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Pan down to the announcers' table at ringside, in front of which stand Tim Dross and "Soundbite" Steve Roberts.] TD: Welcome everybody to the Fleet Centre, Boston, Massachusetts! Welcome everybody to IIWF Saturday Night! I'm Tim Dross, and beside me as always is "Soundbite" Steve Roberts. What a great crowd we've got on hand here tonight, Steve. SR: These idiots? You know why they call Boston the windy city, Dross? It's because the men are flatulent and the women are airheads. When I said I wanted a change of scenery, I meant the Bahamas or Hawaii. Not stinking Boston. TD: There's that inimitable Steve Roberts welcome, folks! Well, I for one am very proud to be able to present tonight's live show to all the great fans of the IIWF all over the world, spread as far afield as Germany, Brazil and the United Kingdom. It's great to be here in Boston for the first stop on our national tour! And what a show we've got in store tonight. SR: You're right, for a change, Dross. Tonight we're going to see Tiger Claw decimate the Venusian Death Cell. And the classy "Frost" Scott Morrison is going to take the so-called "Machine" Hunter Robertson apart. No spanners required, Dross. TD: We'll see about that, Steve. On top of that, we'll see the second match in the IIWF Tag Team Championship round-robin tournament, as the High Plains Drifters take on the Returners. That promises to be a great match. TD: But before we get to all that great live action, let's just do a quick recap on the matches we've already seen here tonight before we came on air: - DON ANTONIO and VINNY CAPPICOLA, together with their new manager, Salvatore Fiorello, defeated the ROTUNDOS [J] in tag team action. They finished their overweight opponents off in almost record time with the Dual Eradicator, a truly devastating tag team finisher. The Family has made quite a lot of its recent change of heart, but the fans didn't seem too convinced. SR: I'm not surprised, Dross. The Don may be a great athlete, but he can't expect the fans to cheer him; I mean, he's a mobster, the kind of guy who does a nice line in concrete boots. TD: I'd be careful what you say about the Family, Steve. I hear that Mr. Cappicola is very protective of the Don. Anyhow, back to the other action we've already seen here tonight: - THE GUIDING LIGHTS defeated former IIWF Tag Team Champions STEAMROLLER when the match had to be stopped due to a nasty leg injury sustained by Brassow, who took a tumble from the ring and twisted his knee very badly. This damage was then compounded by the Figure Four leglock of "The Master" Nate Lawson, and although Brassow refused to submit, the referee decided to stop the match, since Brassow was clearly in no state to continue. SR: That's a really unlucky break for Brassow, if you'll excuse the pun, Dross. Steamroller were looking forward to participating in the tournament in the hopes of winning their belts back, and now there's got to be some doubts as to whether Brassow will be in a fit state to participate. TD: Indeed. Brassow has been taken to hospital, and we'll get an update on his condition as soon as we can. Then we saw another newcomer hit the ring for the first time: - MAGUS defeated "NIFTY" NED NORTON without wasting any time. This big man, over the 300lb mark, hit the ring with some force, blasting Norton with high-impact manoeuvres, before applying his trademark sleeper hold. It took the referee less than ten seconds to stop the match after the sleeper was locked in. SR: Magus impressed me, Dross. He's a big guy, but even so, he showed quite some strength when he held that no-hoper in the sleeper hold with his feet not even touching the canvas to really increase that leverage. He's one powerful guy. A bit unstable, possibly, but a threat for sure. TD: We also saw the second match in the IIWF World Tag Team Championship round robin tournament earlier on tonight: - The HIGH PLAINS DRIFTERS made it two wins out of two as they defeated the RETURNERS. Sabin and Locke didn't look on top form tonight as they were defeated in quick time by the cohesive Drifters, who seem to be returning to their best form after the difficulties of Ring Wars. The end came when Locke found himself stranded in the ring on the wrong end of Pale Rider's Dirty Harry Scorpion Deathlock. He didn't have much choice but to submit, especially since Sabin was brawling with Easy Rider outside the ring. I don't know about you, Steve, but I'm impressed by the High Plains Drifters. I know they've already wrestled two of their four matches in the tournament, but they're looking better and better each time they step in the ring. SR: Well, Dross, now that Steamroller might be out of the picture, I think the Drifters do stand a chance of walking out of this tournament with the titles. I don't rate the Posse that highly, but I guess they're the best of a bad bunch. TD: I don't know how you can describe the teams in the tag team tournament as a "bad bunch", Steve. There are some great partnerships in competition for those prized belts. Moving on: the final match, just before we came on air tonight: - "SHOWSTOPPER" SIMON LEBEC defeated NAVCOM of the Armed Forces in singles action. He clouted the military man with his Emmy award behind the official's back, and then went for the cover after an elbow from the second rope. Aaron the Caddy was beside himself after the match, but Lebec and Miss Crystal eluded the golf club wielding manager and returned to the locker room area. SR: What a smart competitor Lebec is! That tactic may not have worked against that idiot, the Punster, on Wednesday, but it proved to be second time lucky! Those awards really are invaluable to Lebec. TD: If you ask me, I reckon the IIWF President is going to have some words with Lebec about those awards of his. Anyway, now it's time to go up to the ring for tonight's first live matchup! Let's hear the introductions from Sparkplug Lee: ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ "Frost" Scott Morrison vs. "The Machine" Hunter Robertson _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ RA: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's opening encounter is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Hoboken, New Jersey, and weighing in at 275lbs, here is "Frost" Scott Morrison! [Big heel pop as "Enter Sandman" pumps out of the PA system, and Morrison appears at the head of the aisle. He takes his time coolly walking down the aisle, and sneers at the fans as he comes.] TD: The iceman cometh, Steve. I don't like this guy one bit. He may well possess great wrestling credentials, but he's in need of a real attitude adjustment. SR: You're kidding me, right?! This guy is great. He's got a hundred times more class and style than that Robertson guy. [Frost enters the ring and disrobes, before leaning against one of the turnbuckles, looking around with cool detachment.] RA: And his opponent, hailing from Hopewell, Virginia and weighing in at 287lbs, here is "The Machine" Hunter Robertson! [Big pop as the Machine appears at the head of the aisle and heads towards the ring, hi-fiving the fans