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Pan down past rows of ringside fans who clamour to get in shot, and come to rest on the broadcast table in the ringside enclosure, at which sit Larry Morton and Becky LaRue.] LM: Welcome everybody to another dose of IIWF Midweek Mayhem! We're coming at you live and loud from the Silver Bowl, Las Vegas, Nevada, and what an event we've got lined up tonight! I'm Larry Morton, and beside me as always is the lovely Becky LaRue. It's great to be here in Las Vegas, right, Becky? BL: It's not so great for some of the IIWF superstars, though, Larry. Nobody's seen the Man Of Steel since the tour bus pulled up to the arena. From what I hear, he was straight into the very first casino he came across, squandering his insurance money from the accident. LM: Oh, come on, Becky. That's not true and you know it. BL: The Man Of Squeal's got problems, Larry. But not to worry, because come Ring Wars II, Casey James will straighten him out once and for all. LM: We'll see about that... but we are now only ten days away from the IIWF's most anticipated pay-per-view to date! Ring Wars II goes down in the Hoosier Dome, Indianapolis, Indiana, next Saturday night, and we'll be hearing from the IIWF President tonight with the final additions to the card. President Dan will also be announcing the fourteen men who'll be in that massive Battle Lines Battle Royal, right here, _live_ on next week's Midweek Mayhem, the winner of which gets a shot at the IIWF Champion the week after Ring Wars II. BL: Okay, okay, enough of the fortune telling already. What about tonight's lineup, little man? LM: Well, tonight's main event is a huge tag match pitting Archangel and Marty Warnett against the Sandman and Joe Latta, and we'll also see the Subway Psycho return to the rings for a battle with "Badboy" Randy Acorn. BL: Wowee. The sewer rat crawls out of the slime once more to moan about the IIWF officials stripping him of the world title. LM: The Psycho certainly pulls no punches when it comes to his opinions on the administration of the IIWF, but that's his opinion, and he's entitled to it. In other action, we'll see the IIWF World Tag Team Champions, the Armed Forces, defend their titles from the Family, Don Antonio and Vinny Cappicola. BL: The Tagliatelli Twins don't stand a chance against the Armed Forces, Larry. Those two Italian crooks will find themselves on the wrong end of an Intercontinental Ballistic Missile. And I'm not talking about what you find in Brad Kin... LM: [interrupting] That's quite enough, Becky. How are you coping with Mr. Kinder's departure from the IIWF? BL: Oh, fine. There's plenty more fish in the sea. LM: I didn't know that you were interested in the Aces of the Deep, Becky. BL: Eurgh! Perish the thought! Wet, clammy, slimy... and that's just how I feel sitting next to you every week, Larry. LM: Gee, thanks. In other tag action tonight, the Deepsters will be in action against the dangerous Pain Inc., the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi will battle the Prince of Darkness, and Dan Kauffman will take on Magus. All that tremendous live action to come here tonight! But first, let's run down the results of the matches that have already gone down here tonight before we came on air. Scheduled up first were the Arabian Knights, but as Tim Dross found out this morning when they flew into Las Vegas, they weren't happy about turning up tonight: [SCENE: Tim Dross stands in the arrivals area of the airport, ready to greet the Arabian Knights, whose private jet has just landed.] TD: I'm here to catch up with the Arabian Knights. Tonight they'll be battling Stunt Team USA, whom, as we all know, will be getting their shot at the tag team titles at Ring Wars II. [The Arabian Knights can be seen coming through the crowds, their bags being carried by various lackeys.] TD: Prince Abdul, can I have a few words about tonight's match with STUSA? Prince: You may, if you are quick. TD: So how do you feel about tonight's match? Prince: Well, I'm not very happy about this... We were only informed that we would be fighting tonight a couple of hours ago. We did not want to, but there is something about contractual obligations. I am a Prince... I should not have to abide by this contract. [The Prince walks off in a huff.] TD: Vizier, may I have a few words with you? Vizier: Certainly, Mr Dross. Let me guess: tonight's match with STUSA? TD: YES! Vizier: Well, as you know we only found out at the last minute, and the Prince had a few other plans for tonight. But this will only make him more focused and he can vent his frustrations on our opponents. TD: What do you make of Stunt Team USA? Vizier: Well, I'm not quite sure what to make of STUSA. They certainly have an impressive win/loss record. But having seen them in action a few times I have spotted a few chinks in their armour that I'm sure we will be able to exploit. And their manager... well, he is certainly a strange individual, I'm sure that our paths have crossed before in the past. I think I shall ask him later... TD : Thankyou for speaking to me. Vizier : The pleasure was all yours. [The Vizier sets off after the Prince and Omar. Cut back to the announcers' table.] LM: - The ARABIAN KNIGHTS defeated STUNT TEAM USA in a fiercely contested opening match. Although Ron and Steve certainly look focused in the ring, they weren't able to keep tabs on the extra presence at ringside of