##### ###### ### ########## ########## ########## #### ## ########## ########## ########## #### # #### ######## ##### ##### #### ## ##### #### #### #### #### ### #### #### #### #### ############# ######### #### #### ########### ######### #### #### #### #### #### ######### ######### ### #### #### ######### ######### ### ## #### ######## ######## ## # #### =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ## =-=-=-= INTERNATIONAL INTERNET WRESTLING FEDERATION =============================================== M + I + D + W + E + E + K M + A + Y + H + E + M =============================================== * LIVE * IIWF Coliseum * August 14 1996 * [Opening graphics fade through to montage interior shots of the IIWF Coliseum. Fireworks explode in the rafters as the fans in the jam-packed arena hold up their signs and wear their IIWF merchandise. The camera comes to rest on a group of fans all wearing the Midsummer Madness t-shirt. Voice over:] LM: That's what it's all about, folks! We're just three days away from the biggest event of the summer! Midsummer Madness is just around the corner, and all roads lead to Madison Square Garden, New York! This weekend, we're going to see a new IIWF World Heavyweight Champion crowned! [Cut to the announcers' table. Larry Morton stands with Becky LaRue.] LM: Welcome to the IIWF Coliseum, everybody! I'm Larry Morton, and next to me as always is the beautiful Becky LaRue. We're here with another edition of Midweek Mayhem, and things are certainly going to get hot and heavy here tonight, Becky! BL: The thought of you getting hot and heavy sends chills down my spine, Larry. But thankfully I can keep my mind off that horrible image by telling all the fans about the great matches we're going to see here tonight. First and foremost, of course, is the massive IIWF Intercontinental Championship rematch between Brad "Bodybag" Kinder and the man he beat for the belt, Tiger Claw. My man Brad's going to show us all why he's the IC champ. LM: I wouldn't be so sure, Becky. The Syndicate has some incredible momentum going into Midsummer Madness. I wouldn't like to be stepping into the ring to face any of Brian Lau's cronies right now -- and especially not Tiger Claw, who's coming off the back of a huge victory over the Subway Psycho. BL: Just you wait and see, Larry. Tonight's main event is a huge tag match pitting two more Syndicate members, Joe Latta and Hakiro Matsuoko, against Dan Kauffman and the Subway Psycho. Those four men will all be in the same elimination match this Saturday night, Larry. Midsummer Madness could come a little early here this evening! LM: You're absolutely right. We'll also see the new IIWF World Tag Team Champions in action as they face the American Heroes, who have agreed to team up once more in order to tune themselves up for their match with the Family against the Dark Knights this Saturday night. BL: Casey "Cornbread" James and the Man In Tights don't stand a chance, Larry. LM: We've also got all kinds of other action here tonight. The Sandman faces the Don, Blackjack Haley faces "The Machine" Hunter Robertson, and much, much more. BL: Don't forget that unbelievable Manager Submission Match between the Coroner and Brian Lau, Larry. LM: Indeed. And we'll also hear from the IIWF President concerning the Robski affair. BL: You know, Larry, Robski's proved to me in recent weeks that he's actually got some grey matter between those ears of his. He's out for number one, and I can appreciate that in a man. LM: Now there's an equally disturbing image: Becky and Robski. BL: Don't start, Larry. You know who always comes off worst. LM: You're right. But now let's hear from two of the Alliance of Excellence, Dan Kauffman and "Legend" Brandon Bennett, who I caught up with backstage earlier on: [Cut to Larry Morton walking around backstage before Midweek Mayhem.] LM: I'm telling you, the tension can already be felt leading up to Midsummer Madness! There are so many wrestlers on the edge of their seats right now that... Wait a minute... [Brandon Bennett walks around the corner of the aisle and heads straight for Larry, a business-like look on his face.] LM: BRANDON! Hey, any comments before Midweek Mayhem? BB: I suppose. Fisto Flash, I may have been silent for the last few weeks, but there's an old phrase I go by... "The cat that's silent eats well the mext morning". I happen to follow that theory, and Fisto, there isn't much your fist can do when it's locked behind you, or say, above you, or perhaps across your throat while turned over... get the picture? Fisto, it's the wrong time to mess with me, and you're in for a wrestling lesson. LM: Do I sense a little anger? BB: Just a little. My Paul Simon tape is missing, and... LM: That's okay, we really don't have time. Dan Kauffman: What do you MEAN we don't have time? [Larry Morton turns around to see Dan Kauffman