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As fireworks erupt in the rafters, elliciting a huge pop from the capacity crowd, pan down to the ringside announcers' table, at which stand Tim Dross and "Soundbite" Steve Roberts.] TD: Welcome everybody to the IIWF Coliseum! We are coming at you live and loud with another edition of IIWF Saturday Night! I am, as always, Tim Dross, and by my side is the one and only "Soundbite" Steve Roberts. Steve, events have really taken some unbelievable turns in the past week! SR: If you're talking about the Masked Outlaw -- or rather, Outlaw J.W. Hardin, Dross, then "unbelievable" doesn't even begin to describe this revelation. I tell you, Dross, when I saw the Outlaw yesterday... well, let's just say that he's one mean hombre who I do _not_ want to get on the wrong side of. TD: And he'll be in action later on tonight! I hope security are going to be on hand! Of course, IIWF Midsummer Madness only went down last week, and tonight, we'll see the newly-crowned IIWF World Heavyweight Champion, Deathbringer, take on the man who jumped him after two gruelling matches last Saturday night in Madison Square Garden -- the giant Blackjack Haley. SR: What a match that's going to be, Dross! Who knows what kind of shape Deathbringer's in following the events of last weekend. Sure, he talks the big talk, but he walked such a big walk in the Garden that I wouldn't be surprised if both his legs were broken now... so to speak. TD: Er... nice analogy, Steve. In other title action, we'll see the IIWF World Tag Team Champions, the High Plains Drifters, take on the Armed Forces. The Forces demanded this match, and they've got it -- but have they got what it takes to dethrone the Drifters? SR: Aaron the Caddy was shortchanged at Midsummer Madness, Dross. You can bet that he's not going to let it happen again. Much as I like the Drifters, I wouldn't bet against the Armed Forces tonight. TD: The big matches keep on coming! The tournament to crown the IIWF's first Cruiserweight Champion begins tonight with the first round matches in the top bracket as Dan Kauffman battles "Illuminiti" Bob Hansen, and Hakiro Matsuoko takes on "Showstopper" Simon Lebec. What a prospect this tournament is, Steve! SR: For once in your life, Dross, you're right. The quality of the names in the tournament so far is quite phenomenal. With the exception of Billy Pukespeare, of course. TD: I bet your heart was broken when Billy put an end to those rumours declaring his departure from the IIWF, Steve. SR: [sharply] I'll live, Dross. Shut up and get on with it. TD: Don Antonio will attempt to make up for an unsuccessful showing at Midsummer Madness as he faces the former Intercontinental champ, Brad "Bodybag" Kinder. SR: You notice how the Family are trying to set themselves up as the "Enforcers" of the IIWF, Dross? TD: Yes, I think it's an idea with both good and bad sides. SR: Having the Family as "Enforcers" is like having a bunny rabbit as a bodyguard. They're about as feared as Scott "the Whine" Bloom. TD: [mock horror] No! Not... Scott... "the Whine"... Bloom?! SR: Leave the humour to me, Dross. TD: Other action tonight sees the tyrannous turncoat Casey "Blackheart" James and the Man Of Steel go at it in a Street Fight Match. Can you imagine the animousity that exists between these two men right now, Steve? SR: Sure, Dross. These two guys might not like one another, but Man Of Squeal just doesn't match up to Casey in any way. Blackheart's going to kick Squeal's ass from beginning to end. TD: All that live action coming up here tonight, folks! But first, let's recap quickly on the matches we've already seen here tonight: - HEAVY METAL, a new tag team here in the IIWF, made an impressive debut against the ROTUNDOS. Managed by Robo Stone, they came out to an overwhelmingly negative crowd reaction, but it didn't bother them. They put the Rotundos away in no time at all with the Olympic Slam -- a vicious double powerslam. What do you think of these two big men, Steve? SR: Atlas and Apollo Steele are twins, Dross. They know each other inside-out, and they're quite a force inside the ring. Kind of what the Alphabet Boys could have been like if they'd ever had a clue... no, scratch that. TD: Whatever... I predict Heavy Metal will be making waves here in the IIWF very soon. They're a formidable pair with phenomenal strength. In other action: - VINNY CAPPICOLA and the PRINCE OF DARKNESS battled to a time limit draw. What a slobberknocker this one was! Both men pulled out the biggest power moves in their arsenals, and although it looked like Vinny had the upper hand, each time he hit a huge move, the Prince just kept on kicking out. Vinny showed that he also has a lot of stamina, but in the end, the fifteen minute time limit ran out, and the match was declared a draw... although that didn't stop these two going at it! It took the arrival of the Don and the Sandman at ringside to break up the brawl. We also saw some more future IIWF superstars make their first appearances here tonight: - "ENIGMA" TAKEZO MUSASHI defeated MAJESTIC MAURICE McARTHUR in a match that was little more than a showcase for Musashi's incredible ring skills. He hit Triple M with all manner of high impact moves, including his belly-to-belly superplex, and he finished the job with his amazing Starsault Press. You have never seen a move like this, I guarantee you! Make no mistake, Steve -- Musashi is going to make a big impact here in the IIWF! SR: You're probably right, Dross. That Starsault Press is one of the most dangerous, but also one of the most impressive, moves I've ever seen in the squared circle. Musashi mounted the top rope, and then performed goodness knows how many somersaults into a moonsault splash. Simply incredible. TD: Indeed. We'll have another chance to see Musashi in action this coming Wednesday on Mayhem as he takes on the one and only Billy Shakespeare. What a great match that promises to be. In other action: - We got our first look at "QUICKSTRIKE" CHRIS QUIGLEY tonight as he took on the MASKED MARAUDER. Quigley impressed with his hybrid style of technical submission-style wrestling, and high-risk high-impact manoeuvres. He took the Marauder down with an enzuigiri kick, and then finished the job with his Quickstriker scorpion deathlock for the submission victory. Quigley got quite a reception from the fans, Steve. I imagine he could well be a big name here in the IIWF in no time at all. SR: I don't know about that, Dross. He looked to me like another self- important wrestler like Kauffman... these guys with over-inflated opinions of themselves really get on my nerves. TD: Come on, Steve. Quigley has some very impressive credentials, and he's certainly no slouch in the ring. He'll face off against the Enigma in the Cruiserweight Tournament next Saturday Night. We saw the Hangman in action earlier tonight. I caught up with the Senator's main man backstage before his match. Strangely, the Senator was nowhere in sight: [Cut to pre-taped interview backstage. Tim Dross stands with the Hangman, who towers over the announcer.] TD: Hangman... you're on your way to the ring to face Fisto Flash. Do you have a moment for some comments? TH: Only enough time to let you know, and to make Fisto understand what is going to happen here tonight. I have a goal here in the IIWF and that is to take the belt from the Champion. I know I have to climb that ladder to the top spot to get the shot. So Fisto you are the first in a long line of chumps to go down. When you feel the NOOSE around your neck, and the air and blood is cut off to your brain, your eyes begin to pop out of their sockets, only then will you understand the mission I am on. If you're lucky, Fisto, and can muster enough breath to submit, only then will I release the Noose. Fisto and the rest of the IIWF take notice, The Hangman is here to practice his trade. TD: Hangman, where is The Senator? Wait... Hangman? [The Hangman walks out of shot, headed for the ring. Cut back to the announcers' table.] TD: I don't know where the Senator was tonight, but the Hangman was still on a tear in his match: - THE HANGMAN and FISTO FLASH wrestled to a double disqualification in a very brutal match. Each man ended up using a weapon against the other at the climax of what started out bad-tempered and soon degenerated into total chaos. Fisto removed the padding from his steel fist as the Hangman tried to choke him with his noose. There were some quite ugly scenes as security staff tried to clear the ring. Rumours are still flying that the Senator and the Hangman might not be the most cohesive unit in the world, Steve. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who noticed the Senator distract the Hangman -- inadvertently or not -- as Fisto removed that padding from his fist. SR: Dross, what do you think you're doing?! You heard how the Hangman promised to shut Terry Moron up when... TD: [interrupting] Er, that's Larry Morton, Steve. SR: Don't interrupt me! When Moron started spreading those rumours about the split in the Senate before Midsummer Madness, the Hangman made himself pretty clear about his relationship with the Senator. TD: Well, the Senator hit one of his own men with a chair at Midsummer Madness. SR: Dross, I'm actually trying to do you a favour here! If you don't stop spreading this malicious slander, then heaven help you. TD: Hey, I've taken a beating from the Venusian Death Cell... what could be worse? SR: Just remember who it was that put the Cell out of the IIWF, Dross. TD: Good point. Well, let's move on: - MR. DAMAGE upset the huge MAGUS in a match that was dominated by the big lunatic with the bugged-out eyes. The Antipodean athlete weathered the early storm, however, and hit his Thunderstruck legdrop from the top rope to get the win. Although it's good to see Mr. Damage getting some good performances under his belt, especially after the fine work he put in at Midsummer Madness, but Magus looked preoccupied in this match. SR: No, you're mistaken, Dross. To be preoccupied requires two things: a mind, and something to be on it. I think Magus is lacking in one of those two vital areas. Three guesses as to which it is. [The timekeeper's bell rings.] TD: Saved by the bell. Let's go up to the ring for tonight's live action! ===================================== Don Antonio vs. Brad "Bodybag" Kinder ===================================== TD: This should be an all out fight, Steve. These two guys really don't like each other a whole lot. The Don will be looking for some payback after the attack on Salvatore Fiorello. SR: Expect a brawl from Antonio, Dross, but you can bet that Kinder is going into this with a level head. I think you'll see him try and use Antonio's anger against him. [Sparkplug Lee clears his throat to announce the two combatants.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming to the ring with Salvatore Fiorello and Vinny Cappicola, hailing from Sicily, Italy, Donnnnn Aaaaaaantoooooniooooo! [Large pop as Don, Sal, and Vinnie walk down to the ring. Sal has an intense look on his face as he nears the apron. Fans try to hi-five Don, but he walks right on by. Sal tries to explain to the fans that Don really isn't in the mood.] TD: Don's looking pretty focused tonight. SR: So what?! RA: His opponent hails from the Arizona Desert, and weighs in at 275lbs. He is accompanied by the Dark Knights. He is Brad "Boooodybag" Kiiiiiindeeeerrrrrr! [Considerable heel pop as Brad Kinder emerges from the backstage area with the Dark Knights coming in behind. Brad has a smirk on his face as he sees Antonio in the ring. The rest of the Knights pat him on the shoulders and give him a few last minute suggestions.] TD: I wonder what they're planning... SR: Probably a way to get rid of Sal for good. TD: Will you stop!? [Brad reaches the ring, seemingly ready for a rush attack from the Don, but Don just stands in the corner, staring icily at Kinder.] TD: So much for anger taking over Don in this match. He seems to be keeping good control of himself. SR: Give it time, Dross. I'm sure he can't keep that control for long. [The bell rings, and the two men circle each other in the ring while the Family and the Dark Knights watch each other carefully on the outside. Collar and elbow lock up in the ring. The two men both fight for an upper hand, and eventually, Don pushes Kinder up against the ropes. The referee calls for the break, and Don does. Kinder holds his hands up as if to say, "See? Clean break." Don hops back and allows Brad back to the centre. Again, they lock up, and Brad throws a knee into Don's midsection. Don doubles over in pain, and Kinder goes for a front face lock, setting Don up for a quick DDT. Don uses his forearms to push Kinder away. The crowd seems to breathe a sigh of relief.] TD: Looks like Kinder's going for a quick win. SR: You would too if you had to deal with the Don's garlic breath from that big plate of pasta he had for dinner. TD: You know, Steve, you'd better not let the Don hear that. [Don bounces off the ropes, going for a clotheline, which Brad ducks. On the rebound, Don hits with a dropkick. Crowd pops. Kinder goes down, and Don grabs him in a headlock. Don executes a European uppercut, and another, and another. Don backs Kinder into the corner, and whips him to the other side. Kinder hits the opposite turnbuckle with full force. Don follows up with a shoulder block that knocks Kinder to the floor. The crowd gets louder. Don quickly drives an elbow into Brad, then locks on a step-over toehold.] TD: Wow. Don is really keeping Brad off of his game. SR: Every gangster dog has his day... [Don continues to apply pressure in the toehold while Brad searches for a way out. Brad tries to drag himself to the ropes, but Don drags him back to the centre. Don drops an elbow onto Kinder's knee, and then re-applies the toehold.] TD: Looks like Don has a definite plan tonight, and that's to work on the leg. SR: He's wearing him down for that Death grip thingy... [Kinder eventually reaches the ropes, and the referee calls for the break. Don lets go of the hold, and picks Brad up for a suplex. The crowd pops as Kinder hits the mat hard. Don goes for the cover... 1 - 2 - Kickout! Don picks Kinder back up and throws him into the ropes. Don goes for another dropkick, but Kinder stops short. Don hits his head on the mat, and the crowd lets out a collective "ooooh!" Kinder capitalizes on the mistake, and rains kicks all over Don's body. He picks Don up and executes a gutwrench powerbomb. Heel pop. Kinder goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - Kickout! Don rolls out and tries to regain himself, but Brad grabs him and executes a belly to back suplex. He picks Don up, and throws Don into the ropes. Brad tries to execute a Spinebuster, but the Don blocks it. Instead, the Don sweeps Kinders legs out from under him and locks on a Boston crab. The crowd pops as the referee asks Kinder if he gives up.] TD: This could be it... The Boston Crab is a very painful hold. SR: I doubt it. Kinder won't submit to that. [Kinder motions to the Dark knights,the Pahntom jumps on the apron. The referee tries to get him to stay on the outside, while Sandman jumps into the ring and hits Don with a vicious forearm to the jaw. Don hits the canvas, releasing the Boston Crab. Sandman jumps out to find the Family running over to engage the Dark Knights. PoD runs to intercept Vinny, who labels PoD with a clothesline. Sandman goes after Sal while the Phantom jumps Vinny. Vinny and Phantom slug it out while the Sandman closes in on Sal. The heel pop from the crowd is close to deafening. Sal backs off a bit, looking at the crowd, while Sandman stalks him like a predator. Meanwhile, in the ring, Don is still on the mat while Brad is shaking off the effects of the Boston Crab.] TD: I knew this would end up happening. Something has to be done! SR: Yeah, the Family has gone too far this time! TD: What!? SR: You saw what they did! Or are you going to pull that "I must have missed it" trick again? [Vinnie finally peppers the Phantom with some European uppercuts, knocking the Phantom to the floor. This gets the crowd to pop, which sets off Sal to attack Sandman. Sal goes ballistic, punching at the Sandman on the floor. Meanwhile, in the ring, Brad picks up the Don and signals for "Dead Man's Honour." He begins to hoist Don up into position, but Don add a little momentum to knock Kinder off his balance, causing him to fall back with Don landing full weight on Kinder's chest. Don quickly cinches the Sicilian Death Grip. The crowd pops hugely as the referee asks Brad if he submits. Outside, Vinny throws the Phantom into the ringpost as PoD hits Vinny from behind with a forearm. Vinny turns with an angry look in his eye, and PoD backs off a bit, eyes wide. Sal really beats on Sandman, and locks a Sicilian Death Grip on him, mirroring the action in the ring. the referee, after watching Brad, signals for the bell. Huge pop.] RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, as a result of a submission, Don Aaaaantooooniooo! [In the ring, the Don is reluctant to let Kinder go. The referee pleads with Don to let go, and finally tries to pry him off. Eventually, Don lets go, leaving Kinder laying immobile on the mat, only to look out and see the rumble happening outside. He sees Sal with the Death Grip on the Sandman, and jumps down to help Vinnie take care of his two opponents. Vinnie and Don beat on PoD and the Phantom all the way back to the locker room, while Sal still punishes a screaming Sandman. The crowd in the immediate are is chanting "Sal! Sal! Sal!" Sal finally lets go, and the Sandman rolls on the ground in pain. Sal looks to the crowd, and they cheer loudly. Sal grabs Sandman's face, and kisses him on the forehead.] TD: Uh-oh... That's the kiss of death. SR: And you wonder why Casey James turned his back on these guys. They're criminals! I don't believe it... Having wrestlers threatening a hit on other wrestlers... TD: You know what the Dark Knights did to Sal. He wants payback. I think he deserves to terrorize the Sandman for a while. [The Sandman still writhes on the ground while Sal walks back up the aisle to a huge pop. He holds his hands out to the fans as the Godfather