not only the Grand Vizier, but also "Painbringer" Billy Sexton. The official certainly had his hands full with the men on the outside, which allowed Omar to work Steve Forget over while Sexton distracted Ron Fire. Meanwhile, the Grand Vizier became engaged in a very heated conversation with the "Wizard". Omar applied a full nelson on Forget, and the Prince hit the Jihad for the pinfall victory. The Arabian Knights didn't wrestle a fair match, Becky -- taking them on is like wrestling a lumberjack match. BL: If you can't take the heat, then stay out of the fire, Larry. Stunt Team USA are challenging for the tag team championship at Ring Wars II, and they're distracted by managers and wrestlers at ringside? They're going to be in the ring with two other teams next Saturday Night, and I don't think they stand much of a chance. LM: I'm sure that their manager, the "Wizard" Belgarath McEndeavour, will have some prudent advice for them as they make their final preparations for the biggest match of their careers to date. BL: I'll save him the bother... Stunt Team USA, the best advice anybody can offer you is just one word: retire! LM: Now, that's not very nice, Becky! Moving on: - HAKIRO MATSUOKO defeated THE PUNSTER with the Butsumetsu Drop, but only after the unbalanced Prisoner #109 had flown down the aisle to ringside and applied the Prisoner Execution mandible claw on the hapless Atlantan while Matsuoko's manager Brian Lau kept the official occupied. P109 took off through the crowd after perpetrating his foul deed, leaving the Punster at Matsuoko's mercy. It seems that the Punster is the target of a lot of interference here lately, Becky. BL: Let's face it, Larry, if he didn't dress like a piece of post-modern art, he wouldn't be so conspicuous, and maybe guys like Magus and Prisoner #109 wouldn't notice him. LM: The Punster's going to want some revenge, Becky, you can count on that. In other action: - In a non-title match, IIWF Cruiserweight Champion "SPOTLIGHT" BILLY SHAKESPEARE easily defeated EL SUPER GECKO in what was little more than a workout for the one who is "Born to Perform." Shakespeare hit Gecko with a series of high-impact moves, culminating in the spectacular Curtain Call backflip cross bodyblock for the pinfall. And no interference from Randy Acorn tonight, Becky! BL: There's a first time for everything, Larry. I guess Acorn must be preparing to send the sewer rat scurrying back into obscurity again. LM: Perhaps. We'll find out later on. - CHRIS QUIGLEY defeated PRISONER #109 with his Quickstriker scorpion deathlock. Things looked bad for Quigley at the start of the match when P109 came out of the crowd and attacked him from behind, but Quigley rallied, and blocked the Prisoner Execution each time P109 attempted it. He struck back by wearing down P109 and keeping him on the mat, before finishing things off with his lethal leg grapevine. BL: Quigley's lucky that Otto Verhoeven isn't in the arena tonight, Larry. LM: Indeed. I think that's the first match Quigley's fought recently which hasn't been marred by outside interference. Verhoeven's out of the country for a few days, but he'll be back in action on Saturday Night, and Quigley is also scheduled to be in the Delta Centre. - IIWF Intercontinental Champion TIGER CLAW defeated "NUCLEAR" JOHN BOMBER in a non-title match just before we came on air. Bomber came on very strong in the opening stages of the match, and when Don Antonio wandered down to ringside during the encounter, Tiger Claw seemed to be thrown off-balance, but the champion rallied and hit the Golden Tiger Strike for the win. After the match, he beckoned the Don to get into the ring and fight him then and there, but a security team came down to the ring and separated the two men. I wouldn't want to get inbetween Tiger Claw and Don Antonio right now, Becky. BL: The very thought of being anywhere near that pasta-munching moron makes me feel very ill indeed, Larry. At least Tiger Claw will rearrange his features with a baseball bat next week in the Hoosier Dome. LM: I'm not sure about that, Becky. Tiger Claw is really a man under fire at the moment. Next week, he's got to face Don Antonio at Ring Wars II, and if he comes out of the steel cage with his title -- and his bones -- intact, he has to face the Prince of Darkness in a steel cage match on the following Saturday. Added to which, the Subway Psycho's rivalry with Claw has been rekindled... Brian Lau sure knows how to get his men right at the centre of things. [The timekeeper's bell rings.] Okay, folks, it's time for tonight's opening live encounter! Let's go up to the ring. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Aces of the Deep vs. Pain Inc. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= BL: Here come the fish men... LM: That's right... The Aces of the Deep. They'll be going up against Pain Inc. BL: And they'll get killed. Pain Inc. are just ruthless. There's no way that Captain Highliner and his fish-stick partner can win. LM: You have such a way with words, Becky. BL: And you don't. RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this next tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 529 lbs, hailing from DepthCity, USA, here are Sam "Shark" Summers and Peter "Piranha" Pouls: the Aces of the Deep! [The Theme from "Jaws" booms through the speakers of the Silver Bowl. Shark and Piranha begin to walk down the aisle to a moderate pop. The slap hands and so on, and then enter the ring.] LM: These guys are destined for something big in the IIWF, Becky. BL: Yeah. A platter at Long John Silver's... RA: Their opponents, at a total combined weight of 585 lbs and hailing from Jakarta, Indonesia, Accompanied to the ring by Mr. Mic, here are Morningstar and Hellraiser: Pain Incorporated! [The lights drop, and a steady strobe flashes to the beat of "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie. Morningstar, Hellraiser, and Mr. Mic. make their way down to the ring as rocket fireworks cross over above where they walk. There is a solid heel pop for the team, but they seem not to care.] LM: I just don't understand how people can not care about whether the fans boo or cheer them. BL: That's because you're not an athlete. When you're a pro, you don't care about the people who want to catch a glimpse of you. When you wish you were a pro, you slap hands. LM: I don't know about that, Becky. In any case, Mr. Mic, as usual, has some words of wisdom for his opponents. Let's go to that pretaped footage: [Cut to a split screen: live action continues on the left; while on the right, the scene is poolside at Mr.Mic's winter plantation in Hawaii. Mr.Mic is seen having some water, sitting in a lounge chair. About ten feet behind him, suspended by their feet from a ten foot high bar, are Hellraiser and Morningstar... they are doing crunches.] MM: [looks at his watch] Keep it up, guys, only one more hour to go. [He turns and looks at the camera] Hello, peons of the IIWF. I have given you the pleasure of viewing my winter palace, a 15 acre resort in Hawaii.. [he looks at his watch again] It's 1:30 now, and Pain Inc. have been doing those crunches since 10 a.m... ha ha ha. This is one reason why my team cannot be beaten. You see, in order to beat Pain Inc. you must pound on them, which in turn should make them weak... since my boys can take more pain, and then some, THEY ARE UNBEATABLE!! Now let's get down to business. Aces of the Deep, Chickens of the Sea, Seafood Platter...whatever you wanna call 'em. I hear your agent suggested that you two become Sea World hosts, huh?? There's a man who can spot the limit of your potential. You say we cost you the match huh? Whatcha gonna do about it??? I'll tell ya -- ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY NOTHING!!!! You don't like it...we don't care. We take what we want, when we want it. As for the Arabian Knights, I see since you bozos couldn't get the job done by yourselves, you went and bought off "Painbringer" Billy Sexton... insignificant as far as I'm concerned. Aces of the Deep, you guys better pray, 'cause the minions of hell are coming down on ya. [Cut back to live action as Pain Inc. step into the ring.] LM: Oooh... I hope he didn't mean that about minions of hell. BL: You're such a wimp, Larry. [The two teams decide who is to start the match, and Hellraiser starts off against Shark. Shark moves around the ring with a spring in his step, while HR stands there waiting for the attack. Shark flies forward with a clothesline, but just seems to bounce off of the huge Hellraiser. HR laughs and motions for Shark to try again. Shark does, and gets pretty much the same result. Shark stomps in frustration when HR starts moving towards him. Shark dodges out of the way and dropkicks the big man, who staggers a bit. Shark bounces off the ropes and dropkicks HR again, who staggers a bit more. Shark once again comes off the ropes, and HR seems ready for another dropkick. He swats high, but Shark comes in low with a shoulder to the stomach. HR doubles over, and Shark hits a DDT. Big pop.] LM: DDT by the Shark! BL: But that little guy didn't have the weight advantage to really pull Hellraiser over and drive his head down. I'll bet it hurt, but not like it should have. [HR lies on the mat, and Shark runs over to tag in Piranha. The crowd pops as the larger Ace closes in on HR. Piranha drops a flying headbutt on the shoulder of HR, then drags him to his feet for a bodyslam. HR is driven into the mat, and Piranha drags him up again. This time Piranha goes for a piledriver, but HR blocks it. Piranha can't seem to get the big man up, and HR reverses into a back body drop. Piranha hits the mat hard. HR goes to the corner and tags in Morningstar. MS runs down the apron and leaps to the opposite corner, which is closer to where Piranha lies. He hits the top rope and launches off with a moonsault, which connects with authority. There is a mixed pop as Omar of the Arabian Knights makes his way down to ringside. MS drags Piranha to his feet and jabs a thumb into Piranha's throat. Piranha goes down and clutches his throat, and both members of Pain Inc. notice Omar. They begin to shout insults at him, but he just watches silently.] LM: What's he doing here? BL: Well, I guess the Prince must have left already, but Omar's stuck around, and he's keeping an eye on Pain Inc. Not a smart move on Omar's part, really... But thinking is not exactly what he's paid for, is it? Kind of like you, Larry. [MS tags in HR, who goes over and drags Piranha up to his feet. MS leaps to the top rope, and HR picks Piranha up into a powerbomb. Morningstar leaps off the rope to put the "spike" in "spike powerbomb." MS rolls out of the way as HR goes for the cover. Shark tries to make the save, but MS cuts him off. The ref counts... 