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The shots pan over the sea of fans bedecked in IIWF merchandise and waving homemade signs, and come to rest on the announcers' table in the ringside enclosure, at which stand Larry Morton and Becky LaRue.] LM: Welcome everybody to Norfolk, Virginia! Welcome everybody to the Scope Arena! Welcome everybody to another dose of IIWF Midweek Mayhem! I'm Larry Morton, and beside me as always is the lovely Becky LaRue. What a night of action we've got in store tonight! In two fantastic headline matches, we'll be seeing Otto Verhoeven battle the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi, and "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare defend his newly-won IIWF Cruiserweight Championship against the "Badboy" Randy Acorn. BL: I thought we were done with the runtweights after last week's wimp-athon, Larry. LM: I'm glad to say that we'll continue to see great light heavyweight action here on a regular basis, Becky. We've got some fantastic talent in the cruiserweight division, and you can bet that Billy's going to have his hands full keeping those challengers at bay. What do you make of tonight's other headline encounter, Becky? BL: Well, we've got a big guy -- that'll be Verhoeven -- going up against a little runt -- Tuxedo Masharki... LM: [interrupting] That's Takezo Musashi, Becky. BL: Who cares? Anyhow, when you get a big guy going up against a little guy, and particularly when the big guy is such a dangerous competitor, the little guy gets squished. It should be fun to watch. LM: It will be a fantastic match, that's for sure. In other action, we've got a feast of tag team action coming your way tonight, as we'll be seeing three of the IIWF's latest partnerships in live action. Pain Inc., who are returning from their one week suspension, levied for assaulting a media reporter and his crew, will go up against the Zodiac Connection. BL: Scorpio and Taurus will be seeing stars by the end of tonight, Larry. LM: What? BL: The Zodiac Connection -- seeing stars. Get it, you moron? LM: [pauses] Er... no, Becky, I'm sorry. I don't see what you're getting at. BL: Horoscopes, Larry. Horoscopes. LM: Horoscopes? I saw a movie filmed in horoscope once. You had to wear those funny red and green glasses... Aargh! Heel... toe... pain... uurrrkkk.... BL: In the other tag team match, the Arabian Knights will be battling Law & Disorder. The well-endowed Prince Adbul Akmar and his burly partner Omar will make short work of those two justice-crazed idiots. LM: [still gasping] Did you say... well-endowed? BL: His trousers positively bulge... LM: [interrupting] Becky! Stop that! BL: His trousers bulge with all that money, Larry. The Prince is one of the wealthiest men in the sport. What did you think I meant? LM: Never mind. As well as those great matches, we'll be seeing the "Painbringer" Billy Sexton take on Marty Warnett, the White Phoenix battling Louie the Ninja [Becky splutters], and in a special Handicap Match, Robski and Magus will take on "Nuclear" John Bomber. Are you alright there, Becky? BL: I thought for a moment I heard you say "Louie the Ninja", but... LM: I did say Louie the Ninja. He'll be going up against Shinja Chow later tonight. BL: Yeah, right. LM: All that and more coming up here on Midweek Mayhem, including more news on the upcoming pay-per-view spectacular, Ring Wars II. But before we get to that, let's quickly recap the results of the other matches we've seen before coming on air tonight: - CASEY "BLACKHEART" JAMES defeated MAJESTIC MAURICE McARTHUR in quick time, first hitting the Blackheart Punch, and then the Black Death spinebuster, for the win. Casey really seemed to enjoy himself out here, taunting the crowd, verbally abusing his battered opponent, and generally having a good time. However, he seemed reluctant to leave the ringside area after his match, and we soon found out why... - The MAN OF STEEL was scheduled up next for a match against THE SANDMAN. The Sandman came down to the ring first, and passed the loitering James without incident, but as soon as the Man Of Steel made his entrance, Casey decided to bar his passage to the ring, and a confrontation in the aisle began to flare up. The two men took shots at one another, and the Sandman capitalised on Steel's distraction by blindsiding him and taking him into the ring where he battered him with his high-impact offense. Casey James spectated from ringside, and was instrumental in the Man Of Steel's eventual defeat. The Sandman whipped Steel into the ropes, and Casey whacked him in the back outside the referee's field of vision, stunning Steel and allowing the Sandman to hit his Nightmare chokeslam for the pinfall victory. After the match, the Sandman and Casey James laid into the Man Of Steel with their heavy arsenal, and it was only when the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi and the White Phoenix, both of whom have agendas with the Syndicate, came to ringside to Steel's aid, that the situation was defused. Casey and the Sandman retreated up the aisle looking very pleased with themselves. It was a disgusting display, Becky. BL: Disgusting? Not really. Hilarious? Absolutely. I was hooting with laughter. There's nothing better than seeing the Man In Tights taught some very harsh lessons about messing with the Syndicate and the Dark Knights. LM: Speaking of the Dark Knights, I guess you've heard the reports of Brad Kinder's imminent return? BL: You'd better not have blown the negotiations by announcing that out here in front of a live television audience of millions, Larry. But yeah, I've spoken to Brad, and he just couldn't stay away from me. LM: That's certainly good news for the Dark Knights, if it's true. Anyway, moving on: - Pale and Easy Rider, the HIGH PLAINS DRIFTERS, put their unsanctioned "Best Tag Team" belts up for grabs tonight as they went up against STEAMROLLER. These two former IIWF World Tag Team Championship winning partnerships put on a good show for the fans, but ultimately it was the Drifters who took the win when they performed the "Hang 'em High" Clothesline on Taylor for the pinfall. - The Syndicate's wonder boy, JOE LATTA, took on the massive ARCHANGEL in a fantastic power battle which was marred by the appearance in the aisle of the Prince of Darkness, the Archangel's sworn enemy. Archangel was so distracted by PoD's presence that he took off after him up the aisle, getting counted out, despite the best efforts of Bishop Right to keep his man in the ring. Latta merely sat back against the turnbuckles and watched the victory drop into his lap. Archangel has seemed out of focus since the Dark Prince turned down his challenge to an Angel of Mercy match, whatever that is. BL: It's a falls count anywhere match, you buffoon. And PoD has every right to turn down challenges from nutcases like Archangel, particularly when he's got to concern himself with facing Tiger Claw in a potentially career ending match this Saturday Night. LM: I expect the Prince is regretting making that rash challenge to the Intercontinental Champion now. All Tiger Claw stands to lose is the title, but the Prince could lose his career in a single match. In any case, we must move on. Dan Kauffman was in action earlier on, and before his match, I went backstage to get a few words from him: [Cut to the locker rooms, where Larry Morton stands with a newly-outfitted Dan Kauffman... Dan wears plain white tights with the burning image of "IIWF" on them, and a hat that reads "Do What's Right". Dross starts the interview...) LM: Well Dan, you are moments away from stepping into the ring with Simon Lebec tonight. Comments? DK: Simon Lebec, I know you have Marty Warnett on your mind, as well as your locks of hair, but pal, you'd better put Warnett out of your mind once you hit that ring. Look into my eyes, Lebec... See the fire in them? The fire that was missing for two months? IT'S BACK! And Lebec, you'd better be prepared for all out warfare! Because the state of the IIWF right now REQUIRES you be prepared for warfare! Lebec, I know you've had your share of victory rides, but tonight, I'm going to give you a different kind of ride... Be at your best, then pray something happens on your behalf. 