as he goes but keeping his eyes firmly locked on Morrison, who still leans up against a turnbuckle in the ring.] TD: Now this is a guy the fans can look up to. Not only is he a great competitor, but he runs a highly successful wrestling school back in his home town, Hopewell, Virginia. SR: Oh yeah, I bet his wrestling academy's really the bee's knees. Lesson no. 1: how to get your head kicked in by a superior athlete. Watch carefully, class. TD: Will you please stop, Steve?! [Hunter jumps up onto the ring apron, but as he steps inbetween the ropes, Frost suddenly charges him and knocks him to the arena floor. The referee signals for the start of the match as Frost follows his opponent to the outside. He stomps away on Hunter, and drags him to his feet. The crowd jeer hugely as he places Hunter's head between his legs and signals for his tilt-a-whirl powerbomb, but Hunter powers out of the hold, backdropping Frost onto the arena floor. Big pop. Hunter steps into the ring to break the referee's count, and then returns to the outside, leaping on Frost from the apron as he gets to his feet. Frost's head snaps back against the steel crowd barriers as he goes down. Big pop.] TD: Yowch! Did you hear that "clang"? That was Frost's head hitting that barrier... that's really got to take it out of you. SR: Frost's clearly at a disadvantage when it comes to that kind of a bump, since it wouldn't hurt "Spare Parts" in the slightest. After all, there's nothing in that head of Robertson's to damage. [Hunter picks up Frost and rolls him into the ring, and then leaps first to the apron, then catlike to the top rope. He raises his arms to the crowd, who cheer loudly, before dropping an elbow on Frost. He goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - kick out! Frost tries to get to his feet, and his dragged back to a vertical base by the Machine. Hunter whips his opponent into the ropes, and attempts a backdrop on Frost, but puts his head down a moment too early. Frost sees the move coming, and underhooks Hunter's arms, executing a vicious tiger bomb on the Machine. Big heel pop. Hunter clutches the back of his head, and Frost lies on the canvas too.] TD: Morrison's not able to capitalise on the advantage that tiger bomb gave him, since he's had a lot taken out of him already, but it's bought him some time to recover. [The referee begins counting both men out - 1 - 2 - the crowd starts chanting "Hun - ter! Hun - ter! Hun - ter!" - 3 - Frost rolls over to Hunter and lays an arm across him for the cover - 1 - 2 - kick out! Hunter tries to pull himself to his feet using the ropes, and Frost kicks one of Hunter's legs out from under him. Hunter goes down and rolls out of the ring. Frost bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and then throws himself at the Machine with a plancha dive. Big pop! Hunter catches Morrison in midair, and spins him around for a powerslam on the outside! Huge pop! Meanwhile, the referee is counting both men out - 2 - 3 - ] TD: Wow! What a manoeuvre from the Machine there! Catching Frost in midair and slamming him to the canvas like that! Unbelievable! [Hunter pounds on Frost on the outside. He attempts to whip him into the steel ring steps, but Frost reverses the move and Hunter hits the steps hard, cannoning over them and hitting his head hard as he lands. Big heel pop. The referee's count continues - 6 - 7 - Frost walks over to the timekeeper's table and knocks one of the officials there off his chair, which he picks up and folds. He weilds it above his head. The count continues - 8 - 9 - ] SR: Yes! Brain the little runt with that chair, Frost! Go for it! TD: That would be a disqualification offence, but it looks like both men have been counted out... the referee's calling for the bell. [Morrison brings the chair down on Hunter's back with some force - a huge "crack" reverberates around the arena. Big heel pop! Ding! Ding! Ding! The referee leaps from the ring in an attempt to keep Frost away from Robertson.] RA: Both men have been counted out; therefore, the referee has ruled this match a double countout. SR: Whoa, you don't say, Sherlock. Gee, Dross, aren't the ring announcers around here just _so_ smart? TD: Steve, Sparkplug Lee is the best in the business. But right now we should be more concerned with the carnage we're seeing at ringside. Frost's got Hunter leaning up against the ringsteps... SR: [interrupting] Yes! He's going to cave "Spare Parts"' skull in against the ringsteps with that chair! [Frost swipes at the Machine, who dodges out the way. The chair hits the ring steps with a huge "clang". Hunter approaches Frost and begins punching him in the midsection.] TD: Thank heavens that shot missed! We could have had a very severe injury on our hands there! SR: We've still not seen any _real_ spilled blood here in the IIWF, Dross. It's very disappointing. TD: Will you please stop?! What's the fun in watching guys bleed all over the place? SR: You really have no idea, do you, Dross? [Hunter wrests the chair away from Frost, and jabs him in the ribs with it. Good face pop as Hunter nails Frost over the head with the chair. He throws the chair out of the way and starts pounding on Frost, stomping on him and punching him. A team of security personnel stream down the aisle and at last separate the two warring men. Hunter raises his hands as if to say that he's done with Frost and starts back up the aisle, to the cheers of the crowd. Several officials help Frost to his feet, but Morrison pushes them away and heads after the Machine. Frost catches up with Hunter just before the entranceway to the aisle, and the two brawl back into the locker room area.] TD: Wow. I'm impressed by the intestinal fortitude and resilience of those two guys. It's going to take a natural disaster to keep them from each others' throats. SR: It's going to take the apocalypse to stop the onset of another ice age, Dross - Frost is going to have "Spare Parts" put into cold storage. We've not seen the last of this battle, I know that for sure. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ Phantom vs. Blackjack Haley _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ TD: Up next we're going to see a mysterious newcomer to the IIWF take on the giant Blackjack Haley. This could be a very interesting encounter, Steve. Phantom defeated fellow newcomer "Nuclear" John Bomber in their first match on Wednesday night, and now the black- clad Anasazi native has challenged the big guy to a match. SR: From what I hear, Phantom's a very impressive wrestler, and I have to admit that out of all the former Horsemen, it's Haley I see suffering the most. He was under the tutelage of Flare, and when that quitter decided to disband the Horsemen, I think Haley was left in the lurch far more than Brad Kinder. He needs someone to fall back on - I mean, let's face it, he's not the brightest guy in wrestling. He's got one hell of a mean temper, and I'd never want to rile the big man up, but he's not such a giant in the mental stakes. TD: A fair analysis, I suppose, Steve. There are all kinds of murmers in the locker rooms at the moment about a possible future