right behind him.] LM: And you... where have YOU been the last couple of weeks? DK: I've had some problems outside of wrestling I had to take care of, if you really need to know. But now I'm back in the saddle, and tonight, I don't feel like playing around. Matsuoko, you arrived in fine fashion 11 days ago, but the party is over and now you've got to prove yourself again. I'm sure you'll put up a great battle. But Latta... [Kauffman looks about as pissed as he's ever been] DK: Let me out it this way. I'm going to teach you respect... [gives a cutthroat signal] THE HARD WAY! Latta, you're mine! [Kauffman and Bennett walk off. Cut back to ringside.] LM: It seems that the Alliance of Excellence is ready for action! Let's move swiftly on to the matches we've already seen here tonight: - DEATHBRINGER defeated MR. DAMAGE in the opening match of the night. The Antipodean athlete put up quite a fight, but in the end fell prey to the Burial. Mr. Damage made these comments earlier on tonight: [Scene: Mr. Damage sits on a stool in a seedy bar. He speaks:] "The IIWF keeps throwin' out the challenges for good ol' Mr Damage. This week I have Bad Breathbringer. Deathbringer you are so ugly no wonder you wear that mask. I heard that you're so ugly that when you were a kid, your parents used to tie sausages around your neck so the dog would play with you. I heard when you go swimming at the beach, the tide is too frightened to come in. I saw a portrait of you in the wrestling hall of fame... it was painted in 6 different shades of S**T because you are so ugly. Deathbringer you are nothing but a speed hump on the highway to hell. I should be in hell sometime this weekend. Midsummer Madness is but a few days away and when I am done with this weakling Deathbringer, I am going to relax with a ringside seat for the Punster and Outlaw match. It is common knowledge that I like to study my opponents, and what better way than at ringside. Outlaw if you come near me at ringside I'll floor you and thats a promise. I'm sure my good friends Larn, Steroid and the Hangman might want to witness this match as well. They might not be at ringside but I'm sure they won't be far away....... "Barman, I'll have another Ass Pocket Of Whiskey....." [Fade] In the end, Mr. Damage didn't quite have the tools to put the big 'Bringer away, but we saw a very intense Deathbringer out here tonight, Becky. I've got to believe that being incarcerated in his locker room last Saturday Night by the Syndicate has only increased his drive to succeed at Midsummer Madness. And he was without the Coroner, too. BL: Well, the Coroner's clearly preparing for his match later on tonight. It is strange that Deathbringer hasn't been seen with the Coroner at all in recent weeks. If you ask me, the Coroner's become a little unhinged since he challenged Lau to a match. LM: You could be right, Becky. It's going to be a very interesting night, of that I'm sure: - THE OUTLAW defeated THE PUNSTER in a fantastic battle of the light heavyweight vs. the powerful big man. The Punster had the crowd on its feet several times throughout the match with his high-flying antics -- not to mention that bizarre sense of humour -- but the Outlaw kicked out of the Pun-ch line, and caught the Punster in the Cattle Buster DDT not long afterwards. - SIMON LEBEC defeated "NUCLEAR" JOHN BOMBER when Magus once more interfered in the match. Magus came down to ringside during the course of the match, which was being dominated by Bomber, and distracted the referee. Lebec was handed an Emmy award by Francois, which he clocked Bomber with, and he was able to get the cheap pinfall. After the match, Magus stormed the ring, and together he and Lebec set about Bomber with gusto. It wasn't until Steamroller ran down to ringside to stop the carnage that injury was averted. The fans are certainly warming to Taylor and Brassow, Becky. They seem to have left their rule-breaking days behind them, and learned the value of having allies. BL: I remember once my father saying to me, "If a man stands on his own, he is strong. When he relies on others, he is weak." I have no idea what he meant, but it seems appropriate to mention here. LM: Er... quite. Moving on: - FISTO FLASH pinned "LEGEND" BRANDON BENNETT after Joe Latta came down to the ring. Robo Stone distracted the referee, and Latta held Bennett on the outside as Flash removed the padding from his steel fist and nailed the groggy Bennett with his illegal fist. Bennett was knocked unconscious, and Flash rolled him back into the ring and pinned him. Latta then attacked Bennett again, and Dan Kauffman came to the rescue. The Syndicate clearly has a plan to make sure that the Alliance of Excellence doesn't make it to Midsummer Madness, Becky. BL: Much as I find him hard to bear personally, I've got to hand it to Brian Lau. Right now, he's probably the most