[Fade up onto shots of the damage caused by Hurricane Fran as it ripped through the south of the United States. Over the scenes of carnage, a voice over:] TD: In the world of nature, there are forces that strike without warning. Forces that are far more powerful than we can understand. Forces that we cannot control. [Cut to shots of families looking on at their damaged or wrecked homes.] Forces that leave suffering and destruction in their wake. The IIWF's tour has brought us here to Charlotte, North Carolina, where only last week Hurricane Fran ripped through this city, destroying everything in its path. [The scene changes to a montage of footage from recent IIWF events at which the Outlaw J.W. Hardin has made his presence felt. The voice over continues:] TD: The IIWF also harbours an unpredictable force, one which leaves suffering and destruction in its wake. [Slow-motion shots of "Nifty" Ned Norton, battered and bloody, and the Subway Psycho, being carried out of the arena] A force that can unite others and rally them around to its evil cause. [Shots of various heels working together with the Outlaw.] So far, there has been no force equal to standing up to this evil. Can the Outlaw J.W. Hardin be stopped? [A profile shot of the Outlaw fills the left-hand side of the screen.] Only one man holds the key to that knowledge: the IIWF World Heavyweight Champion, Deathbringer. [A profile shot of Deathbringer fills the right-hand of the screen, bringing the Outlaw and 'Bringer face to face.] Tonight, each of these two men will continue on their separate journeys. But are their paths bound to cross? Find out, _live_ on IIWF Saturday Night! [The opening graphics explode onto the screen:] ##### ###### ### ########## ########## ########## #### ## ########## ########## ########## #### # #### ######## ##### ##### #### ## ##### #### #### #### #### ### #### #### #### #### ############# ######### #### #### ########### ######### #### #### #### #### #### ######### ######### ### #### #### ######### ######### ### ## #### ######## ######## ## # #### =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ## =-=-=-= INTERNATIONAL INTERNET WRESTLING FEDERATION =============================================== S + A + T + U + R + D + A + Y N + I + G + H + T ----------------------------------------------- LIVE! * The Coliseum, Charlotte, NC * LIVE! 14 September 1996 [The crowd noise is deafening as the opening graphics fade through to interior shots of the packed Coliseum. Fireworks explode in the rafters as the shot pans down past row upon row of fans, many wearing IIWF merchandise and waving home-made signs. Eventually, the shot comes to rest on the announcers' table in the ringside enclosure, at which stand Tim Dross and "Soundbite" Steve Roberts. They speak over the crowd's cheers:] TD: Welcome to Charlotte, North Carolina! Welcome to the Coliseum! Welcome to another _live_ and _loud_ edition of IIWF Saturday Night! I'm Tim Dross, and beside me as always is "Soundbite" Steve Roberts. Just listen to these fans, Steve! They're ready for a night of unbelievable action, and that's exactly what we've got in store. SR: It's just a pity that hurricane didn't blow a few more of these morons away. TD: Please, Steve, try to be charitable. It's great to be on the road again and travelling round the country seeing all these great fans! SR: Yeah, that's all very well, Dross, but you're not the one who has to share a motel room with Sparkplug Lee. Would you believe that moron announces in his sleep?! TD: If you say so, Steve. SR: So I shoved a pillow down his throat. That sure shut him up. TD: Anyhow, let's talk about all the great action coming your way tonight! Hot on the heels of the first ever Golden Grapple Awards, we've got some fantastic matches coming up. The main event sees Deathbringer defend his IIWF World Heavyweight Championship against the Sandman. SR: More importantly, Dross, the Outlaw J.W. Hardin is in the building. He'll be going up against that moron rookie Marty Warnett. I tell you, Warnett has really bitten off more than he can chew in making fun of the Outlaw, and he's going to pay for it tonight. And once the Outlaw's taken care of Warnett, he's going straight after Deathbringer. I understand that we're going to find out a little more about just who the Outlaw's been ensconced with out on the prairies in recent weeks later on... TD: That's certainly a potentially extremely explosive situation right there, Steve, but there are also two other title matches on the card tonight. Firstly, the tag belts will be on the line as the Armed Forces take on Law & Disorder in a special No Countout No Disqualification match. I have a feeling we're going to see new Tag Team Champions tonight, Steve. SR: And porcine mammals will suddenly sprout wings and fly, Dross. Flaw & Disorder don't stand a chance. TD: We'll see about that. Tiger Claw will also defend his Intercontinental Championship against the Man Of Steel tonight. Steel's been on fire as of late here in the IIWF, and I think he's got a very good chance of upsetting Claw tonight, especially with the Syndicate in their current state of disarray. SR: Disarray?! There you go again, Dross, trying to stir up trouble. If the Syndicate was in disarray, do you honestly think Lau would have cleared up at the Golden Grapple Awards?! Give me a break. The Syndicate are going to make mincemeat out of the Man Of Squeal. TD: In other action, we'll see one of the most brutal matches in IIWF history, as the Hangman faces Fisto Flash in a Razor Wire Cage Submission Match in an effort to end their feud. This one is going to be nasty, folks, so viewer discretion is advised. SR: Yeah, make sure you pull your chair a little bit closer to the TV, you morons. You're going to see some real action in that one. From what I hear, the Senator has a special plan for the Stone Stable tonight. TD: The Senator's other men, the Atomic Destroyers, will also be in action as they take on old enemies, the High Plains Drifters. Let's hope that match isn't the start of a new war between those two teams. SR: The word in the locker room that something very big is going to go down between those two teams tonight. TD: Like what? SR: I can't say. But if you call option 9 on the IIWF hotline, I'll tell you. TD: Stop that! SR: What?! I thought this ruthless profiteering was positively encouraged by the league's officials? TD: It is, but you know as well as I do that there are only six options on the IIWF hotline. There's plenty more action besides, folks, with the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi taking on his old sparring partner Hakiro Matsuoko in a battle to restore honour, and the "Painbringer" Billy Sexton battling Vinny Cappicola. However, before we go to our first live match, let's quickly recap the matches that went down before we came on air: - THE ZODIAC CONNECTION defeated THE ROTUNDOS in tonight's opening match, putting away the gruesome twosome with their Zodiac Splash rocket launcher. Not a bad performance from Taurus and Scorpio, who are now targeting the Atomic Destroyers. SR: You can tell that these two are no brain surgeons, Dross. Why would they challenge the Atomic Destroyers?! TD: Don't sell this new team short, Steve. I think they've got a lot of potential in the ring. Anyway, moving on: - "SHOWSTOPPER" SIMON LEBEC was attacked in the aisle on his way to the ring by an irate Marty Warnett, but the quick reactions of the IIWF's security teams prevented a real brawl from breaking out. Lebec laughed off the attack and went on to take MAJESTIC MAURICE McARTHUR apart, finishing him off with the Antagonist. Warnett did say that he'd be in Lebec's face between now and Ring Wars II, Steve. SR: I really feel for Lebec. I know that he's used to being worshipped, being the great star that he is, but how do you cope with the jealousy of a man like Marty Warnett?! TD: Jealousy... right. In other action: - OTTO VERHOEVEN defeated PRISONER #109, but had to contend with an impromptu appearance from "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley, who is recuperating from the ligament damage he suffered in his match with Verhoeven in midweek. Quigley came down to the ring and thre a few insults at Nurse Heidi, who attracted the attention of the Butcher. A few shots were thrown at the Teutonic terror by Quigley, but again, the IIWF security team was on the scene quickly, and Quigley was escorted away from the ring, sending Verhoeven a single-fingered message as he left. Verhoeven wasn't fazed, however, and finished P109 off with the Slaughterslam. SR: Who the hell does Quigley think he is, coming out here and putting the badmouth on a lady?! Although I'd quite like to put my mouth on Heid... TD: [interrupting] I'm sure you would, Steve, but I would have thought that after Thursday night, survival is a higher priority than cheap thrills. SR: I don't know, Dross. What a way to go, though. TD: We'll leave you to your testosterone-charged fantasies... - The PRINCE OF DARKNESS defeated SABIN FIGARO thanks to the interference of Billy Sexton, who appears not to have taken kindly to the comments of Mr. Figaro following their match midweek. Sexton nailed Figaro with a chair on the outside while Dr. Faustus distracted the official, and PoD was able to hit the Misery Drop for the victory. - ROBSKI scored an upset victory over THE PUNSTER, who had an entourage of patriots with him at ringside for the match. Man of Steel and Cruiserweight Champion Billy Shakespeare accompanied the Punster for this bout, but despite getting the crowd worked up with their chants of "USA!", Robski stole the US flag away from the Man of Steel and rammed the pole into the Punster's gut for the pinfall. Despite the patriots' protestations, the result was ruled irreversible by the official, and the self-monikered English Sensation made a quick getaway. SR: The Pukester got what he had coming to him, Dross. Does he really think that bringing a couple of albatrosses like Squeal and Pukespeare to the ring with him is going to help his chances?! I don't think so... TD: Albatrosses?! Er... in the final match before we came on air: - The ACES OF THE DEEP scored a victory over the ARABIAN KNIGHTS when Pain Inc. attacked Prince Abdul Akmar outside the ring. Omar made the save, but was blindsided by Morningstar, and "Shark" capitalised, dragging the Prince back into the ring and executing their Death on the Deep finisher for the pinfall. I didn't think Pain Inc.'s suspension was up yet, Steve. SR: And that's really going to stop those two maniacs. Nothing short of an official Magus straitjacket is going to keep them away from the ring. TD: Well, folks, before we go on to our first match, let's catch up with a press conference held earlier today by Don Antonio and the rest of the Family, concerning his proposed civil law suit against the IIWF: [Cut to the press room at Memorial Hospital where the Family has scheduled another press conference. Don Antonio, Vinny Cappicola, Salvatore Fiorello, and Bill Edelstein are gathered around a bank of microphones. Cameras flash as the reporters