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We're coming at you on the back of American Independence Day. I'm Tim Dross, and next to me, as always, is my erstwhile broadcast colleague, "Soundbite" Steve Roberts - the IIWF's very own happy camper, you might say... SR: [interrupting; sarcastically] Ha ha ha, Dross. It was you who sent me on that stupid assignment to find that loser the Outlaw anyway. But we'll see that smartass add another defeat to his record tonight as he makes the biggest mistake of his career - teaming with Casey "Cornbread" Jones and the Man In Tights. TD: That's Casey "Whitebread" James and the Man Of Steel, Steve. SR: Whatever. TD: Either way, the American Heroes and the Outlaw will make quite a formidable team as they go up against the remaining three Horsemen, Flare, Brad "Bodybag" Kinder and Blackjack Haley. That six-man tag action is coming up right here tonight! SR: I can't wait. But before we can get to the main course, we've got to sit through the starters. We're going to see a whole bevy of newcomers making their first appearances in the IIWF rings tonight - the "Machine" Hunter Robertson, "Frost" Scott Morrison and the Armed Forces are all scheduled for action here tonight. TD: Yes indeed. And as well as all that, we're going to see the new IIWF Champion, the Subway Psycho, make his first title defence as he takes on the newest member of Josey Wales' "Posse", the Crippler. What a match _that's_ going to be. SR: Are you kidding me, or what, Dross?! The Subway Psycho was lucky to beat the Outlaw last Saturday at Ring Wars, and he's a far weaker champion. I think the Stinker's first title defence could also be his last. TD: I'm not so sure, Steve. And talking of Ring Wars, what a night of action that was last week! We're still feeling the shockwaves from that great event here in the IIWF, and we'll also be seeing the new Intercontinental Champion, Tiger Claw, in action tonight. All in all, it's another packed card... and another full house. Just look at these fans, Steve. SR: Why would I want to do that?! They're all morons. I can't wait for a change of scenery. TD: Well, you won't have to wait much longer. Later on tonight we'll have an announcement concerning the IIWF on tour! But enough of the preamble - let's get up to the ring for tonight's opening encounter. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ "Frost" Scott Morrison vs. "Nifty" Ned Norton _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ [Ring announcer Sparkplug Lee steps into the ring.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's opening contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, and weighing in at 235lbs, here is: "Nifty" Ned Norton! [The crowd generally remain silent, save for a small pocket of fans halfway up the aisle who are bedecked in the same shade of green as Norton's tights, and wave "Nifty Ned's Nifty!" signs wildly.] SR: That just proves my point about this crowd, Dross. They're all morons. RA: And introducing his opponent: coming down the aisle, hailing from Hoboken, New Jersey, and weighing in at 275lbs, here is "Frost" Scott Morrison! ["Enter Sandman" by Metallica blares out over the PA as Morrison, a big muscular guy standing 6'8", comes down the aisle. He is soundly jeered by the fans, and walks down to the ring. He steps between the ropes and points at Norton, before drawing his thumb across his throat. The referee signals for the time keeper's bell. Ding! Ding! Ding!] TD: Okay, we're underway! [Frost storms straight in, attacking Norton with a volley of right and left hand punches. He pushes Norton by the face into the turnbuckle, and follows him in, again raining punches on his opponent. The referee steps between the two men, asking for a clean break, but as Frost is forced back, Norton gets in a shot behind the official's back, gouging Morrison's eyes. Miniature pop from the crowd.] TD: Let's see what kind of offence "Nifty" Ned can string together. SR: His offensive talents just about parallel your play-by-play. [Norton attempts to whip Frost into the ropes, but the move is reversed. Norton is turned through 360degrees by a vicious lariat.] TD: But Norton didn't even manage to pull off a single successful move. SR: Exactly. [Frost stands above Norton and raises one arm to the crowd, who jeer him thoroughly. Frost drags Norton to his feet, and places his head between his legs. He executes a vicious tilt-a-whirl powerbomb. Big pop. He goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - Frost pulls Norton's head up from the canvas. The referee warns Frost.] TD: Aw, come on! Frost had Norton beaten right there. What's he playing at? SR: He wants to prolong Norton's agony. Further parallels with your abilities at calling matches, Dross. TD: Will you please stop?! [Frost drags Norton to his feet, and whips him into the ropes once more. This time he executes a vicious brainbuster. Big heel pop as Norton grabs the back of his head and writhes on the mat in pain. Frost climbs the buckles in one corner and opens his arms wide, receiving a loud heel pop. He laughs at the crowd before getting down and turning his attention back to Norton, who is still down in the centre of the ring. He drags Ned to his feet, and applies a huge double-handed chokeslam on Norton. Big pop. Frost goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner, by pinfall: "Frost" Scott Morrison! TD: I believe Morrison calls that chokeslam the Ice Breaker. SR: It's an awesome move, Dross. I don't see anyone getting up from that. [Morrison stands up, and pulls his arm away as the referee tries to raise it in victory. He threatens to punch the referee, who moves away. Frost kicks the hapless Norton from the ring, and then goes to the corner, calling for the microphone. The crowd jeer loudly as he takes to the centre of the ring and begins to speak:] SM: Hey, you idiots, shut your festering faces! [Louder heel pop] Aw, for f&*£'s sake, will you shut up! When the ice man speaks, the morons listen, understand? [The crowd noise dies down slowly] You've just seen "Frost" Scott Morrison in action. Wasn't it great? [Big heel pop] You see, I am the greatest wrestler in the world today. Whenever I get into the ring, I get into the ring to hurt people, to break their bones and to pound them into the mat. And there's not a single man in the IIWF who can stop me. You've got bigshots like Billy Shakespeare [big pop] - Dan Kauffman [big pop] - Casey James [big pop] - and that loser, the Subway Psycho [huge pop]... well, you'd all better be on alert, cause I hear there's a chill coming. And one man who's already felt the bite of an icy blast - "Spare Parts" Hunter Robertson... [pop] hey, loser. How you feeling after taking the beating of your life last week? That, my friend, was just the beginning. I'm through with you idiots. Just a quick look ahead at the weather here in the IIWF - there's a cold spell on its way, and that's going to lead to a lot of widespread depression among the so-called superstars of this no-hoper league. I'm out of here. [Morrison throws down the microphone and holds both arms above his head. He is soundly booed by the crowd.] TD: Well, I'm not sure the fans appreciate Mr. Morrison's weather forecast. SR: It looks to me like the wrestlers here had better wrap up warm - and Hunter Robertson is gonna be the first to feel the chill! I like this guy - he's got style, and he's got ability. He could go a long way here in the IIWF. [Morrison gets out of the ring and starts abusing fans around ringside, threatening to punch them, and taking signs and posters from them.] TD: He's certainly in no hurry to leave ringside - but it's time for our next encounter. Let's go back up to the ring. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ "The Machine" Hunter Robertson vs. Jumpin' Jack _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ [The ring announcer steps into the ring.] RA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming down the aisle, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 260lbs, here is: Jumpin' Jack! [The crowd give absolutely no reaction as a wrestler in ridiculous face paint, in the garb of a clown, runs down the aisle and enters the ring.] TD: Well, this individual is certainly.... er, individual. SR: Looks like he's been taking make-up tips from Moondust. RA: And his opponent, coming down the aisle, hailing from Hopewell, Virginia, and weighing in at 287lbs, here is: "The Machine" Hunter Robertson! ["Sober" by Tool blares out over the PA, and the crowd give a big pop as Robertson comes down the aisle. He hi-fives the fans, but stops as he sees "Frost" Scott Morrison coming up the aisle towards him. He stands still as Frost approaches, and doesn't react as Frost gets in his face.] TD: This could mean trouble! You remember what happened last weekend at Ring Wars - these two guys battled all over the backstage area and out of the arena. It took two security teams over half an hour to separate them! SR: And you can bet Frost was all over that wimp Robertson like a rash. [Robertson smirks at Frost and makes a single comment that the cameras don't pick up. Frost becomes angered, and takes a step back to swipe at Robertson. Robertson blocks the right hand, and counters with a right hand of his own. Big pop! A brawl ensues. Officials and security personnel swarm from the top of the aisle and struggle once more to separate the wrestlers. Finally, the two men are separated, and each points at the other, making threats. As Frost is forced back into the locker room area, Hunter turns and continues to the ring, amidst a big pop from the fans.] TD: Thank goodness security were able to restore some order there! Perhaps now we can think about this matchup. [Hunter locks up with Jack, who quickly breaks away from the Machine and performs some jumping jacks in front of him. Hunter locks up again with his opponent, and this time locks Jack in a headlock. Jack pushes Hunter into the ropes and puts his head down for a backdrop. Hunter sees the move telegraphed and grabs Jack by the neck, turning him over and executing an inverted DDT. Big pop!] TD: What a move! Pulled out of nowhere! Hunter could cover Jack now, but I think he wants a little bit more of a workout. [Hunter drags Jack to his feet and hoists him up over his shoulder with a stomachbreaker.] TD: Ouch! This is a very painful move! SR: Yeah, especially if you've been eating food from the IIWF hotdog stand. [Just as Jack looks like he is ready to submit, Hunter drops him to the canvas. He drags the winded clown to his feet, and places his head between his legs. He signals to the crowd for his Power Drop. Big pop. Hunter hoists Jack way up in the air in a crucifix slam position, and then brings him crashing down with a tiger bomb. Big pop! Hunter goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner, by pinfall: "The Machine" Hunter Robertson! TD: That's got to be one of the quickest victories we've ever seen in the IIWF. And Hunter sure looks impressive. He certainly seems to live up to his moniker, the "Machine". SR: He may look impressive against a clown like Jumpin' Jack, but I bet he won't look so great when he steps between the ropes to face the ice man - although I doubt that he has the guts to do it anyway. TD: Steve, I think you must be talking about a different athlete. Hunter has already proven that he's not afraid of Frost. It won't be too long before those two meet in the ring together. [Hunter celebrates in the ring to the cheers of the crowd before leaving the squared circle and hi-fiving as many fans as he can on his way back to the locker room.] ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ Armed Forces vs. United Nations _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ SR: Don't you find this next match slightly ironic, Dross? TD: How do you mean, Steve? SR: Well, the United Nations are supposed to be a peace-keeping organisation, and tonight they're going to be facing the Armed Forces. And I'll tell you something else for nothing, Dross - from what I hear, the Armed Forces are really going to make an impact on the IIWF tag team scene. TD: I suspect that Jacques K. Vorkian and Tora Tora Tora will have something to say about that. SR: Give me a break. Those guys spend more time unconscious than conscious. I can't remember the last time they walked out of the ring after a match. TD: That's not fair, Steve. The Nations have been plagued by bad luck and injuries. SR: Maybe so, but when you leave the ring on a stretcher at the end of every match, perhaps you ought to consider a change of profession. I mean, even Dan Kauffman could manage that logical reasoning. TD: Now, Steve, I find that in bad taste. Kauffman is a great athlete and he'll be sadly missed by the sport if he chooses not to return to the ring. SR: Yeah, right. [The ring announcer steps into the ring.] TD: Let's go up to Sparkplug Lee for the introductions in this one. RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming down the aisle accompanied by their manager, Kangaroo Carlysle, weighing in at a combined weight of 490lbs, here are Jacques K. Vorkian and Tora Tora Tora: the United Nations! [Big pop as the Nations come down the aisle, accompanied by Kangaroo Carlysle. They hi-five the fans as the make their way to the ring.] TD: I think we're going to see the Nations' luck change tonight! SR: I expect we are - but it'll be for the worse. RA: And introducing their opponents, coming down the aisle accompanied by Aaron the Caddy, hailing from Omaha, Nebraska, and weighing in at a combined weight of 643lbs, here are NavCom and DefCon: the Armed Forces! [Big heel pop as DefCon and NavCom make their way to the ring, with Aaron the Caddy behind them, carrying a bag of golf clubs.] SR: [sarcastically] Gee, I wonder how Aaron the Caddy got his name. [They enter the ring and prepare for the match. NavCom removes the naval commander's hat that he wears to the ring, and DefCon removes his army hat. Aaron gives them a few last minute pointers before hopping down off the apron. NavCom is to start things off against T3.] TD: I think the Nations are going to have a hard time in this encounter - both DefCon and NavCom are much bigger men, so they're going to have to capitalise with their speed advantage, rather than trying to match power. [NavCom and T3 lock up. T3 takes the early advantage, pushing NavCom into the ropes and catching him immediately with a savate kick. Big pop as NavCom goes down, but he is quickly back on his feet, and clotheslined by T3. Another big pop. Again NavCom gets up, and is met by a boot to the midsection. T3 attempts a dragon suplex on NavCom, but NavCom powers out, backdropping Tora.] TD: A strong start from Tora there, but it looks like NavCom might have taken control now. [NavCom stomps on Tora, and drags him to his feet, applying an abdominal stretch. When the referee isn't looking, he grabs onto the ropes for extra leverage. The crowd pop in an attempt to get the referee to see what's going on. Every time the referee looks around, NavCom lets go of the ropes.] TD: Aw, give me a break! What cheating by NavCom! SR: That's not cheating, Dross! Tora's trying to pull NavCom over - he's just holding the ropes to keep his balance, that's