alliance that would involve Phantom... SR: Yeah, I know all about that, Dross. Old news. TD: Old news? Well, perhaps you'd care to enlighten the rest of us about these developments... SR: Sorry, Dross. Not my place to do that. TD: I hate it when you do that. Anyhow, let's go up to Sparkplug for the introductions: RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following encounter is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Anasazi, Mexico, weighing in at 286lbs, here is: Phantom! [The crowd give a moderate heel pop as Phantom comes down the aisle, clad totally in black, to the strains of the "Phantom of the Opera". Little emotion is shown through the white mask he wears. He enters the ring and raises his arms to the crowd, the volume of whose jeers rises slightly.] RA: And introducing his opponent, from Baroda, Michigan, weighing in at 325lbs, here is: Blackjack Haley! [The crowd buzz excitedly in a mixture of jeers and cheers as Haley explodes from the top of the aisle and almost runs down to the ring. He steps straight up onto the ring apron, then over the top rope, and walks directly over to Phantom, getting straight into a slugfest with his opponent.] TD: It looks like Haley's not in any mood for pleasantries here tonight, Steve! SR: Perhaps the Phantom reminds Haley of his mother-in-law. I know if I were in there with my mother-in-law, I'd go straight to work on her, too. [Haley topples Phantom with the weight of his blows. Phantom gets straight to his feet and charges at Haley, but is knocked down by a clothesline. He gets up again, and is again knocked down. In fact, every time Phantom charges Haley, he is swatted by the big man with a single blow. Phantom pulls himself to his feet, clearly frustrated, and waits a moment before lunging at the giant - Haley lumbers forward and swipes, but Phantom slides through his legs, and attacks the giant with a standing dropkick. Haley is staggered, but doesn't go down. Phantom kicks Haley in the midsection, and Haley doubles over, allowing Phantom to execute a sloppy DDT on the giant. Big pop. Cover - 1 - 2 - kick out.] TD: That wasn't a brilliantly executed DDT there, Steve. If he'd got that move a little more cleanly, the Phantom could have won the match right there. SR: You try getting a man the size of Haley into a DDT, Dross. In fact, you try getting your next door neighbour's kid into a DDT. You're no wrestler - what would you know? TD: It's strange that you mention it, Steve, because just last week, I was sitting in the garde -- oh boy! I guess that story can wait - the Phantom's just executed a powerslam on the big guy! [Haley lies in the centre of the ring, and the Phantom climbs to the second rope. He attempts to drop a knee on Haley's head from the second buckle, but Haley sits up and the Phantom's knee hits the canvas with some force. Haley immediately capitalises, going to work on the knee with kicks. He knocks the black-clad athlete to the mat and wraps up his injured knee with the Figure Four leglock.] TD: We heard earlier that the legacy of Flare would live on in Haley, and there's the move that Flare perfected. I can't see Phantom lasting long in that hold. [The Phantom slowly, agonisingly inches backwards until he is able to grab the ropes with one hand, and the official forces Haley to break the hold. Haley stands, and Phantom also tries to pull himself back to his feet using the ropes. Haley charges just as Phantom is back on a vertical base and knocks him over the top rope with a boot to the face. He receives a mixture of boos and cheers from the crowd as he raises his arms, before stepping over the ropes and following the Phantom to the outside. He picks up his opponent and executes his running side suplex onto the arena floor - big pop - before rolling the Phantom back into the ring under the bottom rope. He takes his time following Phantom back into the ring, preferring to abuse the fans, and when he steps back up onto the apron, Phantom gouges the giant's eyes and snap mares him back inside. As Haley lies on the canvas, the Phantom climbs to the top rope and prepares to smash an elbow down on the fallen giant.] TD: The Phantom doesn't look too comfortable up there - and he's taking far too long with that elbowsmash - Haley's on his feet... [Haley goes over to the corner and nails Phantom in the midsection. Phantom slips so that he is straddling the top buckle, and Haley climbs to the second buckle himself, throwing Phantom across the ring with a superplex. Big pop.] TD: ... and Haley's made him pay with that nicely-executed superplex. [Haley gets up and walks over to where the Phantom lies on the mat, his chest heaving. He picks him up and hoists him up onto his shoulders with an airplane spin.] TD: Now _there's_ a move you don't see every day - Haley's betraying that amateur background of his right there. SR: It's a highly disorientating move, Dross, but you need to have the necessary size and power to pull it off. There's no way that a smaller man than Haley could lift up a guy as big as Phantom onto his shoulders and spin him around like that. [Haley finally drops the Phantom, who staggers forward a couple of steps. But before he tumbles to the canvas, Haley steps up behind him, underhooks both arms, and applies his full nelson. Applying lots of backward pressure, Haley also lifts his opponent from the canvas, the few inches of extra height increasing the leverage tenfold. The Phantom doesn't waste much time in submitting. Haley drops Phantom and raises his arms in victory.] RA: Here is your winner, by submission: Blackjack Haley! [Haley looks down with disdain on his defeated opponent before stepping from the ring to a mixed pop. As he walks back up the aisle, several fans give him the four fingered salute, and he acknowledges each of them before disappearing from sight.] TD: The spirit of the Horsemen lives on in Blackjack Haley, Steve. SR: It sure does, Dross. I have to say, I was surprised by the big man here tonight. He showed us that superior size and strength advantage, and he also showed us that he's not afraid to stay on a guy and not let him get his rhythm back. The Phantom put up a pretty good fight, but it wasn't good enough to get past the new Blackjack Haley. I'll admit that I thought Haley was going to flounder without the Horsemen behind him, but if he keeps up this current form -- hey! What's going on?! [Suddenly the house lights drop to nothingness, and the video walls are illuminated with dark clouds. A menacing voice echoes across the Fleet Centre:] VOICE: A long time ago, an old friend summoned me. He spoke of his problems - so I put him to rest. I extinguished his fire, so the flare burns no more. The truth of the matter is that I have been watching the IIWF - watching and waiting for quite some time. But now my time has come and the sleeper has awakened! [A pair of eyes come into focus on the video wall and then disappear. The monitors flick off again, and the lights rise once more, accompanied by a confused murmur from the crowd.] TD: Well, what was all that about?! Was that Deathbringer's best friend or something? SR: I think I know what's going on, Dross. But, before you ask, I'm not at liberty to tell you what that is. TD: [annoyed] Fine. Fine. Keep it to yourself, then. SR: I will. Let's get on with the next match. TD: Just like that? You won't even speculate just a little bit? SR: No. TD: Not even a really tiny bit? SR: No. Let's go up to the ring for the introductions in this next matchup. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ Tony Starks vs. "Painbringer" Billy Sexton _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ [The ring announcer stands in the centre of the ring clutching his microphone.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming down the aisle, from Wawa, Ontario, Canada, and weighing in at 245lbs, here is "Painbringer" Billy Sexton! [Moderate heel pop as Sexton comes down the aisle, wearing his red tights and boots. He sneers at the fans, and enters the ring.] RA: And introducing his opponent: coming down the aisle, hailing from Staten Island, New York, and weighing in at 269lbs, here is Tony Starks! [Big pop as Starks appears at the top of the aisle. He is still wearing a support on his knee. He hi-fives the fans on his way to the ring, and does a circuit of ringside before climbing the ringsteps and looking across at Sexton. He signals with his thumb that Sexton is going down, and then steps into the ring through the ropes.] TD: This should be a very athletic encounter between two very technically-competent superstars. SR: Both of these guys know how to break bones, although I'm going to have to go with Sexton in this one. He's a veteran of the ring wars, and he's not been softened up by the moronic fans, unlike Starks, who seems to care what these idiots think, rather than worrying about winning matches. TD: Are we talking about the same Tony Starks?! Starks is a very focused individual. He's set his sights on gold here in the IIWF, and I can't see anything stopping his rise towards the title. SR: One word, Dross: knee. [Starks and Sexton lock up after the opening bell, and Starks takes the early advantage, pushing Sexton into the ropes and hiptossing him to the canvas. Sexton gets up and charges at Starks, but each time he is thrown to the mat by his opponent. Sexton looks out into the crowd, who jeer him, and decides to change his strategy. He holds up his arms for a test of strength with Starks. Starks also looks out into the crowd, who give him cheers of encouragement, and tentatively links first one hand with Sexton, and then the other. Starks seems to have the advantage, and begins to apply downward pressure on Sexton, who screws up his face in resistance to Starks' force. The crowd noise increases as Sexton seems to be going down on one knee, but Painbringer brings a knee sharply up in Starks' midsection, illiciting a big heel pop from the crowd and a sharp intake of breath from Starks. Sexton steps behind Starks, and steps through his legs with one foot, applying a Russian legsweep. Starks goes down, still feeling the effects of the kick. Sexton climbs to the second rope and drops an elbow on Starks' throat, then picks him up and scrapes his face along the ropes. Big heel pop.] TD: Come on, ref! That's a disqualification offence! SR: What are you talking about, Dross? Sexton's performing tests to see how strong the tape on those ropes is. Too bad that Starks doesn't seem to be enjoying being part of a highly scientific procedure. [Starks goes down in the ring, and Sexton begins stomping on Starks' weak knee. He eventually cinches in a Figure Four leglock, and Starks screams in pain, but refuses to submit. Eventually, he manages to lever himself over onto his front, effectively reversing the hold, and now it is Sexton who screams in pain. Sexton reaches behind himself, and slowly drags himself towards the ropes. Eventually, he gets a finger on the bottom rope, and the referee untangles the two men's legs. Both men take a while to get to their feet, and as Sexton turns to charge at Starks, he kicks him in the midsection, stunning him and allowing him to pull off a Northern Lights suplex. Big pop as Starks goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - kick out!] SR: Starks is going to have to do a lot more than pull a suplex out of the bag to get the victory in this one. [Suddenly, there is a buzz in the crowd as "Showstopper" Simon Lebec and Francois appear at the head of the aisle. Lebec is clutching another Oscar in his right hand. The crowd's heel reaction spreads throughout the arena, until, as Starks gets to his feet and turns towards the aisle, he is noticed by the competitors in the ring. Starks opens his arms wide to Lebec and signals for him to step up to the plate, but doesn't realise that Sexton is approaching from behind. Sexton scoops Starks up in an inside cradle - 1 - 2 - kick out!] SR: What a moron! Starks was very lucky to escape from that inside cradle, and all because he's more worried about the spectators than his opponent. TD: But you remember what Lebec did with an award earlier on here tonight, and he hasn't forgotten how Starks made off with one of his Oscars at Ring Wars. The referee needs to get Lebec away from ringside right now - this spells trouble for Starks. [Both men get to their feet and become embroiled in a slugfest. Starks whips Sexton into the ropes and nearly takes his head off with a big clothesline, and then picks him up and whips him into the ropes again. The crowd excitement builds as Starks performs a big powerslam on Sexton. He picks him up once more and whips him into the ropes again, and this time performs his trademark dragon suplex! Huge pop! Starks goes for the cover - 1 - Lebec rolls into the ring - 2 - he nails Starks with the Oscar - Ding! Ding! Ding! The referee immediately signals for the bell.] TD: I can't believe this! Did Sexton have an agreement with Lebec all along? SR: I doubt it, Dross. Lebec doesn't need anybody to prompt him to seek revenge on an old foe. This is great! Look at Lebec go to work on Starks' knee with that award! [Starks writhes on the mat as Lebec drives the Oscar repeatedly into his knee. The crowd are out of their seats, and the heel pop is very loud indeed. Lebec applies the Antagonist on Starks, who screams with pain as his knee is put under even greater strain. Sexton has got to his feet and is also stomping away at Starks.] SR: Yes! The Antagonist is one of the most painful holds in the business - it's a step-over toe hold with a twist, and that knee of Starks' must be absolute agony! This is what we like to see! TD: Steve, you're disgusting! We need to get some help out here, and fast! [As if on cue, the crowd give a big pop as Casey James and the Man Of Steel come running down the aisle and storm the ring. They clothesline Sexton out of the ring, break Lebec's hold, and throw him from the ring. Big pop. Sexton and Lebec back up the aisle, with Francois in tow, as Casey fends them off and Steel tends to Starks. Eventually, they help him to his feet and support him back up the aisle.] TD: Thank heavens the American Heroes were on hand here tonight! That was a despicable display from Lebec. I hope that injury hasn't been compounded