bustle to get the best shots.] DA: Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I'm glad to see that you can all make it here on such short notice. I want to start the press conference off by saying that it is true that the Family has reached an out of court settlement with the IIWF concerning what has transpired here in the last week. The Intercontinental Championship belt has been returned to President Spreadbury for tonight's match between Tiger Claw and the Man of Steel. The first thing I want to say is that the Family is 100% behind the Man of Steel in his attempt to win the belt tonight. Although the championship means a lot to me, I feel that it is more important to see the belt around the waist of a friend rather than any member of the Syndicate. As most of you know, I was injured in Saturday's match, but I am healing rather quickly and hope to return to the ring pretty soon. I would like to get as much action in as possible before I get my rematch for the belt at Ring Wars II, with whoever holds the belt, hopefully the Man of Steel, by then. The IIWF would be in for a true gentlemen's match. A mere test of strength and skill by two of the best wrestlers in the game. Unfortunately though, I do feel that if President Dan has anything to say about it, MOS will not win the... BE: Hold on a second, Don. [Bill Edelstein whispers something into the Don's ear.] DA: Never mind that thought, I've been advised not to continue. I have a few comments on the Syndicate, and Brian Lau in particular. First of all, Lau, you seemed surprised to win all those Grapples, but I thought it would be pretty hard for you not to win when you controlled half of the votes yourself, and with Spreadbury putting you over the top... BE: Don, please remember what I said. DA: Right, sorry Bill. Well, folks, the gist of the matter is that a settlement has been reached and the only difference that appears between the settlement and the Family's demands is that I will be delayed a month or so before I become the Intercontinental Champ. I believe that Vinny also has a few words to say. VC: Dat's right I do. I been gettin' really pissed off da last couple of matches I've fought cause every one's been marred wit interference. Prisoner 109, you made a real big mistake touchin me wit your greased up paws. People like you are so stupid. That's where da difference lies between us. You see #109, you are too stupid to get away wit a crime. If you had half a brain you neva woulda went to prison in da first place. We used to hire goons like you in da old days to keep our paws clean. And Mr Acorn, don't think I've forgotten about you. Last week da people spoke and you were set for punishment. That punishment has not been discarded. Justice will be served. On to Painbringer Willy, listen up slick, youre in for da night of your life tonight. If you tink dat you can take on da Italian Stallion Vinny Cappicola, you got anotha thing comin'. Sexton, I will defeat you and it will not be pretty. You are just anotha step on my ladder to da top dat will make da heels in dis league tremble. Sexton, you know how to give pain? The question is whether you ready to receive it! Any man dat inflicts pain on anotha for no reason is a coward of a man. When I kick but, I do it for a reason and tonight I have a reason. Sexton, get ready, here I come. [Vinny storms out of the room and the rest of the Family quickly follows. Cut back to the announcers' table.] [The timekeeper's bell rings.] TD: No doubt we'll see exactly what Cappicola has in store for Sexton right now, as we go up to the ring for tonight's first live match: =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Painbringer" Billy Sexton vs. Vinny Cappicola -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: Technical wrestling against out and out power. Who do you pick for this one, Steve? SR: Well, Vinny has power, but he has no brains. You've heard the guy talk, Dross. I don't know how he even gets his bootlaces tied. TD: I don't think Vinny's as dim as he lets on. It's a great way to get an easy advantage over your opponents. SR: Heaven knows his talent won't. [Sparkplug Lee steps into the ring. A long trail of toilet paper attached to his shoe follows...] SR: Oh, man... I bet the other end of that is still in the men's room. RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 245lbs and hailing from Wawa, Ontario, Canada, "Painbringer" Biiiilllllyyyyy Seeeeextonnnnn!!! [Billy's music begins to play, and he leaps out from the backstage area. Spotlights zig and zag across the aisle as Sexton showboats for the crowd that jeers him. Sexton looks confident as he laughs at the folks with their Family merchandise.] TD: Well, Sexton seems to be pretty confident in himself... SR: I'm sure that he's looking at this match as another rung on the ladder to a title shot. Sexton should get through this one easily. He's more worthy of a title shot than any member of the Family. TD: [sighs] Steve, Don Antonio _is_ an ex-champion, you know. SR: Yeah, right. Fifteen minutes does not a champion make. TD: I had the opportunity to speak with Billy Sexton before the match earlier tonight. [Cut to split screen: live shots of the Coliseum on the right; and Sexton standing with Tim Dross on the left.] TD: Billy, how do you think you will do in your upcoming match with Vinny Cappicola here tonight? BS: How will I do?! Baby, I'm going to take that loser of a man and make him pay. TD: Make him pay? For what? BS: FOR WHAT, BABY?! I'LL TELL YA. They took away my title shot at Ring Wars! I'm a better man that that moron Antonio. And baby I'm going to prove it here tonight when I take on your henchman. OH YEAH! [Cut back to a normal shot as Sparkplug Lee raises his microphone again.] RA: His opponent, weighing in at 295 lbs, hailing from Sicily, Italy, here is Vinnnnnyyyyy Caaaaaappicolllllllaaaaa! [The theme from "The Godfather" begins to play, and the crowd pops as Vinny walks out on his own. He shakes hands with the fans, and leaps up onto the apron to get into the ring.] TD: I don't know if it's such a good idea for Vinny to be out here without the rest of the family. SR: I know what you mean. There's no chance of Vinny winning unless he's got Sal on the outside with a baseball bat. TD: I'm sorry, Steve, but I really think you've got to get your eyes checked... [The bell rings, and the match starts. Sexton begins by badmouthing Vinny, who appears to be getting more and more steamed with every word. Sexton does the official "Kiss my rear" motion, and Vinny rushes him with a clothesline. Pop as Sexton goes down. Vinny picks Sexton back up and begins to pepper him with a series of lefts to the face, and then finishes with a right which knocks Sexton into the corner. Vinny whips Sexton into the opposite corner, then follows in with an attempted shoulder. Sexton lifts himself up and allows Vinny to go underneath him, then slides down Vinny's back. Sexton locks on a Hammerlock and pulls Vinny out of the corner. Vinny yells out in pain, and Sexton lets go and quickly executes a bulldog. Heel pop as Sexton gets to his feet and picks Vinny back up. Sexton sets Vinny up for a shoulderbreaker. Heel pop, and Sexton drives it home. Vinny falls face down on the mat, and Sexton locks in his submission armbar.] TD: There it is! That was quick! SR: I told you that Vinny wasn't the smartest. Look at how quickly he lost that one. TD: Wait a minute... It's not over yet. Vinny hasn't submitted yet. SR: But wait another minute... Someone's coming past the security... [Vinny fights his way towards the ropes, but the crowd is jeering a figure making his way to the ring. Tiger Claw is sauntering down the aisle, casually swinging a baseball bat, ignoring the crowd throwing trash at him. Vinny makes his way to the corner, and the ref orders Sexton to break the hold. Sexton reluctantly does, and notices that Tiger Claw is standing outside the ring, watching the match. Sexton runs over and starts jawing at the IC champ, demanding the title shot he deserves. Tiger Claw turns away and waves Sexton off, which infuriates Sexton. Sexton yells, "You want to see? You want to see what I can do!?" and then turns back to Vinny, who has all the while been leaning in the corner, nursing his arm. Sexton grabs Vinny's arm and begins to twist it. Vinny holds his shoulder and winces in pain, so Sexton buries an elbow right in the shoulder joint. Vinny cries out, and Sexton uses his weight do force Vinny to the ground and locks on his armbar again. Tiger Claw applauds on the outside, then goes back to watching while leaning on his bat.] TD: Well, Tiger Claw seems impressed by Sexton's performance, but why is he out here? SR: He's scouting Sexton. Isn't that obvious? TD: Oh, come on, Steve. The fact that Vinny is a member of the Family does't clue you into something else that Tiger Claw has in mind? What about the bat? SR: Why would Tiger Claw bother himself with the Family? He hates those guys... I don't see why he'd waste his time... As for the bat... Well, he's got to protect himself from those crazy fans, Tim... You never know. [Vinny screams out as Sexton really appiles the pressure with his armbar. Sexton looks at Tiger Claw and begins to gloat, but Vinny drags himself over to the ropes again. Once again, Sexton is forced to break the hold. Sexton appears to be getting agitated by Vinny's reluctance to give up. Sexton picks Vinny up for a side suplex, but Vinny won't allow himself to be picked up. Vinny clocks Sexton and gives him a boot to the midsection. He then executes a vertical suplex. Big pop. Vinny picks up Sexton and throws him into the corner, then goes to follow with a clothesline. This time, Sexton ducks and backdrops Vinny over the top rope ond onto the floor... right next to Tiger Claw. Tiger Claw glances down at Vinny, and looks to the crowd. He then gives a few kicks to Vinny's ribs. The crowd jeers, and Tiger Claw sets Vinny up against the ringpost. Tiger Claw goes to swing the bat at Vinny's head, but Vinny ducks. The impact of the bat hitting the post causes Tiger Claw to drop the bat, and Vinny issues a running elbow to Tiger Claw, knocking him to the floor. Huge pop. Vinny rolls into the ring before being counted out.] TD: Well, Tiger Claw got his just desserts there. SR: Tiger Claw doesn't eat dessert... That's why he's in such good shape. [Sexton comes after Vinny, but Vinny throws a shoulder into Sexton's midsection. He then follows up with a running boot to the face, and signals for the Eradicator. By this time, Tiger Claw has gotten back to his feet outside and shakes the effects of the elbow off. He grabs the bat and runs into the ring, then jabs the bat into Vinny's stomach. The ref calls for the bell, and Tiger Claw gives another jab. Sexton is visibly angry and charges Claw from behind. Claw executes a reverse thrust kick that hits Sexton square in the jaw, causing him to stagger back and fall out of the ring. Sexton hits the floor, and appears to be unconscious. Tiger Claw then turns back to Vinny and begins to wind up with the bat. He stops a moment, then points to the