all. TD: Give me a break! [Finally, Vorkian has seen enough cheating and storms the ring, kicking NavCom in the midsection, and forcing the hold to be broken. The referee immediately pounces on Vorkian and tries to force him out the ring; meanwhile, behind his back, DefCon and NavCom doubleteam Tora, hitting him with a big double clothesline. Big heel pop. NavCom corners T3 against the turnbuckles and tags in DefCon, who pounds on Tora in the corner. Big heel pop. DefCon whips Tora into the ropes, and manages to tag Vorkian as he bounces near his corner, but the referee doesn't see it, and as Vorkian comes in, the referee tries to usher him from the ring. While Vorkian protests, Tora is chokeslammed by DefCon.] TD: I can't believe it! What poor officiating... SR: What are you talking about, Dross? There was no tag there. The referee was right on the money to get that stinking garlic-ridden gallic goon out of the ring. [DefCon goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - kick out by Tora! DefCon drags the Japanese athlete to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Tora ducks under a clothesline, then hits with another savate kick. DefCon goes down hard, and Tora collapses with exhaustion. Big pop! The referee begins to count both men - 1 - 2 - DefCon stirs - 3 - Tora gets to his knees - DefCon makes the tag to NavCom - NavCom charges across the ring - T3 lunges at Vorkian and makes the tag! Big pop!] TD: Two fresh men in the ring now - this could be explosive! SR: [sarcastic] Sure, Vorkian's probably wearing semtex trunks. What are you talking about, Dross?! TD: Never mind - wow, a big clothesline from Vorkian! [NavCom goes down hard, and Vorkian immediately stomps him until he rolls out of the ring. NavCom is tended to by Aaron on the outside. Pop as Vorkian raises his arms in triumph!] SR: Sure, enjoy it while you can, Vorkian. You're en route for another trip to the hospital. [Vorkian is jumped from behind by NavCom, who charges into the ring at full speed. NavCom takes control, and attacks with European uppercuts. He whips the Frenchman into the ropes and hits him with a big flying clothesline. Heel pop!] TD: Wow! What elevation there from NavCom! Vorkian's in trouble - he needs to make the tag. SR: Dross, Vorkian gets into trouble when he tries to lace his boots. The guy's one of the biggest idiots in the sport. [On the outside, Aaron the Caddy and Kangaroo Carlysle have got into a dispute, and Tora gets down off the apron to back his manager up. Inside the ring, Vorkian struggles to kick out of a cover from NavCom. NavCom tags in DefCon, who drops a leg on Vorkian. He picks Vorkian up once more and whips him into the ropes, chokeslamming him on the rebound. Big heel pop as DefCon drags Vorkian to the corner, places his head inbetween his legs and tags in NavCom. DefCon powerbombs Vorkian as NavCom climbs to the top turnbuckle.] TD: Oh no! That was the Interconinental Ballistic Missile powerbomb! And NavCom's up there for the AK47 splash! SR: Yes! This is great! [NavCom comes crashing down on Vorkian with a big splash and goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - Tora storms the ring but is too late - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding! Big heel pop!] RA: Here are your winners, by pinfall: the Armed Forces! [DefCon clotheslines Tora, and starts stomping him viciously. NavCom drags Vorkian to his feet and piledrives him. The timekeeper repeatedly rings his bell. Carlysle enters the ring and attempts to save his men, but is chokeslammed by DefCon. Big heel pop.] TD: I can't believe this! The Armed Forces beat the United Nations in the middle of the ring - and that's not enough?! These guys are disgusting! SR: Of course it's not enough, Dross. These guys are the military - and there's nothing our great armed forces like better than finishing job. And I think Vorkian and Tora - along with their antagonising Antipodean manager of theirs - are going to be well and truly finished by the time these guys are done with them! This is great - look, Aaron's handing his guys golf clubs! TD: Oh no! Get some help out here, quickly! [Vorkian tries to stand, but is beaten down to the mat by NavCom striking him repeatedly with the golf club across the back, hitting each time with a sickening crack. The crowd are popping hugely. DefCon repeatedly drives the head of the club into Carlysle's midsection, while Aaron puts the boots into Tora. At last, a bevy of security personnel and officials swarm into the ring, and drag the Armed Forces away from their victims. They bail out of the ring and are jeered soundly as Aaron raises the arms of DefCon and NavCom in victory. They back their way up the aisle, looking back on the carnage in the ring and laughing together.] TD: What a despicable display! We apologise for the graphic nature of that attack... SR: [interrupting] No we don't! That was great! If that's what the Armed Forces are going to do to every team in the IIWF - and I strongly believe that they will - we've just seen the next tag team champs in the ring! TD: A stretcher team is assisting the United Nations out of the ring. I can't understand why they attacked Kangaroo Carlysle... SR: Have you ever tried to hold a conversation with that dimwit from down under? TD: Well, not exactly. SR: Listen, Dross - if brains were dynamite, he'd not have enough to singe his eyebrows. He's always sticking his nose in where its not wanted, and tonight he paid the price. If you get in the way of the Armed Forces, you're going to get mowed down! Simple as that! [The United Nations are stretchered up the aisle, watched by a hushed crowd.] SR: It's good to see the Nations keeping up their consistent lose-lose record - and they left the ring on stretchers again, as usual. It was a nice touch having Carlysle carried out, too. I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't see those three bozos again after the beating they took here tonight. TD: You've certainly got to believe that the injuries the Nations sustained here tonight are going to keep them out of the rings for a while, at least. SR: If they've got any sense, they won't come back. TD: We'll see. Anyway, it's now my pleasure to speak with the IIWF President, Daniel Spreadbury, live from his office, about some very interesting developments here in the IIWF. [Cut to split screen, Dross on the left, and President Dan in his office on the right.] TD: Welcome, President Dan! It's good to have you here once more. DS: Thanks, Tim. It's good to be here. TD: I understand you have some news about the IIWF on tour. DS: I certainly do. In the next few weeks, the IIWF will be travelling the length and breadth of the United States, meeting and greeting the fans, and, of course, putting on some fantastic shows. We'll be stopping off in famous arenas all over the place, beginning with next Saturday's show, which will come live from the Boston Garden! In addition, the tour will culminate on August 17, the date of the next great IIWF pay-per-view spectacular, Midsummer Madness. TD: Can you tell us anything more about Midsummer Madness? DS: Of course. It will go down in the arena that many feel is the home of professional wrestling, Madison Square Garden in New York City! Plus, I can announce that its card will be made up of four-on-four single elimination tag team encounters. Those matches will be announced in the weeks to come. It promises to be a very exciting event for the IIWF and for fans the world over! TD: Wow! The IIWF in the Garden! Well, thanks very much for your announcements, President Dan. Is there anything else you'd like to share with us before