by that attack. Starks has missed enough ring action as of late due to that knee. SR: Hopefully he's going to realise sooner or later that his knee is just too weak, and that any opponent worth his salt is going to capitalise on your weaknesses. He's an idiot, Dross. TD: No, he is not, Steve! He's one of the most popular competitors here in the IIWF. But although he got the disqualification victory in that matchup, I don't think he feels like he won anything. SR: Except a lovely weekend break in a hospital! TD: Will you please stop?! I think we're just about ready for our next match here tonig -- hey, what _now_?! [Suddenly, there is a bustle at the head of the aisle as Fisto Flash, Robo Stone and their lawyer, Gary Schwartz, arrive in the arena and come down to ringside. Big heel pop as all three enter the ring, and point at Dross to join them.] SR: Looks like they're calling you out, Dross. You'd better go see what they want. TD: But -- but Fisto's suspended. He shouldn't even be out here tonight! SR: Are you going to argue with a guy wearing an iron fist, Dross? Now get up there. [Dross leaves the broadcast table and climbs the ringsteps, taking the ring announcer's microphone as he goes. He enters the ring.] TD: Ladies and gentlemen: Fisto Flash, Robo Stone, and Gary Schwartz. Gentlemen, what brings you out here tonight? Fisto's been indefinitely suspended from the IIWF - he's got no place out he... RS: [interrupting] Shut up, Dross! We came out here to do the talking, not to listen to your whining crap! My boy, Fisto Flash, can go where he likes, and do what he likes, and there ain't nobody who's going to stop him, understand? [pause] Now, when I heard that my Fisto had been suspended from the IIWF for inadvertently striking an official at Ring Wars several weeks ago, I couldn't believe my ears. You see, the officials here in the IIWF have been doing their damnedest to put as many obstacles as possible between Fisto and success. First, they make him wear a protective padding over that fist of his, and then they suspend him for using it! [pause] You know that Fisto can't help that he's got a steel fist. He's disabled. Imagine the outcry if the IIWF pulled a similarly discriminating stunt against a blind competitor, or a deaf competitor. Fisto's no different -- he's had to cope with a disability all his life. [Heel pop.] TD: Oh, come on - are you seriously trying to tell me that Fisto's _steel_ fist is a necessity? Why not a normal prosthesis like... RS: [interrupting] I told you to shut up, Dross! Now, I went straight to my lawyer, Gary Schwartz. This guy's the best in the business, and I knew that if anybody could get Fisto reinstated, it would be this guy. In the past two weeks, he's pored over the videotapes, he's gone through the contracts with a fine-tooth comb, and he's done it! Gary, explain what you found. GS: Why, of course, Mr. Stone. Now, my client, Mr. Stone, came to me with a contract so amateurishly drawn up that you could drive a juggernaut through its loopholes. I don't know what monkeys work in the IIWF's legal department, but they'd better go back to law school, because I can tell you, once I started looking through those documents, I was amazed they weren't written in crayon. Anyhow, right there, in black and white, on the page, was a clause that allows wrestlers to retaliate in self-defence when attacked. TD: Come on, Mr. Schwartz - Fisto's not been attack... GS: [interrupting] Excuse me - I'm not finished. Now, I checked this out in the rule book, and it's there too. Wrestlers are allowed to defend themselves in the case of an attack. Now, if we examine the videotape of Ring Wars, we can clearly see that not only does Robski strike Fisto first, but we can also see that the _referee_ strikes Fisto in the heat of the moment. Let's take a look at the video evidence. [The video wall lights up with footage of Ring Wars. The brawl between Robski and Fisto is shown in slow-motion. Robski can be seen taking a swing at Fisto, and the referee then gets inbetween them. As the referee puts a hand on Fisto to push him away from Robski, the rest of the screen is darkened, and a circle highlights the contact.] There you see it. The referee clearly pushes Fisto at that point in the action. Now, that blow gave Fisto a large bruise on his shoulder area, as can be seen in the following photograph: [The image on the video wall changes to show a close-up of a shoulder, which is barely discoloured with a slight bruise.] Fisto's collarbone was also suspected of a fracture as a result of this blow. It represents undue force by the match official, and as such, constitutes an assault - an attack, if you will. Therefore, had Fisto struck the referee deliberately, which was not the case since he merely hit the official inadvertently while attempting to get to Robski, then he would have been well within the recourse of the rules. TD: Now surely that retaliation rule is specific only to the wrestlers involved in a match or ringside situation? GS: Yes, you'd think so, wouldn't you? But the rules, like the contracts, are woefully unspecific. When we brought this evidence in front of the IIWF Board of Directors, having found the IIWF President to be highly uncooperative, and even obstructive towards our appeal, they unequivocally agreed that Fisto Flash should be reinstated as soon as possible. RS: Which is why we're out here. Because Fisto Flash is back in the IIWF! Ain't that right, Fisto? FF: You're damned right I'm back! And Robski, you're gonna pay for keeping me away from the rings! I'm gonna come at you like never before! I'm gonna kick your sorry ass all the way back to stinking England! Have you got the guts to step into the ring with your worst nightmare? RS: Come on, boys, we're out of here! Out of my way, Dross. [As Stone leads the way out of the ring, he pushes Dross aside. Flash raises his fist to the crowd and it glints in the spotlights, and the heel pop from the crowd is very loud indeed as the trio head back up the aisle to the locker room area. Dross rejoins Steve Roberts at the announcers' table.] SR: Finally some good news here tonight, Dross! I told you that the IIWF President was a no-hoper. Too many more bad decisions like that one and he could find himself out of a job. TD: I don't know about that, Steve. That "evidence" looked highly spurious to me. I think perhaps the IIWF's legal boys ought to work on tightening up those rules. Fisto's a hard guy to control in the ring, and I honestly believe we'd be better off without him. SR: Just like you, Dross. Fisto Flash is one of the greatest competitors here in the IIWF, and Robski's going to find out just how great in the not-too-distant future. TD: Well, we're running behind schedule, so we'd best get back up to the ring announcer for the introductions in our next matchup. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ Altair vs. Hangman _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ [Sparkplug Lee takes to the ring.