1 - 2 - 3!!! Ding! Ding! Big heel pop! Pain Inc. both roll out of the ring to face Omar in the aisle. They both shout at him and stick their fingers in his face, but Omar just stares at them without blinking. HR takes a shot, but Omar doesn't show any reaction. Omar calmly swats HR to the side with a swing of the arm. MS sees his larger partner go down easily, and backs off a bit. Omar points at both of them, and makes a breaking motion with his hands, then walks back up the aisle, confidently turning his back on Pain Inc.] LM: Wow! Omar made short work of Pain Inc! BL: I'm impressed... Hellraiser went down like a sack of sh... LM: Potatoes, Becky... BL: No, sh... LM: Stuff! Please, Becky... BL: You're no fun any more. LM: Before we go back up to the ring for our next match, let's hear from Mr. Damage, who has closed Fisto Flash's open contract for this Saturday Night: [SCENE: Mr. Damage is on holiday relaxing in the sunshine in the Whitsundays on the Great Barrier Reef sipping a cold one. He speaks:] "Well, it seems to me that Mr. Fisto Flash has issued an open contract for this Saturday Night. I am sure that all the other idiots in this federation like Warnett, Quigley, Psycho, Cappicola, Punster are all lining up for a shot at Mr Flash. I would just like to say this... [Mr Damage sits up, takes off his Shades and looks directly into the camera] "...you can't afford not to fight me. I can take you on anytime, anywhere. But I want another shot at you on Saturday Night. That is all I ask of you. In return I can promise you a lot back. "Firstly, I promise that you are going to be hurt real bad. Secondly, I hereby swear that you are going to be carried out of the ring on a stretcher and straight into an ambulance, which of course I have organised for you, in which, finally, I do declare you will be admitted to the hospital. Sounds good, doesn't it? How much would you expect to pay for all this? "I'll tell you what, Flash... I'll give to you for free. "You might be out of the hospital in time for your clash with The Hangman at Ring Wars 2. Your match at Ring Wars could be your greatest career highlight, but the Senator and I can guarantee that you are entering the darkest period of your career. Just sign on the dotted line -- if you can write, that is. If not, an 'X' will do. [Mr Damage sits back in his Banana Lounge, puts his shades back on, and picks up his VB stubby. Cut back to the announcers' table.] LM: That's a determined Mr. Damage right there, Becky, although I can't help feeling that he's making a mistake signing a match with Fisto Flash right now. Fisto has really been on a reign of terror since the Hangman stole his original fist a few weeks ago. BL: Mr. Damage is a cagey wrestler, Larry. He's smaller than Fisto, sure, but he's faster, more agile, and probably a whole lot smarter. LM: I hope you're not casting aspersions on Mr. Flash's intelligence... BL: Oh, come on, Larry. The guy's not exactly a rocket scientist. Although I almost wish he was, because then he could rid us all of that awful manager of his, and his dreadful laugh. LM: For once, I agree. Okay, let's get back to the action! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Magus vs. Dan Kauffman -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: With just a week and a half to go until Ring Wars II, most competitors would be concerned about not getting hurt in the ring. It's odd that Dan Kauffman would take on the lunatic, Magus. BL: Yeah, Kauffman is pretty odd, isn't he? Makes you wonder why Magus would take on that lunatic. LM: [glares at Becky] Nevertheless... Dan Kauffman will captain one of the teams at Ring Wars II and he'd like to bounce back from last week's loss to Outlaw J.W. Hardin with a win here tonight. BL: But if he's too busy looking over his shoulder, Kauffman could easily lose to Magus here tonight. And speaking of losers, let's get up to Sparkplug Lee in the ring. [Spotlights swirl around the Silver Bowl as Sparkplug Lee winks his eyebrows at Lisa, the IIWF ring girl.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Hagerstown, Maryland, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the man they call "Flash," he is... Dannnnnnn Kauffman! [Big face pop as Kauffman strolls down the aisle to Celine Dion's "Call the Man." He slaps a few hands on his way down the aisle, but keeps his attention focused on the ring.] BL: Hey, I spent a long week in Hagerstown one night. Did you know that's where the Cosmic Catnip Company is located, Larry? LM: Uhhh... no. [Sparkplug raises the microphone again as "They're Coming to Take Me Away" begins to play.] RA: And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at 303 pounds, he is... Maaaaaaaagus! [Heel pop as Magus staggers down the aisle. He screams "AAAARRRGGHHHHH" at a group of fans near ringside, causing one small child to pass out, before jumping into the ring.] LM: That was uncalled for! Our fans should not feel at danger from IIWF wrestlers! What does "AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH" mean, anyway? BL: It means, "I have to work with Larry Morton and I want another job." [Magus begins pacing around the ring as the referee calls for the opening bell: Ding! Ding! Magus charges at Kauffman, who easily avoids the bigger man and puts him on the mat with a drop toe hold. Kauffman adds a boot to the head before Magus can get to his feet.] LM: That wasn't exactly sportsmanlike by Dan Kauffman, but he has apparently decided to fight this so-called "evil side" on its own