'Cause I've got something to prove once more, and I'm not going to allow you to stand in my way! LM: Speaking of ways, we all know the potential of the so-called "Forces of Evil" to interfere... DK: You're right, Dross... they are the "so-called" forces of evil. But I've said it before, good-evil is not my problem. This is about control, of power. When the wrong guys get a hold of that power, it's costly. But see, no "evil" men have ever gained that power they seek when put in a war... that's a historical fact. And if you think I'm going to stop fighting these men, let me put it clearly... I'd rather go to HELL then give in to their forces! James, Latta, Verhoeven, just realize that I've got men behind me that believe in myself and in their own selves. That's more of a force than any army or battalion ever made. You guys want to create havoc tonight? Then I'll guarantee you one thing... War will break loose, and we will... never... give... IN! [Kauffman streaks for the entrance as Morton is left with the microphone in his hand staring at the spot Kauffman just left.] LM: It looks like Kauffman's regained his focus, and he seems ready to lead his side into battle at Ring Wars II: - DAN KAUFFMAN defeated "SHOWSTOPPER" SIMON LEBEC after Lebec was distracted by the delivery of a parcel to ringside by one Marty Warnett. The mysterious package, which Warnett left in Lebec's corner before departing without incident, seemed to concern the second-rate actor a great deal, and put him sufficiently off-balance for Kauffman to pull his "Powerplant" spinebuster out of the bag for the pinfall win. After the match, Lebec opened the box, and was furious to find a wig inside. He stormed backstage, no doubt looking for Warnett. BL: What a cheap trick by that useless rookie, Warnett. You know, Dross, Warnett has the best losing streak the IIWF has ever seen. If Lebec comes out here tonight when he's facing Billy Sexton, that streak's going to get a little bit longer. LM: We'll see about that. In the final match before we came on air: - HEAVY METAL scored yet another victory, this time over THE BILL COLLECTORS, who despite stringing together some good offensive flurries, were outsmarted and out-cheated by the vicious Steele Twins. Ricky Matthews was caught in the double-teaming Olympic Slam for the pinfall. Robo Stone certainly seems to have motivated his men, Becky, after they were locked in their locker room by the High Plains Drifters last Saturday Night. BL: They're just as mad as Fistless Flash is, Larry. When Stone sends his men after the Senate to reclaim that fist, the Senator had better have his men just as ready as Heavy Metal are right now. [The timekeeper's bell rings.] LM: Without further ado, let's go up to the ring for tonight's first live match! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Pain Inc. vs. The Zodiac Connection =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: I really can't believe IIWF President Spreadbury allowed Pain, Inc. back into the league after what they did to that ESPN reporter. BL: Hey, ESPN will milk that footage for all it's worth. They change reporters too quickly anyway... Morningstar and Hellraiser were just helping them along. LM: Well, it was a travesty and it embarrassed the IIWF. BL: Spreadbury says the same thing about you, Larry, and you're still here. LM: You just... oh you... [sighs] Let's go up to the ring. [Spotlights swirl around The Scope and finally converge on Sparkplug Lee, who doesn't seem to notice the fans laughing at his open fly. Lisa, the IIWF ring girl, whispers to Lee and he quickly remedies the situation.] RA: Er... Ladies and gentlemen, this tag-team match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Hollywood, California at a combined weight of 575 pounds and accompanied to the ring by Dr. Insane, they are Scorpio and Taurus: The Zooooooooodiac Connection! [Good pop as the trio enter The Scope to "East 1999." One fan holds up a sign which reads "This is the Horror-Scope" for the Zodiacs. The three laugh at it before continuing to the ring.] LM: Hey, that's pretty witty. See, we're in The Scope and that fan thinks it will be a bad night so... BL: Shut up, Larry. [The Zodiacs step through the ropes.] LM: While we await the arrival of their opponents, let's hear some pre-recorded comments from the Zodiac Connection. [Cut to split-screen; live action shots on the right; Taurus, Scorpio and Dr. Insane standing in the locker room on the left.] Scorpio: Zodiacmania is running wild in the IIWF!!! We are mobbed by fans everywhere we go and we want to say thanks to you people. As a token of our appreciation we will do our best to play by the rules against another tag team that calls themselves Pain, Inc. Brothers.. get ready for the fight of your lives... we are here in the name of honor and justice... and we will destroy you. Taurus: Your horoscope warned you to stay in bed... now suffer the consequences for not paying attention to it! [Cut back to live action shots. The unmistakable strains of White Zombie's "More Human Than Human" begin to play as Sparkplug speaks again.] RA: And their opponents, from Jakarta, Indonesia, at a combined weight of 585 pounds and accompanied to the ring by Mr. Mic, they are Morningstar and Hellraiser... Paaaaaain Incorp-or-a-ted! [Heel pop as Hellraiser and Morningstar fly down the aisle and into the ring. Both teams slug it out as Morningstar and Scorpio fall through the ropes, still pounding on each other as they hit the floor outside the ring. Taurus and Hellraiser are also exchanging blows in a corner so the referee calls for the opening bell: Ding! Ding!] LM: Wow! This is one of those slobberknickers Tim Dross is always talking about. BL: I think you mean slobber_knockers_, Larry. Slobberknickers is what Steve Roberts has when he sees Nurse Heidi. LM: Yeah, but slobberknockers are what Nurse Heidi has if Steve Roberts gets too close. BL: Uh, Larry... it's in my contract that _I_ get to do the funny stuff. [Dr. Insane and Mr. Mic finally separate Morningstar and Scorpio outside the ring and accompany them to their respective corners. Inside the ring, the larger Taurus has gained the advantage on Hellraiser with a series of uppercuts and forearm blows. He pulls Morningstar into the middle of the ring and chokeslams him hard into the mat. Cover: 1 - kickout! Morningstar delivers a low blow which allows him to roll to the corner and tag in Hellraiser who greets Taurus with a superkick that sends him flying toward his own corner and allows him to tag in Scorpio.] LM: The action is fast and furious in this slobb... uh, this tag-team matchup. BL: Good