bleachers.] SR: Yes! Tiger Claw's going for a home run! TD: This is sick, Steve. Somebody's got to stop this! Come on! [Tiger Claw begins to wind up again, and the crowd cheers as a streak of red and blue flies to the ring. Man Of Steel tackles Tiger Claw from behind, which makes Claw drop the bat. Claw rolls out of the ring, and Man of Steel warns him not to come back in. Claw makes a few attempts to retrieve his Slugger, but Man of Steel cuts him off each time. Tiger Claw fakes, then goes the other way, and gets the bat. He walks back up the aisle, making threats to both men in the ring, pointing at Man of Steel with the bat. MOS turns to Vinny, making sure the big man isn't hurt. Vinny nods his head to signal that's he's okay, and the crowd pops. MOS goes to see if Sexton needs help, but it appears that Sexton is gone.] TD: It looks like Sexton made his way back while all the excitement was going on. Thank goodness for Man of Steel. If he hadn't have shown up, I think that Vinny would have been seriously injured. SR: [sarcastically] Oh, yes, all hail the Man of Steel... Without him, we'd _all_ be in trouble. Why can't we see some good head kicking every so often? TD: You've got a problem, Steve. Nobody deserves a beating like that. SR: Tell that to the people that Vinny's hit with a bat in the past. RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, as a result of a disqualification, Vinny Cappicola! [Man of Steel helps Vinny back up the aisle to the cheers of the crowd.] TD: Before we move on to our next encounter, I would just like to show all the folks at home some footage from behind the scenes at Midweek Mayhem on Wednesday night, concerning Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven: [Cut to the locker room after Midweek Mayhem. Otto Verhoeven has an amused look on his face. Nurse Heidi is giigling in the background. Tim Dross stands, holding a microphone.] TD: Well, Herr Verhoeven, you suffered your first defeat tonight at the hands of Chris Quigley. OV: Bah, such a result should not even be counted. I did not surrender to his petty finishing move, and he ended up being humiliated by my girl. NH [still giggling]: Ja, ja, mein Gott, that was fun. He was so helpless. That verdammte referee should not have disqualified me. [She looks innocently at the camera] After all, I am just a shy, weak girl. OV: Whatever, Quigley, how does your knee feel? I could have ended your o-so-great career tonight if these imbeciles hadn't interfered, but I promise you, when we meet next time nobody can rescue you! NH: Get vell soon, Kidstrike, ve already have another challenge for you. OV: Nobody shall get in my way next time, so let's make it a no DQ match and as a little bonus, since you trust that scorpion deathlock so much, we add a submission win stipulation only. We will see how long your poor knee, or your spine, will hold. You are doomed, snot-nose! [At this point, Ned Norton enters the room and goes straight to his locker, ignoring Verhoeven.] TD: Ahem, what about... OV: Wait a moment. Hey, Norton, what were you thinking out there, you worm?! [Norton turns around to answer, but Otto jumps forward and brings him down with a vicious football tackle.] TD: Oh no, not again! [Otto pummels the stunned Ned for a moment, then pulls him to his feet and rams his head into the brick wall. Norton collapses, bleeding from the forehead, as the Butcher grabs the microphone.] OV: This will happen to everyone who dares to step into the ring with the Butcher! I will destroy every poor son of a dog who is foolish enough to try to stop me! I think that little Shakespeare will be busy defending his little wimp title, he will be punished soon enough, trust me. Like Mephisto said in Goethe's Faust, "there is no pure soul left in the world, so darkness shall prevail", darkness will rip you out of the spotlight and drag you into the abyss of pain. NH: Vow, that was a deep one, liebling. OV [smiling]: Nicht wahr? But there is another man to talk about, the thug Vinny Cappucino who cannot cope with the fact that I pinned him in the middle of the ring. Do you really believe that you want to fight me a second time, after you felt the Slaughterslam AND the Meathook, and I beat up your feeble fellows? I don't know, is it courage... or just stupidity? Do you have a death wish, Vincent? Perhaps a therapy would help... NH: I think he was injured during his match with Herr Acorn. Bad luck. We accept your challenge, nonetheless. OV: You will be a replacement for Quigley, an outlet for my rage, an example what I will do to him once he is out of the hospital. Or perhaps we should visit him, eh, Nurse? [Fade.] SR: Isn't he great, Dross? TD: I wouldn't have used that particular term, no, Steve. SR: Hey, how does "Nifty" Ned get insurance? That guy has worse luck than just about anybody I've ever seen. TD: Ned's back in hospital, folks. He should be back in action within a couple of weeks. Anyhow, let's get back up to the ring for our next match. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Atomic Destroyers vs. High Plains Drifters -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: These two teams have had some epic battles here in the IIWF in the past, and I'm sure we're about to see another one. SR: I don't know who to root for... The Posse or the Senate? TD: Well, I'm sure you'll have no problem enjoying yourself... We know the rivalry between these two teams. Ever since the Coronation Clash that opened the IIWF, these two teams have been fighting it out. Of course, back then, the Atomic Destroyers were known as High Velocity. These battles even went as far as their managers, who met in the ring. At the first Ring Wars, High Velocity removed their masks to reveal the Atomic Destroyers, and _still_ the battle raged on. Now, the latest chapter in the saga is about to take place. Hang on to your hats, folks, as we get down to ringside. SR: You can really talk, you know that, Dross? RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the Senator, at a combined weight of 715lbs, here are Larn and Steroid: the Atomic Destroyers! [Big heel pop as Larn and Steroid come to the ring with their manager, The Senator. The three men seem awfully quiet as they walk the aisle.] TD: I'm surprised. I'd expect these guys to make a lot more noise. SR: They're saving it for the ring, Dross, now shut up. RA: Their opponents, accompanied to the ring by their manager, Josey Wales, weighing in at 502lbs, here are Pale Rider and Easy Rider: the High Plains Drifters! [Pale and Easy appear at the head of the aisle, wearing their fake championship belts. They are, however, subdued, and walk to the ring just as coolly as the Destroyers had. Wales follows up behind, ignoring the jeers of the fans.] TD: What's going on? I was expecting these two to run down to the ring and beat on the Destroyers before the bell! Are we seeing a new High Plains Drifters? SR: Shhhh... They're about to start. [Both teams stand facing each other in the ring. the Senator and Josey Wales stand outside the ring on opposite sides. The bell rings to start the match, but instead of fighting, Larn opens the ropes for the Senator and Pale Rider opens the ropes for Josey Wales. The two men enter the ring and look at each other. Josey Wales motions to the ring announcer for the mic.] SR: Huh? What's going on? TD: I don't know, Steve. Hold on, Josey Wales has something to say. JW: Ha ha, y'all weren't expectin' that one, was ya? Well, in case you haven't noticed, I have a taste for blood and a feel for pain. And I can tell some bad-assed hombres when I sees 'um. That's why me and the Senator over here have come to a little understandin'. We've been fightin' each other for a long time now, and we've come to realize that we're each others toughest opponents. So why not turn that around on the rest of the IIWF? Why be a dog chasin' yer tail when you can be a venomous snake ready to pounce on anyone or anything! I've been hearin' people snicker about the appearent demise of the Posse. Well, all you know-it-alls, let's recap what the Posse has done and what it was created for: The Posse was formed to destroy the Horsemen... mission accomplished! The Posse was formed to get the Drifters the belts... mission accomplished. Mr. Hardin is still associated with us, and as for the Crippler and VDC, well they served their purpose and were left out to pasture. [The Senator taps Wales on the shoulder and motions for the microphone.] TS: Mr. Wales, Drifters, and fans of the IIWF, we have had many a war here and across this great planet of ours. However now is the time to join forces, As you say, Mr. Wales, if the to baddest and foulest organizations that the ring has ever seen join forces, what can stop us? Your Drifters and my Destroyers are here for the glory and the _money_. By joining up and forming an alliance, both goals will be accomplished. Wales, can you not see the looks on the opponents' faces when our teams come to the ring? Who is going to jump us? Would you want either the Destroyers or The Drifters coming down to the ring to clean up the mess of someone who even dared take us on? Remember, IIWF, that both of our teams have been put in the hospital by each other. Not many others can lay claim to this feat. IIWF, be prepared... for your darkest days have come. [As The Senator hands the mic to Wales he lets a multi-colored fireball fly towards the ceiling of the arena, causing the fans to cover their eyes because of the brightness.] JW: What we wants to do now is this... eliminate all the goody-goodies and cry-babies in the IIWF. That means men like Kauffman, Man of Steel, Deathbringer, Shakespeare, and any of the rest of the no-talent tag teams who are so sorry that I can't even recall their names. There is one problem as we see it, however: Brian Lau and his Syndicate. Mr. Lau, apparently Mr. Hardin sees eye to eye with you. But I don't trust no man 'til I stand toe-to-toe with him and look him straight in the eye. I haven't done that with you Mr. Lau and I won't work with you until I do. The Senator and I are leaving tonight to discuss our plans for the future, and more importantly Ring Wars, back on my ranch. You are invited to participate in this summit. Join us and we'll form the most powerful alliance in the IIWF. Decline this invitation, and you'll be tempting fate, Mr. Lau. [The two men shake each others' hands, and they look at their respective tag teams. The High Plains Difters and Atomic Destroyers shake hands as well, and the six men step out of the ring in one large group.] TD: You've got to be kidding me! The Senate and the Posse joining forces? SR: This is great! Now I don't have to worry about who I'm cheering for! Great taste _and_ less filling! TD: Steve, you're one of a kind. SR: I know, yet they still stick me with you. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Outlaw J.W. Hardin vs. Marty Warnett -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: Well, it seems that the youngster wanted this match, and he's going to get it. SR: Poor kid. He's going to get killed. Hardin is just that intense. TD: Don't underestimate Warnett, Steve. He beat Lebec. SR: Yeah, like he just dominated in _that_ match. [Sparkplug Lee steps into the glare of the single spotlight.