music starts to play.] TD: I've just heard from the back that the rest of the Family is still fighting PoD and the Phantom all the way out to the parking lot... SR: Let's hope they don't make it to the river... I'd hate for the Dark Knights to get new concrete shoes fitted... TD: Come on, Steve... These guys are trying to turn a new leaf, and you keep on bringing up their past. SR: You know as well as I do that this Family is one you don't leave behind, Dross. [Kinder finally gets up, but is definitely in pain. He leaves the ring and helps Sandman up. They both stumble back to the backstage area to the jeers of the crowd.] TD: What a war that was. SR: Shades of Chicago... TD: Enough, Steve... Let's get on to the next match. =========================================== IIWF Cruiserweight Championship Tournament: Dan Kauffman vs. "Illuminiti" Bob Hansen =========================================== RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this first round match in the IIWF Cruiserweight Championship Tournament is scheduled for one fall, and has a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Ulster Park, New York, and weighing in at 235lbs, here is one half of The Final Truth: "Illuminiti" Bob Hansen! [Moderate pop for Hansen, who appears at the head of the aisle, which is illuminated by a trail of green "X"s cast onto the floor of the arena by the lights. Hansen is white, with brown hair and eyes, wears a football jersey with a large letter "X" on it, black jean shorts and black ring boots.] TD: This is Hansen's IIWF debut, Steve. How do you rate this newcomer? SR: He's paranoid, Dross. He spouts all this nonsense about some secret society existing longer than civilisation itself and running the world... and he's not talking about the antique toupee manufacturers' guild responsible for the abomination you're wearing on your head right now. TD: Well, you've got to admit that there's a certain ring of possibility about his theories. SR: Are you kidding me?! I think you've been watching too much of "Unsolved Mysteries", Dross. RA: And introducing his opponent: hailing from Hagerstown, Maryland, and weighing in at 230lbs, here is: Daaaaaaan Kaauffmaan! [Big pop for Kauffman as he appears at the head of the aisle. He raises his arms to the crowd, and rockets shoot up from above his head to the roof of the arena. The crowd lets out a collective gasp. Kauffman jogs to the ring, a determined look on his face, and without showboating to the fans, enters the ring. The moment the bell is rung to start the match, Kauffman charges the off-guard Hansen, and pushes him into the ropes with a knee to the back. Kauffman rakes Hansen's face along the top rope, elliciting a mild ripple of surprise from the crowd. Hansen is staggered, and Dan takes him down with a big lariat, then drops on him and begins choking Hansen!] TD: I know Kauffman was going to come out here more aggressive tonight, but I never thought I'd see the day when Kauffman blatantly broke the rules! SR: Maybe the loser's finally realised that to succeed around here, you've got to fight fire with fire. I could get used to this. [The referee calls for the break, and Dan obliges. He waits for Hansen to get to his feet, and then immediately rushes him with a standing side headlock. He pushes Hansen into the ropes, and attempts a clothesline. Hansen ducks under it and attempts to kick Kauffman. Dan catches his foot, but Hansen executes an enzuigiri on Dan, taking him down to the mat. Mixed pop. Hansen grabs Kauffman's leg and wrenches it, trying to pull his hamstring. Kauffman swipes at Hansen with his hands, but can't reach his standing opponent. Eventually, he connects with a thumb to the eye, and Hansen staggers backwards. Kauffman kips up, runs against the ropes, and hits Hansen with a flying headscissors into a pinning combination - cover... 1 - 2 - kick out!] TD: It was nearly over right there! Only two minutes have gone in this encounter, and both men have taken a lot of punishment already. [Kauffman whips Hansen into the ropes and hits him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker - cover - 1 - 2 - kick out! He whips Hansen to the ropes again, and goes for a second flying headscissors. Hansen grabs the ropes, and Kauffman hits the canvas hard. Hansen wraps Kauffman's legs in a figure four leglock.] TD: A smart move by Hansen! If he can slow Dan down by damaging Kauffman's legs, he might be able to eliminate the aerial attack. SR: I don't think I can remember seeing Kauffman so psyched, Dross. I've got to give these men credit -- they both seem focussed on this match, and Hansen's done well to counter Kauffman's unusually ferocious attack. TD: I must be hearing things. I thought I heard you just compliment Dan Kauffman. SR: Well, I wouldn't go that far, Dross, but he's fighting a bit less like a loser and more like a champion here tonight. He's got to break that leglock, though. [Kauffman inches backwards and grabs the ropes. The referee calls for the break, and Hansen obliges. Kauffman drags himself to his feet using the ropes, and is charged by Hansen, who clotheslines him over the top rope. However, Hansen turns, and doesn't see Kauffman grab the top rope, lever himself back into the ring -- big pop -- and charge Hansen from behind. He hooks Hansen's head and drops him with a vicious reverse neckbreaker. He covers - 1 - 2 - kick out! Kauffman whips Hansen into the ropes, and bounces off the ropes himself. Both men launch themselves with flying cross-body blocks, and they collide in midair. Both fall to the mat, and the referee begins the count. Kauffman is up by the count of 4, and he drags Hansen to his feet. He whips his groggy opponent into the ropes, and executes his Powerplant spinning spinebuster. Hansen hits the mat with tremendous impact, and Kauffman covers - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner in 9:30, Dan Kauffman! [Big pop for Kauffman as his arm is raised in victory.] TD: Well, I'm impressed, Steve. Kauffman has shown us a different side to his wrestling persona tonight. He means business in this tournament, and you can bet that he's sending out a message to one Joe Latta with that performance. SR: You can bet that Latta has been watching this match, and he won't be intimidated. If that was all Kauffman has in him, then the Syndicate will finish him in minutes. Kauffman had better be ready for the fight of his life. TD: He'll be ready, Steve. He always is. [Kauffman does a circuit of the ring, hi-fiving the fans, before heading back up the aisle.] TD: Without further ado, let's go on to our second tournament match. =========================================== IIWF Cruiserweight Championship Tournament: Hakiro Matsuoko vs. Simon Lebec =========================================== [Sparkplug Lee takes to the ring with his microphone.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this first round match in the IIWF Cruiserweight Championship Tournament is scheduled for one fall, and has a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Miss Crystal, and weighing in at 239lbs, here is "Showstopper" Simon Lebec! [Simon Lebec emerges to a big heel pop as Miss Crystal cheers her man on. Lebec is carryng another Oscar and shows it off to the "thrilled" crowd. Lebec takes off his sunglasses and gives them to Crystal before heading into the ring.] TD: Now this should be an intresting matchup, as two not-so-well-liked individuals go head to head. SR: This is going to be great! The only problem is that I don't know who to cheer for, I like them both too much! TD: Only you, Steve. Both Lebec and Matsuoko are major contenders for this Cruiserweight Championship, and only one will even make it out of the first round! SR: Do or die, Dross. This is where the best shine while the rest shy away... you know, the Kauffmans and Men of Squeals of the Tourney. RA: And introducing his opponent: accompanied to the ring by Brian Lau, and weighing in at 215lbs, hailing from Tokyo, Japan, here is the "Angel of the Sun" Hakiro Matsuoko! [There is a huge heel pop as the oriental drums start playing and Hakiro Matsuoko emerges with Brian Lau. Matsuoko looks determined, and his eyes never waiver from Lebec, who bails out as Matsuoko climbs into the ring.] TD: Matsuoko certainly is a different man after having aligned himself under Brian Lau. SR: Brian Lau does that with everybody he manages. Latta was going nowhere before Lau took control, and now he's a World Title contender. Casey James has finally unleashed his potential under Lau's wing. Matsuoko has done the same. TD: I certainly can't take anything away from Matsuoko's abilities, but the collective attitude of the Syndicate stinks. SR: So does the hair spray you're using. I didn't know you could put that stuff on toupees. [Matsuoko keeps his eyes on Lebec as the referee signals for the bell. Lebec slowly makes his way back into the ring, being cautious of Matsuoko. Lebec turns and says something to Miss Crystal, and Matsuoko pounces, levelling Lebec with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head! Heel pop! Matsuoko brings Lebec to his feet