boy. [Scorpio whips himself over the top rope and hits the charging Hellraiser with a dropkick. He whips Hellraiser into the ropes and delivers an elbow smash. Scorpio climbs to the top rope, but Hellraiser rolls out of the way of his moonsault and Scorpio hits the mat hard. Hellraiser goes for the quick cover: 1 - 2 - kickout! Hellraiser takes control with a series of high impact moves, including a pildriver off the second rope. He tags in Morningstar, who lands a belly-to-belly suplex. Cover: 1 - 2 - kickout!] LM: Scorpio has taken more punishment than... than... BL: Someone at a John Tesh concert? LM: Well, that's not exactly what I was looking for, but Scorpio desperately needs to make a tag. [Morningstar whips Scorpio into the ropes, but telegraphs a backdrop. Scorpio turns it into a swinging neckbreaker, then slowly makes it to his own corner to tag in Taurus. A football tackle takes Morningstar off his feet, then Taurus hits a powerbomb and goes for the cover: 1 - 2 - Hellraiser puts a boot to the head to make the save.] LM: I think Zodiac Connection would have had the win right there if not for the save. BL: If "ifs and buts" were candy and nuts, every day would be Christmas. [Taurus tags in Scorpio, who continues the attack on Morningstar with a high-impact offense including an asai moonsault. Cover: 1 - 2 - another save by Hellraiser. Scorpio goes to the top rope as Morningstar begins to rise, but Mr. Mic knocks Scorpio off balance and he lands straddling the top ropes. Morningstar climbs the ropes as Hellraiser and Mr. Mic cheer.] LM: Both of these men are just about out. Morningstar should have made the tag instead of going for some high-risk move. BL: Thank you Larry "I've never been in a ring and cower at the sight of minions from hell" Morton. [Morningstar gets Scorpio in position for "Simply Pain," a spike powerbomb, and slams him to the mat. He covers: 1 - Taurus enters the ring for the save but encounters Hellraiser - 2 - Hellraiser knocks Taurus through the ropes - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here are your winners by pinfall, Morningstar and Hellraiser... Pain Incorporated! [Both men stomp on Scorpio a few final times before the referee ushers them out of the ring and they celebrate with Mr. Mic. Taurus and Dr. Insane enter the ring to check on Scorpio.] LM: I've said it before and I'll say it again, there is no action like the tag team matches we have here in the IIWF. Pain Inc. scores the win, but not without a little help from Mr. Mic. BL: Maybe Mr. Mic is gunning for a Golden Grapple next year. I won the "best announcer" category, you know. LM: [Sighs] Yes, I know. Let's get on to more tag action here on Midweek Mayhem... _LIVE_ from Norfolk, Virginia! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Arabian Knights vs. Law & Disorder -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: Two impressive teams are in this next bout. What do you think, Becky? BL: This one could be interesting, but not one member of either team is Brad Kinder, so how interested do you think I am? LM: Come on, Becky. They can't all be Brad Kinder. BL: [sighing] I know. It's really too bad. RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this next tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 595 lbs, hailing from Ar Riyad, Saudi Arabia and led to the ring by their manager The Grand Vizier, The AAAAArabiaaaaannnn Knights! [The Arabian Knights come to the aisle led by their manager and wave off all the booing fans. They seem not to care how the fans feel about them.] LM: Well, these men haven't made any friends in the IIWF. BL: Neither have you, Larry, but I don't see you leaving. RA: Their opponents, at a combined weight of 539 lbs, here is Marshal Law, Ace Maverick, Laaaaaawwww and Diiiisorder! [The crowd pops as Law and Disorder's ring music blares over the PA. The team makes their way down the aisle, posing for the fans. In the ring, the Arabian Knights roll their eyes and wait for their opponents to hurry up and get to the ring.] LM: These guys, on the other hand, are liked by almost everyone. BL Not me. [The bell rings, and Ace Maverick starts the match against Prince Abdul. The two men circle each other, and Abdul hits Ace with a boot that's pretty low on the midsection. The crowd boos and the ref yells at Abdul for a low blow as Ace drops to the mat. Abdul waves off the referee and picks Ace up. He executes a belly to belly suplex and follows up with an elbow drop. Abdul makes the tag to Omar, and Abdul holds Ace down as Omar executes a nice splash. Abdul leaves the ring and Omar goes for the cover... 1 - 2 - Kickout by Ace. Omar picks ace up and motions to the ref to come over. The ref does, and while looking into his eyes, Omar blatantly slaps a chokehold on Ace Maverick. The ref counts to 5, and then scolds Omar about the illegal choke. Omar says "Like this?" and slaps another choke on Ace. The ref counts to 5 again, and the choke is broken. Marshall Law complains on the outside as Omar laughs in the ref's face.] BL: I like the style of the Arabian Knights... LM: If they're not careful, that style is going to get them disqualified. [Omar drags Ace into his corner and tags Abdul in, who leaps to the top rope and jumps off, driving a fist into Ace's exposed ribs. Ace goes down, and Omar leaves the ring. Abdul locks on a side headlock and drives Ace's head into the top turnbuckle. Omar holds Ace in the corner as Abdul gives him shot after shot. Law runs into the ring to break it up only to get stopped by the ref. While the ref's back is turned, Omar chokes Ace with his sash, and the crowd boos. The ref turns around, and Abdul snap mares him into the centre of the ring. He tries to follow up with a leg drop, but Ace rolls out of the way. He inches over to his corner, and just makes the tag to Marshall Law. Law storms in and punches Abdul repeatedly. He executes an enzuigiri on the staggered Knight, and the crowd pops. Law comes off the ropes with a kneedrop and lands it on Abdul, then locks on an armbar. Omar pounds on the turnbuckle to rally behind his man, but Abdul stays down. Vizier gets on the apron to complain to the ref, and Omar runs in, removing his sash. He wraps the sash around Law's throat and throws him across the ring with it, freeing Abdul. Ace jumps in and gets met with a hefty fist to the face, which send him out of the ring. Omar leaves the ring to beat on Ace while Abdul picks up Law and executes a Dragon Suplex on him, and going for the cover... 1 - 2 - 3!! Ding! Ding!] LM: Oh, come on! That was blatant cheating! BL: Well, the ref didn't see it, so it was just original use of Omar's belt. [Abdul gets up, raising his arms in victory as Vizier and Omar stomp on Ace outside the ring. Abdul picks up Omar's sash and ties one end of it around Law's throat, and the other to the top rope. Abdul then Irish Whips Law into the ropes, and on the rebound, the sash pulls back on Law's throat, making him go down. The crowd's jeers get quite loud as Abdul repeats the maneuver. Tiring of the abuse, Abdul goes outside and collects his mates. They walk back up the aisle celebrating their victory as the fans throw trash at them. In the ring, the ref tends to Law.] LM: Oh my. It's one thing to win the match like they did, but it's another to jeopardize the career of Marshall Law like that. BL: Again, original use of the sash. The Dark Knights are sending a message out to the rest of the tag teams of the IIWF. It's a pretty powerful message, wouldn't you say? LM: Hmmph... Well, it looks like Marshall Law is okay. It's a good thing that Abdul stopped when he did, though. BL: I could have handled seeing that move a few more times. [In the ring, Ace helps Marshall Law to his feet, and makes sure he's okay. Law nods, signalling he's okay, and then the two go as fast as two beaten guys can to the backstage area after the Arabian Knights.] LM: Looks like they're in the mood for some payback. BL: Payback's an easy thing to talk about, but actually getting it is a lot more difficult. LM: For once, you have a point. Well, folks, up next we'll be seeing the sensational White Phoenix in action, as he takes on a newcomer here to the IIWF, Louie the Ninja. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The White Phoenix vs. Louie the Ninja =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= BL: Louie? Louie? Why is it that we have to have stupid gimmicks for these new guys? Watch, before long we'll end up having wrestling plumbers and garbage men. LM: Well, Becky, this Louie is apparently trained in the mystic arts of Ninjitsu. I guess his skills will be put to the test against Shinja Chow. BL: What do you mean? This Shinja has been lucky so far. His most impressive victory was a result of Dan Kauffman's interference. LM: Dan didn't lay a hand on Joe Latta in that match, Becky. You've even said that if a guy can't concentrate on the match at hand, then he deserves to lose. BL: Well, yes, but... Well, Dan Kauffman. That's all I'll say. RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is sceduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 250 lbs, here is Louie the Ninja! [Some cheesey kung fu movie type music begins to play, and a masked man leaps from the backstage area into a really typical martial arts stance. He throws a few kicks that barely get above his knee level and then makes some sloppy little hand kata. He then begins to walk down the aisle stiffly with his arms sticking too far out as if he were too muscular to walk properly.] BL: Ummmm... Yeah. LM: Well, this sure is an interesting fellow. Do you have any background info on this guy, Becky? BL: Yes. He's an idiot. LM: Well, that's interesting. RA: His opponent, weighing in at 220 lbs and hailing from San Fransisco, The White Phoenix, Shinjaaaaaa Choooooowwwww! [The lights go dim, and a gong is heard. Suddenly, a corridor of flame erupts down the aisle, and a figure can be seen walking through it. Shinja Chow comes out of the end of the corridor and holds his arms out to the crowd. The crowd pops, partly because they like the guy, and partly because his entrance is so spectacular.] LM: This guy is literally a house on fire, Becky. BL: You're about as bright as a sack of wet mice, Larry. LM: Huh? Wet mice? BL: Hehe.... [Chow enters the ring, and the ref calls for the bell. The two men square off, and Louie displays his skill with a few kicks and punches to the air. Actually, Louie just succeeds in making himself look silly. Chow executes the same combo, but somehow makes it look spectacular. The crowd pops. Louie gets a little annoyed and attempts a drop kick that hits Chow in the midsection. Louie showboats to the crowd and goes to execute a gutwrench powerbomb on the doubled over Phoenix. Chow blocks the attempt and reverses it into a Northern Lights suplex. The ref counts... 1 - 2 - Kickout by Louie. Chow gets to his feet and throws Louie into the corner. He follows Louie in and attempts to whip him into the other corner, but Louie reverses, sending Chow in the corner. Louie follows up with a shoulder tackle, but is intercepted by an axe kick by Chow. Chow's heel slams down onto Louie's head, and the ninja goes down. Chow leaps to the top turnbuckle and launches a legdrop on the downed Louie. Chow picks Louie up and throws him into the ropes. On the rebound, Chow executes a tilt-a-whirl slam. Big crowd pop. Chow covers and the ref counts... 1 - 2 - Kickout by Louie.] LM: Well, Chow is definitely making it look easy tonight. BL: Something tells me it's not that hard to make beating Louie look easy. [The crowd begins to pop as Dan Kauffman steps out to the head of the aisle.] BL: Oh, great. That's all we need. Kauffman sticking his nose in yet another match. Is he going to win this one for Chow as well? LM: Dan never won Chow any matches, Becky. Besides, he's not even coming down to the ring. [Chow looks to Kauffman with a little uncertainty in his eye, then continues to work on Louie. Chow executes a spinning roundhouse kick that floors Louie, and then comes off the ropes with a splash, getting nice vertical as he does so. The crowd pops, and Chow picks Louie up again. Chow throws Louie into the corner and then runs to the opposite turnbuckles. Louie slumps in the corner as Chow begins to run towards him. Chow flips in the air and executes a spinning back kick, tagging Louie hight in the head. Louie goes down, and the crowd pops. Chow goes for the cover... 1 - 2 - 3!! Ding! Ding! Kauffman, at the head of the aisle, nods his head in approval and turns to the camera, giving the thumbs up sign.] LM: Shinja Chow calls that move the Phoenix Strike. What a move. BL And yet again, Dan Kauffman can't be content to allow other stars to shine. Instead, he has to come out and steal the spotlight. Maybe if we're lucky, he'll get annihilated at Ring Wars II. LM: I've never heard someone wish so much ill will on anyone as you do, Becky. BL: I'll give you some ill will if you don't button it, maggot. [Chow stands on the second turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd, who are very much into him. Chow high fives the fans on his way back to the locker room area.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Painbringer" Billy Sexton vs. Marty Warnett -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: The countdown to Ring Wars II is on and these two men could play a key role in that exciting pay-per-view event. BL: Yeah, yeah, call your local cable operator now... yadda, yadda, yadda. LM: *Ahem*... anyway. Both Marty Warnett and Billy Sexton are chasing titles right now and either man could have a belt around his waist before long. You'd better believe that both of these rising stars wants to claim a victory here tonight. BL: Gee, Larry, I thought they would want to claim a loss. You dolt! Let's go up to the ring and see how Sparkplug Lee is embarrassing himself. [Sparkplug Lee is double-checking his zipper as the spotlight falls on him.