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming down the aisle accompanied by the High Plains Drifters and "Outlaw" Josey Wales, weighing in at 315lbs, here is Altair! [Mixed pop for the Posse members as they walk down the aisle. They huddle at ringside, exchanging last-minute tactical ideas, before Altair steps into the ring. A few fans cheer him.] RA: And introducing his opponent: coming down the aisle, accompanied by the Senator and the Atomic Destroyers, weighing in at 322lbs, and hailing from Loredo, Texas, here is the Hangman! [The lights dim in the arena and a gallows appears on the video wall as the Hangman and his entourage make their way down the aisle to the strains of "Desperado" by the Eagle. They receive a solid heel pop. The Hangman climbs the ringsteps, removes his executioner's hood, drapes the noose he carries with him over the ringpost, and steps into the ring. He immediately walks straight over to Altair, who is facing his partners on the outside. The Hangman nails him from behind with a big forearm, and Altair goes down. The Hangman drags him to his feet and executes a backbreaker on his opponent. Big heel pop as he again hoists him up and applies an inverse piledriver on Altair. Altair lies in the centre of the ring, motionless, while the Posse watch, seemingly transfixed, from the outside.] TD: This Hangman's got quite an aura about him, hasn't he? SR: He sure has. It's the stench of death - it just comes off him in waves. And Altair's about to join the ranks of the great unnumbered in a few moments from now. [The Hangman picks up Altair, places his head between his legs, and pulls off a devastating powerbomb on the hapless athlete. Big heel pop. The Atomic Destroyers begin edging around the ring towards the Drifters. Inside the squared circle, the Hangman cinches in his Hangman's Noose, his deadly sleeper hold. The referee lifts Altair's arm once - it drops to the canvas - twice - it drops to the canvas again - for the third and final time - it drops to the canvas again. Ding! Ding! Ding!] TD: It's all over for Altair - and the Destroyers just attacked the Drifters! Almost as if they were waiting for the bell! [As a brawl breaks out at ringside, the Hangman doesn't seem to be in a hurry to release the sleeper hold. Eventually, he lets Altair slump to the mat, and the referee immediately leaves the ring to try and separate the two warring teams on the outside. Meanwhile, the Hangman goes over to his corner and takes the noose. He walks back over to the helpless Altair and slips it over his head.] TD: Oh no. Please, no! Get some help out here quickly! Don't let this happen! SR: Yes! This will put Altair out of the picture for good! If you're going to do something, do it properly! [The Hangman drags Altair to his feet and, clutching one end of the noose rope, flips him out of the ring over the ropes, so that he is effectively hanged by the noose. The crowd are almost out of their seats, popping like crazy.] TD: [shocked] Folks, this has got out of control. We're going to have to leave these scenes right now, and go to some prerecorded comments from the IIWF President. Go to the comments! Where are the paramedics?! Oh no... [Cut to the office of IIWF President Dan Spreadbury. He sits at his desk, with a stern look on his face.] DS: Good evening, fans of the IIWF. I come to you this evening having had a very busy day. This morning, I met with the IIWF's Board of Directors, who informed me of their decision to overturn the suspension I levied on Fisto Flash following the incident at Ring Wars. They also asked me to apologise to Mr. Flash for acting hastily on the matter. I wish to make it clear that it is with great reluctance that I apologise to Fisto Flash and his team. I believe it is of utmost importance to achieve safety for the officials and fans of the IIWF, and I do not like the precedent this decision represents. The inmates cannot be allowed to run the asylum. I also apologise to any fans who feel disappointed by this decision. My hands, I am afraid, are tied. My hands are similarly tied concerning a second meeting I have attended this afternoon. I chaired a conference between Brian Lau, Mistress Sasha and the IIWF Championship Committee, who were discussing the Power of Attorney clause in the Subway Psycho's contract. I can, at this stage, confirm that such a clause does indeed exist in the contract, but discussions reached a stalemate concerning whether the Subway Psycho should be forced to relinquish the IIWF Championship in the light of both this clause and the allegations surrounding his recent actions. If these allegations prove to be founded on truth, then we shall have to consider whether the Psycho has acted in a manner that does not befit the IIWF Champion. I have appealed on behalf of the Psycho and the fans of the IIWF to the Committee and to Lau, but with little success. Again, my voice is just one of many being heard by a larger power than myself. At this stage, the Committee has ruled that, pending an ongoing investigation into the activities of the Subway Psycho, Sasha shall indeed be receiving fifty per cent of the Psycho's earnings either for the duration of the current contract, which is due for renewal next May, or until new terms are agreed. The IIWF World title shall, for the time being at least, remain around the waist of the Subway Psycho. Discussions are ongoing. Thanks for your time. I return you now to Tim and Steve at ringside. [Cut back to wide-angle shots of the arena. A stretcher is being wheeled up the aisle, and the warring teams and managers are being herded towards the locker room area by large numbers of security personnel. Eventually, cut to the announcers' table.] TD: Thanks to the IIWF President for those comments, which are important enough in their own right, but they are rather overshadowed by what we've just seen here at ringside. I don't know what to say, Steve. SR: I do! That was great! Seeing Altair choke for breath as he was hanged over the ropes! He turned a bright shade of blue by the time those paramedics got him free! TD: You're disgusting, Steve! Fans, we can't show you any of the footage of what just happened here in the Fleet Centre, but Altair was very seriously injured by that attack. Apparently, Altair was conscious as he was wheeled out of the arena by the paramedics, but in a worst case scenario, his neck may have been broken. I can't believe what we've just seen. SR: I guess the Senator finally found somebody who can take care of business! Altair's just wrestled the last match of his career here tonight - and he didn't even touch the Hangman with a single offensive manouevre! TD: We'll try and update you on the condition of Altair before we leave you tonight, folks, and we apologise for any alarm or disturbance caused by the attack we have just witnessed. SR: A real life execution! On live television! What great entertainment! The ratings will be sky high for the replay, Dross! TD: Steve, we'll be lucky if they don't take us off air after that. Anyway, let's move on to our next matchup. Sparkplug Lee, it's over to you. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ Joe Latta vs. Man Of Steel _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ [The ring announcer steps between the ropes and stands in the centre of the squared circle.