and whips him to the turnbuckle, following in with a leaping back elbow smash! Lebec wobbles out of the corner, and Matsuoko nails a quick Northern Lights Suplex! Count - 1 - 2 - Kickout!] TD: Matsuoko came out of the blocks very quickly here, and Lebec could be in trouble early on! SR: Lebec made a mistake turning to talk to Crystal, and it cost him dearly. But there's still a lot of wrestling in this one. [Lebec gets to his feet and Matsuoko hits a flying forearm that sends Lebec against the ropes. Matsuoko tries to clothesline Lebec to the outside, but Lebec reverses and backdrops Matsuoko over the ropes to the floor! Pop! Lebec waits for Matsuoko to get to his feet, then launches with a springboard dropkick to the outside of the ring! Matsuoko is driven to the ringside barrier and slumps down in pain!] TD: What a move by Lebec! Both men are ready to do anything here tonight! They are pumped! SR: I guarantee you that Lebec does not want to stay outside the ring too long, not with Lau out there. [Lebec brings Matsuoko to his feet, but Matsuoko kicks him in the gut before ramming his head into the apron. Matsuoko delivers a couple of stiff chops before rolling Lebec into the ring. Matsuoko hops up to the top rope and launches with a cross-body-block! Cover - 1 - 2 - Kickout! Matsuoko brings Lebec back to his feet and runs off the ropes, but Lebec stuns him with a shoulderblock to the stomach, and follows with a Rocker Dropper! Pop! Cover - 1 - 2 - Kickout! Lebec drops a leg, then goes to the top rope. Matsuoko kips up to his feet and meets Lebec at the top rope!] TD: Uh-Oh! What in the world could we see here? SR: Whatever it is, it's bound to be very painful... [Matsuoko locks in a bearhug, then slams Lebec off the top rope with a Belly-to-Belly Superplex! Big Pop! Cover - 1 - 2 - Lebec rolls a shoulder up! Matsuoko locks in a chicken wing, then pulls Lebec up and nails a Back Suplex! Bridge and a count... 1 - 2 - Lebec rolls a shoulder out again! Matsuoko runs off the ropes and attempts a splash, but Lebec pulls his knees up, and Matsuoko is left gasping for air!] TD: What an incredible match we've seen thus far! Matsuoko has been impressive, but Lebec is staying with him move for move! SR: I wish all the matches could be as good as this... [Lebec is the first to his feet, and delivers a guilliting forearm smash to Matsuoko's throat! Lau is a little nervous out at ringside as Lebec pulls Matsuoko up and delivers a spinning neckbreaker! Cover... 1 - 2 - Kickout! Lebec drops an elbow, then climbs to the top rope. Lebec launches with a twisting frog splash, and lands it! Cover... 1 - 2 - Lau puts Matsuoko's foot on the rope!] TD: This match was over right there, and Lau saves his man again! SR: Anything in order to win, that's the motto of this match, Dross. [Miss Crystal tries to tell the ref about Lau's involvement, but the ref is having none of it as Lebec pulls Matsuoko up and whips him off the ropes. Lebec tries for a backdrop driver, but Matsuoko slides out the back door, and when Lebec turns around he is met in the jaw with a huge spinning roundhouse kick! Big heel pop! Matsuoko signals to Lau that he's going to end the match, then climbs to the top rope and launches with a perfect moonsault! Pop! Cover -- 1 -- 2 -- Crystal puts Lebec's foot on the ropes!] TD: Turnabout is fair play, Steve... And it looks as if both these men will do whatever it takes here. SR: For once, I'm actually enjoying a match too much to argue. [Matsuoko whips Lebec off the ropes, and both men attempt a clothesline. Both men get clobbered and fall to the mat while the ref orchestrates a ten count...] TD: This match as taken a lot out of both men, Steve. This one could end right here. SR: No way, it's going to come down to who wants it the most. [The ref gets to seven before Lebec gets to his feet. Lebec is shaken, but lifts Matsuoko to his feet and attempts a back suplex, but Matsuoko shifts and lands on top of Lebec! Matsuoko hooks a leg... 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] TD: Wow! What an encounter that was, and Matsuoko pulls off the last move for the victory. I'll agree with you Steve, that was a classic matchup we had there! SR: And Matsuoko moves on! Lau must be happy with that effort. TD: We can't have been far from the time limit in that encounter... Lebec was unlucky not to progress, but that's the harsh world of wrestling for you. Let's get the official word: RA: The winner of the match, at a time of 14:25... Hakiro Matsuoko! [Matsuoko slides out of the ring and heads back to the locker room with Lau while a dejected Lebec accompanies Miss Crystal to the back.] ======================================== Prisoner ##109 vs. "Frost" Scott Morrison ======================================== RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming down the aisle, from Hoboken, New Jersey, and weighing in at 275lbs, here is: "Frost" Scott Morrison! [Scott Morrison comes out to a big heel pop, grabbing a poster reading "The Ice-man Melteth!" from a fan and shredding it to pieces. That earns an even bigger heel pop, and Frost simply waves it off as he saunters down to the ring.] TD: Well, it's time to dip into the freezer, as "Frost" faces the debuting Prisoner #109... We haven't heard from Morrison for a while, and word is he's a little on edge with wrestling at the moment. SR: I guess he has a right to be, with the clowns that run this place. I symphathise with the man. TD: The management of the IIWF is the best in any organization, and I don't know where you get off saying those things! SR: It's easy. All I do is open my mouth and... TD: Okay, Steve. Let's go back to the locker room to get words from Prisoner #109 now... [Cut to the locker room area. Prisoner #109 paces the floor and speaks:] "Tonight is my debut and I will finish Morrison off!. Get in my way and you will pay the price.. Nobody messes with Prisoner #109 -- and if they do, they face Prisoner execution.. I am coming for the gold and hunting you top wrestlers down... So get ready 'cause it's going to be a long ride.. Man Of Steel tonight I am going to be watching you very closely 'cause you are at the top of my hit list... I'm out of here." [Cut back to the arena. Sparkplug Lee raises his microphone again:] RA: And introducing his opponent: coming down the aisle, from the department of correction, weighing in at 280lbs, here is Prisoner #109! [Prisoner #109 comes out to a heel pop. He looks like he's ready to kill someone, and glares at one fan, who sinks back into his seat. The Prisoner looks at Morrison, who looks right back, and then hops into the ring.] TD: Again, we've got two men here that don't have any shortcomings to the fact that they will do anything in that ring. SR: You know, I'll admit I'm having a ball on this edition of Saturday Night... I wish it was like this more often. Course, I'll have to put up with Kauffman and the Yawnbringer too, so that kind of nullifies everything... TD: Hold on Steve, the action's already underway! [The prisoner and Morrison are trading right hands before the ref signals for the bell, and neither man gains a definite edge. Morrison goes to the eyes to stop P#109, then whips him off the ropes and attempts a shoulderblock, but neither man moves. P#109 glares at Morrison, who tries another shoulderblock to the same effect. Then P#109 tries a shoulderblock and gets stood up by Morrison.] TD: Neither man can budge the other here, as we have two powerful men in the ring. SR: Maybe I should have the two of them come over here and eradicate you from this booth... [Morrison kicks P#109 in the stomach and attempts a DDT, but P#109 reverses it into a back drop, and Morrison hits hard on his side. P#109 pounces with a hard elbow drop and a big body slam! P#109 goes off the ropes while Morrison gets to his feet, and clotheslines Morrison against the ropes, then sends Morrison to the other side, but Morrison is able to go behind P#109 and hits a Reverse DDT! Heel pop! Cover... 1 -- Kickout! Morrison stomps on P#109, then spits on him.] TD: That's disgusting! SR: Of course it is! Why else would Morrison do it? TD: Sometimes I wonder if I got into the right profession... [Morrison drops a leg down and covers... 1 -- 2 -- Strong kickout! Morrison continues on the offense with another elbow drop, then brings P#109 up and slams him down hard with a side suplex! Morrison signals that that's the end, and climbs to the second rope. As P#109 gets up, Morrison leaps and tries a clothesline, but P#109 catches him and powerslams him to the canvas! Pop!] TD: That was a great reversal there by P#109, and Morrison is in trouble here! SR: He sure is, because here comes the Prisoner! [The Prisoner goes to the apron and uses the ropes to vault over and splash Morrison! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- Kickout! P#109 complains about a slow count, then brings Morrison to his feet and whips him off the ropes, connecting with a stiff tilt-a-whirl suplex! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- Morrison barely kicks out! P#109 whips Morrison to the ropes one more time, but Morrison drops him with a front-reverse neckbreaker as he lowered his head! Big heel pop!] TD: Morrison turned this match around just like that, and now the Prisoner has nowhere to go! SR: This one isn't over yet! [Morrison goes for the pin... 1 -- 2 -- Kickout! Morrison puts P#109 on the second turnbuckle, and hits a gutbuster from the second turnbuckle! Pop! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- Kickout! Morrison whips P#109 off the ropes, and goes for a spinebuster, but P#109 slides over his back, and when Morrison turns around, applies the Mandible Claw on Morrison!] TD: There it is! This hold is lethal! [Morrison fights it, but eventually falls flat on the ground. The ref checks Morrison's arm, which drops. The ref decides to end the match... Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that Scott Morrison is not fit to continue in this match, and thus awards the match to Prisoner #109! TD: The referee has ended this one, and the Prisoner is successful in his debut! SR: That Mandible claw is a really damaging hold, Dross. I'll have to show it to you sometime... TD: There will be no need for that, Steve... the Prisoner is off to a successful start here in the IIWF. Meanwhile, who knows what Morrison will do next... Or if there will even _be_ a "next"? SR: I certainly hope so. Morrison hasn't had the greatest of times here, but he can still come back and cause a few headaches. TD: Indeed. Anyway, up next is the Armed Forces' big shot at the IIWF World Tag Team Championship, as they go up against reigning title holders, the High Plains Drifters. Let's go back up to the ring. ======================================= IIWF World Tag Team Championship Match: High Plains Drifters vs. Armed Forces ======================================= [Sparkplug Lee takes to the ring.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IIWF World Tag Team Championship! [Pop] Introducing first, the challengers: accompanied to the ring by Aaron the Caddy, at a combined weight of 643lbs, here are NavCom and DefCon: the Armed Forces! [Big heel pop for the Forces as they head down the aisle. They seem visibly agitated as they stop at a fan who holds up a sign which reads: "Armed Forces? Shooting Blanks!" Aaron the Caddy grabs the sign and shreds it before throwing it back in the fan's face and coaxing his men to continue to the ring.] SR: Here they come, Dross! The guys who've beaten every major IIWF tag team that they've faced... hey, they were the ones who scared the Alphabet Boys out of the league, and even if you don't appreciate them for any other reason, you've got to thank them for that. TD: I shall do no such thing. These men disgust me. How can they serve their country with such vigour for so many years, and then suddenly become such self-serving, egocentric pigs? The Forces and Casey "Blackheart" James have a lot in common, Steve. RA: And introducing the champions: led to the ring by the "Outlaw" Josey Wales, at a combined weight of 502lbs, here are Pale Rider and Easy Rider: the High Plains Drifters! [Equally big heel pop for the Drifters as they appear at the head of the aisle. They hold their belts aloft before making their way to the ring, Josey Wales bringing up the rear. Pale and Easy climb the ringsteps and enter the ring. They stare across at the Forces, who respectfully keep their distance. The Drifters hold up their belts once more, and then hand them to a ring attendant on the outside. While they are bent through the ropes, the Forces blindside them, and knock the Drifters to the outside. NavCom, the smaller of the Forces, is launched by his partner over the ropes and onto the stunned Drifters. Pop!] TD: A perfect example of what the Forces are about, right off the bat. [NavCom rolls Easy Rider back into the ring, but continues to beat on Pale on the outside. The official attempts to separate Pale and NavCom, while DefCon goes to work on Pale. Pale is immediately choked by the big army man, until the referee turns and sees the offence. He calls for the break, and DefCon steps away. NavCom and Pale Rider return to their corners as DefCon whips Easy into the ropes. He hits with a hard side suplex and goes for an early cover - 1 - 2 - kick out! DefCon whips Easy into a neutral corner and follows him in with a charge - Easy Rider raises his boot, and DefCon crashes into it! Easy bulldogs the stunned DefCon into the centre of the ring and tags in Pale Rider. Pale enters the ring and sizes up DefCon. The army man staggers to his feet, and is immediately knocked straight back to the mat by a superkick from the champion. Pale bounces off the ropes and drops a leg on DefCon before applying a side headlock.] TD: The Drifters are settling into their rhythm now, after an early scare from the Forces. Cheats never prosper, Steve. SR: You're so trite, Dross. TD: Wow, you agreed with me?! SR: No, you cretin. I said "trite", not "right". Moron. TD: Oh. [Pale Rider releases the headlock on DefCon and drags him to his feet. He whips the big army man into the ropes and hits a flying headscissors. DefCon rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and wanders a little way up the aisle to collect himself. Huge pop as Pale throws himself over the ropes onto DefCon with a huge flying splash! Pale pounds away at DefCon's head. Aaron the Caddy sneaks up behind Pale, but is intercepted by Josey Wales, who knocks Aaron down with a swift blow to the midsection followed by a kneelift. Pale drags DefCon back to the ring and rolls him in under the bottom rope. Pale climbs to the top rope and launches himself with an elbow smash. He goes for the cover - 1 - 2 -- kick out! DefCon gets a shoulder up. Pale again drags DefCon to his feet and whips him to the ropes. He attempts another flying headscissors, but DefCon grabs the ropes, and Pale crashes to the mat. DefCon lunges to his corner and makes the tag to NavCom, who charges the ring.] TD: An impressive display there from Pale Rider, but he telegraphed that last move and paid the price. [NavCom stomps away on Pale Rider, but the referee forces him back. Pale Rider staggers to his feet, and NavCom pushes the official aside, grabbing Pale and driving his head down to the canvas with a DDT! Big pop. NavCom covers - 1 - 2 - kick out! Pale rolls toward the side of the ring, clutching his head, but NavCom stops him from escaping and drags him to his feet once more. He whips Pale into the ropes and hits a big flying clothesline. NavCom covers - 1 - 2 - another kick out! NavCom drags Pale over to the Forces' corner and tags in DefCon. He holds Pale while DefCon attacks with jabs to the rib and kidney areas.] TD: Pale Rider's absorbing a lot of punishment here -- he needs to tag out to his partner. [DefCon snapmares Pale into the centre of the ring as NavCom steps through the ropes. He attempts an elbowdrop -- Pale rolls out of the way. DefCon tries again with a legdrop -- again, Pale moves out of the way. The army man tries again with a second elbowdrop, but Pale dodges once more! DefCon loses his rag, and grabs Pale Rider by the leg. He drags him back into the centre of the ring, and snaps Pale's leg over, pulling the hamstring. Pale yelps in pain. DefCon continues to pull on Pale's leg, and also drives a boot into Pale's lower abdomen.] TD: Come on, ref! That was below the belt! SR: How can you tell from here, Dross?! It looked like a perfectly legal kick to me. TD: What match are you watching, Steve?! [DefCon grabs Pale's other leg, and in a surprising display of agility, rolls over forwards so that he hooks Pale's legs with his arms, and his back pins Pale to the mat. The ref counts - 1 - 2 - Pale kicks out. DefCon drags Pale to his feet, and peppers him with European uppercuts. Pale slumps against the ropes. DefCon takes advantage of the situation, and although the official protests, ties Pale's arms up in the ropes. He runs against the ropes and drives a boot into Pale's gut. He runs to the ropes a second time, but as he launches himself at the champ, Josey Wales manages to free Pale, and he drops to the mat. DefCon careers into the ropes, overbalances, and tumbles to the outside. Big pop.] TD: This is Pale Rider's chance! He's got to tag out to Easy Rider now! [Pale inches towards his corner as Aaron the Caddy dashes around to tend to DefCon. He helps DefCon to his feet, but isn't able to prevent Pale from reaching his corner and tagging in Easy, who immediately steps out of the ring. He nails Aaron with a right hand, and then drives DefCon's head into the steel crowd barrier. Pop! He rolls DefCon back into the ring, and then whips him into his corner so that he can tag in NavCom!] TD: This could be a mistake by Easy Rider! He's allowing the fresh man on the opposition back into the ring! SR: Easy Rider's on fire right now, Dross! It wouldn't matter if twenty men stormed the ring -- Easy could take all of them! [NavCom charges Easy, and is backdropped halfway across the ring.] TD: Wow! What elevation on that backdrop! [Easy hoists NavCom up into position for his Unforgiven piledriver. Cameras flash as Easy brings NavCom crashing down to the mat headfirst. DefCon storms