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is... Maaarrrrrrty Warrrrrnet! [Good pop as "Cold Gin" begins to play and Warnett enters the coliseum. A group of teenage girls simultaneously release a high-decibel squeal that takes even Marty by surprise and he has to cover his ears. He smiles and blows a kiss to the girls before moving on to the ring.] LM: Marty Warnett has certainly won over the IIWF fans in the short time he's been here, Becky. BL: Yeah, I was certainly cheering when Marty Wingnut was getting his tail kicked by Outlaw J.W. Hardin Saturday night. I hear Simon Lebec is getting some pointers to eliminate Wingnut from the IIWF. LM: I think this young lion can take care of himself. BL: "Young lion"?! Hehehehehehe . . . snort. [Sparkplug raises the microphone as AC/DC's "TNT" begins to play.] RA: And his opponent, hailing from Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is... "Painbringer" Biiiiiiiily Sexxxxxxxton! [Heel pop as Sexton stops halfway down the aisle and soaks up the boos from the crowd. He wipes his hand across his brow and pretends to flick sweat at the good people of Norfolk. Sexton then looks at Warnett in the ring, makes a snapping motion with his hands, and continues to the ring.] LM: It looks like Billy Sexton has plans for Marty Warnett tonight. BL: Gee, and I thought he earned the nickname "Painbringer" for helping Mother Teresa feed orphans. [The referee calls for the opening bell: Ding! Ding! Warnett and Sexton lock up in the middle of the ring, but Sexton gains the early advantage with a hiptoss. He whips Warnett into the ropes and hits a high backdrop, then stomps on Warnett's shoulder and drops an elbow squarely on the shoulder. Warnett slides out of the ring and nurses his shoulder, but Sexton follows him out and attempts to run Marty into the ring post. Warnett blocks it and slams Sexton's head into the post. Big pop.] LM: Sexton apparently wanted to finish what the Outlaw started Saturday night. He had Warnett in early trouble, but it's Sexton who is in trouble now. BL: Yeah, but it only takes one slip by Wingnut to give Sexton the... heh, heh... "break" he's been looking for. [Warnett lifts Sexton outside the ring and drops him throat-first across the steel ring guard before rolling back into the ring. The referee begins the count on Sexton and reaches 8 before "Painbringer" is able to slide back into the ring. Warnett quickly hits a belly-to-belly suplex and goes for the cover: 1 - 2 - kickout! He whips Sexton into the ropes and plants a dropkick right on Sexton's jaw. Warnett signals to the crowd.] LM: Marty is signalling for his finishing move. If he locks on "The End," there's no way Sexton will break the figure-four. BL: Unless of course he breaks Wingnut's legs first. [Warnett spin-wraps Sexton's right leg, but Sexton is able to kick Marty off with his left leg and Warnett flies into the turnbuckles. Both men slowly get to their feet. Warnett charges, but Sexton greets him with a boot to the midsection followed by a European uppercut and a swinging neckbreaker. Cover: 1 - 2 - kickout! Sexton then signals for his armbar submission, but Warnett grabs the front of Sexton's tights and whips him into the turbuckle. Warnett recovers quickly, hits a DDT on Sexton, the successfully locks on his figure-four finisher.] LM: He's got it! Marty Warnett has "The End" on Billy Sexton! The referee is checking with Sexton to see if he submits, but Sexton is holding on. BL: Sexton can take pain as well as he can dish it out. He won't give in to this punk. He can... hey, look at this! [Big heel pop as Simon Lebec runs down the aisle clutching his Academy Award behind his back. He jumps up to the ring apron and shouts at Warnett, who breaks the figure-four on Sexton. The referee attempts to banish Lebec from the apron, but Warnett slowly walks toward Lebec while pointing his finger at the actor-wrestler. Sexton, gets to his feet and closes in behind Warnett, but sees Lebec raise the award and swing it at Warnett's head. Sexton also sees Warnett duck just in time, but it is the last thing "Painbringer" sees as the award hits him across the forehead. The referee pushes Lebec from the apron as Warnett turns and rolls up Sexton for the cover: 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] LM: Simon Lebec just clocked Billy Sexton with that award! I don't believe it! Marty Warnett ducked and Lebec hit Sexton! BL: [in a monotone] Yeah, wow, talk about irony. [Warnett rolls from the ring as Lebec charges one again and the referee raises Warnett's hand in victory.] RA: Here is your winner by pinfall... Marty Warnett! [Big pop as Marty heads up the aisle leaving Lebec and Sexton in the ring.] LM: Lebec creates a win for Warnett. You know that makes him mad! BL: At least he doesn't have to work with you, Larry. [Lebec tries to revive Sexton, and eventually brings him round. Sexton rubs his head as he tries to shake off the effects of the blow, and when he sees Lebec in front of him, he begins flailing wildly with his fists. Lebec hightails it out of the ring, and Sexton stumbles groggily after him.] LM: Let's hope security manage to keep those two apart backstage. Anyway, up next we have a special Handicap Match. "Nuclear" John Bomber has challenged the two men who have been responsible for his ill fortune in recent times here in the IIWF, Magus and Robski, to a two-on-one match, and we'll see how he fares in just a moment. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- HANDICAP MATCH: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Nuclear" John Bomber vs. Magus & Robski ---------------------------------------- LM: Well, this will be interesting. A handicap match. BL: Interesting, yes. A smart move on Bomber's part? No way. What was he thinking? Robski has outsmarted him twice already, and Magus is just plain crazy. Of course, Bomber might have just shown us that he's a bit crazier this time. LM: The Nuclear one has been real fired up lately, Becky. I think he's in for a victory here. BL: Thank you for proving how little you know, Larry. RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, this special Handicap match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Jasmine, the team of Robskiiiii annnnd Maaaaagusssss! [The crowd jeers as Jasmine, Robski, and Magus walk down the aisle. Magus gibbers on like a freak, while Robski amuses himself by telling the crowd to "get stuffed." Suddenly, John Bomber bursts out of the backstage area and clocks the two men with a double clothesline. Big pop. Both men go down, and Bomber grabs a table from behind the curtain and throws it down onto the team. Robski and Magus try to scurry away, but Bomber goes ballistic with a series of kicks to both men's ribs. One kid in the audience cheers Bomber on while taking sips of a beverage out of an official IIWF paper cup. Bomber sees the opportunity and grabs the drink, throwing the red liquid into Robski's face.] LM: Oh my! That was bone-chilling Kool Aid! What next? BL: Stop. Just stop. [Robski wipes the Kool Aid from his eyes in time to see Bomber punch him and pick him up. Bomber throws Robski down the aisle into the ring apron, and then focuses on Magus. Bomber picks Magus up in a powerbomb, and send him crashing down on a guard rail. Big pop. Bomber runs down to beat on Robski, who is just getting to his feet. He sends Robski crashing into the ringsteps. Bomber showboats to the crowd, and Magus runs up from behind and tackles him into the ring apron. Robski pulls himself to his feet, and both men roll Bomber into the ring. The two follow him in, and start taking turns stomping the big man. Robski locks on a Boston Crab, and Magus continues stomping on Bomber's head. The crowd pops as Punster runs down to the ring and begins making googly eyes at Jasmine. Jasmine tries to move away, and Punster grabs her and runs from ringside with Jasmine over his shoulder.] BL: What's that freak doing? LM: It looks like the Punster is paying Robski back for that flagpole shot. BL: A shot with a flag pole is one thing, but stealing someone's fiancee? That's going too far. [Robski lets go of the crab, and goes over to have Jasmine towel him off, but notices that she's gone. He begins to freak out, looking all over for her, until he looks over to the broadcast table.] BL: [To Robski] Punster took her! He went that way! [Robski nods to Becky, and then hops out of the ring and runs up the aisle after the Punster. In the ring, Magus sees Robski running out and begins to shout at him, turning his back on Bomber. Bomber begins to shakily get to his feet while Magus gets more and more agitated at the Englishman. Bomber comes up behind Magus and taps him on the shoulder. Magus turns around, and gets grabbed by the throat by Bomber. The crowd pops as Bomber lifts Magus up and slams him down with a chokeslam. Bomber goes for a quick cover and the ref counts... 