you go? DS: As a matter of fact, yes there is. As you'd expect, I've been watching tonight's great event, and I must express my concern about the brutal attack that we've just seen. I just want to make it very clear to the fans of the IIWF that such assaults will not be tolerated, and that the Armed Forces will be fined heavily for what was a completely unprovoked, heinous attack on the United Nations. SR: [interrupting] What?! You're kidding me... DS: I'm sorry, Steve. That kind of conduct is simply not acceptable here in the IIWF. And that's all there is to it. TD: Thanks for your time, President Dan. DS: Not at all. Goodnight. [Cut back to normal shot of announcers' table.] SR: The little... he's gotten too big for his boots recently. First up he suspends Fisto Flash for using his prosthetic fist in what amounts to discrimination against the disabled... TD: [interrupts, spluttering] What?! Discrimination against the disabled?! How do you work that one out? SR: Fisto Flash lost his hand in a vicious mugging attack. He had a prosthetic fist made so that he might be able to live a normal life. Then the high and mighty IIWF President decrees that the fist is illegal, and must be covered when Fisto wrestles. Think of the emotional and psychological pain that must be causing Fisto, who has had to come to terms with a debilitating disability! TD: Steve, will you please get real?! Flash didn't _have_ to have a _steel_ prosthesis made. He only has that metal fist because he's intent on injuring as many people as possible. The IIWF is better off without him - and I'm sure the Board of Governors stands by the President's decision to bar him. SR: I can't believe you, Dross - brown-tonguing your way into a cushy office, are we? TD: Steve, that's quite enough! Will you just please stop?! SR: Let me just say this, Dross - if that guy doesn't watch his step, he could find things get a little out of control here in the IIWF. TD: He's in that office to _stop_ things getting out of hand, Steve. What are you talking about? SR: [darkly] Nothing. TD: Well, folks, I'm sorry for that little outburst. But what great news about IIWF Midsummer Madness, live from the Garden on August 17! We'll have more news about that event in the coming weeks. Right now it's time for some more ring action, as the new Intercontinental Champion, Tiger Claw, takes to the ring against Majestic Maurice McArthur. SR: Who? TD: Don't ask me, I'm just the play-by-play man. Let's go up to the ring for the introductions. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ Tiger Claw vs. Majestic Maurice McArthur _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title encounter is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at 245lbs, and hailing from Princeton, here is: Majestic Maurice McArthur! [McArthur, dressed in a robe and crown, bows to the fans, who greet him with a deafening silence. He removes his royal garb, and awaits the presence of his opponent.] RA: And introducing his opponent, coming down the aisle, accompanied by his manager, Brian Lau, hailing from Thailand, and weighing in at 220lbs, here is the new IIWF Intercontinental Champion: Tiger Claw! [Huge heel pop as Tiger Claw comes down the aisle, accompanied by Lau. He enters the ring and goes through his usual pre-match ritual, motioning the digging of a grave and the burial of his opponent, generating quite a bit of crowd heat, but as he turns to remove his headband, he is jumped from behind by McArthur. The crowd pop as McArthur pounds on Claw in the corner with big lefts and rights.] SR: What a cheap shot! TD: Tiger Claw made a big mistake - this guy might not be Hakiro Matsuoko, but you don't turn your back on any opponent. I think now that he's got the belt, he's getting a little cocky. That could cost him dearly. SR: Cut the gibbering, Dross. There's a match going on, in case you hadn't noticed. [Claw reels a little in the corner, and the referee finally calls McArthur off, at which point Claw flies out of the corner with a back heel kick, taking McArthur straight off his feet. Big heel pop as McArthur is apparently out on the canvas. Claw drags McArthur to his feet and clinches his opponent's head, raining blows to the body and face with his knee fury. McArthur slumps to the mat once more. Claw stomps McArthur repeatedly in the gut and ribs, and then picks him up once more. He applies the tiltawhirl powerbomb! Big heel pop] TD: Hey! That move - that was the "Ides of March" powerbomb that Dan Kauffman uses. SR: That's "used", past tense, Dross - and anyway, I expect there's been a trade of techniques, now that Tiger Claw and Joe Latta, Kauffman's former protege, are training together. Incorporating that kind of move into Claw's artillery can only make him more dangerous. [Claw bounds to the top rope, and launches himself with his Golden Tiger Strike. Cameras flash as Claw soars through the air with tremendous elevation, crashing his knee down onto McArthur's head. He goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner, by pinfall: the IIWF Intercontinental Champion, Tiger Claw! TD: Well, that match makes even "The Machine"'s victory earlier on tonight look like a wrestling marathon. SR: Claw is probably the most dangerous man in the IIWF right now. Any one of the moves in his arsenal could end a guy's career. I have a feeling he'll be holding the Intercontinental Championship for some time. [Claw pulls his arm away as the referee tries to raise it in victory, and threatens to strike the official. The referee backs away. Lau enters the ring, and raises Claw's arm as the chaotic Thai boxing music blares over the PA system. The crowd jeer Claw thoroughly, but jeers turn to cheers as a figure is picked out by a single spotlight as he walks to the ring.] TD: It's "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare! SR: Oh no, not Pukespeare! What does he want out here? [Billy hi-fives the fans as he makes his way down to ringside, although he keeps his gaze locked on Tiger Claw. He walks around the ring to the timekeeper's table, and picks up a microphone. He addresses Tiger Claw from the arena floor:] BS: Tiger Claw, I've got a little story to tell you, it's a drama in three acts. Act one: [He holds up a finger confrontationally] you interfere when Moondust is about to take the Intercontinental belt at Mayhem. Act two: [two fingers] I best Moondust at Ring Wars. Act Three: [a third finger] later that same night, you win the IC. Tiger Claw, if you hadn't interfered that night, I would have won the title from Moondust. But that didn't happen, did it? Tiger Claw, Brian lau, I want a shot at the belt that should have been mine. What say ye? [The crowd erupts again as Brad "Bodybag" Kinder strides coolly down the aisle, and Lau and Claw look evasively at each other, and then at the handy distraction provided by Bodybag's arrival.] TD: Now what does Kinder want? SR: It's simple, Dross - he wants the Intercontinental Championship, and he doesn't want any little urchin like Pukespeare getting the shot he deserves. Besides, that loss at Ring Wars when Latta and Lau pulled a fast one on Bodybag has got to be upsetting him... you can bet he'll take revenge against Lau, and taking the title from Claw might just be the best way to do it. [Kinder walks round to the side of the ring where Billy stands, and squares up to him. The crowd begin to pop as Kinder and Billy get into a shoving match. Meanwhile, Claw and Lau sense an opportunity to leave, and head up the aisle. They are passed by security personnel, who are on their way to ringside to contain a rapidly escalating situation. Kinder and Billy