terms. BL: Does that mean his interviews will get shorter? [Kauffman rocks Magus with three right handed punches, then bounces off the ropes and floors him with a forearm smash. Magus jumps to his feet, runs to the corner and begins pounding his head into the turnbuckle. As Kauffman confers with the referee, Magus turns and shoves Dan into the corner and begins biting him in the face. The referee is finally able to separate the two.] LM: This Magus is a few bananas shy of a bunch. BL: Yeah, but at least he isn't afraid of... CLOWNS! LM: AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH! [Magus hits a sloppy brainbuster and goes for the cover: 1 - kickout! He attempts to whip Kauffman into the ropes, but Dan reverses and hits a backdrop on Magus. There is a big heel pop as Outlaw J.W. Hardin and Cadaver walk slowly down to ringside, pointing at Kauffman and talking quietly among themselves.] LM: What are these two doing out here? President Spreadbury said Cadaver has no IIWF contract, so he has no place at ringside. BL: A lot of people feel the same way about you, Larry. [Kauffman glances over his shoulder and sees Hardin and Cadaver, then goes to work on Magus on the opposite side of the ring. He lands a top-rope superplex and a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Cover: 1 - 2- kickout! He whips Magus into the ropes and floors him with a high dropkick. Hardin catches Kauffman's attention and mocks him with applause. Kauffman again whips Magus into the ropes and hits a leg-scissors takedown.] LM: Dan Kauffman seems inspired by the presence of Hardin and Cadaver at ringside. He's giving them an advance showing of what's in store at Ring Wars II. [Kauffman again whips Magus into the ropes and catches him with the "Powerplant" spinebuster on the return. Magus does not move as Kauffman makes the cover: 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner by pinfall, Dan Kauffman! [Big pop as the referee raises Kauffman's arm in victory.] LM: What an impressive win for Dan Kauffman over Magus. He really... hey, what's this? [Casey James, The Sandman, Billy Sexton, and Robski all charge down the aisle and surround the ring. Kauffman attempts to leap over the ropes and make it past The Sandman, but he is tripped up and all four men are quickly upon him. Sandman whips Kauffman into the ring post and then holds Dan as Sexton and James each slap him. Robski adds insult to injury by spitting in Kauffman's face. Joe Latta pushes a casket to ringside where Hardin and Cadaver still stand.] LM: This is an abomination! Where are Dan Kauffman's forces? BL: Well, Man of Steel is probably still in the casino, and... LM: Wait, I've just been informed that a major brawl is underway in the locker room area. Apparently the High Plains Drifters, Tiger Claw, and the Atomic Destroyers are going at it with Kauffman's comrades in the back. [As James, The Sandman, Sexton, and Robski continue to beat on Kauffman, J.W. Hardin grabs the ring mic from Sparkplug Lee, who promptly wets his pants. Big heel pop as Sandman and Sexton hold Kauffman as Hardin grabs Dan's hair, pulls his head up, and yells in his face.] JWH: Kauffman, I tried to send you a message last week at Midweek Mayhem, but you came back anyway. Where is your buddy Deathbringer to save you now? Where are all your "sheriffs?" Where are your so-called friends? Ring Wars II is not even here and you might as well consider yourself... DEAD! [Cadaver moves in and scoops up Kauffman, dumping him in the open casket. Joe Latta slams the lid as Hardin hands the microphone to Cadaver.] CADAVER: [in a raspy voice] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust... there is noone... Dan Kauffman can trust... [All seven men make their way back up the aisle, leaving Kauffman entombed at ringside. IIWF officials quickly make their way in, pry open the casket and tend to Kauffman.] LM: I've never see anything like this in my life. Dan Kauffman was just buried alive! BL: And in just over a week we'll see him buried for real at Ring Wars II. For once I really do feel like telling everyone watching to call your cable operators now. You won't want to miss Kauffman and his clowns... oops, sorry Larry... getting buried by the good guys. LM: You mean the evil scum that has infiltrated the IIWF. That... was just disgusting. Dan Kauffman is being helped back to the locker room and it appears he will be okay. Let's hope he can even _make it_ to Ring Wars II. BL: Oooh, wouldn't it be a shame if he couldn't? Hee hee! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Enigma" Takezo Musashi vs. Prince of Darkness -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: One short week ago we thought the Prince of Darkness was out of the IIWF for good after he lost a "career" match against Tiger Claw. But we know now that, due largely to the intervention of Brian Lau, the Prince is still alive and well in the IIWF. BL: Yeah, Lau is such a charitable customer. He's already made it known that the Prince of Darkness owes him a big favor for that little deal. Let's see if the POD can rub out Takezo Musashi, who has been a thorn in the Syndicate's side. That should settle the score. LM: It won't be a pushover for the Prince of Darkness. The "Enigma" has shown that he can battle with the best of them in the IIWF. What he lacks in size, he makes up for in determination. BL: Your wife says the same thing about you, Larrykins. Now let's get up to the ring. [A spotlight falls on Sparkplug Lee in the ring.