous. LM: A match between those two might be interesting. BL: You worry me Larry - stay away from my dressing room. [Flare attempts to re-enter the ring, but Moondust pulls him vertically over the ropes, crashing him to the canvas.] LM: Incredible standing souffle! BL: Please... please tell me you didn't just say that. [Moondust goes for a cover - 1 - 2 - Flare kicks out! Flare grabs 'Dust in a bearhug, quickly turning it into a spinebuster.] BL: I'm not sure, but I think Moondust actually enjoyed that... [Moondust writhes on the canvas, holding his rear. Flare wraps up the figure-four leglock.] LM: This one is over, nobody escapes Flares figure four [Referee asks Moondust to submit but he won't. Moondust grabs the ropes but Flare doesn't break the hold. The referee warns Flare. Moondust uses the ropes to reverse the hold and Flare screams in pain, then releases the hold. Moondust caresses Flare's thigh and Flare rolls outside, next to Miss Secret.] LM: It looks like Victoria is handing Flare something..! BL: Nonsense. LM: Is it Brass Knuckles? A pipe? BL: It's a roll of coins. LM: A bracelet? A shoe? BL: It's a roll of coins. LM: It's a roll of coins! BL: Shoot, I just thought he was just glad to see me. [Flare rolls back into the ring, Moondust closes, and Flare strikes him upside the head with the money. Coins rain down everywhere. Moondust drops to the canvas. Victoria does her best to clear the money from the ring, tossing it to the crowd. Flare struts a few steps, then covers - 1 - 2 - the referee stops the count! For the first time the referee notices the coins on the mat, and holds one up for Flare to explain. Flare denies any involvement dramatically. Referee signals for the bell. Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: The referee has disqualified Flare for use of a foreign object: therefore, here is your winner: Moondust! [Surprisingly large heel reaction from the crowd.] BL: He can't do that! That's wrestling 101, Flare had the pin. LM: But he used the roll of coins to get the fall. BL: I respect a man who knows what he wants and uses his money to get it. LM: Only Flare would stoop so low as to win that way. BL: Go back to announcing dog shows, Larry. Brad "Bodybag" Kinder vs Subway Psycho ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LM: This is our main event for tonight, and it guarantees to be a hot one. Wouldn't you agree Becky? BL: Were you talking about me again? [Brad "Bodybag" Kinder enters to the the sound of AC/DC. The crowd gives plenty of noise, both cheers and boos. The other Horsemen enter behind him, first Flare, then Outlaw. They stop in the archway. Kinder acknowledges a fan holding a "Brad I want your baby" sign, then enters the ring. The light go out, the videowall lights up with a single headlamp from a subway train coming right at the viewer, "Crazy Train" explodes from the speakers and the crowd goes wild. A single figure, silouetted in the headlight, erupts from the archway and runs directly into the ring. Before the lights can come back on, Subway Psycho is already flailing away at Bodybag.] LM: Subway Psycho looks angry. I've never seen a wrestler with so much intensity. BL: You never saw ME wrestle. LM: Subway has been the center of a lot of attention recently concerning Mistress Sasha, Tiger Claw and the Horsemen. He has a lot of aggression to work out. BL: Over that tramp? He's better off without her nagging. And nothing ever became of that watch-your-back pact. It's unimportant. LM: Tell Subway that. [Kinder manages to regain his awareness and, using his incredible strength, tosses Subway away. Psycho rolls to his feet and the two grapple; Bodybag takes the advantage with a gutwrench powerbomb. He begins to work on the knee, alternately twisting it and stomping down with his boot. Kinder drags Psycho to his feet by his hair, but Subway gets his hands up and delivers a snap-mare. Bodybag staggers to his feet only to be met by a closeline which sends him over the top rope. The other Horsemen run to ringside.] BL: Wake me when something exciting happens, okay? [Subway climbs to the top rope, and then jumps to the floor, delivering a double axe-handle to Outlaw. Flare closes and Subway slams his head into the railing with an audible crack. The crowd pops.] BL: He's not just psycho, he's stupid! Nobody can face all the Horsemen at once! [Kinder and Outlaw grab Subway and slam him into the steel steps. Someone throws ice at Outlaw and he threatens the crowd. Kinder tosses Subway's limp body back in the ring.] BL: Train ride is over... [Kinder covers - 1 - 2 - Psycho kicks out! Kinder covers again - 1 - another kick out! Kinder lifts Subway into a powerslam, but the Psycho scissors his head on the way down... Kinder hits the canvas hard. The Horsemen run to the apron but the ref warns them off. Subway leaps to the top rope and crashes down on Kinder with an elbow.] LM: Kinder isn't moving...he isn't moving...ohmygosh... [Subway climbs to the top again. A chant of "Sub-way! Sub-way!" begins.] LM: It looks like it's time for Subway Psycho's signature move... BL: The DERAILER, Larry, it has a name: De-Rail-Er. Get it right. [Horsemen to the apron again...The ref turns to watch them...Subway balances for the leap...a woman in the audience screams. Subway turns to look behind him but it is too late as Tiger Claw enters and snaps the rope, catapulting Psycho into the ring.] LM: What's he doing here? This isn't his fight! BL: Oh be quiet! It's just getting good. [Referee sees the interference and signals for the bell. Ding! Ding! Ding! The Horsemen climb into the ring, dragging a groggy Subway Psycho to his feet, and holding his arms. Claw pauses for a moment then delivers a spinning heel kick which snaps Subway's head. The bell rings again...] LM: That's the bell...that's the bell! This has got to stop. Where are the referees? Someone get an official... BL: Forget the official, sombody get a dentist. LM: What are you talking about? BL: Somebody is going to have to put Subway's teeth back in. [The three on one pummelling continues. There is a pop from the crowd as a red and blue figure flies into the fray, delivering blows to the suprised Horsemen. Ding! Ding!] LM: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's the Man Of Steel to the rescue! BL: Why did I quit my day job? [Tiger Claw climbs the ropes, ready to spring. Flare points behind him. Another huge pop from the crowd as "Angel of the Sun" slowly walks down the aisle, radiating intensity. Tiger Claw shouts a challenge to him. The Horsemen slowly back out of the ring; seeing this, Claw retreats also. Hakiro enters and bows respectfully to Subway Psycho.] LM: I'm not sure who gets the win in this match, Becky. BL: Not me, that's for sure. I have to work with you next week. LM: What an amazing night for our first Mayhem. By golly, did it live up to its name. BL: It was alright... LM: How can you say that? [She is ignoring him, instead blowing kisses to a number of cross-dressers looking like Becky LaRue] LM: Well, that's all we have time for this week, people. Thanks for joining us for the first ever IIWF Midweek Mayhem - and stand by your sets for more unbelievable action next week. Until then, this is Larry Morton, for Becky LaRue, signing off. [Fade] +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I * I * W * F =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+ | Send mail to univ0322@sable.ox.ac.uk with the subject lines: | | "send faq" for the FAQ + "send singles" or "send tag" for the | | rosters + "send handlers" for a list of handlers | +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ | IIWF Home: http://users.ox.ac.uk/~univ0322/iiwf/ | +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Submit material for the Report to univ0322@sable.ox.ac.uk | +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+