1 - 2 - 3!! Ding! Ding!] LM: Bomber did it! He did it! He won the match! BL: Thanks to the Punster. LM: Well, Robski brought that on himself when he cheated against The Punster... BL: You're condoning the kidnapping of someone's girlfriend? LM: Well, I... No... [Bomber rolls from the ring and makes his way back up the aisle as Magus realizes that he's lost. Magus begins to smack his own head on the turnbuckle, screaming his lungs out. He then goes towards the referee, making threatening gestures. Suddenly, a few men in white coats come down the aisle, and Magus sees them. Magus leaps from the ring, hops over a crowd barrier, and makes his way through the crowd. The men in white coats run after him, and chase the lunatic around the arena.] LM: That Magus scares me. BL: Clowns scare you, Larry. LM: Well you shouldn't be able to fit _that_ many people into a Volkswagen! And those shoes! What's up with them? BL: Hehe... Looks like I hit a nerve. I'll have to remember that. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- IIWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare vs. "Badboy" Randy Acorn ------------------------------------------------------ LM: Billy Shakespeare won the IIWF Cruiserweight Championship just one week ago right here on Midweek Mayhem and tonight he'll be making his first title defense against the "Badboy" himself, Randy Acorn. You'll recall that Acorn and Shakespeare met in a great match in the first round of the cruiserweight tournament and they've had a couple of scuffles since then. BL: Couldn't we just declare it a draw and call it a night? I'm getting tired. LM: I'll bet you don't say that often! [Becky glares at him.] Uhh, anyway, these two men don't get tired easily and this should be a great matchup. Let's go up to Sparkplug Lee for our introductions. [Sparkplug is humming a John Tesh tune when the spotlight falls on him.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for the IIWF Cruiserweight Championship. Introducing first the challenger, hailing from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 227 pounds, he is the "Badboy"... Rannnnnnndy Acorn! [Moderate heel pop as Acorn strolls down the aisle taunting the fans. One youngster holds up a homemade sign which reads "Randy is a Nut!" Acorn holds out his hand for the young fan to slap, but pulls it away at the last minute and the youngster almost tumbles over the railing. Acorn laughs and continues to the ring.] LM: Acorn certainly appears to be his usual self tonight. BL: Yep, he's the best thing to... hell, he's the _only_ good thing ever to come out of Newark, New Jersey. [Sparkplug keeps a wary eye on Acorn as the music changes to "Little Willie" and the fans pop.] RA: And his opponent, hailing from Ashland, Oregon, and weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the reigning IIWF Cruiserweight Champion, he is... "Spotlight" Biiiiiily Shakespeare! [Pop rises as Shakespeare makes his way down the aisle hi-fiving the fans. He stops to let one young fan touch the cruiserweight belt and smiles at another fan enjoying a Billy Shakespeare Ice Cream Bar. A single spotlight follows him as he makes his way to the ring and vaults the top rope into the ring.] LM: What a fan favorite Billy Shakespeare is. BL: Y'know, he looks like he's put on a lot of weight in the last week -- probably from eating those ice cream bars. He's only 10 pounds away from being out of the runt division and they'd have to take that belt away from him. He'd probably rather scratch a goat between the ears than give up that belt. LM: Umm, yeah, whatever. I do know that these two men in the ring do not like each other. [The referee calls for the opening bell: Ding! Ding! The two lock up, but Acorn shoves Shakespeare into the corner and raises his arms to the crowd, who boo him soundly. Shakespeare nods his head and the two men lock up again, but again Acorn shoves Shakespeare into the corner and again he raises his arms to the crowd. When he turns, however, Shakespeare dropkicks him into the opposite corner, then follows up with a flying legscissors takedown. Big pop.] LM: You can't take your eyes off Billy Shakespeare for one second or he'll find a way to hurt you. He's faster than... BL: A girl you'd meet at an REO Speedwagon concert? LM: A _what_ concert? BL: Never mind, you geek. [Shakespeare hiptosses Acorn and drops a leg across the Badboy's throat. He whips Acorn into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Acorn ducks under, stop, and delivers his own clothesline that floors Shakespeare. Acorn grabs a leg and begins wrenching Shakespeare's knee, then delivers an elbowdrop to the joint. He kicks at the knee before Shakespeare makes it into the corner and the referee attempts to separate the two. Shakespeare uses the ropes to get back to his feet, but with his back to the ring does not see Acorn slip in behind him. Acorn delivers a hard German suplex into a bridge for the cover: 1 - 2 - kickout!] LM: We very nearly had a new champion right there. BL: Billy Shakespeare was so concerned about his knee that he took his eye off Randy Acorn. He's equally as dangerous you know, even if there is no Randy Acorn Ice Cream Bar. [Acorn pulls Shakespeare to his feet and hits a spinning neckbreaker before climbing to the top rope. He leaps and hits an elbow drop on Shakespeare's sore knee. Cover: 1 - 2 - kickout! Acorn again lifts Shakespeare, then whips him into the ropes. Shakespeare is able to leap to the second rope and fly back toward Acorn with a cross-body block into a rollup: 1 - 2 - kickout!] LM: You know, this is representative of the action you'll see if you order Ring Wars II today. Call your local cable operator after the show and.... BL: Give it a break, Larry. [Shakespeare locks on an arm bar and increases the pressure, but Acorn gets a leg on the ropes and the referee forces Billy to break the hold. Shakespeare whips Acorn into the ropes and floors him with an impressive dropkick, then goes to the top rope to a big pop.] LM: This is it! Billy Shakespeare is going for the Curtain Call! [Acorn recovers in time to see Shakespeare on the top rope and rolls from the ring before Billy begins his leap. Shakespeare jumps down, then looks at Acorn pointing toward his head and saying "I got the brains, baby!" Shakespeare launches himself for a plancha dive, but Acorn again reacts too quickly and Shakespeare misses his target and hits the floor hard. The referee begins the count on both men as Acorn runs Shakespeare into the ringpost.] LM: Billy Shakespeare is in real trouble here! We may see a new champion in the first defense of the cruiserweight belt! [Acorn tosses Shakespeare back into the ring, then climbs to the top rope and hits a splash. He picks up Shakespeare for an airplane spin, but as he turns, Billy's legs swing out and take down the referee. Acorn dumps Shakespeare in the middle of the ring and goes for the cover.] LM: The referee is down in the corner. He can't make the count! BL: This is a travesty! Let's count for him, shall we? 