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from parts unknown, weighing in at 319 pounds and accompanied to the ring by Dr. Faustus, he is... the Prince of Darrrrrrrkness! [Heel pop as Dr. Faustus and the Prince of Darkness walk slowly to the ring to Aerosmith's "Boogie Man." They pass a young fan wearing a "My Folks Went to Midsummer Madness and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt" t-shirt.] LM: We have a lot of wrestlers in the IIWF from this Partsunnowne. Where is that anyway? BL: France. LM: Oh. [Sparkplug raises the microphone again as Oriental drums and chimes begin to reverberate throughout the Silver Bowl.] RA: And his opponent, hailing from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 211 pounds, he is the man known as The Enigma, he is... Takezo Muuuuuuuuusashi! BL: Hey, Sparkplug got his nickname right! [Mixed pop as a single spotlight follows Musashi down the aisle. A group of fans have their faces painted like the Enigma's, but he does not acknowledge them on his way to the ring. He vaults the top rope and kneels in his corner.] LM: There's no denying the high-flying abilities of Takezo Musashi. He always excites... whoa, we've got action already! [As Musashi kneels with his back to the ring, the Prince of Darkness charges and plants a knee in Musashi's back. The referee has no choice but to call for the opening bell: Ding! Ding! POD whips Musashi into the opposite corner and follows him in, but Musashi vaults into a handstand on the corner ropes and catches POD in a leg-scissors, turning in midair and whipping the POD halfway across the ring. POD is quickly back to his feet, but is met by a drop kick that sends him through the ropes. Big pop. Dr. Faustus is quickly over to check his man.] LM: I believe that was a message to the Prince of Darkness not to interfere with the Enigma's prayers again. Wow, he really... oh my gosh, look at this! [As POD and Dr. Faustus confer outside the ring, Musashi bounces off the ropes and vaults over the top ropes, hitting a Frankensteiner on POD outside the ring. As he goes down, Musashi is able to grab Dr. Faustus by the lapel and whip him into the ring guard. Huge pop.] LM: Every week we see Takezo Musashi come up with a new move -- each more impressive than the last. That was simply awesome! BL: He just attacked a defenseless manager and you're condoning it? Dr. Faustus isn't exactly "Big Bucks" Don McQueen. For starters, Dr. Faustus dresses a lot better than McQueen. [Musashi attempts to roll his larger opponent into the ring, but POD resists and hits the Enigma with a closed fist. He rams Musashi's head into the ring steps then throws the smaller man back into the ring. POD climbs to the top rope and lands an elbow drop, then lands a devastating power bomb. Cover: 1 - 2 - kickout!] BL: It looks like your little guy just made my big guy mad, Larry. LM: But the Prince of Darkness didn't get the pin there. Takezo Musashi is one tough cookie. BL: Kinda like those served at the IIWF Cafeteria? [POD hits a superplex and then lifts Musashi high for a chokeslam. Another cover: 1 - 2 - kickout! He whips Musashi into the ropes, but the Oriental wrestler leaps to the second rope and bounces off to hit a cross-body block into a roll-up on the POD: 1 - 2 - kickout! As both men get to their feet, Musashi grazes POD with a spinning heel kick, then follows up with a belly-to-belly suplex and covers: 1 - kickout!] LM: These two are really going after each other! BL: Oh, by the way, happy birthday Larry. LM: Why, I thought you had forgotten about... BL: You old fart! [A big heel pop accompanies the forms of Hakiro Matsuoko and Tiger Claw walking slowly down to the ring. Musashi does not see them as he whips POD into the ropes and hits another Frankensteiner. He finally notices the two members of the Syndicate as they approach ringside and he backs up in the ring. Matsuoko yells something at Musashi, who looks at the top of the aisle and then approaches the ropes and yells back at both Matsuoko and Tiger Claw, who keep their attention on the ring and do not notice the White Phoenix fly down the aisle behind them. The Phoenix dropkicks both Matusoko and Claw from behind, knocking Claw into the ring post and Matsuoko into the ring steps.] LM: It's the White Phoenix to the rescue for Takezo Musashi! BL: And he hit Claw and Matsuoko from behind. What a cheap-shot artist. [Musashi quickly whips POD into the corner and hits a handspring into a elbow smash. As POD hits the canvas, the Enigma leaps to the top turnbuckle in one motion and launches himself into a triple somersault into a moonsault as the crowd pops big time for the Starsault Press. Musashi nails POD and rolls him up: 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Takezo Musashi! [Outside the ring, the White Phoenix pounds on Tiger Claw until Matsuoko recovers and delivers a kick to the Phoenix's head. Musashi slides from the ring and attacks Matsuoko as IIWF security swarms to ringside to separate the men. Matsuoko and Tiger Claw yell at the White Phoenix and Takezo Musashi as they are pushed back up the aisle.] LM: The Syndicate seemed intent on ending this feud tonight on their own terms, but The White Phoenix -- Shinja Chow -- would have none of that! BL: I'm willing to bet Brian Lau's boys won't leave it at this, though. Lau is used to getting his way and the Phoenix and the Enigma are beginning to get under his skin. LM: We'll see what the future holds, but we've got more action waiting up in the ring. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- IIWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Armed Forces vs. Don Antonio & Vinny Cappicola ---------------------------------------------- [Sparkplug Lee picks the dirt out from under his fingernails as the spotlight falls on him once more.] RA: *Ahem* Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IIWF World Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers: coming down the aisle, accompanied by Salvatore Fiorello, hailing from Sicily, Italy, here are Don Antonio and Vinny Cappicola! [Big pop as the theme from "The Godfather" starts up over the PA, and Salvatore Fiorello leads his men down to the ring. The Don motions to the fans that he's going for two belts, and pats Vinny on the back. The two men seem confident as they make their way down the aisle.] LM: The Armed Forces were quick to dismiss the challenge of the Family in their latest interview, and I think it could be a fatal mistake. They're overconfident, and if you take the Family lightly... well, you'll end up sleeping with the fishes. BL: I told you not to mention the Aces of the Deep again, Larry! RA: And introducing the champions: coming down the aisle, accompanied by Aaron the Caddie, hailing from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at a combined weight of 643lbs, here are NavCom and DefCon: the Armed Forces! [Big heel pop for the IIWF World Tag Team Champions as they make their way down the aisle to the ring. They pass several homemade signs, one of which reads "Armed Farces More Like!", and shout abuse at the equally hostile crowd.] LM: At Ring Wars II, assuming that the Forces hang on to their belts in this match, Aaron's boys face their toughest challenge to date. BL: And what would that be? Limiting their sentences to ten words each? I think those guys must each talk even more than Dan Kauffman. [The Don and DefCon elect to start things off. Antonio charges his opponent, but is floored by a big clothesline. DefCon attempts an elbow drop, but the Don rolls out of the way. The Don is quickly to his feet, and he stomps away at DefCon, who rolls out of the ring to collect his thoughts. The Don goes over to the ropes, but is dragged out of the ring under the bottom rope, hitting his head hard on the canvas as he goes. DefCon leathers him with a series of uppercuts, until Vinny Cappicola jumps down from the apron and goes after DefCon. The referee leaves the ring to clear Cappicola away, and this gives the Forces a chance to doubleteam the Don. They roll him back into the ring and attack with a double vertical suplex, and DefCon leaves the squared circle. NavCom goes for the cover as the referee reenters the ring - 1 - 2 - kickout!] BL: Good tag team continuity from the Armed Forces there, Larry. LM: You mean "blatant double-teaming from the Armed Forces", Becky. [NavCom drags the Don to his feet and applies an abdominal stretch. He uses the ropes for extra leverage, causing the Don to scream out in pain, but every time Cappicola forces the referee to look in that direction, NavCom lets go and denies everything. Eventually, Cappicola loses his patience, and storms into the ring. Again, the referee forces him out, and NavCom whips the Don into the Forces' corner, where the two of them work him over with kicks and punches, even choking him with the tag rope. The Don staggers into the ring and slumps to the mat as NavCom tags out to DefCon.] LM: The Forces may not be playing fair, but their tactics are certainly effective. The Don really needs to get out of the ring, and soon. [DefCon drags the Don to his feet, and applies his AK47 powerbomb right in the Forces' corner. He goes for the cover - 1 - Vinny storms the ring and manages to make the save before once again being forced out by the referee. DefCon drags the Don to his feet, and tags in NavCom. The two of them whip him into the ropes, and the Don ducks under a doubleclothesline. Huge pop as he hits with a double clothesline of his own! Vinny immediately starts stamping on the apron, encouraging his partner to make the tag.] LM: If the Don's going to get out of the ring, now's the time... but has too much been taken out of him already? [DefCon rolls out of the ring as both the Don and NavCom start to stir. The Don crawls over to his corner, and just as NavCom grabs his ankle, he tags in Vinny. Huge pop! Vinny hits the ring like a house on fire, decimating NavCom with clothesline after clothesline. DefCon storms the ring, but is met by a boot to the face, and he is clotheslined out of the ring over the top rope! Vinny showboats to the crowd in the centre of the ring, and they pop in approval. He whips NavCom into the ropes once more, and hits a flying clothesline. He goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - kickout! Suddenly, there is a commotion in the aisle as the High Plains Drifters make their way down to the ring.] BL: Here comes trouble... LM: Yeah, in new carry-home family size. BL: What?! LM: Nothing, Becky. [Cappicola tags in the Don, who continues to work on NavCom. He spins the big Naval officer around, and applies the Sicilian Death Grip.] LM: Look! The Don has the Death Grip on NavCom! We've got new IIWF World Tag Team Champions! And the Drifters are attacking DefCon on the outside! [The