the ring, and Easy knocks him over the top rope with a boot to the head. DefCon clatters against the steel crowd railings. Easy drags NavCom to his feet and whips him into the corner. The navy man staggers backwards, and Easy deftly ducks underneath him, standing up with NavCom on his shoulders! He returns to his corner and tags Pale, who immediately leaps to the top turnbuckle.] TD: Here it comes! The Hang 'em High clothesline! NavCom's in big trouble right now! [Easy Rider positions himself in front of the corner where Pale is perched on the top buckle, but Aaron the Caddy craftily uses a golf club to pull on the top rope out of the official's field of vision. Pale falls so that he painfully straddles the top buckle. The official turns to question Aaron, but his attention is directed back into the ring by the manager as NavCom uses his leverage to execute a victory roll on Easy Rider! The referee counts - 1 - Pale tries to make the save, but is slow coming off the buckle - 2 - Pale lunges - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] TD: I don't believe it! We've got new tag champions! [Aaron the Caddy leaps with joy on the outside. Huge heel pop as he runs to the timekeeper's table and grabs the gleaming gold tag belts. He waves one belt in front of the face of DefCon, who is still sprawled on the outside. The sight of the gold revives the big military man, and he grabs the belt eagerly from Aaron, who then leaps into the ring and proudly presents the belt to NavCom, who holds it aloft. Pale Rider helps his shocked partner from the ring, and they walk, shaking their heads in disbelief, over to their manager. The microphone picks up something about fighting another day, and the trio head away from the ring.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen: here are your winners, and _NEW_ IIWF World Tag Team Champions: the Armed Forces! [The big heel pop continues.] TD: Where's all that respect for the Drifters now? Where's the handshake?! The Forces stated that this would be just another victory, and they were right -- they've cheapened their moment of glory by cheating their way to the titles. SR: Oh, come on, Dross. The Drifters don't cry over spilt milk. You can guarantee that they'll get their rematch, and when they do, Josey Wales will have them more fired up than ever. This is just a temporary setback for the Posse... mark my words. TD: Maybe so, Steve. I still find this display sickening. [NavCom and DefCon raise their arms in triumph. Aaron the Caddy faces up the aisle, and sees Pale Rider turn back. The toppled ex-champion draws one hand across his throat before joining his partner and his manager. Aaron simply shrugs it off and goes back to congratulating his men. They eventually leave the ring and head up the aisle, the crowd jeering them all the way.] TD: The crowd know how cheap these guys are, too. They may not have liked the Drifters, but Pale and Easy at least won those belts fair and square in the tournament. SR: Dross -- get over it! TD: [sighs] Up next is the match the Outlaw demanded. SR: Dross, I've never seen the Outlaw like this before. When he walked into Josey Wales' ranch... it was like a force of nature had entered the room. I don't think we've even begun to find out what the Outlaw can do, Dross. TD: You could be right, Steve. I have a feeling the surprises haven't even begun concerning the Outlaw J.W. Hardin. Let's go up to the ring. ========================================= Outlaw J.W. Hardin vs. "Nifty" Ned Norton ========================================= [Sparkplug Lee raises his microphone and begins to speak.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming down the aisle, weighing in at 245lbs, here is "Nifty" Ned Norton! [A small ripple of applause echoes around the arena as Norton appears at the head of the aisle. He stops and points at a homemade sign which reads: "Ned WHO?". He smiles a goofy smile and continues to the ring. The mild ripple of applause suddenly becomes a riotous heel pop as Hardin dashes down the aisle behind Norton. Norton doesn't even reach the ring before the Outlaw jumps him from behind. The Outlaw slams Norton to the floor, and then knocks over the steel crowd barrier so that it lies in the aisle. The front row of fans scatter backwards as the Outlaw drags Norton to his feet. He stands on the barrier, and signals for the Cattle Buster DDT!] TD: No way! Hardin's going to DDT Norton onto that crowd barrier! [The Outlaw brings Norton's head crashing down onto the barrier, a sickening clang reverberating around the arena. Norton is busted wide open from the move, his forehead and nose bleeding profusely. The Outlaw drags Norton to his feet and executes the move a second time! The heel pop is deafening! The Outlaw drags Norton to his feet by his hair, and shouts abuse in the semi-conscious athlete's bloody face. Hardin looks around the arena and laughs before throwing Norton aside, hitting the steel crowd barrier on the other side of the aisle.] TD: This is disgusting! Somebody's got to come and put a stop to this sickening display! Where are the security teams? Where are the officials? SR: Do you really think any of those morons want a piece of the new and improved Outlaw, Dross?! Norton looks like roadkill right now, and I love it! [The Outlaw chokes Norton with his boot and doesn't even flinch as he is pelted with trash by the capacity crowd. Suddenly, there is a renewed roar as Dan Kauffman dashes down the aisle. He attacks the Outlaw from behind, but is merely thrown aside by the big man. Kauffman clatters against the crowd barrier and hits his head. Chris Quigley is next to appear. He blocks a big right hand from the Outlaw, and a slugfest begins. Suddenly, Brad "Bodybag" Kinder dashes down the aisle and attacks Quigley from behind. Kauffman goes to his friend's aid, and Don Antonio joins the fray. He tries to keep the Outlaw away from Norton, but is attacked by Joe Latta, who follows him down the aisle. Kinder and Latta together clothesline the Don to the arena floor and begin stomping away at him. Vinny Cappicola runs down the aisle to the aid of his partner, but is also felled by the combined efforts of Latta and Kinder.] TD: I've never seen anything like this, Steve! The boundaries between these men are being broken down! Latta and Kinder working together... here come the High Plains Drifters - they're attacking Kauffman and Quigley! We need help out here! This is chaos! [Stunt Team USA dash down the aisle and set about the Outlaw, but both are waylaid by the arrival of Hakiro Matsuoko. Matsuoko and Pale Rider double-team Ron and Steve, while Kinder and Latta work over Don Antonio. Kauffman and Quigley both attempt to take the Outlaw down, and have him on the floor when Blackjack Haley lumbers down the aisle. Haley kicks both Kauffman and Quigley away from the Outlaw. He helps Hardin to his feet. Haley and the Outlaw look at one another, and then charge Kauffman, knocking him to the floor with another double clothesline.] TD: This is unbelievable! The fan favourites are in deep trouble here! Hang on -- the lights are flickering! Yes! SR: No way! If that great goon Yawnbringer thinks he can just appear out of thin air here and magically stop this war, he's got another thing coming. [The lights in the arena suddenly drop. A huge pop erupts as they come back up and Deathbringer stands in the middle of the fray. The warring sides gradually separate until they stand on either side of Deathbringer. The Outlaw stalks up to the IIWF Champion and looks him dead in the eye.] TD: Oh-oh! Deathbringer may have managed to break this up, but he does _not_ want to get into a brawl with the Outlaw now, when he's got to defend that World title later on tonight. [Deathbringer and the Outlaw continue to stand inches away from one another, neither man even blinking. Kauffman and Quigley pick up the bloodied and beaten "Nifty" Ned Norton, and carry him back to the locker room area, flanked by their allies. Latta, Matsuoko, the Drifters and Kinder all follow back up the aisle, leaving Deathbringer, Haley and the Outlaw standing in the aisle in a standoff.] TD: This is a highly volatile situation! I can't see either the Outlaw or Deathbringer backing down here... [Suddenly, Haley lunges at Deathbringer, but the Outlaw, quick as a cat, extends his huge arm to restrain him. Deathbringer takes a step backwards, and the Outlaw and Haley, knowing that the situation cannot be resolved then and there, back away up the aisle. Before they reach the locker room area, the lights in the arena drop. When they rise again seconds later, Deathbringer has gone. The Outlaw turns back to face the aisle, nods his head, and then disappears along with Haley into the locker room area. Gradually the crowd settles as a security team comes into the aisle to reset the barriers. Cut to the announcers' table.] TD: Well, Steve, I don't know what to say! I guess when the Outlaw said that now is the time for the IIWF to see what is possible when warring factions work together, but I never expected anything like what we just saw. The Syndicate, the Dark Knights