have gotten into a full-blown fist fight.] TD: Wow! Look at those two go at it! Thank goodness security got down here quickly to separate them. SR: Yeah, that's a real lucky break for Pukespeare. Bodybag was just about ready to rip him limb from limb. If those two end up facing each other in the ring, you can bet Kinder will take him apart quicker than Billy can find an aposite quote from some obscure play or other to describe his own demise. [Kinder and Shakespeare are separated, and Billy takes to the now empty ring, signalling to Kinder for him to bring their disagreement into the squared circle. Kinder is forced up the aisle by security teams, and the crowd cheer Billy, who bows to the fans before leaving the ringside area.] TD: So the questions must be asked: will Brian Lau and Tiger Claw grant Billy his title shot? Will Brad Kinder get the shot? Or will Billy have to go through Kinder to get at Claw? SR: Pukespeare doesn't deserve a title shot - not now, and not in a million years. TD: Well, we'll see what the IIWF championship committee has to say about that, Steve. Anyway, now it's time to see the IIWF Champion in action! The Subway Psycho will make his first title defence against the Crippler. SR: And something tells me, Dross, that we're going to see a new champion crowned tonight - the Crippler is a dangerous individual, and, much as I hate to say it, more so now that he's under the wing of the "Outlaw" Josey Wales. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ IIWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: Subway Psycho vs. The Crippler _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ [Sparkplug Lee steps into the ring, clutching the microphone.] RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next encounter is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IIWF World Heavyweight Championship! [Big pop] Introducing first, the challenger: coming down the aisle, hailing from parts unknown, and weighing in at 267lbs, here is the Crippler! [Moderate heel pop as the Crippler comes down the aisle to the strains of "Midnight Rambler" by the Rolling Stones, with the "Outlaw" Josey Wales at his side. Wales gives the Crippler a few last minute tactical tidbits, and then the Crippler climbs the ring steps, steps between the ropes, and starts checking the ropes and the turnbuckles.] RA: And introducing his opponent: coming down the aisle, accompanied by Mench, hailing from the subways of New York, and weighing in at 255lbs, here is the new IIWF World Heavyweight Champion, the Subway Psycho! [Huge pop as the lights drop to almost total darkness. The arena is illuminated only by the single headlamp of a subway train seen on the video wall, and the tall figure of the Subway Psycho, with the stooped Mench close behind, is cast in silhouette against it. The pair make their way to the ring, and as they come down the aisle, the Psycho hi-fiving as many fans as he can, fireworks shoot up from the curtain at the top of the aisle to the roof of the arena above the ring. As the Psycho steps into the ring, causing the Crippler to bail out of the other side, huge plumes of fireworks explode from all four ring posts. Huge pop. Eventually the fireworks subside, and the lights of the arena are raised once more.] TD: Wow! What an entrance from the IIWF Champion! SR: Who's that little piece of human trash the Stinker's got with him? TD: One of his fellow subway dwellers, the Psycho's messenger, Mench. SR: So we've got the Stinker on the inside of the ring, and Stench on the outside. How appropriate. TD: Steve, will you try and be nice? [The Crippler reenters the ring, and the timekeeper rings the bell to signal the start of the match. The Psycho and the Crippler lock up, and the Psycho takes the upper hand with his superior strength. He performs a quick go-behind on the Crippler and pulls out a stunning belly-to-back suplex on his opponent. Big pop.] TD: The Psycho's not wasting any time in this one, Steve. SR: He knows that the longer this match goes on, the more it tips in the favour of the Crippler. [The Crippler gets slowly to his feet, and is clotheslined out of the ring by the Psycho. Big pop. The Crippler goes down hard, and the Psycho throws himself through the ropes at his opponent, flooring him with an impressive dive. Another big pop. The Psycho pounds on the Crippler on the outside, until the "Outlaw" Josey Wales approaches the champion, threatening him. The Psycho turns his attentions to Wales, turning his back on the Crippler, who staggers to his feet and recognises an opportunity to take the upper hand. He leaps at the Psycho, driving a knee into his back, and the Psycho tumbles forward, hitting the steel ring post with some force. Big heel pop.] SR: What an idiot the Stinker is. He allows himself to be distracted by an old man, when one of the most dangerous and technically accomplished wrestlers in the IIWF is right behind him. [The Crippler rolls Subway back into the ring, and follows him in. He immediately goes to work on the Psycho's back with a camel clutch. Big heel pop as the Psycho screws up his face in pain, but refuses to submit. Mench begins bashing on the ring apron, and a chant of "Psy - cho! Psy - cho! Psy - cho!" begins. The Psycho fights to get himself onto his knees, thus reducing the leverage of the Crippler's hold. The crowd pops hugely as the Psycho breaks free of the hold and turns to slug it out with the Crippler, but becomes hushed again as the Psycho is bent double by a kick to the midsection from the Crippler. Big heel pop as the Crippler pulls off his stunning spinning DDT.] TD: Oh no! That move is simply devastating! I think we've got a new champion! The referee's making the count - 1 - 2 - 3! He got him! No! No! It was only a two-count! Wow, that was too close. SR: Dross, I think you need to cut down on your caffeine intake. Anyhow, the Crippler can turn the tide of the match in the blink of an eye. Maybe he doesn't possess a single killer move, but if he manages to string together two or three of his signature manoeuvres, you know his opponent's in big trouble. [The Psycho struggles to get to his feet, and the Crippler capitalises with his vicious clawhold. The referee begins the count on the Crippler.] SR: What's the referee counting for? That's not an illegal move! TD: I disagree, Steve. Those huge hands of the Crippler can quite easily suffocate an opponent - that clawhold is effectively a choke. [The Crippler releases the claw, and the Psycho slumps to the mat. The Crippler raises his arms to the crowd, who greet him with a big heel pop. Josey Wales calls the Crippler over to the ropes for some tactical advice, while the Psycho struggles to his feet. Big pop as the Psycho charges at the Crippler, but the Crippler turns in the nick of time to floor his opponent with a clothesline. He drags the Psycho to his feet and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with his legsweep faceslam. The Psycho goes down very hard.] TD: Ouch! That manoeuvre can really do all kinds of ligament and tendon damage to your hamstring area. The Psycho's mobility could well be impaired after that slam. SR: As could the shape of his nose, Dross. This is great! [The Psycho is indeed busted open at the nose, and he rolls on the canvas, clutching at his bleeding face. The Crippler sizes him up and drops an elbow on the champion, and then drags him to his feet once more. He whips him into the ropes once more, and catches him with his Cross modified crucifix into a cover - count - 1 - 2 -- kick out! Huge pop.] TD: I can't believe the Psycho managed to kick out of that hold! After all, it's