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Wales, here is Maaaaarrrrrtyyyyy Waaaarrrrrneeeeett! [Warnett's ring music plays, and he high fives the fans on the way to the ring.] SR: Oh, man... This kid's going to get slaughtered... TD: Oh, come on, Steve, has some faith in the guy. He's a pretty good athlete! SR: Sure, good for Outlaw fodder, I guess... RA: His opponent, hailing from... [The lights drop, and the crowd pops, thinking that Deathbringer is about to come to the ring. Instead, when the lights come back up, standing in the middle of the ring is a figure wearing a dusty overcoat and a cowboy hat pulled down over his eyes.] TD: Wow... I nearly did a double-take there... Is that the Outlaw, or is that Deathbringer? SR: Well, it's obviously Mr. Hardin, and he's getting into Deathbringer's head... Brian Lau must have shared the trick with him... [Hardin takes the hat off and places it on the ringpost, then removes his coat. Warnett is a little overwhelmed facing the ex-champion, but prepares to lock up with him nonetheless. The bell rings, and the two men circle each other. Warnett bounces from the ropes and lands a shoulder block, but Outlaw refuses to go down. Warnett tries again, but again, Hardin stays on his feet. Warnett comes off the ropes again and fakes a shoulder block, which Outlaw falls for. Outlaw goes a little off balance as Warnett slips in behind and executes a German Suplex. Big pop. The ref counts... 1 - 2 - kickout by Hardin. Hardin and Warnett both shoot up to their feet. Warnett expects a retaliation, but Hardin claps instead. Outlaw looks to the fans and shouts, "Come on, cheer for the boy, he's gonna need it!" Warnett looks slightly confused.] TD: What is he doing? SR: It's all an intricate mind game for Hardin. Say what you will about cowboys, but this guy is a genius. [The fans cheer for Warnett as the two men lock up. Warnett gets the advantage and twists Hardin's arm. Hardin winces in pain, then levels Warnett with a short clothesline. Warnett clutches his throat on the mat as Hardin stomps on his face. Hardin picks Warnett up and throws him into the ropes. Hardin also comes off the ropes and launches himself into the air for a flying clothesline, which connects soundly.] TD: I see what's going on here... That's the Scythe! That's Deathbringer's move! SR: Not any more... [Hardin jumps to his feet and laughs at the crowd, yelling, "Come on! Cheer for him!" He then picks Warnett up and wraps a hand around his throat. Hardin smiles as he chokeslams the rookie into the mat. The crowd boos big time, and Hardin turns to them and laughs. Hardin picks Warnett up once more and puts him in position for a Tombstone. The jeers get really loud as the Outlaw drives Warnett into the mat. Hardin goes for the cover... 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] TD: Whoa! That was short... Hardin just used three of Deathbringer's signature moves there! SR: Hardin is taking Deathbringer's moves just like he's going to take his championship belt. That was great! TD: Poor Marty... he chose the wrong day to challenge the Outlaw. But I'm sure he'll bounce back whe-- SR: [interrupting] Hang on, Dross -- there's more. [Hardin kicks the motionless Warnett out of the ring under the bottom rope and signals that he wants the ring microphone.] [As Hardin finishes his last sentence, the lights in the arena flicker and then drop out completely. There is a huge pop as a red glow appears in the ring, and when the lights rise once more, the Outlaw and Deathbringer are face to face. The crowd hushes as the staredown continues, neither man blinking or flinching.] TD: Now _that's_ intensity. SR: Shut up, Dross. I don't want to miss any of this. [Deathbringer makes a motion with his right hands, and signals for the ring mic, still keeping his eyes fixed on Hardin. He speaks into the mic, his low, raspy voice echoing around the hushed arena:] DB: Outlaw, you are scared. You are scared to death. Look into my eyes. It is your fate you see. Do you like it? [pause] Show me your fear, Outlaw. Let me feel it... [The Outlaw, showing no fear whatsoever, snatches the microphone from Deathbringer, and speaks calmly:] JWH: Deathbringer... the lot is cast. Our destinies are bound and you are the one headed for destruction. What you have witnessed here tonight is the beginning of your end. It is written that October 12 is the date of destiny, and so it shall be at Ring Wars 2. Deathbringer... a Casket Match is all that will settle our fates! [The lights suddenly drop, to a huge pop, and when they rise, it is the Outlaw who has vanished, and not Deathbringer. Shocked pop from the crowd.] TD: Wha -- ?! Hey... that can't be right! [Deathbringer looks out into the crowd and nods his head. He then climbs from the ring and walks up the aisle slowly to a huge pop. Cameras flash all over the Coliseum.] TD: It almost seems strange to see the Deathbringer walking out of an arena... SR: Well, at Ring Wars II, he's going to be wheeled out in a casket. That's what _I_ want to see... TD: The Outlaw just upped the stakes here, folks. We're expecting announcements concerning Ring Wars II later on in the show, so perhaps we'll get confirmation of this huge match then. Right now, let's go back up to the ring for the battle between the Hangman and Fisto Flash. SR: I've been looking forward to this one, Dross... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= RAZOR WIRE SUBMISSION CAGE MATCH: =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Hangman vs. Fisto Flash --------------------------------- TD: I don't want to waste any time telling the people at home that viewer discretion is heavily advised for this next match. SR: And dirty magazines are not for kids, and you shouldn't have sex until marriage. What the hell's going on around here? Did Man Of Steel suddenly become our producer? TD: Steve, think about it. As if a cage match weren't brutal enough, there's going to be razor wire laced between the links of the cage. Razor wire, Steve. That's the stuff they put on the top of prison fences to keep the madmen in. SR: Are you saying that all prisoners are madmen? I'm sure Prisoner #109 would love to hear that. TD: Oh, and there's no doubt that _he's_ a lunatic, is there? Anyway, based on the previous no disqualification match these two men had, this one is going to be out and out disgusting. [Sparkplug Lee looks at the cage being erected and shakes his head.] RA: [to the side] What is this? Are these guys _completely_ stupid? Oh, we're on... Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a special submission match to be held in a [looks at card] cage laced with razor wire. The rules are as follows. Once both men enter the cage, an official will lock the door and stand guard, making sure that nobody gets in, and nobody gets out. The door will not be opened until one man gives up. TD: The Hangman has an advantage here, since we've never seen Fisto use a submission hold. SR: Think for a moment, Tim. If you were getting your face raked across razor wire, how long would it take you to say "I give"? TD: Good point, Steve. I don't know if I've got the stomach for this. SR: That's something I've been meaning to mention... I think you've got plenty of stomach for it, Dross. That belt looks a little strained lately. What's the matter? Fast food life on the road? TD: Mmmmm... Arch Deluxe... RA: Introducing first, weighing in at 322 lbs and hailing from Loredo, Texas, here is Theeeeeee Haaaaaaannnggggggmaaannnnnnn! [The Eagles' "Desperado" plays over the PA, the lights dim, and the Hangman is accompanied down the ring by torchbearers. The flicker of the flames reflects off of the eyes underneath the executioner's hood. The crowd actually cheers, anxious to see the bloodfest ensue. All the "hardcore" fans push their ways to the front.] TD: You have to wonder about the wrestling fans of today. SR: Tim, you're starting to sound like that old fart at the Golden Grapple ceremony... RA: His opponent, weighing in at 305 lbs and hailing from Brooklyn, New York, Fiiiissssstooooo Flaaaaash! ["Eye of the Tiger" begins to play and Fisto comes into the aisle as The Hangman enters the cage. Fisto raises his steel fist into the air, and the "hardcore" fans go nuts. Fisto climbs the ringsteps and enters the cage. The official closes the door and locks it, putting the key into his pocket.] TD: There we go. Nobody's getting in or out now. SR: Who's going to stop people from getting in? That official? I doubt it. [The bell rings and the two men charge each other with fists-a-flying. "Hard - Core!" chants go up in the arena, and the two men just slug it out. After about 30 seconds of straight punching, Fisto brandishes his steel fist and raps it upside The Hangman's head. The crowd pops as the Hangman goes down, but grabs a hold of Fisto's tights as he falls backward, throwing Fisto face firt into the laced cage. The 'wire bites into Fisto's face, and the blood-hungry fans love it. Hangman slowly gets to his feet as Fisto tries to move away from the hurt. Fisto is bleeding from various cuts on his cheek and forehead, and the camera gets a nice close-up of it.] TD: Oh, come on! Move that camera! [The camera swings over to a couple of fans engaged in a heated argument. The words "blading" and "hard way" seem prominent. The camera switches, and The Hangman lifts Fisto into a torture rack. A parabolic microphone is aimed into the ring so the officials can hear if Fisto quits. Hangman cranks up the pressure, but Fisto again cracks him in the head with the steel fist. Hangman drops Fisto, and both men struggle to get to their feet. Fisto gets up first and goes to pick Hangman up, but The Hangman squares Fisto in the groin with a forearm. The crowd lets out a collective "ooh!" as Fisto goes down. Hangman gets up and throws Fisto into the corner, and then proceeds to smash Fisto's head into the turnbuckle. Hangman tries to rake Fisto's face on the wire, but Fisto holds his hands out to stop it. The metal hand is unscathed, but the hand of flesh gets cut open.] TD: I don't know why this match was sanctioned by the IIWF... This is just brutal. SR: Quit your whining, Dross. Just watch the match. [Fisto tries to rally back, but the Hangman hits him with one high impact move after the other. Powerbombs, backbreakers, bodyslams... The crowd gives a mixed pop as the Atomic Destroyers come down to ringside with Mr. Damage. The official tries to get them to leave, and the Destroyers look at each other and nod. They floor the official with a double clothesline, and then Mr. Damage holds him. The Destroyers go into the official's pocket, Larn pulls out a key, and he unlocks the door to the cage. Both men storm in and the three members of the Senate pound on Fisto Flash relentlessly.] TD: What a surprise. Every time these two meet, their respective stable mates jump in. SR: This is true, Dross, but where are Heavy Metal? TD: Good question. [The Atomic