powerful man in the IIWF. With Sasha by his side -- and every man needs a strong woman -- and a wrestling roster of Tiger Claw, Joe Latta, Hakiro Matsuoko and an as yet unnamed fourth Syndicate member, he's holding all the cards. LM: That's all fair comment, Becky, but I hear that Lau really _hasn't_ got a fourth Syndicate member lined up for Saturday night. BL: Well, let's just say that nobody's without their price, Larry. LM: What on earth do you mean? BL: I mean that something big's going to happen this Saturday night, Larry. LM: Do you care to elaborate, Becky? BL: Of course... not. LM: That's really infuriating. Well, let's move on: - THE ATOMIC DESTROYERS staked their claim for another shot at the IIWF Tag Champions with an impressive victory over THE GUIDING LIGHTS. Lawson and Augustine never looked like matching up to Larn and Steroid, who are clearly very fired up indeed over the prospect of having the final word in their war with Josey Wales' Posse, and it was Nate Lawson who was put away by an impressive Spinebuster. - THE ARMED FORCES continued their seemingly inexorable rise through the tag ranks here in the IIWF with a big victory over LAW & DISORDER. Their tactics could have been taken straight out of a wrestling text book -- they cut the ring in half, kept Marshall Law away from his partner, utilised the five seconds between tags to full effect -- that is, until Aaron the Caddy once again got itchy fingers, and tried to strike Ace Maverick with a golf club as he stood on the apron. Maverick caught wind of the attack, grabbed the club from Aaron, and nailed him with it. The crowd went nuts as Maverick then stormed the ring and nailed NavCom with the club. But the referee saw the offence and disqualified Law & Disorder. BL: They're going to have to do something about that temper of theirs, or they don't stand a chance this Saturday night. You can bet that Aaron the Caddy's not going to forget about that lump on his head. LM: You're probably right, Becky. Right, without further ado, let's get to tonight's live action. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Sandman vs. Don Antonio =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= [Don Antonio leads the way down to the ring with his sidekick Vinny Cappicola, although Salvatore Fiorello is still conspicuous by his absence as he continues his recuperation from the injuries sustained at the hands of the Knights. The Sandman comes out to a big heel pop. The match gets underway, and the Don dominates, but at one point, he clotheslines the Sandman out of the ring. The Sandman rolls under the ring, only to be dragged back outside by the Don. However, the Sandman now seems to be totally fresh, and takes back the advantage. Much to the surprise of the crowd, he executes the Misery Drop on the Don and pins him. Cappicola, at ringside, looks stunned, and enters the ring. He winds up to punch the Sandman, when the Sandman removes his mask, revealing himself to be the Prince of Darkness! Suddenly, the real Sandman rolls back out from under the ring and sneaks up behind Vinny. Cappicola can hardly believe his eyes, and the fans give a huge heel pop. PoD executes the Misery Drop on Cappicola, and gives the Don a second taste of the deadly move before leaving the ring with the Sandman.] RA: Here is your winner, by pinfall: the Sandman... er, the Prince of Darkness... no, the Sandman! LM: I can't believe what we've just seen! The Prince of Darkness has joined the Dark Knights! The odds are certainly stacked against the Family and the American Heroes as they go into their match at Midsummer Madness now! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= IIWF World Tag Team Championship Match: High Plains Drifters vs. American Heroes =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= [The High Plains Drifters come to the ring for their first tag team championship defence, accompanied by the jeers of the crowd. They seem uncaring of their reception, and hold their belts aloft before retiring to their corner for a few last words of advice from Josey Wales. The American Heroes come out to a good reception. They give hi-fives to the crowd on their way to the ring, although Steel appears more excited by the match than Casey does. Casey starts off the match for the Heroes, and he and Steel keep the Drifters at bay with quick tags and effective power moves. However, later in the match, Steel becomes trapped in the ring, and takes a lot of punishment from Pale and Easy. Each time he makes it over to his corner to tag in Casey, Casey seems to be showboating to the crowd, or arguing with Josey Wales on the outside. Steel eventually succumbs to the Hang 'em High clothesline, and although Casey charges the ring, he is too late to help Steel, who is pinned by Easy Rider.] RA: Here are your winners, by pinfall, and still the IIWF World Tag Team Champions: the High Plains Drifters! LM: Well, Becky, although that was a fine performance from the Drifters, in part, the failure of the Heroes in that match was due to Casey's apparent preoccupation with the crowd... this doesn't bode well for Midsummer Madness. BL: You're right, Larry. Perhaps these two guys _are_ better off in singles competition after all. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Blackjack Haley vs. "The Machine" Hunter Robertson =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- [Robertson comes to the ring first, but he doesn't even make it that far as he is jumped by Haley. The giant batters him against the steel ringsteps, and drops him onto the crowd barriers. Neither man makes it as far as the ring, although the referee attempts to restore order. However, the official too gets manhandled by Haley, and the crowd begin pelting him with all manner of balled up cups, posters and ice. Haley refuses to relent on his attack on Robertson, even beating off various other security personnel, until the rest of the Performers, Robertson's teammates at Midsummer Madness, dash down the aisle to his rescue. Eventually they force Haley back up towards the locker room, and help Robertson back up the aisle.] LM: We didn't even see a match there! That was a totally brutal and uncalled-for attack from Haley! BL: He's got the meanest mean streak of any superstar here in the IIWF. It's no wonder nobody wants him on their team at Midsummer Madness. LM: I wonder whether "the Machine" will even make it to Madison Square Garden this Saturday?! That was one hell of a beating he just took. BL: If he's got any sense, he'll stay right away if Haley's going to be in the area. He's a ticking time bomb, Larry. LM: Right now, let's go live to the offices of the IIWF President to hear what he has to say about the Robski affair. For those of you who haven't heard about this incredible turn of events, it seems that Robski's anti-American sentiment actually extends as far as illegal arms dealing to various hostile nations over the course of the past fifteen years. This, it seems, is how Robski accrued his great wealth, not through a family inheritance as he had hitherto claimed. In the latest shocking turn, Robski has apparently had the journalists who were pursuing his past actions killed! I'm still in shock over this whole affair, folks, but it's clearly a matter of great concern to the IIWF President. Let's go directly to President Dan right now. [Cut to split screen, the announcers' table on the left, and the office of the IIWF President on the right.] LM: President Dan, thanks for being with us here tonight. I appreciate that things would be hectic in any case only days away from a huge event like Midsummer Madness, but this Robski business must be a major headache that you could have done without. DS: You're absolutely right, Larry. The worst thing is that it seems impossible for our legal department to cut through the various cover-ups that seem to have been meticulously woven together over the past fifteen years. Although we are aware of the allegations, and that there are somewhere some documents in existence which determine exactly what Robski's role in this shocking affair might be, we have not been able to locate these documents, and thus we have no concrete evidence against Robski whatsoever. LM: So is Robski still free to compete in the IIWF? DS: For the time being, yes. He has perpetrated no acts inside the rings that would call for me to suspend or dismiss him, and until more is known about exactly what his extra-wrestling interests are, we have no reason to break the terms of his contract. LM: Can you say anything off the record, President Dan? DS: It would be inappropriate for me to say anything unprofessional at this juncture, Larry, but between you and me, I'm extremely unhappy about this whole situation, and I'm looking to have it resolved as soon as possible. LM: Thanks for being here, Mr. President. DS: That's fine. Goodnight. [Cut back to normal shot of announcers' table.] LM: Well, Becky, Robski could be in deep trouble from all sides. The Police, the CIA and the IIWF all seem to be out to get him. Surely soon it won't be safe for Robski to stay in America! BL: Nah... that's all hogwash. Remember what else Robski has in abundance: money. Say what you will about the American judicial system, but one thing's certain: the poor go to jail, and the rich get off. LM: Becky, that's an outrageous thing to say! Folks, I apologise for the ill-advised comments of my broadcast colleague. BL: What's the matter, Larry? Does your salary not allow you to hire a good lawyer? LM: Let's move straight on to our next matchup. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Manager Submission Match: Brian Lau vs. The Coroner =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= [The oriental drums begin to play. Sparkplug Lee begins to speak before his mic is turned on.] RA: .....thing on? Is this.... Oh, hello. [Crowd pops] Coming to the ring, escorted by his wrestlers; Tiger Claw, Hakiro Matasuoko and Joe Latta, he is the mastermind of the syndicate: Brian Lau! [Lau and the Syndicate strut confidently to the ring. There is a noticable heel pop, but just as many jeers. Mockingly, A few show offs assume exaggerated oriental fighting poses. Tiger Claw takes a karate strike stance and the two quickly disappear into the crowd. Lau enters the ring while his men stay outside.] BL: Lau is fighting the Coroner, I'm not sure why. LM: Because he was challenged? Coroner had quite a wrestling career a few years back. Before he joined with Deathbringer. BL: And why did he? Deathbringer doesn't seem to need him. LM: Maybe he's been influenced somehow. BL: Like Deathbringer is an undead Svengali? I don't think so. Oooh Larry, don't look in his eyes or you might fall under his power. LM: Now stop that. BL: Boo! RA: Hailing from Tombstone, Nevada. 6 foot 5 inches and 275 pounds, The Coroner! [The crowd pops. There is much waiving of Deathbringer promotional material. The Coroner enters in his lab apron and rubber gloves. He holds high an embalming needle. Megadeth's "Black Friday" blows out the speakers. Three men follow the Coroner in.] LM: Who are those men with him? BL: The "Masters of Pain", Coroner's old wrestling stable. LM: That must have been long before my time if you remember them. [Sudden intake of breath. He swallows, then squeeks] That. Hurts. Please. Let. Go. BL: You let a guy do the report for a week and suddenly he thinks he can say any old fool thing. RA: This is a special match. A winner will only be declared if he can get his opponent to submit. [Coroner climbs into the ring. The "Masters of Pain" space themselves around one side of the ring, the Syndicate men do the same on the other side. Joe Latta briefly exchanges shoves with one of the "Masters"] LM: You still haven't told me who these men are. BL: Well, there's Tommy "Rifleman" Maddocks... LM: The N.Y. Giants Quarterback? BL: ...and Chuck "Bodybag" Jones... LM: The cartoon animator? BL: [noticably aggitated] And lastly, Michael "Scarface" Myers. LM: The killer from the "Halloween" movies?! BL: You're pitiful, Larry. [The bell rings and the two each try to soften each other up with clotheslines and uppercuts. Coroner gets on an armbar which Lau quickly reverses. Lau gets a side headlock then delivers a series of blows to the kidneys before letting go. Coroner tries to execute a half nelson, can't get it, so is content to just toss Lau into the corner. He follows up with a chop to the throat then a hip toss. Coroner charges, Lau leg whips and locks up each leg.] LM: I don't know how useful Shi's instruction was, the Coroner seems to be brawling on instinct. [Lau increases the pressure. Coroner tries to roll out, can't, and rakes Lau's eyes, causing him to break the hold. Again Coroner takes the offensive with a knee drop and a side suplex. He throws Lau to the ropes then catches him in a small slam. He begins an armlock but Lau is able to snap him to the canvas. Lau drives a heel to the throat, then lands off the ropes with a scissor leg drop.] BL: I had a funny thought. What if the Coroner is Lau's fourth man? LM: I don't think that would be funny at all. BL: You have no sense of humor. [Lau begins a figure four lockup, Coroner manages to plant a leg on his rear and lauch Lau to the ropes. Coroner flattens Lau then begins his feared Indian death lock. Lau reverses it! Pop!] LM: He reversed it! Just like he said he would! BL: Did you doubt him? [Coroner reverses again, shifting into a cross face chicken wing. Brian Lau flails, but cannot escape.] BL: The problem with the Oriental techniques is this: The practitioner waits until his opponent makes that one mistake, which proves to be fatal. But what if your opponent doesn't make that mistake? LM: Well, here it's all over for Lau. And if I may say, I'm pleased with this ending. BL: It never over until Brian lau _SAYS_ it's over. [The Referee asks for the submission. Lau says no, then gestures strangely. Immediatly, Hakiro Matasuoko jumps to the apron, off the ropes onto Coroner with a knee. The hold is broken. "Rifleman" Maddocks charges the ring, dragging Hakiro back outside where they roll into the brawl between Tiger Claw, Latta, "Bodybag" Jones and "Scarface" Meyers. The crowd goes crazy.] LM: Well, that wasn't sporting. [While the referee looks to he outside, Coroner slowly pulls a Brass Knuckles from his tights. Lau rises and Coroner cracks him across the temple.] LM: Well, um, that wasn't very sporting either. The crowd goes silent as Coroner stands over the fallen Lau. Even the brawlers on the outside come to an abrupt halt. Coroner bellows to the crowd:] TC: I'm out to destroy and I will cut you down! [He drags Lau to his feet, pulls back his brass knuckled fist and targets Lau's jaw. The arena goes black.] LM: Oh no! The power's out! Lau could get killed before security arrives! [The lights resume and the crowd explodes. Deathbringer stands behind Coroner, he drops a hand on his manager's shoulder. Coroner drops Lau and turns to face Deathbringer. He pauses for a moment as the two lock eyes. A look of horror crosses the Coroner's face.] LM: What did he see in Deathbringer's red eyes that could terrify him so? BL: Tim Dross's hairpiece? You in a bathing suit? IIWF cafeteria's Tuna Salad casserole? [Coroner looks down. The crowd and the other wrestlers remain still. Coroner smiles a wicked grin and swings on Deathbringer with the knuckles. Deathbringer catches the brass-shod fist in his hand. The crowd pops.] LM: It's chaos! The Coroner has turned on Deathbringer! Who is the master and who is the sertvant?! BL: Funny, that sounds exactly like my situation last night. [Deathbringer grabs Coroner by the throat. The crowd pops again. The Masters of Pain rush the ring, but one red eyed glance from Deathbringer sends tham back outside. The Syndicate pulls the woozy Lau from the ring. Coroner pleads for mercy. 'Bringer lifts for a huge chokeslam. Coroner is suspended in air for an eternity, the crowd gasps, 'Bringer jumps, slamming Coroner hard into the canvas. He stands above his manager for a moment, then the lights go out.] LM: I can't believe what we've just seen. BL: You better believe it. Big time problems in the mortuary. Skeletons coming out of the closet, buried secrets and all that. LM: Who are you, the Punster? BL: Take that back. [The light rise again. Deathbringer has disappeared. The Masters pull Coroner out of the ring and carry his limp form up the aisle. The Syndicate similarly aids a groggy Lau backstage.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= IIWF Intercontinental Championship Match: Brad "Bodybag" Kinder vs. Tiger Claw =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= [Sparkplug steps into the ring. He taps the microphone to make sure it's on. He grins sheepishly.] RA: This bout is for the IIWF Intercontinental Titile. Introducing first, from Thailand, [Oriental drums begin] standing 6 foot 2, and weighing 220 pounds, from the Syndicate, Tiiiiiger Claaaaaaaw! [Claw walks out to moderate heel support. He is completely unminding of the popcorn which fans pelt at him.] LM: How can this man come out and wrestle after what happened to his manager Brian Lau? BL: You think he cares? Tiger Claw obeys the laws of natural selection. The strong don't weep for the weak. The strong survive and this man is the predator which preys on them all. LM: That was eloquent. BL: I stole it from National Geographic. LM: That may be so, but I have to believe that his mind is partially on Lau. We'll try to get you an update on his condition. RA: His opponent, from the Arizona Desert, 6 foot 6 and 295 pounds, one of the Dark Knights and the IIWF Intercontinental champion, Brad "Bodybag" Kinder! [Pantera's "War nerve" begins to play. Kinder, belt over his shoulder, strides in. The crowd pops. A sea of foam fingers reading "Bodybag"'s name point to the rafters. There is a blast of smoke and a cascade of sparks shoot up from center ring. Kinder steps through the ropes than points to the belt.] BL: Yoo hoo, Brad, over here. LM: Cut that out. BL: Jealous? LM: No. BL: Don't be, you're not his type. [The bell rings. Brad goes high as Tiger Claw quickly knocks him off his feet with a drop toe hold. Claw hits with a knee strike, then an elbow to the neck. Kinder rolls out of the ring.] BL: No, no. This isn't right. LM: Seems that Claw is using his anger over Lau to punish Kinder. [Bodybag climbs back into the ring. Claw swing kicks but Kinder blocks and lifts Claw for a vicious spinebuster. He stomps Tiger Claw's knee, drags him to his feet and throws him to the rope. Claw heel kicks, misses, Kinder lifts him across his shoulders into a painful backbreaker.] BL: Go Brad, go. Go Brad, go. LM: You're supposed to be impartial. BL: I am. I cheer Brad when he's winning, and boo Tiger Claw when he's losing. [Kinder begins a spin, and momentarily loses his grasp. Claw takes the opportunity to flip and floor Kinder with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors which causes the crowd to pop in spite of itself. Claw follows up with an elbow smash. He then wraps Kinder's leg back on itself. Kinder yells, but stretches out to his full extent, barely making the ropes. Ref calls for the break.] LM: Things don't look so good for "Bodybag" Brad. Becky, are you biting your nails? [Claw breaks, stamping on the leg once before he leaves. Kinder stands as Claw bounces off the ropes with a heel kick. Kinder ducks as Claw forcefully stradles the top rope. Kinder limps over and pumps the rope up and down. Claw painfully bounces before teetering over and outside. The ref begins a count 1..2..3.. Kinder crawls under the bottom rope. 4..5.. The two face each other outside. 