and the Posse all working together... what a strange sight. SR: I don't know what game the Outlaw is playing, Dross, but the stakes are awfully high. I wouldn't want to be Deathbringer going into that title match later on here tonight. Anything's possible now, Dross, and I think what we just saw is only the beginning. TD: Well, we didn't even see a match there -- that was more of a street fight, which is ironic, since up next we have the Street Fight match between the Man Of Steel and Casey "Blackheart" James. Hold on to your hats, folks, because this one's not going to be pretty. Let's go take a look at the street that is going to be these two athletes' battle ground here tonight. [Cut to a dark alley behind the IIWF Coliseum. A large dumpster, several smaller trash cans, piles of cardboard boxes are strewn all over the place, and a metal ladder running up to a fire escape against the right hand wall.] SR: This is gonna be great, Dross. Just look at the opportunities for breaking heads in this alley. [A match official nervously steps into shot from behind the camera.] TD: I feel very sorry for this referee. How on earth will he keep control in a match like this?! SR: Keep control?! There are no rules in this match, Dross! All that goon has to do is slap the concrete three times when Casey's kicked Steel into the middle of next week. TD: Be warned, folks: this isn't going to be pretty. Please exercise viewer discretion right about now. SR: You know that just makes people even more keen to see this match, Dross. TD: Just doing my job, Steve. Before this brawl begins, let's go to some comments from the Man Of Steel. Fellow broadcaster Larry Morton is backstage with Steel now. Larry, over to you. [Cut to the Man of Steel training in a locker room. He lands punch after punch, and kick after kick, on a punchbag. Sweat is dripping off him when Larry Morton walks towards him. Steel ingnores him and continues to train. Morton waits patiently for a moment, and then clears his throat loudly.] MOS: Just one sec. [He continues to land blows for about thirty seconds before grabbing his towel and walking over to a seat, closely followed by Larry.] Ahh, that's better. Now what can I do for you, Larry? LM: I want to know how you're feeling going into tonight's match. You and "him" going head to head. MOS: Ahhm yes. I think the word that was missing from your sentence was "vengeance" -- because that is really what this match is all about. The start of the fans and my revenge. "Blackheart", it starts tonight. You are about to face the man that knows you better than anyone else. You turned your back on me and the fans, and now it's time to pay the price. Nobody likes a traitor, "Blackheart", but you have to wonder how long it will be before you're crawling back to me asking to be forgiven. LM: Earlier in the week you were clearly very angry and upset -- now you seem to be the epitome of focus. What gives? MOS: The anger still burns inside of me, Larry. But anger you can harness and use in a match. Anger can help as long as it doesn't consume you. You must consume the anger, and then it can aid you. I'm still upset. But the time has come to put my own feelings to one side and step out into the Coliseum tonight and fight not for myself, but for the fans. When push comes to shove it will be them that this victory is for. LM: But a Street Fight match? Have you ever fought one before? MOS: Firstly, yes, and no to your second question. I have never fought a wrestling match under Street Fight rules. However, I have been involved in such a fight. When you can think of nothing else than to knock down the man facing you, it gives you the adrenalin to push your body that one step further. Why a Street Fight match? Well, that's quite simple. "Blackheart" must pay for his actions. When I joined the IIWF I said that I despised cheating and underhand tactics. Brain Lau and "Blackheart" have done the worst thing: turned friends against each other. The fans here want to see James pay. LM: What about Brian Lau? MOS: Lau's time will come. As of now, I will make it my own personal crusade to rid the IIWF of Brian Lau and his Syndicate. I have challenged Tiger Claw already, but I am sure that Lau will find some excuse to stop me from facing him for the gold. Joe Latta -- you will fall. But there is one other amongst the Syndicate that deserves my attentions first. Hakiro Matsuoko: you followed suit with "Blackheart". You will also learn what it means to turn your back on the people that cared about you. You will learn what it means to side with a criminal element. Your time will come at Midweek Mayhem. LM: Tim, if you were worried that Steel isn't focused, then let me put your mind at rest. Right now, I'm glad I'm not Casey James, or any of the other members of the Syndicate. Back to you at ringside. [Cut back to the announcers' table.] TD: Thanks, Larry. Well, I understand Casey is already in the alley. Let's go out to the outside broadcast. ========================================= Street Fight: Man Of Steel vs. Casey "Blackheart" James ========================================= [Cut back to the shot of the alley. Casey James steps into view. He looks decidedly mean, cast in the steam rising from a drain beside the dumpster. He awaits the presence of the Man Of Steel.] TD: I'm disgusted by the way Casey has turned his back on his fans, Steve. What a betrayal of their loyalty to him! SR: Loyalty?! Pandering to the fans is a sure-fire way to losing, Dross. In this world you can only look out for number one. If you start worrying about what the fans think about you, your opponent will take you apart. Casey learned the hard way, and he's about to further the education of the Man In Tights. [Suddenly, there is a scuffle. Casey turns, and is knocked against the dumpster as the Man Of Steel flies into the shot, having leaped from the fire escape!] TD: Wow! What an entrance by the Man Of Steel! Look at him go against Casey here! SR: That's not fair, Dross! Squeal jumped Casey from behind! TD: You said yourself, Steve: there are no rules in this match! Anything goes! [Steel throws Casey across the alley, and Casey hits the steel ladder with force. Steel throws one of the trashcans at Casey, and rubbish scatters all over the alley. Casey staggers forward, and Steel charges him, but Casey backdrops him. Steel hits the concrete hard. Casey grabs a plank from the dumpster, and as Steel gets to his feet, Casey breaks it over his opponent's back. Steel goes down again, his back arched from the pain. Casey puts the boot in, and then whips Steel across the alley against the dumpster. Steel slumps to the floor. Casey grabs a trashcan and brings it down over Steel's head, the impact denting it severely. Casey drops onto Steel and pounds away at his head. He grabs a nearby steel rod and begins choking Steel with it. Steel eventually forces the rod away from his throat, and with a quick thrust of his arms, knocks Casey in the face with it. Casey rolls backwards, clutching his nose. Blood begins to seep through the gaps in his fingers, and, seeing his injury, Casey yells and attacks Steel with renewed vigour.] TD: These two men are fighting for survival out there! I can't see either man getting up and walking away from this one. SR: Aw, can't the widdle Man In Tights just fly away? He seems to think he's some kind of superhero, wearing his underpants outside his tights. What a wierdo. [Steel fights to his feet, and rams Casey hard into the dumpster. He whips him across the alley once more, and Casey falls into a pile of cardboard boxes. Steel staggers across the alley himself, climbs up the ladder, and splashes Casey from the ladder! He rolls Casey out of the boxes to the pavement and covers him. The referee dashes into position and counts - 1 - 2 - kick out! Steel drags Casey to his feet and applies a Dragon Suplex right onto the sidewalk! He covers Casey again - 1 - 2 - kick out! Suddenly, Hakiro Matsuoko and Tiger Claw dash into the alley and attack Steel.] TD: Oh no! But it was only a matter of time before the rest of the Syndicate interfered in this match... SR: We're going to see the end of the Man In Tights right here, Dross! This is great! [Steel is battered by Matsuoko and Claw. They whip him into a collection of trashcans. Rubbish flies everywhere as Steel practically disappears into the rubble. Claw and Matsuoko help Casey to his feet, but are set about by the Family, who storm into the alley. The scene degenerates into a total brawl as the Don and Cappicola try to aid their felled comrade. Eventually, the Family drag Claw and Hakiro out of shot, as Steel crawls from the trashcans. Casey is more recovered at this point, although he continues to bleed from his nose. He gouges Steel's eyes, and picks him up for his trademark powerslam. Running across the alley, Casey slams Steel down hard onto the scattered trashcans. He drags Steel from the carnage, and puts his head between his legs in preparation for a Jacknife powerbomb.] TD: No! If Casey powerbombs Steel onto that concrete pavement, it'll kill him! The official needs to step in here! SR: Wow! The