Destroyers continue to beat on Fisto. Finally, Larn, Steroid and Mr. Damage hold him down to the mat as the Hangman works on Fisto's steel hand. Hangman fiddles around for a while, and finally gets the prosthesis off. He holds it high in the air like a trophy, and then taps his stable mates on the shoulder. The three men leave Fisto in the cage and walk up the aisle, Hangman sporting his new trophy. Larn and Steroid do a Vannah White and display the metal fist for the crowd. Mr. Damage just follows and laughs.] TD: I don't even know the words to describe the magnitude of sickness these men have shown. SR: Yeah, the Senate and the Posse working together... Oh, you mean the fist thing. You sound surprised, Dross... Hangman plainly said in his interview yesterday that he'd do this. I'm just wondering where Heavy Metal is... TD: I've just gotten word from the back that Apollo and Atlas were found locked in the Stone Stable locker room. They've been released, but I fear it's too late. I don't think it'll take Sherlock Holmes to work out who locked Heavy Metal in their locker room... SR: The Senator and Wales warned that theirs was an alliance to be reckoned with... I guess the Drifters must have set up a blockade of some kind... [The Senate is long gone when Heavy Metal runs down to ringside. They fly into the cage and check on Fisto Flash. The two big men each take an arm and rush back up the isle with their stablemate. As suddenly as they burst in, they rush out again.] TD: Well, Steve, I notice you have a big old grin on your face... Why don't you give us your comments? SR: I thought that was great. All the stops were pulled out... Including Fisto's hand... I loved it! We even saw members of the Senate and members of the Posse working together! I'm stunned. TD: Folks, if the shaking of my head made a sound, you'd have an earful. SR: It does, Dross... It rattles. TD: That's quite the wit, Steve... Well, since nobody actually gave up on this one, I guess we're looking at a no contest. SR: Who cares... It just means we're going to have another great match like the one we just saw! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- IIWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP NO COUNTOUT NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Armed Forces vs. Law & Disorder -------------------------------------- RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, set for one fall with no countout and no disqualification, is for the IIWF World Tag Team Championship! [Crowd pop, which turns into a loud face pop as "Danger Zone" starts up] Introducing first, at a combined weight of 539 pounds, Marshall Law, Ace Maverick, they are Law and Disorder!!! [Maverick comes into view first and points at the fans before yelling in reaction to the pop he gets! Law strolls down behind, his focus clearly on the task at hand. A sign reads "It's time to disarm the Forces and claim the gold!" as Law and Maverick hop into the ring...] TD: The Armed Forces have been treading thin ice ever since they won those IIWF tag titles, and that ice may very well give tonight! Law and Maverick are capable of winning those belts... SR: But this is the kind of match the Armed Forces thrive on -- hey! [The Armed Forces come through the crowd and leap into the ring from behind Law and Disorder, but L&D turn around fast enough to avoid being blindsided, and an all-out brawl erupts between the four men! Sparkplug Lee runs out of the ring to avoid being injured for life and the bell rings. Ding! Ding! Ding! Law and DefCon battle against the ropes, and DefCon manages to hit Law with a boot to the gut before lifting him up and throwing him to the outside, where Aaron practices his "golf" swing! Big heel Pop! Maverick and NavCom are brawling on the ring apron, and DefCon helps his partner gang up on Maverick, putting him on the concrete floor with Law before grabbing a couple of chairs...] TD: Geez, when the IIWF sanctions a "No Countout, No DQ" match, they really take a huge risk! This is chaos! SR: This is poetry in motion! This is beautiful! TD: Quit daydreaming about Heidi... you know Otto's just looking for an excuse to rip your head off... SR: Who said anything about Heidi? [DefCon tries to piledrive Law onto the chair, but is backdropped off and lands on the chair himself! Pop! Meanwhile, NavCom is whipped into the security railing by Maverick, and then gets dropped by an enziguiri! Maverick then throws NavCom into the ring and mounts the top rope, connecting with a cross-body block!... 1 -- 2 -- Aaron the Caddy breaks the count! Maverick gets in Aaron's face, and shoves him into the corner, but NavCom comes to his aid with a vicious reverse DDT! Law has whipped DefCon into the steel post and pummels on the big man as Aaron and NavCom double team Maverick with stomps!] TD: Law better get in the ring and help out his partner quick before he is pinned! SR: You know, Aaron should get the three wood out and just start swinging away! That would end this match real quick!... hehe, I said "wood"... TD: How old are you, Steve, anyway?! Fifteen?! [Law enters the ring and deposits one Aaron the Caddy to the concrete floor before kicking NavCom in the stomach and hitting a gut-wrench suplex! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- DefCon makes the save, and is met by a resurging Maverick, who sends him off the ropes before attemping a frankensteiner, which is turned into a Tiger Bomb by DefCon! Shocked Pop! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- Kickout! DefCon drops an elbow on the lawman as NavCom is vertical suplexed in the middle of the ring by Law! The two fresh men, Law and DefCon, have a power-struggle in the corner before DefCon gets a choke-hold and slams Law down with force! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- Kickout! NavCom and Maverick slowly get up and lock up in center ring, where Maverick hooks an inside cradle! 1 -- 2 -- Kickout!] TD: This is an astonishing match, as both teams are giving it their all! This is what the IIWF is all about! SR: Brutality, no rules, sheer force... yep. [Suddenly, the High Plains Drifters come roaring down the aisle and into the ring, their new "belts" in hand. They brain all four wrestlers and leave both teams laying in a matter of seconds before retreating back to the locker rooms! Pop! The referee, seeing that none of the wrestlers are conscious, calls for the bell! Ding! Ding! Ding!) TD: The High Plains Drifters came out of nowhere, and they've left complete carnage! Good grief... SR: Just the way I like it! That was impressive... surely, the Armed Forces will _HAVE_ to look at the Drifters now! RA: This match has been ruled a no contest! [The crowd give a big heel pop as the wrestlers in the ring slowly stir and shake off the effects of the attack. Aaron the Caddy pulls his men out, and they head up the aisle.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= IIWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tiger Claw vs. Man Of Steel ----------------------------------------- RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is set for one fall, and is for the IIWF Intercontinental Championship! Introdu... Wait a minute... [Sparkplug Lee takes a time out to reach down and adjust his black socks to the same height as the crowd sighs in disbelief...] Okay, I'm ready now... Introducing first, from Kansas, weighing 227 pounds, this is the Man Of Steel!!! [The crowd erupts as the "Worst dressed Wrestler of the IIWF" makes his way to the ring with Bibbo Bibbowski, who gets the crowd to laugh with his antics. MOS has a determined, yet enthusiastic look on his face, and climbs to the ring as fireworks light up the Coliseum.] SR: You know, I have to wonder why on earth Brian Lau would give this idiotic runt a shot at the Intercontinental Championship? I mean, that IC belt can't be held with any more grace than the Syndicate holds it. TD: You have got to be kidding me! The Man of Steel came so close to winning the Cruiserweight Championship on Wednesday that he definitely earned a shot at Claw, and I think MOS has what it takes! SR: He plays to the fans. That's a sin in and of itself. I mean, that outfit is simply outrageous! Steel is going to receive a beating, Syndicate style! TD: Before we get down to business here, let's just go backstage to get comments from an apparently very irate Prince of Darkness. What's on your mind, Prince? [Cut to a split screen: live shots of MoS showboating on the right; the Prince of Darkness standing in the locker room on the left.] PoD: Tiger Claw! Twice I've offered and twice you've yet to respond. Do I have to get into your face to get a re-match, you little puke?! One more time, if you're man enough. You know my stipulations. Add what you like. I fear no man. Beat me, and you get the pleasure of saying you retired the Boogie Man. Lose to me, and you walk out minus some hardware. Don't show up, and you'll face the greatest pain of all... that being everybody knowing that you're a coward. Time and place, champ... you and me alone in that ring... I'll be waiting. [Cut back to normal live shots.] TD: It seems the Prince of Darkness won't take no for an answer, Steve. SR: He's making a big mistake, Dross. Who on earth would want to go up against the Syndicate in a match where he has everything to lose?! Who's been giving him career advice -- Ned Norton?! RA: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, led by Brian Lau, Casey "Blackheart" James and Mistress Sasha, weighing in at 220 pounds, the three-time IIWF Intercontinental Champion, Tiger Claw! [There is a tremendous heel pop as Brian Lau emerges from the entranceway, leading Claw and James down to the ring and walking arm in arm with Sasha. A fan puts a "This Man Will STEEL the IC Belt!" in Claws face, but Claw just walks on ahead, focused on the ring and MOS. Steel stands his ground as Lau, James and Claw approach the ring. However, as the Syndicate make their way down the aisle, there is a scuffle at the head of the aisle, and Vinny Cappicola emerges, flanked by an array of his cousins. Security personnel attempt to hold him back, but he pushes past them.] SR: What the hell?! Get Cappicola out of here! He's got no business out here! [Cappicola approaches Mistress Sasha, taps her on the shoulder, and as she turns, hands her a large sealed envelope. Sasha raises one eyebrow to Cappicola, and looks down at the package. Meanwhile, Cappicola retreats up the aisle, as Lau, James and Claw look on in bemusement. Sasha signals to Brian that she'll be back later, and heads back up the aisle to the locker room.] TD: What's in that package? Where's Sasha going? What does Vinny Cappicola have to do with Sasha?! SR: You ask more questions than the end of an episode of a cheap soap opera, Dross. I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find out. [Lau, James and Claw hold a brief conference in the aisle before heading to the ring. Claw steps between the ropes and removes his headband, handing it to Brian Lau. He tests the ropes.] TD: Well, we're all set for what should be a tremendous encounter, as both men look ready for a war tonight! SR: Look at Claw's kisser! I'm telling you, there is nothing MOS can do to stop that man -- Zero, Nadda, NOTHING! TD: Say, I heard Otto was looking for you earlier, and I think I saw him in the men's room... I guess he's waiting for you to make a "pit stop"... SR: Isn't there a bush outside here somewhere? [Lau and James climb out of the ring as the bell sounds to start the match. Ding! Ding! Ding! Claw and Steel have a stare-down and words are exchanged, which leads into a shoving contest. Claw nails MOS with a reverse knifeedge thrust. MOS takes out Claw's legs and Claw crashes to the canvas! Pop! Claw kips up and immediately goes to work, laying in some stiff body shots and taking down MOS with a spinning heel kick! MOS does his own kip up and dodges another spinning heel kick, and Claw's momentum flings him off the ropes, where MOS back body drops him! Pop! Claw gets up and is met with a european uppercut and a dropkick, sending Claw through the ropes to the floor! Big pop!] TD: Steel has the momentum right now, and Claw has to regroup on the outside! Great counter-wrestling by Steel, and he hit that dropkick square on Claw's jaw! SR: Lucky man, this Man of Squeal is. I assure you, Claw will shut Steel's jaw here in a second or two, just wait. [Lau hops up to the apron and begins screaming at MOS, who turns his attention towards Lau. At that moment, Claw leaps up to the top turnbuckle, and hits Steel from behind with an axehandle blow! Heel Pop! Steel slumps to the canvas, and Claw lays in some boots before running off the ropes and executing a spinning elbow drop! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- Kickout! Steel gets to his knees as Claw uses a knee fury to daze MOS again before bringing him up and attempting a German suplex... Steel, in midair, is able to twist and land on top of Claw! Cover... 1 -- big kickout! Claw, momentarily caught off-guard, hastily springs up, and runs square into Steel's elbow. MOS whips Claw to the ropes, but Claw comes back with a sensational reverse neckbreaker, flipping over MOS's shoulder and executing the move to a big crowd pop! Claw gets up, nods at Lau, then mounts the top rope...] TD: That was a great move by Claw, but it's a little early to go for the Golden Tiger Strike. This could backfire... SR: I don't think he's looking for the Tiger Strike. I think he has other plans... [Claw waits for MOS to get to his feet, then attempts a flying cross body-block. MOS turns it into as big a powerslam as a 227lbs man can, and covers... 1 -- 2 -- Claw just gets his shoulder up! Steel is dissappointed, but quickly executes a legdrop before cinching Claw in a painful body-scissors and wrenching with all his might.] TD: This is a very painful hold. Who knows how effective this could be? SR: About as effective as hitting Claw with a flyswatter... Thai boxers just don't get worn down, Dross... they're inhuman! TD: Well now, they're human, they're just real tough... [Claw is able to get his forearms between Steel's legs, then yells in pain as Steel clamps on more pressure and traps Claw's arms as well! In frustration, Claw kicks out wildly and catches the back of Steel's head with his toe. Steel, stunned, releases the hold, and Claw goes to town with vicious open-hand punches and several nasty guillotine smashes! Satisfied that MOS is worn out, Claw mounts the ropes, then flies off and nails MOS with an incredible twisting moonsault! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- MOS just gets out! Claw complains of a slow count, and James and Lau join in, but the ref is having none of it. Steel gets to his feet, but is promptly dumped by a reverse thrust kick, and hits his head on the low turnbuckle! Collective gasp! Steel appears unconscious, and Claw stands over him...] TD: Ouch, that could have done permanent damage to the Man of Steel! SR: Steel, getting hit in the head, causing permanent damage? Dross, at least try to make some sense... TD: Actually, I like making dollars myself... SR: Tim Dross, the funny man. [Claw decides that standing over Steel is boring, and finally makes a nonchalant cover... 1 -- 2 -- MOS rolls Claw over and puts him in a pin... 1 -- 2 -- Kickout! Claw is furious, and attempts a flying stomp, which hits nothing but canvas as Steel rolls to the outside, then under the ring! Claw looks for Steel outside the ring, not knowing MOS is rolling out the other side and climing the turnbuckle! Lau and James try in vain to warn Claw as MOS flies and hits Claw with a top-rope bulldog! Huge Pop! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- Claw gets his foot on the rope! Steel thinks he won the match, and starts to celebrate, but the referee tells MOS that the match is still going. MOS walks towards Claw, who uses leverage and MOS's "Grapple-winning" tights to fling him to the outside between the ropes!] TD: What a cheap tactic that was on Claw's part, and now the Man of Steel is in the lion's den! Come on, ref! SR: Go get 'em, Casey! [While the ref admonishes Claw, James lifts up his former tag partner and drops him jaw-first on the crowd barrier! Huge Heel Pop! Steel rolls on the floor in blinding pain as James looks on with a smile. The ref starts his count on MOS, but is stopped by Lau while James rolls Steel back into the ring... Claw drops down with a splash and makes a cover... 1 -- 2 -- MOS manages to get his shoulder up before the three count! Pop! Claw drops another splash, then climbs to the top and makes a cutthroat motion...] SR: This is it, Dross! The Golden Tiger Spike is lethal when done right! TD: I'll agree, but he's got to hit it first! [Claw leaps high into the air, but MOS is able to roll out of the way as Claw comes crashing down! Pop! MOS rolls the limping Claw up in a small package... 1 -- James leaps into the ring... 2 -- Before the three count is applied, James whacks MOS across the back, and the referee calls for the bell! Ding! Ding! Ding! James is all over Steel, punching him with force, as Claw regains his footing and does the same! Lau comes in the ring and throws the referee to the outside! Big Heel Pop!] TD: Now come on, there's no call for this! SR: No, Dross. You mess with the Syndicate, and you're going to get what you deserve -- a class one ass-kicking. [Bibbo tries to come to MOS's aid, and actually manages to knock down Lau himself before Joe Latta comes flying into the ring to take care of Bibbo. Latta lays out the gym owner flat with a powerbomb to a tremendous heel pop! Then Latta lifts up MOS and drops him with another powerbomb as Lau kicks Bibbo... There is a huge crowd pop as Dan Kauffman and Chris Quigley tear down the aisle and leap into the fray, Kauffman nearly taking Latta's head off with a clothesline and Quigley dropping Tiger Claw with a haymaker before battling it out with James! Latta retaliates on Kauffman with a right hand, after which Kauffman lets out a blood-curdling yell and goes to town on Latta with ferociousness! Quigley has James reeling as Steel makes it to his feet to meet with Claw again...] TD: Thank heavens for Chris Quigley and Dan Kauffman rescuing Steel! It was looking horrible for a second! SR: Well, it looks like the motormouths had to ruin the party... [Otto Verhoeven comes down the aisle and joins in, and Quigley leaves James and meets him head on, the two brawling with force as Kauffman and Latta have both busted each other open! James recovers suffiently to join Claw in his battle with Steel, but Billy Shakespeare tears down the aisle, ripping off his Cruiserweight Championship, and leaps into the fray, launching Claw with a flying forearm before clotheslining James over the top rope! Kauffman has gotten the upper hand on Latta, and Quigley has done the same with Verhoeven. Latta and Otto see the cause is lost and retreat with James and Claw up the aisle, as a woozy Man of Steel, Billy Shakespeare, Chris Quigley and a bleeding Dan Kauffman stand united in the ring! The crowd is popping like crazy!] TD: Well, I guess we know who have the heart and courage in the IIWF now! These four men have just sent a message out to the Syndactate, Verhoeven and everyone else, they will not be held back! SR: Oh, these men have it coming to them. It's only a matter of time! [Kauffman, Quigley, Shakespeare and MOS trade handshakes before collectively walking back up the aisle, shaking hands along the way.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Enigma" Takezo Musashi vs. Hakiro Matsuoko =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: The history between these two individuals runs very deep, Steve. SR: You're telling me. From what I understand, Musashi cheated in combat against Matsuoko in order to learn the secrets of the Starsault Press. TD: That's a lie, and you know it, Steve. SR: Not from what I hear. TD: Let's hear the introductions. [Sparkplug Lee is rubbing his shoe on his trouser leg in an effort to polish it clean. As the spotlight illuminates him, he starts and looks up, before speaking:] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Brian Lau, hailing from Tokyo, Japan, and weighing in at 215lbs, here is: the "Angel of the Sun" Hakiro Matsuoko! [Big heel pop as Lau leads Matsuoko down the aisle, fireworks exploding at various stages as he passes flame pots strategically placed on the walkway. He ignores the jeers of the fans, and appears very focused on the match in hand. He climbs the ring steps and vaults over the top rope before removing his ceremonial garb and handing it to Brian Lau. He stretches in one corner as Sparkplug continues his announcements:] RA: And introducing his opponent, accompanied to the ring by "Big Bucks" Don McQueen, hailing from Tokyo, Japan, and weighing in at 211lbs, here is: the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi! [Mixed pop for Musashi as McQueen leads him out through the curtain at the head of the aisle. Although Musashi looks calm and focused, McQueen abuses the crowd and seems generally over-excited.] TD: There's a couple as different as chalk and cheese right there, Steve. It's not hard to see why they've had their disagreements in the past. SR: But they'll always get back together, Dross. Musashi needs McQueen to get him the best terms in his contracts, and McQueen needs Musashi because he's a guaranteed meal ticket... at least until he gets himself killed performing that Starsault Press, anyhow. [Musashi walks to ringside hands his gi to McQueen. As he does, Hakiro launches himself at the ropes and dives out of the ring onto Musashi with a plancha dive. Huge pop as Matsuoko beats on Musashi outside the ring, performing numerous martial arts thrusts on the Enigma, and then whipping him into the steel ring steps. He follows up with a reverse crescent kick which rams Musashi's head into the steel with force. Big heel pop. Matsuoko drags the Enigma to his feet, and in a flash, executes a spinning roundhouse kick that sends Musashi crashing to the floor once more. The referee attempts to keep Matsuoko away from Musashi as Lau looks on, a huge smile on his face.] TD: Look at Lau... he's really