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming down the aisle, accompanied by Brian Lau and Carla Daughtery, hailing from Hagerstown, Maryland, and weighing in at 265lbs, here is: Joe Latta! [Latta and his entourage appear at the head of the aisle to a sizable heel pop. They walk down the aisle, Latta arm in arm with Carla, and Lau walking behind them, a huge smile on his face.] TD: Things are going rather well for Brian Lau and his Syndicate at the moment, wouldn't you say, Steve? SR: Too right, Dross. Those comments from the IIWF Dictator a few moments ago concerning the compromised position of the Subway Stinker are cause enough for celebration, but in this match and our main event, we're going to see more cause to celebrate, as Latta destroys the Man of Squeal, and Tiger Claw beats the Venusian Death Cell to within an inch of his life! TD: We'll see about that. And we'll also see about the Subway Psycho. Something tells me he's not going to just stand by and watch Lau mess with his mind. [Latta arrives at the ring, kisses Carla, and climbs the ringsteps. As he raises his arms to the crowd, they jeer him loudly. He just laughs and steps into the ring.] RA: And introducing his opponent, coming down the aisle accompanied by Casey "Whitebread" James, and weighing in at 227lbs, here is the Man Of Steel! [Good pop for Steel and Casey as they come down the aisle, stopping to sign autographs and pose for photographs with the fans on their way to the ring.] SR: Come on, kiddies, we've not got all night! Can I go out there and hurry them up, Dross? TD: No, you're staying right there, Steve. [Casey pats Steel on the back as they arrive at ringside, and gives him a few words of encouragement as he steps through the ropes to begin the match. The timekeeper signals for the start of the match. Latta and MOS lock up in the middle of the ring, but Latta exerts his superior size and strength, pushing MOS away, and flexing his muscles. The two men lock up again, and again MOS comes off the worse. Both men move in for a third lockup, but MOS performs a quick go-behind on Latta, and pushes him into the ropes, trying to pull him over backwards for an inside cradle. Latta holds onto the ropes and seems rather pleased with himself, turns around, and gets hit by a dropkick from MOS, which sends Latta tumbling over the top rope and to the outside. Big pop.] TD: I think we can clearly see here that although Latta possesses superior power, Steel has more agility and speed in his favour. And I don't care who you are - a tumble from the ring will take it out of anybody. [Latta stumbles to his feet and is met by Brian Lau, who gives him a few tactical pointers before patting him on the back and encouraging him to reenter the ring. Latta gets back onto the apron, and drives his shoulder into Steel's midsection as MOS approaches him. He then suplexes Steel out of the ring, carrying him some way up the aisle! Huge heel pop!] SR: Yes! What a great move from Latta! Squeal's got to be out of it now! Look at that imbecile, Cornbread - he can't believe it! [Casey runs over to assist MOS, and tends to him, unaware that Latta is approaching behind him. Latta nails Casey with a forearm to the back of the head as the referee continues his count - 3 - 4 - Casey turns and begins beating on Latta, who cinches Casey's head inbetween his arms and attacks with a knee fury.] TD: That's one of Tiger Claw's trademark attacks! But Latta has no business attacking Casey James - he was only out there tending to his tag team partner. SR: Yeah, right. Perhaps you need glasses, Dross. Didn't you see Casey start beating on Latta just a few moments ago? TD: But Latta hit him first! SR: "But" nothing, Dross - play with fire, and you're gonna get burned. [The count continues - 6 - 7 - 8 - Brian Lau leaps to the apron and distracts the referee, stopping the count. Latta pulls MOS to his feet, and drags him towards the ringside area. He leans him up against the steel ring steps and attempts to kick him in the head, squashing MOS's head between steel and boot, but Steel ducks, and Latta kicks the steps hard. Big pop as Latta limps off, his toes killing him. Steel struggles to his feet, and climbs to the apron. He jumps at Latta from the apron, hitting with a bulldog. Big pop! Steel gets to his feet and rolls back into the ring as the referee begins counting Latta out - 1 - 2 - 3 - Casey stirs and moves back towards ringside - 4 - 5 - Latta gets to his feet and rolls into the ring. Steel immediately drags Latta to his feet and executes a backbreaker on his opponent. He then applies a Cobra Clutch on Joe, who screams in pain, but refuses to submit. Brian Lau again leaps to the ring apron, diverting the attention of both Casey and the referee. Casey moves round to where Lau is on the apron, and tugs him down to the ringside area. He admonishes Lau for attempting to cheat, and the referee steps inbetween them. Meanwhile, the crowd erupts as Tiger Claw sprints down the aisle, bounds to the apron and then straight to the top rope. He hits Steel with a knee from the top rope, and then rolls straight out of the ring, dropping out of sight below the level of the apron.] TD: Now Tiger Claw has absolutely no business out here! SR: Of course he does, Dross - Squeal's got Cornbread out here, and Latta needs somebody to even up the score. [Latta rolls over onto Steel. The crowd pop like crazy as the referee turns from the dispute between Casey and Lau, which he has now broken up, and makes the count on Steel - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner, by pinfall: Joe Latta! [Big heel pop as Latta rolls out of the ring. Casey enters the ring to tend to his fallen partner. Suddenly, the crowd erupts as a disturbance breaks out at the head of the aisle. Several security personnel are attempting to hold somebody back - but the figure breaks loose and charges down the aisle. Huge pop!] TD: It's the Subway Psycho! Now Lau's in trouble! SR: No! That criminal should have been locked up by now! [As soon as Lau realises who is on the way to ringside, he and his colleagues vault the crowd barrier and head off into the capacity crowd. The Psycho hits the ringside area, looks out into the crowd, and takes off in pursuit of the Syndicate. Huge pop as the chase heads towards an exit, Lau's men in the lead, the Psycho catching up on them, and security personnel attempting to close down the Psycho. Eventually, the Syndicate escape through an emergency exit, and the security personnel stop the IIWF champion and escort him out of the crowd area. Meanwhile, the American Heroes have left ringside.] TD: I've never seen the Subway Psycho as unhinged as he is right now, Steve. SR: The guy's a criminal, Dross. He was never all there, if you know what I mean, but what with the brain-destroying fumes of the subways and sewers _and_ Lau's mindgames, I'm not surprised he's lost it. He's got no credence as the IIWF Champion, and no place in the IIWF period. He ought to be institutionalised. TD: I think you're being a little harsh, Steve. Well, Steel was absolutely robbed of a victory in that match. He had Latta in that Cobra Clutch in the middle of the ring, and Latta was going nowhere. I guess that just shows what kind of a competitor Latta is - he needs to rely on Tiger Claw for his victories. SR: Dross, I can't believe your bias! Didn't the Man In Tights have that idiot Casey James out there with him? Well, did he or didn't he? TD: He did, but tha... SR: [interrupting] "But" nothing! You make me sick, Dross! TD: Well, moving on, I wonder how Claw's going to get back inside the arena in order to face the Venusian Death Cell in tonight's main event... Let's go up to the ring. ~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~ IIWF Intercontinental Championahip Match: Tiger Claw vs. Venusian Death Cell _.