IIWF's first fatality -- and on live television too! Come on, Casey! TD: You're disgusting, Steve! SR: I simply tell it how it is, Dross. Everybody wants to see Steel's broken body left lying in a gutter out there! TD: I think you should be quiet now, Steve. [Just as Casey underhooks Steel's torso, he is backdropped by a last effort from Steel. Casey falls into the cardboard boxes again. Steel crawls over to the fire escape ladder and climbs it slowly. Casey is motionless in the boxes as Steel climbs to a height of about twelve feet.] SR: He _does_ think he can fly, Dross! What's he playing at?! [Steel launches himself with a legdrop from the ladder -- but Casey just manages to roll out of the way! He covers Steel - 1 - 2 - 3!] TD: It's over! Casey's beaten the Man Of Steel! What a gruelling match that was... hang on... Casey's choking Steel with a piece of cord... Come on, ref! Get Casey out of there! This is disgusting! [The referee tries to drag Casey away from Steel but is shoved away. Suddenly, the shot is illuminated by a bright light and the camera shakes as a car skids into the alley, knocking trashcans everywhere. A figure leaps from the car, and kicks Casey away from Steel.] SR: Hey! Wait a minute! Who's that guy?! An over-enthusiastic cabbie?! He can't just zoom in here and start kicking Blackheart around! [The figure picks Steel up over his shoulders and puts him in the back seat of the car, before heading round to the driver's side and driving off once more, leaving Casey lying stunned amongst the trash. As the sound of the car diminishes into the distance, Hakiro and Tiger Claw reenter the scene to tend to their bloodied partner.] TD: Well... I'm speechless again. Who _was_ that who rescued Steel? SR: I sure as hell don't know, Dross... Just don't forget who whipped who's ass in that match. Blackheart is victorious, and it was a richly-deserved win. The Syndicate will track down whoever it was who just did that hit and run job, and they'll make him pay. I guarantee it. TD: We'll see about that, Steve. I just hope Steel is going to be fit to participate in his Cruiserweight Championship match against Pale Rider on Wednesday night. Well, we must move on to tonight's main event, and I've got a bad feeling about this. We've already seen Deathbringer and Blackjack Haley out here tonight, and with the Outlaw on hand too... things could get nasty. For a guy who's supposed to be searching for balance, the Outlaw sure acts unbalanced, Steve. SR: There's a fine line between genius and insanity, Dross, and I believe that Hardin treads that line. All I know for sure is that he's the most dangerous man in the IIWF right now -- and not just to Deathbringer, but to everybody. TD: Except announcers, right? SR: _Especially_ announcers. TD: [gulp] Let's go up to the ring. ========================================== IIWF World Heavyweight Championship Match: Deathbringer vs. Blackjack Haley ========================================== RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IIWF World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Baroda, Michigan, and weighing in at 325lbs, here is: Blackjack Haley! [Blackjack Haley comes out to a big heel pop, and catches sight of a "Deathbringer - Your Worst Nightmare" poster from Ring Wars I. Haley snickers at the poster and tells the kid: "Not mine!" before heading to the ring.] TD: Well, Deathbringer may be looking at one of his toughest challenges here. It's not often when he's the smaller man in a match, but he is exactly that right here. You've also got to wonder whether Haley's going to have the psychological advantage going into this match, following the events of earlier on. SR: I guarantee you that Yawnbringer's title reign will be very short-lived... and I think we'll see a new champion in Haley. In fact, I _know_ we'll see a new champion! TD: I think you're selling Deathbringer way too short... Sure, this is going to be a tough battle for the 'Bringer, but he's shown his mettle in past weeks beyond all doubt. Whoa! Here he comes! [The lights go out, and a pair of red eyes appear on the video wall. The eyes flicker, then literally explode on the screen, and seconds later, while "The Reaper" plays on the PA, Deathbringer appears at centre ring, World Title belt around his waist, looking right into the eyes of Haley, who instinctively takes a step back! The crowd is going crazy!] TD: _Nobody_ outdoes Deathbringer when it comes to making entrances... Not Matsuoko, not Quigley, not Kauffman, not Psycho, _noone_! Listen to this crowd! SR: Haley, take Bringer's head off! [Haley attempts to do just that, delivering a stiff clothesline that levels the big man. Bringer sits right back up and looks into Haley's eyes again. Haley starts raining forearm shots down, to no effect. Bringer gets to his feet and pushes Haley into the corner, where he delivers shots to the stomach before coming upstairs with an uppercut! Pop! Deathbringer whips Haley to the other corner, and charges in with a clothesline! Big pop! Deathbringer brings Haley out and gets met with a knee to the midsection. Haley drives Bringer to the canvas with a faceslam and starts choking away!] TD: Get him out of there, ref! SR: Are you kidding me? If Deathbringer was doing this to Haley, you'd say it was a great move! Sheesh! [Bringer retaliates with a choke of his own, and both men make their way to their feet, with Bringer whipping Haley off the ropes. Haley comes back and rocks Bringer with a shoulderblock, then drops him with a vertical suplex! Bringer sits up! Pop! Haley starts punching away once more, and has no effect on the now-standing Deathbringer. Bringer drops Haley with a back elbow thrust, then throws him over the top rope to the floor!] TD: Oh boy, there's going to be some wicked blows now! The ringside crowd better look out! SR: Go get him, Haley! [Haley is able to land on his feet, and drags Bringer out under the bottom rope before sending him hard to the crowd barrier! Heel pop! Haley drops a big leg down across Bringer's throat before bringing him back up and attempting a slam. Bringer reverses and sends Haley into the ringpost! Haley stumbles back, and Bringer rolls him back into the ring! Haley gets to his feet and runs off the ropes as Bringer enters. Deathbringer is leveled with a flying forearm of Haley! Heel Pop!] SR: Did you see that, Dross? That's seven feet of muscle that got about seven feet in the air! Haley is an incredible athlete! TD: I won't argue that point for a second... but NOTHING can keep Deathbringer down! [Right with Dross's line, Bringer sits up again, and this time points at Haley as if saying "Enough". Haley punches away on Bringer, who kicks him in the gut and applies a chokehold! Haley's eyes are wide open as Bringer somehow lifts Haley up off the canvas! He sends Haley crashing down with a chokeslam! Huge pop! Bringer goes off the ropes as Haley comes to his feet, and nails the Scythe! Bringer stands and draws his thumb across his throat, then points towards the turnbuckle!] TD: I think it's time for a memorial service for one Blackjack Haley, 'cause his hopes and dreams are about to be buried! SR: Damn, Damn, Damn... Come on, Haley! [Bringer hooks Haley into position, then climbs to the second rope and delivers the Burial! Hundreds of flash bulbs pop as Bringer drives Haley's head to the mat with force! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] TD: Chalk up another one in the win column for Deathbringer, as once more he has overcome his opponent and left him lying! This guy is going to be a champion for a long time. SR: Haley may not have beaten him here tonight, but sometime, someplace, Deathbringer will lose that belt, and I'll be happy when he does! RA: The winner of the match, and _still_ IIWF World Heavyweight Champion: Deathbringer! [Haley rolls from the ring as Deathbringer allows the referee to strap the World Title belt back around his waist. Deathbringer raises his arms, and the lights in the arena drop save for a single red spotlight which casts Deathbringer in an eerie glow in the centre of the ring.] TD: Listen to these fans! They -- hey! What's happening? [Deathbringer has turned to the aisle and dropped his arms. He points out into the darkness, and a bright white spotlight suddenly illuminates a figure in the aisle.] TD: It's the Outlaw! Hardin's out here again! SR: This spells trouble for the chump! Yawnbringer had better start saying his prayers! TD: Neither man is moving... we've got another standoff. Folks, we're right out of time. If anything develops here, you can be sure we'll bring you all the details on Tuesday in the next Control Centre update... What a card we've seen here tonight -- new tag team champions, some fantastic Cruiserweight Tournament matches, the Outlaw uniting the stables -- and it's not over yet! Don't forget, there'll be more live action on Wednesday with IIWF Midweek Mayhem, and we'll be back next week with another hot and heavy Saturday Night. Until then, for "Soundbite" Steve Roberts, this is Tim Dross, saying: so long, everybody! 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