6.. Kinder gets ahold of Claw and rams him head first into the apron. 7..8.. He throws Claw back in before climbing in himself.] BL: I wasn't worried. Brad's back in control. [Kinder places Claw's head down and lifts the powerbomb. Tiger Claw uses the momentum, bending Bodybag back into a backslide. Ref counts 1-2- Kinder powers out. He rushes the smaller man, but Claw plants and expertly uses a judo throw to toss Kinder over the top rope and to the floor. BL: Time out! Time out! LM: There is no time out in wrestling. BL: Not even for Brad? LM: He may have something better than that, look! [Sandman, POD and Phantom come ringside. Claw is about to strike from the ringpost but sees the three new men and thinks the better of it. They make threatening motions to Claw, then help Kinder to his feet. The cheer of "Knights! Knights!" begins in the rear of the coliseum. Kinder climbs back into the ring. Again they lock up collar and elbow. They exchange shots center of the ring. Kinder tries an Irish whip, Claw reverses. Kinder bounces out of the corner. Tiger Claw delivers a spinning heel kick, but Brad ducks and instead Tiger Claw smacks the referee, sending him to the mat.] LM: The ref is down! The ref is down! [Sandman, POD and Phantom are immediately in the ring. With Kinder they begin a triple team which Tiger Claw cannot withstand for long. Finally, Kinder gets Claw in a full nelson. Sandman climbs up on the shoulders of the massive Phantom and launches through the air. With his last effort, Claw slips the hold and Sandman delivers a decapitating lariat to Bodybag Kinder. The Ref gets back to his feet, immediately expelling the illegal knights. Claw climbs the ropes.] LM: He's getting in position to end it all. BL: Get up Brad! LM: It's too late! Here comes the Golden Tiger Strike! [Tiger Claw sails off the ring ropes with the Golden Tiger Strike. He lands the knee to Kinder's head then covers. 1 - 2- 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner, and _new_ Intercontinental Champion: Tiger Claw! [pop] BL: No! No! No! He cheated. It was the ref, Lau paid him off! There should have been a disqualification for interference and the belt can't change on a DQ! LM: Better live with it. This should make Brian lau feel a little better. BL: Brad wants a rematch, right here, right now! [The Knights roll Kinder from the ring as Claw holds the belt aloft. The crowd give a big heel pop. The Sandman, Phantom and the Prince of Darkness help him up the aisle.] LM: It seems that even with the added strength of the dangerous Prince of Darkness, the Syndicate will overcome! What you were saying earlier on about Lau being the most powerful man in the IIWF just got even more pertinent. Tiger Claw is our first two-time Intercontinental Champion! BL: I need a cup of coffee. Or a beer. Yeah, a beer. LM: Later. It's time for our main event now, as the Syndicate completes tonight's triple whammy, facing two of the Alliance of Excellence, Dan Kauffman and the Subway Psycho. So far, Lau has been incapacitated and Claw has regained the IC title. Is this going to put the Syndicate 2-1 up tonight, or 1-2 down? BL: Who cares? I can't believe what cheaters the Syndicate are... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Angel of the Sun" Hakiro Matsuoko & Joe Latta vs. Dan Kauffman & Subway Psycho =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: Here's one of your favorite wrestlers. BL: Whatever do you mean? LM: No "Joe Latte'" jokes? No slurs on Carla Daughtery? BL: Oh sure, I'll admit that I thought Joe Latta was misguided by Dan Kauffman, but he's seen the error of his ways. [The Oriental drums of the Syndicate begin once again to play. Hakiro Matasuoko and Joe Latta enter the ring. There is a loud, mixed response. A sign reading "Who's #4" is displayed prominently. The sound switches over to "Crazy Train" as both Subway Psycho and Dan Kauffman jog ringside. The roar in the Coliseum is almost deafening. Brandon Bennett follows in behind, somewhat gingerly.] LM: They don't call the Subway Psycho the people's champion for nothing. BL: You mean he pays them? LM: I kind of missed the Coliseum while we were on the road. Oh, the fan support was terrific, but it feels good to be home. BL: Good? We had Pacific Salmon in the northwest, Cajun creole cooking on the Mississippi delta, even Boston Baked Beans. Here the Coliseum Cafeteria considers chili cheese nachos and bomb pops fine cuisine. [Subway Psycho starts against Hakiro Matasuoko. Psycho asks for a test of strength, but instead Hakiro delivers a sweep kick to Subway's knee which drops the former champion. Immediately Psycho is to his feet, Hakiro