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-.__.-~~-._ [Sparkplug Lee is standing in the ring, holding his microphone.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's main event is scheduled for one fall and is for the IIWF Intercontinental Championship. [Pop] Introducing first, the challenger - coming down the aisle, accompanied by the "Outlaw" Josey Wales, hailing from Venus, and weighing in at 332lbs, here is: the Venusian Death Cell! [Mixed pop as the Venusian Death Cell leads the way down the aisle, Wales following behind. The chilling music of the shower scene from Psycho accompanies his entrance, and he walks straight to the ring, climbs in through the ropes, and sits in one corner, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.] RA: And introducing his opponent, the IIWF Intercontinental Champion - accompanied to the ring by Brian Lau, hailing from Thailand, and weighing in at 220lbs, here is: Tiger Claw! [Claw's traditional Thai boxing music begins, but neither Claw nor Lau are anywhere to be seen. The heel pop dies down to a hushed murmur.] TD: Well, I guess Lau's decided to cut his losses and not have Claw show up for this match. SR: A smart move. With that maniac, the Subway Stinker, still around, I wouldn't let Claw in to wrestle either. TD: Maybe it's just cowardice, since the Cell is undoubtedly a dangerous competitor. Look at him - he's getting impatient in there... [The Cell begins to pace the ring, clearly working himself up into a bit of a state. Wales steps into the squared circle and tries to calm the VDC down.] TD: It looks like the referee's going to call this match off - he's speaking to the ring announcer. Let's hear the verdict... RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has awarded this match to the Venusian Death Cell on a forfeit. However, the Intercontinental Championship remains with Tiger Claw. [Mixed pop. This news only seems to further agitate the Cell.] SR: Why don't you go up there and get comments from Josey Wales and the Cell? TD: [reluctant] Well, the Cell doesn't look like he's too happy... SR: What's the matter, Dross? Go on, get up there. TD: Well, okay... [Dross leaves the announcers' table and climbs the ringsteps, taking the ring announcer's microphone with him. He steps inbetween the ropes and tentatively approaches the "Outlaw" Josey Wales.] TD: Mr. Wales - may I get a few comments from you regarding what we've seen tonight? JW: What do you want, Dross? TD: Well, it could be said that the Posse hasn't exactly had the most successful of evenings here tonight, Mr. Wales. First, Altair is almost killed by the Hangman, and now... well, now Tiger Claw isn't showing up for his match with the Venusian Death Cell... How do you feel about that? JW: Let me share a little something with you, varmint. Tonight, the Senator just upped the stakes in our little disagreement. I've been around as long as the hills and I've taken bumps in my time, but never have I seen a man take the punishment that Altair took tonight. He's in the hospital now, and I don't think he'll be comin' back... so the Posse has lost a member. But it's only added to the fire, Senator. You understand me? You've just made a very grave mistake, critter. The Posse's gonna round you and your cronies up and brand you good and proper. Why, you know what they say, "an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth" - how's the Hangman going to feel when his own noose seals his fate? [Mixed pop from the crowd. The Venusian Death Cell continues to pace backwards and forwards behind Dross and Wales.] TD: What about Tiger Claw? JW: Brian Lau is just about the lowest, most dirty, double-crossin' son of a bitch I've seen round these parts. And I'll tell you what else - he's a coward, and so are the other members of that so-called Syndicate. I ain't surprised that they've not shown up. The Subway Psycho - he's like a bear with a sore head, and he's not gonna rest until he's got your head on a plate, Lau. Well, the Posse's just joined the hunt. And there's no man on this planet who likes the feel of blood on his hands and the taste of blood in his mouth more than the Venusian Death Cell. You made a big mistake when you denied the Cell a shot at the belt in the lowest way. And all because you know the Cell would have whooped your sorry asses all the way across the state and back again! [Another mixed pop. Dross turns to get comments from the Venusian Death Cell.] TD: Er... Cell... any comments for us? [The Cell replies only with a blood-curdling scream, and attacks Tim Dross! He grabs Dross by the throat and applies his Venusian Death Slam on the hapless announcer! Huge heel pop! The Cell continues to set about Dross, biting him and drawing blood from his arm. Wales half-tries to get the Cell off Dross, but seems half-hearted in his efforts. It is left to the swarm of security personnel who storm the ring and remove the Cell and Wales, leading them back up the aisle, the slavering Cell dripping blood from his jaws.] SR: Wow! Guess the Cell was _really_ in a bad mood there. I wonder what Dross tastes like? No, on second thoughts, I don't. Eeew. [A stretcher team comes down to ringside and carry Dross from the ring. They place him on the stretcher and wheel him up the aisle. Cut to Steve Roberts sitting at the announcers' table. He is grinning.] SR: Well, that was fun! The IIWF President may have said earlier that the inmates can't be allowed to run the asylum - well, buddy, have I got news for you! The madmen have shown us tonight that they're well in control! We've had a near fatality, an attack on an announcer, and a rampant so-called Champion wanted by the Police. This whole place is coming apart at the seams, and I, for one, love it! As long as they don't go near my car, that is. Anyhow, that's just about all we've got time for from the Fleet Centre. Too bad that Dross can't be here to wish you all a goodnight, but, hey, I was getting tired of that idiot anyway. So all that remains for me to say is that I'll be coming back at you next weekend live from the Rose Bowl, Pasadena, California! A hot night of wrestling action is guaranteed. Don't forget that the lovely Becky LaRue, and that Barry Moron or whatever his name is, will be coming at you from the Pontiac Silverdome this Wednesday night with more Midweek Mayhem. Anyhow, I'm out of here. 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