enjoying this. SR: So am I, Dross! Matsuoko's kicked the Enigma's ass all over so far and we've not even got into the ring yet! TD: I think the official's about to change that -- he's demanding that Matsuoko backs off... [The referee and Don McQueen check on Musashi while Lau gives Matsuoko a few more words of encouragement. To the crowd's amazement, Musashi picks himself up off the floor, and resists the assistance of the official and his manager. He rolls into the ring, and Matsuoko is instantly all over him again, dragging him to his feet and raining down martial arts kicks on him. Hakiro sizes Musashi up and brings his knee sharply up in Musashi's groin. The referee is unsighted. Big heel pop!] TD: That's a disqualification offence! Not to mention a highly dishonourable tactic! SR: There's nothing dishonourable about gunning for victory, Dross. [Musashi is stunned by the onslaught, and Matsuoko bounces off the ropes to launch himself with his spinning leg lariat kick, but Musashi ducks under the attempt, and Matsuoko crashes to the mat. Pop! Musashi kips up to his feet, which warrants another pop. On the outside, Brian Lau looks stunned.] TD: This is incredible! I guessed I thought Musashi claiming to have been stretching his physical limits with calisthenics to be just so much talk, but he keeps on getting up from Matsuoko's onslaughts. [The Enigma drags Matsuoko to his feet and whips him into the ropes, performing a flawless frankensteiner on him. Big pop! Musashi drags him to his feet again, and whips him into the corner with tremendous velocity. Matsuoko seems to trip over forward, and his momentum carries him over the turnbuckles so that he is straddling the top rope. Musashi is there in an instant, mounting the buckles and dragging Matsuoko to his feet. Cameras flash around the Coliseum as Musashi executes a superplex from the top rope. Huge pop. Musashi covers - 1 - 2 - kickout!] SR: But you see, Dross, Matsuoko is more than capable of taking a licking and keeping on ticking. You know how much endurance this guy possesses. TD: I certainly do. When he was Intercontinental Champion a few months back, he was almost unstoppable. In fact, he defeated himself to lose that title by taking an unnecessary risk. SR: And you can see the parallels with Musashi. He's a great athlete, but he's concerned about pleasing the fans, and when he could choose to finish off his opponent with a simple kick or whatever, instead he opts to go all the way to the top rope for his Starsault Press. Just as that moonsault was Matsuoko's undoing, so too will the Starsault be Musashi's. TD: We'll see about that -- wow! Matsuoko just ducked under a superkick from Musashi and fired back with a kick of his own! Musashi's laid out on the mat again! [Matsuoko regains control, and wraps Musashi in his patented octopus hold in the centre of the ring. Musashi yells in pain as his various extremities are pulled and strained.] SR: The octopus hold is especially painful because it hurts all over. And because of the way it's applied, Musashi doesn't have any arms or legs free to break it. This could be all over right here. [Don McQueen leaps to the apron to distract the official, but he is pulled down by Brian Lau. The two managers square up to each other on the outside, and McQueen nails Lau with a right hand. Pop! This draws the attention of Matsuoko, who releases the hold and slides out of the ring under the bottom rope to confront McQueen. The official is quick to react, putting himself between Hakiro and McQueen, and orders Matsuoko back into the ring. Reluctantly, Hakiro climbs back to the ring apron, only to be met by a kick to the midsection from Musashi, who attempts a suplex on Matsuoko back into the ring. However, Matsuoko blocks the suplex, and counters with one of his own, suplexing Musashi all the way out of the ring and over the crowd barrier into the front row of fans! Huge pop, and fans scatter.] TD: Oh my! I hope nobody was injured when Musashi landed in there... [The move has also taken its toll on Matsuoko, who struggles to his feet slowly as the referee continues to count both men out. Hakiro rolls back into the ring at the count of eight, and then leaves it once more to drag Musashi back over the barrier. Matsuoko rolls Musashi into the ring, and the Enigma is motionless as Hakiro climbs to the top turnbuckle. He raises his arms to the crowd, and cameras flash all over the arena as he launches himself with a reverse moonsault. However, the Enigma rolls out of the way, and Matsuoko crashes to the mat! The referee lays the count on both men, while the two managers on the outside beat the canvas in encouragement for their men. The count reaches four, and Musashi stirs. He slowly gets to his feet, and drags Matsuoko back to a vertical base. The two trade blows, reverse knife-edge chops and thrusts, and Musashi gets the upper hand. He stuns Hakiro with a kick, and then bounces off the ropes, performing a somersault flip bodyblock off the ropes, hitting Hakiro in the face with his feet. Huge pop! Musashi covers - 1 - 2 - kickout!] TD: Wow! What on earth do you call that last manoeuvre, Steve? SR: Showing off, I think, Dross. It's that kind of flashy crap that's going to be the Enema's downfall, you mark my words. [Matsuoko is laid out on the mat. The Enigma drops an elbow on Hakiro, and begins the climb to the top rope. However, on the other side of the ring, Brian Lau is trying to drag Hakiro out of the ring. McQueen jumps to the apron to warn Musashi, who turns and sees Lau. He leaps from the buckle and runs over to Lau. He drags Matsuoko back into the middle of the ring, and then runs into the ropes without looking, inadvertantly striking Don McQueen in the process. McQueen is sent flying from the apron, and crashes into the steel crowd barriers. Musashi realises his mistake, and leaves the ring to tend to his manager.] TD: Oh oh. Shades of their previous disagreement here, Steve. SR: That clumsy idiot should have looked where he was going before nailing his own manager! TD: It was an accident, Steve! SR: Yeah, maybe, but it's happened twice now. I think Musashi's trying to double-cross McQueen. TD: Oh, come on! You know as we-- hang on, Matsuoko's back to his feet! [The crowd noise grows louder as Matsuoko gets groggily to his feet in the ring and sees Musashi on the outside. He climbs to the top buckle, and launches himself with a moonsault onto the unsuspecting Musashi. Huge heel pop as Matsuoko lands hard on the Enigma.] TD: Wow! Matsuoko just came down on Musashi from about fifteen feet! That was incredible! Musashi looked like he fell awkwardly there... he looks like he's out. SR: Well, what goes around comes around. Matsuoko's going to make him pay now. [Matsuoko rolls Musashi into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. With the referee unsighted, Brian Lau, kneeling below the level of the apron so as not to be seen, grabs one of Musashi's legs as Hakiro signals for the Butsumetsu Drop. He launches himself into his lateral spinning splash and lands hard on Musashi, who is powerless to move. Don McQueen struggles to his feet on the outside as Hakiro pins Musashi, Brian Lau still holding onto his leg - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding! Huge heel pop!] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, by pinfall: "Angel of the Sun" Hakiro Matsuoko! [As Don McQueen rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, Lau instructs Matsuoko to cut short his celebrations, and the Syndicate pair make a quick exit, Lau raising Matsuoko's arm in victory as they head up the aisle to the jeers of the crowd.] TD: What a miscarriage of justice! Musashi was tending to his manager, gets blindsided by Hakiro, and then Brian Lau stops him from kicking out... unbelievable. SR: You really think the Enema would have kicked out of the Butsumetsu Drop, Dross?! Look at McQueen -- he's shouting at Musashi! [The microphone on the camera picks up a few of McQueen's words -- "clumsy" -- "loser" -- "idiot" -- as Musashi tries to shake off the effects of the Butsumetsu Drop. The Enigma gets to his feet, looking bleary, with McQueen shouting right in his face.] TD: Give me a break! It's Brian Lau that McQueen should be going after, not Musashi. [McQueen shoves Musashi, who slumps back against the turnbuckles, shocked. The crowd noise drops as the fans try to pick up McQueen's words. Musashi is clearly protesting to McQueen's accusations, but McQueen continues to shout him down. Musashi again tries to stand, but his manager pushes him back against the turnbuckles.] TD: This is ridiculous! Just let the poor guy be, McQueen! He's just taken a defeat at the hands of a man who has dishonoured him. Isn't that enough?! [Musashi tries to stand for a third time, and now McQueen slaps him hard across the face. Musashi's eyes widen at the blow, and McQueen suddenly takes a step backwards. He begs Musashi for mercy, but the Enigma hits him with a reverse thrust kick, which knocks McQueen over the ropes and to the outside. Big pop!] TD: Whoa! I guess that's Musashi's answer to McQueen! I think we've seen the end of an alliance right here! SR: What a moron! Musashi just made the biggest mistake of his career. TD: I'm not too sure about that, Steve. All of these fans certainly think he's done the right thing -- just listen to them! SR: This bunch of inbreds cheering a guy for beating up his own manager... why does that not surprise me? [The Enigma leaves the ring and heads up the aisle, accepting the cheers of the fans. Meanwhile, officials at ringside help McQueen to his feet. Cut to the announcers' table.] TD: Before we go up to the ring for tonight's main event, let's go, as promised, over to the offices of the IIWF President, to find out what we're going to see at Ring Wars II. [Cut to split screen, the announcers' table on the left and President Dan in his office on the right.] TD: Mr. President, it's great to have you here tonight! DS: Thanks, Tim. It's always a pleasure to be here, especially when I've got such big news for the fans of the IIWF. We're only four weeks away from our next pay-per-view spectacular, and I can promise you now that it's going to be the best yet. I'm here tonight to begin announcing the matches for Ring Wars II. TD: Fantastic! What can you tell us, President Dan? DS: The card will be headlined by the IIWF's first double main event. In one half of the main event, Deathbringer will defend his IIWF World Heavyweight Championship title against the Outlaw J.W. Hardin. But this won't be any ordinary title defense -- as per the demands of both men, this will indeed be a Casket Match! TD: The Casket Match is one of the most brutal matches there is -- anything goes! DS: Absolutely. In the Casket Match, there are no rules: no disqualifications, no countouts, and the only way to win the match is to get your opponent into the casket at ringside, and close the lid. But that's not all, Tim. In the other half of the main event, we're going to have a War Games match: two rings, enclosed completely by a steel cage, and two teams of seven. The