hip tosses him, then lands a standing drop kick. Psycho is thrown to the corner. Hakiro launches a high knee, but Subway avoids as Matsuoko slams hard into the corner.] LM: The crowd has its favorites, but this isn't the match-up everyone wants to see. BL: I don't. LM: They want to see Dan Kauffman lock up with Joe Latta. BL: I repeat: I don't. [Psycho whips Matasuoko into his home corner. Hakiro jumps the buckle split legged leaping over the inrushing Subway Psycho. Hakiro plants but Psycho flattens him with a clothesline. He does the same to Joe Latta outside who flies off the apron.] BL: These guys _really_ need the direction of Brian Lau. LM: Since you asked...I've just gotten word that Mr. Lau is stunned but does not have a concussion, and should be okay. He is in the medical area being guarded by Tiger Claw. [Subway Psycho lifts Hakiro onto his shoulder then running power slams him across the ring post.] LM: In other news, it seems that Deathbringer has the Coroner closely guarded in the room across the hall from where Claw is with Lau. The two have an uneasy peace in the locker room hallway. [Subway tags in Kauffman to a huge pop. Flash immediatly throws the limp Hakiro against the ropes. He catches him, about to land the 'powerplant' spine buster. Like a shot, Joe Latta runs into the ring swinging away with chops and forearms on Kauffman. Subway Psycho runs in to defend, and in seconds a melee occurs in center ring.] LM: I thought it was chaos before, but all hell is breaking loose now! BL: Talking about which, it seems that Deathbringer and Tiger Claw are going at it backstage. [Hakiro has gotten to his feet. The referee tries to force the illegal men out of the ring; but Latta and Kauffman are tangled in the corner where Latta has the upper hand; Psycho exchanges knife edged chops with Matasuoko. Brandon Bennett climbs to the apron. The referee finishes his five count and signals for the bell. Ding! Ding! Ding! The wrestlers ignore it.] LM: Can you believe that the same group will meet at Midsummer Madness? BL: If there's anything left of them. [Kauffman sags in the corner, Latta turns to double team Subway Psycho. With a double leg pickup they flip him over on top of Kauffman. Hakiro handsprings and drives a back elbow to the two. There is an uproar from the back as Deathbringer drags Tiger Claw down the aisle. He tosses him against the ring steps. Latta and Hakiro move to attack when Brandon Benett leaps from the rope, taking both of them out with a flying back cross body block. Crowd pops. Deathbringer throws Claw into the ring. Kaufman rises, bulldogging latta into the corner. Claw gets up, so does Subway behind him. Tiger Claw rips off his newly won Intercontinental belt and brings it down on the head of Subway Psycho.] BL: Deja vu to how Claw lost the belt. Subway deserved that. LM: No one deserves that. BL: You do. I'd whack you with my belt but I'm afraid you'd enjoy it too much. [Claw holds his belt center ring. He observes a weakened Latta and Matsuoko then a still fresh Kauffman, Bennett, and Deathbringer. Slowly he leaves the ring, his partners beside him. Cut to the announcers' table.] LM: With Midsummer Madness just around the corner, you know this hasn't ended. BL: [through gritted teeth] And-when-is-Mid-summer-Mad-ness-? LM: Why, August 17. [aside] Thanks. BL: You owe me. LM: Well, I'll buy you that beer you wanted after the show. In fact, we're just about out of time here tonight, folks. The scene is set, the battle lines are drawn, and the sides are picked. This Saturday night, in Madison Square Garden, the IIWF superstars will assemble for the finest night of action in the history of this great sport. I am, of course, talking about IIWF Midsummer Madness! Call your cable operator right now to order what is sure to be the hottest night of the summer! We'll be back with more Midweek Mayhem in two weeks' time, and our colleague Tim Dross will be with you live on Friday night with the special March to Midsummer Madness report. Perhaps we'll even find out just who the Syndicate's last man is... Anyway, we're out of here. Both Becky and myself will be in the Garden on Saturday night, so we'll see you then. For Becky LaRue, this is Larry Morton, saying: so long, everybody! [Cut to aerial shot of the ring as Kauffman and Bennett tend to a semi- conscious Subway Psycho. Fade] +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I * I * W * F =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+ | Send mail to iiwf@sisko.demon.co.uk with the subject lines: | | "send faq" for the FAQ + "send singles" or "send tag" for the | | rosters + "send handlers" for a list of handlers | +------------------------------------+---------------------------------+ | URL: http://www.sisko.demon.co.uk/ | President: Daniel Spreadbury | +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+