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5! Shakespeare isn't about to get up from this! C'mon ref! [Acorn, frustrated, looks over to see the referee in the corner. As he makes his way toward the official, he does not notice a blur in an orange jumpsuit race down the aisle and slide into the ring. Prisoner #109 hits Acorn with a double-axhandle. Big pop. He grabs Acorn and powerbombs him. He then wraps his large hand around Acorn's throat and lifts him for a tremendous chokeslam, leaving Acorn prone in the ring as he runs back up the aisle.] LM: What a heinous act! Randy Acorn was in control of this match but he is now out cold in the ring! BL: Yeah, but Shakespeare is starting to finally come around. [Shakespeare slowly rolls to see Acorn laying flat on his back in the middle of the ring. The referee revives just in time to see Billy lay an arm across Acorn and the official stumbles to make the count: 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner, and _still_ IIWF Cruiserweight Champion . . . Billllly Shakespeare! [Big pop as Shakespeare slowly leaves the ring with his title belt. The referee attempts to revive Acorn, who is still out cold in the ring.] BL: Maybe Don Antonio is right -- there is no justice in the IIWF. LM: I hate to say it, but Acorn should be walking out of the The Scope tonight with the title belt. But he isn't, so what the hey. While the officials revive the "Badboy", let's hear more about Ring Wars II. We already know about five great matches for this huge event, including that massive double main event featuring the Casket Match for the IIWF World Heavyweight Championship and a Wargames match, but we're going over live to the offices of the IIWF President, Dan Spreadbury, to hear more about the action coming your way on October 12. [Cut to split screen: the broadcast table on the left; the IIWF President in his office on the right.] LM: Mr. President, sir, good to have you here tonight. DS: Good to be here, Larry. LM: What can you tell us about Ring Wars II tonight, President Dan? DS: Tonight, I'll announce two more matches for the card, but before that, I will reveal more participants in that huge main event Wargames match. As you know, four of each of the two seven-man teams have already been announced for this match: Dan Kauffman will lead a team including the Man Of Steel, Chris Quigley and Billy Shakespeare, to face Casey James' team of Joe Latta, Otto Verhoeven and "Painbringer" Billy Sexton. Kauffman's team will also be joined by the White Phoenix Shinja Crow, at the captain's request, and Vinny Cappicola of the Family. James' team will be joined by the Sandman and the Prince of Darkness. We now have six of the seven members of both teams, and two more names will be added to the match in the next few days. I'll bring an update on that situation soon. LM: Those are certainly interesting additions to the lineup of that match. What about the two new matches? DS: In the light of the recent situations between the Senate and the Stone Stable, I have sanctioned a special match to take place between the Hangman and Fisto Flash at Ring Wars II -- a Lumberjack Rules Noose Match. In this match, the tag teams of the Atomic Destroyers and Heavy Metal will be allowed to accompany their respective stablemates down to the ring, and they will be the "lumberjacks" -- that is to say, if either of the combatants should leave the ring, they are free to either help or attack either man. LM: So where does the noose come into it? DS: I'm getting to that, Larry. A noose will be placed over one of the turnbuckles by the match official after the beginning of the bout, and the only way to win the match is to place the noose around the neck of your opponent, and then drag them to all four corners of the ring in succession without interruption. LM: Wow. Who on earth came up with those stipulations?! DS: In actual fact, they were presented to me by Robo Stone, but the Hangman seemed keen to agree to the terms of the match. I believe that it is the only way their feud can be settled. LM: And what of the other new match? DS: The stipulations of this match have still to be finalised, but I can confirm tonight that the "Angel of the Sun" Hakiro Matsuoko and the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi will meet at Ring Wars II. As you know, Brian Lau is a difficult man to negotiate with in matters of contracts, and although Matsuoko has a clear idea of what sort of match he wants this battle to be, Lau is being typically stubborn. However, I'm sure that we'll be able to get the stipulations finalised in the next few days, and I will bring you an update on that situation very soon. LM: Thanks very much for being here, Mr. President. DS: That's my pleasure, Larry. Good night. [Cut back to normal shot of the announcers' table.] LM: Well, there you have it, folks! More names for the Wargames match, and a Lumberjack Rules Noose Match has also been signed! Ring Wars II really is shaping up to be a fantastic event, Becky. BL: Oh, I don't know, Larry. There's still no sign of my Brad... LM: There's still time, Becky. And there's also still time for you people at home to take advantage of the special deal available for those who book the Ring Wars II pay-per-view early. Until the end of this week, those who book this spectacular event will not only receive a $5 discount on the price of the show, but will also have sent to them through the post, an exclusive piece of IIWF merchandise. BL: That wouldn't be the "Dan Kauffman: we hardly knew ye" mug, would it, Larry? I hear there's a stockpile of about thirty thousand of those little fellas gathering dust in a warehouse... LM: *Ahem*... Let's go up to the ring for tonight's final match. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven vs. "Enigma" Takezo Musashi -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: This should be great. Musashi's high-flying style should give Verhoeven's power style a run for its money. BL: I'll take the power style any day. That leaping around doesn't impress me. LM: Well, I guess we'll have to see. RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Nurse Heidi, weighing in at 340 lbs, hailing from Essen, Germany, "The Butcher" Ottooooooo Verhoevennnnn! [The lights dim and Verhoeven walks down the aisle with Nurse Heidi. Otto verbally abuses a few fans as he walks. He eventually gets to the ring, where he flexes to the jeers of the crowd.] LM: He really thinks highly of himself, doesn't he? BL: And well he should. Check out his win/loss record. LM: But he's cheated for a lot of those, Becky. BL: So? You think he's a clown or something? LM: Stop saying the "C" word, Becky. RA: His opponent, weighing in at 211 lbs and hailing from Tokyo, Japan, here is "The Enigma" Takezo Muuuuusaaaashiiii!!! [The lights drop and a single spotlight picks out Musashi coming down the aisle He high fives some of the fans, and then does some flips and cartwheels down to ringside.] LM: We're going to see a great match here. I can hardly wait. BL: You know you can cause a lot of damage by holding it, don't you? LM: Really? I'd better excuse myself to... BL: No, no, Larry, you'd be best to stay here a while. [The bell rings, starting the match. Verhoeven moves forward to confront Musashi, and Musashi assumes a martial arts stance. Verhoeven carefully moves about to get a good attacking position, but Musashi turns to face him each time. Verhoeven fakes a charge, and Musashi leaps up with a spinning round kick, which Verhoeven catches. Musashi goes down, but Verhoeven keeps a hold of his leg. Verhoeven uses his strength to pick Musashi up by the leg and toss him scross the ring, but Musashi tumbles to lessen the impact. Big crowd pop. Verhoeven rushes in with a clothesline that Musashi ducks and links his arm around, then exectues a crucifix takedown into a cover. The ref counts... 