very similar to the one he used to defeat the Outlaw to win that title just last weekend. SR: I think the Crippler made a mistake in going for that hold too early on an opponent as large and as strong as the Stinker. There's still some fight left in the so-called champion. [The Crippler again whips the Psycho into the ropes, and the champion ducks a clothesline attempt. As the two men come off the ropes for a second time, both attempt a flying cross-body block, and they collide in midair. Huge pop as both men go down and the referee begins the count - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - the Crippler struggles to his feet, and the Psycho begins to stir - 5 - the count is stopped as both men make it back to the vertical base. A slugfest begins in the middle of the ring, with the Psycho blocking right hands from the Crippler, and flooring him with a huge right hand of his own. Big pop. The "Psy - cho! Psy - cho!" chant starts up again, and becomes almost deafening.] TD: Listen to these fans willing their champion on to victory! SR: They're morons, Dross. The Crippler is by far the better athlete in this contest. [The Psycho whips the Crippler into the ropes and floors him with his flying head-scissor takeover. Big pop. He climbs to the top rope as the Crippler staggers to his feet, and hits his opponent with a double axe-handle from the top rope. Bigger pop. He whips the Crippler into the ropes again and this time hits him with a flying clothesline. Cameras flash as the Psycho flies through the air.] TD: Wow! What elevation there from the Psycho! SR: I can't believe this, Dross! Get up, Crippler! [The Psycho drags the Crippler to his feet and applies his belly-to-back suplex again. Big pop as the Psycho climbs to the top rope and raises his arms.] TD: Here it comes! The De-railer! [The Psycho hits his flipping legdrop on the Crippler, and makes the cover - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner, and _still_ the IIWF World Heavyweight Champion: the Subway Psycho! [Huge pop as the Psycho stands and wipes the blood from his face before allowing the referee to raise his arms in victory. The Crippler rolls from the ring and is consoled by the "Outlaw" as fireworks again flare from the four ring-posts. Huge pop! Mench enters the ring and hands the championship belt to his master, who straps it proudly around his waist. Suddenly, however, there is a buzz at the head of the aisle as Brian Lau appears at the curtain, holding a microphone.] TD: Hey! What does Lau want out here?! SR: The guy's a managerial genius, Dross. No doubt he's got a plan to get one of his men a title shot. Imagine Tiger Claw with both the Intercontinental and World Championship belts around his waist! [Brian Lau begins to shout over the Psycho's music.] BL: Hey, cut that awful American trash! [The music fades, and Lau addresses the Psycho from the head of the aisle.] Mr. Psycho. An impressive victory to defend that title... the title you say you won not for yourself, but for your estranged and missing Mistress Sasha. [Pause] TD: Oh no. No, please, no. [The Psycho is standing with his arms akimbo, looking at Lau from the ring.] BL: Well, Mr. Psycho, I've got somebody back here who I'd like you to meet. [Lau drops his microphone and gestures for somebody to come out from behind the curtain. There is a huge shocked pop as Mistress Sasha, beautiful as ever, steps out into the aisle, and links arms with Lau as they walk down the aisle towards the ring, a smug grin on the face of Brian Lau. The Psycho looks totally shocked, and almost falls over in the ring.] TD: I can't believe what I'm seeing here! What is Sasha doing with Lau?! All those... all those allegations... those hints... don't tell me they were all true! [Brian Lau and Sasha climb the ringsteps, and Lau holds the ropes open for Sasha, in a long flowing sparkly evening dress, to step through. The Psycho approaches Sasha with his arms open wide, but Sasha merely gives him a scorning look, and slaps him hard across the face. The Psycho steps back, even more shocked, looking as if he's just been shot, not slapped.] TD: Oh my! I can't believe that! After all that the Psycho's done for Sasha... what a traitor! Why would she attack the man who saved her life? SR: I guess she realises what a weak, low-life, smelly scum he really is. Sometimes it takes a while to see through somebody, but I think Sasha's seen through the Stinker now - and how! The lady's clearly got class! TD: Are you kidding?! This is one of the most callous acts I've ever seen! [Lau again takes Sasha's arm, and laughs at the Psycho. Sasha joins in the laughter. The crowd give a mammoth heel pop, which turns a few moments later into a huge pop for the Psycho as he attacks Brian Lau, flailing against him with all his might, raining right and left hand blows on him. The timekeeper rings his bell with urgency as the Psycho whips Lau into the ropes and then catches him with his running clothesline.] SR: No way! What on earth prompted the Psycho to strike a manager?! What kind of a champion is this Stinker anyway?! I hope the IIWF President will fine him severely for that offence - although I have a feeling that our nepotistic high-and-mighty leader will conveniently turn a blind eye once more... TD: Look here, Steve. Will you please stop casting aspersions on the qualities of the IIWF President?! The Psycho striking Lau is hardly the same as Fisto Flash attacking a referee with no provocation. I think there was plenty of provocation here! Hang on - the Psycho's turning towards Sasha! SR: If he lays one finger on that lady, I'll go up there and kick his ass in person! [As Lau lies apparently out in the ring, the Psycho turns and points at Sasha, who backs into a corner. Suddenly, the crowd pop again as Joe Latta and Tiger Claw sprint down the aisle and storm the ring, attacking the Psycho with vigour. Sasha quickly darts from the ring, runs around and rolls Lau out, before tending to him on the arena floor. The Psycho, meanwhile, rallies bravely, but the odds are against him, and he succumbs to the attacks of Latta and Claw, laid out defenceless on the canvas as they rain kicks and punches on the champion.] TD: This is absolute carnage! Somebody's got to come down here and stop this before the Psycho's badly injured! [Suddenly, the lights in the arena drop to total darkness, and when they rise again only two or three seconds later, the imposing figure of Deathbringer stands above the body of the Psycho, and Latta and Claw are outside the ring. Huge pop.] TD: What?! Deathbringer coming to the aid of the Psycho?! What's wrong with this picture? SR: Why would Deathbringer want to help the Stinker?! I don't get it, Dross. [Sasha pulls Lau to his feet, and motions to Latta and Claw that now would be a good time to leave. The four of them back up the aisle slowly, Claw and Latta pointing and making threatening gestures at the Deathbringer. Once they have disappeared back into the locker room area, the crowd falls silent, wondering what the Deathbringer is going to do next. 