rules are simple: one man from each side enters the cage at the start of the match, and thereafter another man from each team enters every two minutes until all fourteen men are in the ring; assuming, that is, that nobody has been eliminated by that point, and in this match, eliminations can occur at any time. It's going to be bedlam inside those cages. TD: That sounds to me like an incredibly dangerous match, President Dan. DS: It is dangerous, but I think we all know that the situation here in the IIWF can only be resolved by such extraordinary measures. You saw the way in which the Intercontinental Championship match ended up earlier on tonight -- I couldn't count how many people got involved in that one. It's war in the IIWF right now, and if we're going to have a war, let's at least put it in a steel cage! TD: Any word on who the participants in the War Games match will be? DS: Of course. One side will be captained by Dan Kauffman, and the other by Casey "Blackheart" James. Kauffman's team so far includes the Man Of Steel, "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley and "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare, while Casey's side includes Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven, Joe Latta and "Painbringer" Billy Sexton. More names will be added in the next few days. TD: It's certainly shaping up to be a fantastic card! DS: And that's not all. We're also going to see two more of the IIWF's titles on the line: IIWF Tag Team Champions, the Armed Forces, will be defending against challengers who are yet to be named... TD: [interrupting] Surely the High Plains Drifters are the top contenders for the shot? DS: Perhaps, Tim. Perhaps not. As you will have gathered, we will also see the IIWF Intercontinental Championship on the line in that huge rematch between Tiger Claw and Don Antonio. The match will take place inside a steel cage, and I can confirm that it will be a Baseball Bat match. A baseball bat will be suspended above the ring, and whoever gets to the bat first will be able to use it. TD: That could be a career-ending match, President Dan! DS: I'm aware of that, Tim. These are the stipulations that have been demanded by Don Antonio, and Brian Lau has no choice but to accept them. One more match to mention tonight: a Hair vs. Hair match between "Showstopper" Simon Lebec and Marty Warnett. The rules of this one are simple: no countout, no disqualification, and the loser -- by pinfall or submission -- gets his hair cut by the winner. TD: Well, that's already an unbelievable lineup! DS: There are still another three or four matches to be announced for the card itself, and there will also be the IIWF's first Free For All before the show, the matches for which I will also be announcing over the next week or so. I told you that Ring Wars II was shaping up to be the best event in IIWF history, and with some more unbelievable matches to be announced, it's just going to keep on getting better! TD: Well, thanks for joining us here tonight, President Dan. DS: No problem, Tim. Enjoy the rest of the show. [Cut back to normal shot of the announcers' table. Steve Roberts lets out a low whistle.] SR: Wow, Dross. The IIWF President just made a huge mistake. TD: What do you mean? SR: He says that if we're going to have a war here in the IIWF, he wants to be able to control it, right? Well, what on earth is he doing, agreeing to matches like that?! The Outlaw will murder Deathbringer in a Casket Match... TD: I doubt that very much, Steve. Deathbringer has never lost a Casket Match in his entire career. SR: Believe me, there's a first time for everything. And then ol' Prez Dan signs a bedlam elimination War Games match... this is great! We're going to see the end of all the unpleasant elements in the IIWF in a single night... Kauffman, the Man of Squeal, Pukespeare, "Hot air" Chris Quigley... You've got to hand it to the Prez, Dross... he sure knows how to get his top wrestlers in big trouble. TD: I think you over-estimate the power of the so-called forces of darkness in the IIWF. The Man Of Steel dictated the terms of that match. SR: Well, I always told you he was a moron, Dross... And then there's the Intercontinental Title match, which actually makes it legal for Tiger Claw to smash Don Antonio's brains in with a baseball bat. I love it! This is going to be a great night. TD: While I disagree entirely with your reasons for saying so, yes, Ring Wars II _is_ going to be a fantastic night of wrestling entertainment. Call your local cable operator right now to order! Anyway, it's time to go up to the ring for tonight's main event, as IIWF Champion Deathbringer defends against the Sandman. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- IIWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Deathbringer vs. The Sandman ------------------------------------------ RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, set for one fall, is for the IIWF World Championship! Introducing first, accompainied by the Prince of Darkness, from parts unknown, weighing 275 pounds... The Sandman! [Big heel pop as the leader of the Dark Knights walks down the aisle in a not-so-festive mood. PoD doesn't look happy either, and they show their displeasure by shredding a "Deathbringer: IIWF Champion" poster in disgust.] TD: Well, the Dark Knights appear to be one big happy family, and of course, news is that thet are falling apart... It seems the only stable that's stayed strong is the Syndicate. SR: Maybe the Dark Knights have problems, but the Sandman realizes that with a win here tonight, he can put all those problems in the past and move on. TD: That's a tall task against the champion... [The lights go out and the crowd roars in anticipation! A bell tolls before the lights come back on, and Deathbringer stands in front of the Sandman, who appears not to be amazed. The IIWF Championship Belt is around 'Bringer's waist as the Sandman attempts to punch the Bringer. The punch is blocked, and 'Bringer cinches in a chokehold. The Sandman drops to the ground and rolls outside the ring! Pop!] RA: And his opponent, from the dark side, weighing 328 pounds, the IIWF World Champion... Deathbringer!!! [Huge pop!] SR: Deathbringer this, Deathbringer that... The smiles will be on the other sides of these morons' faces when the Outlaw puts an end to this phenomenon wannabe... TD: I'll tell 'Bringer you said that... SR: That's quite all right. [The Sandman takes his time before stepping into the ring, and when he does, the steely gaze of Deathbringer meets him. The Sandman decides that another staredown is not a good idea, and takes Bringer's legs out from under him before dropping a succession of elbows. Bringer sits up! Pop! The Sandman runs off the ropes, but 'Bringer ducks the clothesline attempt and then hits the Scythe! Huge pop! Bringer covers... 1 -- Kickout! Bringer whips the Sandman into the ropes, and is met with a swinging neckbreaker that takes him down! Heel pop!) TD: Wow, two big moves have been hit in the opening moments of this match, and both men are ready to unload on one another! SR: You know, Bringer's sit-up move should have won a Grapple... the "Most Overused Useless move in the IIWF"... [Bringer, as if on cue, sits up and gets to his feet, but is slammed down to the canvas with a belly-to-back suplex! The entire ring shakes with the impact! Pop! Cover... 1 -- monster kickout! Bringer sits bolt upright and his eyes glow! The Sandman attempts to stop Bringer's rise, but Bringer has none of it and whips the Sandman into the corner, following in with a huge splash! Bringer nails some short punches to Sandman's floating ribs, then DDT's the Dark Knight into the canvas! Pop! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- Kickout! Bringer whips the Sandman off the ropes and attempts a powerslam, but the Sandman stops his momentum and delivers a stun gun on Bringer! Heel pop! Bringer stays on the canvas this time, and the Sandman points out into the crowd saying "That's how it's done!"] TD: Bad move here... you NEVER take your attention off Deathbringer, I don't care who you are! SR: For once, you have a good point. But maybe that stun gun did more damage than we think... [The Sandman lifts Bringer back to a vertical base and lifts him up in a backbreaker! Heel pop! The referee asks Bringer about a submission, and Bringer simply says "NO!". Then Bringer shifts his weight, lands on his feet behind the Sandman, spins him around, and just decimates him with a lariat! The Sandman hits the mat with such force that his head bounces off the canvas! Huge Pop! Bringer brings the Sandman back to his feet and drops him with a sidewalk slam! Bringer makes a cut throat gesture and hauls The Sandman up to the top rope! Pop! Bringer sets the Sandman up for the Burial, but the Sandman is able to shift his weight and head-scissors Bringer off the turnbuckle and into a crucifix! 1 -- 2 -- kickout! Pop! The Sandman, aggravated that he did not get the pinfall, starts into a brutal flurry... stomp, stomp, guillotine forearm, kick, elbow, legdrop, punch, punch, kick, stomp, elbow, wishbone leg split, forearm and another stomp! Bringer is motionless on the canvas!] TD: I tell you, the Sandman is lucky to be in the match, but that head-scissors roll was incredible! Bringer is in serious trouble! SR: That's usally when things turn for the worse... [The Sandman goes to the second rope, but when he leaps for the legdrop, Bringer sits up and the Sandman gets nothing but the plywood and rubber of the wrestling mat! Pop! Bringer brings Sandman to his feet and delivers a brutal tombstone piledriver! Big pop! Bringer lifts Sandman again, and once more takes his up top! This time, the Sandman is not able to break free, and Deathbringer executes the Burial with great force as cameras flash around the arena! Cover... 1 -- 2 -- 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] TD: Well, a valiant effort on the part of the Sandman, but it just wasn't enough. SR: Just you wait, Deathbringer has an angry madman on his trail who goes by the name of J.W. Hardin, and he'll get his due. RA: The winner of the match, by pinfall, and _still_ IIWF World Heavyweight Champion, Deathbringer! [Deathbringer kneels in the centre of the ring and accepts the cheers of the crowd. Cut back to the announcers' table.] TD: Well, folks, we're right out of time here tonight. What a show it's been... and the countdown is well and truly on to Ring Wars II, which is only four weeks away! It's been great to come live from the Coliseum here in Charlotte, and the next stop on the tour comes this Wednesday as the IIWF hits the Scope, Norfolk, Virginia. Larry Morton and Becky LaRue will be your hosts for another dose of Midweek Mayhem, and I'll be back on Tuesday with another IIWF Control Centre report. Until then, for "Soundbite" Steve Roberts, this is Tim Dross, saying: so long, everybody! [Cut back to Deathbringer in the ring as fireworks explode high in the rafters of the Coliseum. 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 | +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+