1 - Kickout by Verhoeven. Otto gets to his feet and shoves Musashi into the ropes, and rams a shoulder into Musashi midsection on the rebound. Musashi is doubled over, and Verhoeven raises his leg and send his heel crashing down on the back of Musashi's head. Heel pop!] BL: You see? Musashi can flit about and get little shots in, but one big boot from Verhoeven puts the little guy right out. LM: I wouldn't count Musashi out yet, Becky. He's got a lot of endurance. BL: The same could be said for you, Larry... Still have to go? LM: Ummm, yes. [Verhoeven picks Musashi up in a press slam, and drives him into the mat. He then turns to the crowd and draws his thumb across his throat. Verhoeven raises Musashi to his feet, and grabs him by the throat, signalling for the Slaughterslam. He raises Musashi into the air, but Musashi lets his legs come up around Verhoeven's arm and he uses his weight to bring Verhoeven down and locks on an armbar submission hold. The crowd begins to boo as Hakiro Matsuoko comes down the aisle. Heidi rallies behind Verhoeven who gets to his feet with Musashi still keeping the hold locked on. Verhoeven carries Musashi over to the ropes, where the referee calls for the break. Musashi breaks, but the strain on Verhoeven's arm is obvious as he slumps to the canvas holding his shoulder. Musashi sees Hakiro on the outside and goes over to confront him. Heidi jumps to the apron, and the ref moves to get her to leave. Musashi leans over the top rope to take a swat at Hakiro, and Hakiro grabs onto the second rope, using it to launch himself upwards. Hakiro brings his legs up and gets Musashi in a frankensteiner. He executes it, sending Musashi out of the ring and crashing to the floor.] LM: Okay, now I know you're going to say Hakiro was scouting Musashi, but there was no call for that. BL: Sure there was. Musashi called him a clown. LM: Hmmm... Tough call there. [Musashi lies on the floor, and Hakiro issues a couple of swift kicks to his midsection. Verhoeven comes down to double team Musashi and gives Hakiro the high five. Both men stomp on Musashi. The crowd pops as Chris Quigley runs down to ringside and rushes Matsuoko with a shoulder tackle. Hakiro recoils from the shot and falls to the floor. Verhoeven turns to face Quigley, who executes and enzuigiri kick to Verhoeven's head. Verhoeven goes down. Heidi sees what's going on and stops her argument with the ref, running over to sneak up on Quigley. The ref turns to see the melee and begins a count. Heidi comes up behind Quigley to lock on a cross-face chickenwing, but Quigley turns around quickly and grabs her by the shoulders. Quigley turns to the crowd with his fist up, and the crowd pops. He goes to hit Heidi, but Verhoeven comes in with a chop block to Quigley's knee. The count reaches 4. Quigley goes down, holding his leg, and Hakiro and Verhoeven work on Musashi a little while longer. Finally, Verhoeven throws Musashi back into the ring, and follows him in. Verhoeven agains picks Musashi up for the Slaughterslam, but Musashi locks a body scissors on Verhoeven's midsection, then leans back and executes a sort of frankensteiner, sending Verhoeven into the mat face first.] LM: Wow! I've never seen that done! BL: So what is that supposed to mean? You haven't seen a lot of moves done. [The crowd pops as Musashi comes off the ropes and executes a flipping leg drop on the back of the big man's head. Musashi goes to the ropes and begins to climb to the top, and Hakiro comes over to push him off. Quigley stops him with a fast thrust kick that floors Matsuoko and runs over to hold down Verhoeven's legs Musashi flies off the top with the Starsault Press, and lands it. The ref goes for the count, not seeing Quigley holding Verhoeven's legs. 1 - 2 - 3!! Ding! Ding! Musashi rolls off Verhoeven, and Matsuoko storms the ring and stomps him repeatedly. Quigley runs in to intercept Matsuoko, but Hakiro hits him with a flip kick on the chin. Quigley goes down and Matsuoko goes back to work on Musashi. Verhoeven begins to join Matsuoko, and the crowd pops as Shinja Chow runs to the ring. He leaps over the tops rope and hits Verhoeven with his knees and Matsuoko with a double axehandle. Big pop. The cheers turn to jeers as Prince of Darkness, Sandman, and Billy Sexton run down to the ring. Chow gets Quigley and Musashi up, and the three of them stand at the ready. The two makeshift teams face each other.] LM: This could be the Ring Wars II Wargames match right here! BL: I think I'm going to like this... [PoD, Verhoeven, Sexton, Matsuoko, and Sandman look at the situation, and as if on cue, they all charge the trio of faces. Chow leaps up and kicks PoD in the head with one kick, and Verhoeven with another. The two go down as Musashi puts all his energy into a double palm strike to Matsuoko's midsection, and Quigley executes a superkick on Sexton. The Sandman is the only one left standing, and he rolls out under the bottom rope. The rest of the "team" do the same, and they all walk back up the aisle, each nursing his respective injured body part. Chow, Musashi, and Quigley stand in the ring at the ready, and the crowd pops huge. The heel team leaves, and the three in the ring look to the crowd. Quigley and Chow each take one of Musashi's arms and raise it in victory, and fireworks begin to go off in the ring. Huge pop.] LM: Well, I guess it's no secret where these men's loyalties lie. We've definitely got some men to be proud of! Three on five, and they won! BL: Big deal... It's not that hard to do when you've got a loaded boot. Look at Quigley's right foot... There's something taped on his boot. LM: Oh, stop it! There is not! BL: Yeah... You know, with the tape on it, it kind of looks like a big toed red shoe... Like... Like a clown shoe! LM: Quit it, okay? I just don't like clowns! BL: Oh, boy... I'm going to have a lot of fun with this. LM: Becky, let's get back to the moment at hand. Quigley, Chow, and Musashi are definitely destined for greatness in the IIWF. At Ring Wars II, these guys are going to make it all better again! BL: "All better again?" What is this, a scraped knee? [Cut to the announcers' table.] LM: Well, folks, that's just about all we've got time for here in the Scope, in lovely Norfolk, Virginia. The IIWF's tour continues this Saturday with a live broadcast from Soldier Field, Chicago, Illinois, so don't miss one moment of that incredible action. We've had a great time here tonight, and we'll be back at you again next Wednesday for more IIWF Midweek Mayhem. Until then, for Becky LaRue, this is Larry Morton thanking you all for joining us, and wishing you all a very good evening. BL: Hey, look, Larry -- a clown! LM: Waah! [Morton gets up and runs from the broadcast booth as Becky giggles. Cut back to the celebrations in the ring. 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