'Bringer turns to the Psycho, and helps him to his feet. The champion, clearly disorientated, looks at Deathbringer and pulls away, winding up with a fist. The crowd give a huge "NO!" pop to the Psycho, who looks out into the crowd in uncertainty.] SR: The crowd ought to tell the Psycho to deck Deathbringer - then the fun could start all over again! TD: Steve, you're disgusting! [The Psycho is reluctant to approach the Deathbringer once more, steps out of the ring, and allows Mench to help him back up the aisle. As the Psycho heads back to the locker room, Deathbringer raises his arms as he stands in the center of the ring, and the lights drop to total darkness once again. When they rise a couple of seconds later, the Psycho and Mench are still in the aisle, and Deathbringer has disappeared. The Psycho looks around the arena, and accepts the huge cheers of the crowd, before heading out of the Coliseum.] TD: Well, I can't quite account for what we've just seen... SR: Nor can I, Dross. Deathbringer must be going soft in the head if he comes to help the Psycho. TD: I'm surprised we didn't see the American Heroes come to his aid, but I guess they're busy preparing for tonight's main event, which is coming right up! SR: I can't wait to see the Horsemen finish the job they would have finished last week at Ring Wars if it hadn't been for Cornbread and the Man of Squeal. That traitorous loser, the Outlaw, deserves everything he gets. TD: We'll see about that, Steve. Let's go up to the ring for the introductions in this huge matchup. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ Casey "Whitebread" James, Man Of Steel & The Outlaw vs. Flare, Brad "Bodybag" Kinder & Blackjack Haley _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ [Sparkplug Lee steps into the ring.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's main event is a special six-man tag attraction scheduled for one fall. [Pop] Introducing first, led to the ring by Miss Victoria Secret, here are the Horsemen: Flare, Brad "Bodybag" Kinder and Blackjack Haley. [Big heel pop as the ravishing Miss Secret, wearing another slinky low-cut dress, walks arm in arm with Flare down the aisle, with Kinder and the giant following closely behind. As Flare passes his customary pocket of fans at ringside, he runs his fingers through his hair and shouts a "whooo" at them. They reply in kind, and Flare laughs before climbing the ring steps with his teammates. They enter the ring, and Miss Secret disrobes Flare. The three Horsemen huddle as the ring announcer introduces their opponents.] RA: And their opponents, introducing first, coming down the aisle at a combined weight of 547lbs, here are the American Heroes: Casey "Whitebread" James and the Man Of Steel! [Big pop as Casey and MOS come down the aisle, hi-fiving the fans as they come.] TD: Hang on, where's the Outlaw? SR: I guess he's too chicken to go up against the Horsemen - he knows he's going to get his butt kicked. [Casey and MOS enter the ring, and Casey goes to shake hands with the ring announcer, and asks whether he can take the microphone. The announcer allows Casey to speak:] CJ: Thankyou, fans! It's great to know that the true spirit of the American dream runs through every one of you! Your support means everything to myself and the Man Of Steel, and now I've got to ask you a big favour, every one of you. I want you to give a good reception to our partner tonight. We know he's been bad in the past, but we honestly believe in giving people a second chance, and now that he's no longer associated with these unsavoury Horsemen [Haley moves towards James, but is held back by Flare, who nods and smiles at his teammates.] he's turned over a new leaf, and he's ready to live the American way himself! [Pop] Allow me to introduce to you our partner: the Outlaw! [There is a moderate face pop as the Outlaw appears at the head of the aisle, and walks down to the ring. Many fans still boo him, however. The former champion enters the ring, and shakes hands with Casey and MOS, asking them whether he can begin the match. Casey and Steel consent, and the Outlaw turns towards the Horsemen, his arms open wide, as if to ask which one wants a piece of him first. Flare looks at his teammates and signals that he'll start the match. Haley and Kinder step out of the ring, and the referee signals for the bell to start the match. Ding! Ding! Ding!] TD: Okay, we're underway! Let's see how that inside knowledge the Outlaw has on the Horsemen will help him. [The Outlaw locks up with Flare, and pushes him into the ropes. Flare ducks a clothesline, but is caught on the rebound by a boot to the face. Flare goes down hard. Pop. The Outlaw leaps on Flare and pounds on him with hard punches. Flare eventually breaks free and gets to his feet, tagging in Haley. The Outlaw again stands in the centre of the ring and invites Haley to come on down. Blackjack charges, and the Outlaw steps out of the way, taking the giant down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Pop. Haley storms to his feet, clearly incensed, and charges at the Outlaw again, who takes Haley down to the mat with an armdrag. Pop. Haley again gets to his feet and attempts a clothesline, which the Outlaw ducks. Haley turns, and his head is almost taken off by a Western lariat from the former champion. Pop. The Outlaw runs over to the Horsemen's corner and peppers both Flare and Kinder with punches before returning to Haley, who is struggling to his feet. The Outlaw nails Haley in the midsection with a boot, and applies his Cattle Buster DDT on the big man! Huge pop! The Outlaw tags in Casey James, who drops an elbow on Haley, before going for the cover - 1 - 2 - Kick out!] TD: A lucky escape for the big guy there! Wow, wasn't the Outlaw having fun in there? Look at him grinning on the apron. SR: He can grin all he likes now. Yeah, Outlaw, how funny you are! But you'll be grinning on the other side of that festering face of yours by the time the Horsemen are finished with you. [Casey stands and pulls Haley to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and hits a big powerslam as Haley comes back on the rebound. Big pop. Casey climbs the buckles in a neutral corner, and waits for Haley to get to his feet. He attempts his "Swift Justice" double axe-handle, but Haley nails him in the midsection as he leaps. Big heel pop as Haley lunges into his corner and tags Bodybag. Kinder comes into the ring and immediately places Casey's head between his legs. He looks out into the crowd, who jeer him, and executes a high-impact gutwrench powerbomb. Big heel pop as Kinder goes for the count - 1 - 2 - Kick out by Casey! Big pop!] TD: Wow! I thought Casey was a goner after that move... but the spirit of the American dream, that honest, mom's apple pie attitude is going to carry him through! SR: Oh no! Cornbread-itis is catching. Dross, you need to see somebody about that. I know a good shrink... and a good wig-maker too, actually, come to think of it. TD: Will you _please_ leave my hair out of this?! [Man Of Steel begins to stamp on the apron, and starts up a chant of "U - S - A! U - S - A! U - S - A!" Casey begins to stir, and fights to his feet, breaking the headlock that Kinder had applied on him. Casey bounces off the ropes, but is again stopped short by a high-impact spinebuster from Kinder. Big heel pop.] TD: That's got to have done it! Kinder with the cover - 1 - 2 - 3! He got him! No... No! It was only a two-count! Boy, that was close! SR: Dross, would you mind leaving the counting to the referee?! You keep raising my hopes that Cornbread is going to lose this match. Although it's all just a matter of time... [The "U - S - A!" chant continues as Casey again fights to his feet. Kinder tries to whip him into the ropes, but Casey reverses the whip, and both men go into the ropes. They collide in the centre of the ring with an attempted double clothesline. Both men go down. The referee begins the count - 1 - 2 - ] TD: Both men need to make the tag as quickly as possible. If one fresh man makes it into the ring, the other guy's a goner... [ - 3 - Kinder starts to stir, and moves towards his corner on his knees - Casey also starts to move, but rolls towards the wrong corner - the crowd pop hugely as Casey leans up against the wrong set of turnbuckles and looks for a hand to tag in - Kinder tags in Flare, who charges towards Casey - Casey realises where he is and lunges into his own corner, reaching the hand of the Man Of Steel, who immediately steps into the ring to a huge pop. Flare falls to his knees and begs for mercy from Steel, who looks out to the crowd with one fist raised. Huge pop as MOS begins pounding Flare, and the crowd chants along "1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10!" MOS lets Flare go, and Flare gets to his feet, walks a few steps, and then falls flat on his face. Steel drags Flare to his feet and forces him into the corner with a series of European uppercuts. Flare suddenly reverses positions, and slams Steel into the corner. He "whooo"s for the crowd, before laying into Steel with reverse knife-edge chops. Each makes a huge "crack" which can be heard all over the arena.] TD: Yow! You can almost feel the impact of those chops from here! [Flare whips Steel towards the opposite corner, and "whoo"s again before following him in. The momentary delay is too long, and Steel has recovered sufficiently to hit Flare in the face with a boot as he charges in. Flare reels, and MOS jumps to the second turnbuckle, leaping and executing a nice bulldog as he goes. MOS goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - Haley charges the ring and stomps on Steel. Casey immediately enters the ring, and Haley clotheslines him over the top rope. James hits his head on the ring apron as he sails out of the ring, and slumps on the arena floor.] TD: Oh no! That looked bad for Casey... is he moving? SR: Doesn't look like it, Dross. This is great! Now it's three on two! Squeal and the Outlaw don't stand a chance. [The referee clears Haley from the ring as Steel and Flare struggle to their feet. A slugfest ensues, and Flare whips Steel into the ropes. Steel ducks under a clothesline, and as he comes back on another rebound, Flare puts his head down for a backdrop. Steel sees the move coming, and stands above Flare. He underhooks both of Flare's arms and applies a Tiger Bomb on the Horseman! Big pop! Steel slumps to the mat again, but is up quicker than Flare, and heads towards the Outlaw to make the tag. The Outlaw looks at Steel, hesitant to make the tag... and then clotheslines him from the outside. Huge heel pop!] TD: Wha... what did the Outlaw just do?! [The Outlaw steps between the ropes and begins stomping on the Man Of Steel. The crowd are practically out of their seats, jeering as loud as they can. The referee doesn't know what to do as Haley and Bodybag also enter the ring, and join with the Outlaw in beating on Steel.] SR: Yes! This is great! The whole thing was a setup! The Horsemen duped Cornbread and Squeal into a trap! What a classic! Yes! Whooo! TD: This is a despicable display! I honestly thought the Outlaw had turned over a new leaf! SR: Hell, he even had me fooled, Dross - but this is fantastic! You can bet it was Flare who came up with this little ruse - he really is the dirtiest player in the game! Whoo! [The referee signals for the bell to be rung. The referee announces the referee's decision, but is hardly heard:] RA: The referee has ruled that this match is a no-contest! [Casey finally stirs on the outside, and sees the carnage inside the ring. He is hardly able to believe what he sees, as all four Horsemen brutally assault Steel, but dives under the bottom rope and starts slugging it out with Kinder and Haley. However, the odds are too much for him, and he too succumbs to the might of the Horsemen. The crowd "boo"s are deafening. Eventually, Casey and Steel are kicked out of the ring under the bottom rope, and the four Horsemen embrace in the ring before standing in a line and raising their arms in triumph. Huge heel pop.] TD: I can't believe the back-stabbing, low-life attack we've just witnessed! SR: What I can't believe is how great the Horsemen are! Hang on - who's that? [Suddenly, a number of figures storm down the aisle. As they hit the ring, it becomes clear that Pale Rider, the Crippler, the Venusian Death Cell and Altair are attacking the Horsemen.] TD: It's Josey Wales' Posse! SR: Why would they attack the Horsemen?! And why aren't they going after the Outlaw? [The Venusian Death Cell looks at the Outlaw as he whips Flare into the ropes, and the VDC and the Outlaw link arms and execute a vicious double clothesline on Flare. The crowd are clamouring louder than ever.] TD: What?! The Outlaw - he just clotheslined Flare! What's going on here?! SR: No! Surely he... no, he couldn't have done! [The Outlaw joins with the Posse in stomping on the Horsemen. Gradually they eject all three from the ring - Altair and Pale clothesline Haley out over the top rope, the Venusian Death Cell presses Kinder above his head and dumps him out over the top rope all the way to the arena floor, and the Outlaw executes his Cattle Buster DDT on Flare before kicking him out under the bottom rope. Altair, the VDC, the Crippler, Pale and the Outlaw all raise their hands together in victory as the Horsemen lie decimated about ringside. Mixed pop from the crowd.] SR: The back-stabbing, double-crossing asshole! The Outlaw not only sold out the American Bozos, which is understandable, but he even sold out his own partners -- to join the Posse?! I can't believe this, Dross! [The Posse exchange hi-fives in the ring. The VDC holds open the ropes for the Outlaw, who steps out of the ring and jumps to the arena floor. The five of them head up the aisle, slapping each other on the back and turning back to laugh at the carnage they leave behind. Cut to the announcers' table.] TD: Steve, I'm speechless. Look at the trail of destruction the Outlaw has left behind him - Casey and Steel are still out - the three Horsemen are laid flat out... I can't believe this. SR: The question is this, Dross: is the Outlaw really with the Posse this time, or is he going to sell them out too? I think we've just found out tonight that the Outlaw is a loose cannon - he's not to be trusted. If the Posse put their faith in the Outlaw, I think they're making a big mistake. I mean, the guy has guts, but you can't go through the IIWF making enemies everywhere you go. Sooner or later, what goes around comes around... TD: You're absolutely right, Steve - and tonight the Horsemen well and truly got the payback they deserved for all the wrong-doing they've perpetrated here in the IIWF - but I never expected justice to come in the form of the Outlaw. SR: Nor me, Dross. I still can't get my head round what we've just seen... I mean... Well... TD: [interrupting] We'll have plenty of opportunity to think about what we've seen later on, Steve, but for now, that's all we've got time for tonight on IIWF Saturday Night. And what a night of action we've seen - we've had three debuts, we've seen the return of Sasha, the Deathbringer come to the aid of the IIWF Champion, Tiger Claw is coming under fire from all sides, and we've seen the Outlaw pull off a stunning double-cross. As the bodies still line the ringside area, we must leave you. I'll be back on Tuesday with a full update on everything we've seen here tonight - but until then, this is Tim Dross, for "Soundbite" Steve Roberts, saying: so long, everybody! [Cut to shots of the Horsemen and the American Heroes beginning to stir, and a look of concern on the face of Victoria Secret as she tries to revive Flare. Cut to a bird's eye shot of the ring with the IIWF logo spinning in the centre of the canvas. 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