referee signals for the bell. The Don releases the hold and raises his arms in victory to a huge crowd pop! Vinny jumps back into the ring and embraces his partner, but the referee turns to the Family, and pulls their arms back down, signalling that they haven't won. Don and Vinny look confused.] LM: Well, I thought NavCom submitted, but apparently the Family haven't won here. Let's get the official decision... RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match as the result of a disqualification... and _STILL_ IIWF World Tag Team Champions, the Armed Forces! [Big heel pop! The Drifters continue to beat on DefCon at ringside as security personnel flood the aisle. The Don and Vinny begin arguing with the referee.] LM: It looks like the official disqualified Don and Vinny when the High Plains Drifters attacked DefCon, but I felt sure that NavCom would have submitted to the Death Grip sooner rather than later. The Family were robbed of the IIWF Tag Team titles here tonight, Becky. BL: How ironic, since they probably stole everything they own right now. LM: That's not nice. Well, the security team have finally restored some order out here, and Aaron the Caddie is helping his team back up the aisle. You can't help but feel sorry for the Family, though. BL: Those two are probably the sorriest couple of Italian idiots I've ever seen in my life. They deserve our pity, not our sympathy. [Sal enters the ring and consoles his men before leading them back up the aisle to a big pop.] LM: Well, the Forces hang on to the titles by the skins of their teeth here tonight, but they won't be so lucky next week at Ring Wars II. Anyway, let's move on. The Subway Psycho is in action up next! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Subway Psycho vs. "Badboy" Randy Acorn -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: Many fans thought they had seen the end of the Subway Psycho last month when Outlaw J.W. Hardin spearheaded an attack on the true "People's Champion," then presented that trophy to Tiger Claw. But the Psycho returned Saturday night, much to the delight of the fans, in the guise of Louie the Ninja. BL: Yeah, so what do we call him now... Louie the Psycho? LM: I don't think that... BL: Subway the Ninja? LM: Just call him the _real_ People's Champion, and call him up to the ring for this next exciting match here on Midweek Mayhem! [Spotlights swirl until they become one large light in the middle of the ring, missing Sparkplug Lee by several feet. Sparkplug steps into the light.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing 227 pounds, he is the man of a thousand faces, he is... "Baaaaaadboy" Randy Acorn! [Heel pop as Acorn enters the Silver Bowl to "If I Ruled the World." One fans holds up a sign that reads "Sparkplug Loves Randy" and another reads "I'm a Baaaaaad Boy!" Acorn ignores the fans entirely as he walks to the ring.] LM: Wow, I almost didn't recognize Randy Acorn without a dress on. BL: Sparkplug loves Randy! Hehehehehe... snort. ["Crazy Train" begins to play and the pop is so huge that Sparkplug's voice can barely be heard above the din.] RA: And his opponent, coming to the ring with the lovely Mistress Sasha, hailing from the New York City Subways, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the People's Champion, he is... the Subbbbbbwayyyyy Psycho! [The huge pop continues as a single spotlight falls on the Psycho. He stands in the light and beckons to Sasha to follow him out, and she too steps into the spotlight, her glittery gown dazzling the fans. The Psycho hi-fives the fans on his way to the ring and gives a "thumbs-up" to a homemade "Justice Rides on the Psycho's Rails" poster. As he approaches the ring, he picks up speed and charges into the ring. Acorn bails out as the Psycho jumps to the second turnbuckle and basks in the glow of the crowd's adoration. Eventually, Acorn climbs back into the ring and removes his baggy pants.] LM: I never noticed that Acorn has lettering across his butt. BL: Yeah, it says... B-A-D... LM: What else? BL: Hang on, I'm waiting for him to turn the other cheek. Oh, it's "BADBOY." Of course! How you be so stupid Larry? [The referee calls for the opening bell: Ding! Ding! The two men circle each other and finally lock up with Acorn gaining the early advantage helped by a rake of the eyes. He rains several forearm blows to the back of the Psycho's head, then snaps the Psycho's head back with a knee lift.] BL: You know something Larry? I think Louie the Ninja was a better wrestler. Hehehehe... snort. [Acorn whips the Psycho into the ropes, but is met by a flying shoulder block from the Psycho. Psycho whips Randy into the corner and jumps to the second turnbuckle. The crowd counts along as he punches Acorn seven, eight, nine, ten times. The Psycho jumps down and Acorn falls flat on the mat. Cover: 1 - 2 - Acorn gets a foot on the ropes.] LM: The Psycho is battling back now. He's quickly shaken off any ring rust that may have grown during his absence. BL: Ring rust? What the hell is ring rust? [The Psycho whips Acorn into the ropes, but Randy ducks under a clothesline attempt and hits a cross-body block on the return. He rolls up the Psycho: 1 - 2 - kickout. Randy pulls the Psycho to his feet and hits a spinning neckbreacker then goes to the top rope. He attempts a legdrop, but the Psycho rolls out of the way and Randy hits the mat hard.] LM: Ooh, that's gotta hurt! BL: Yeah, he landed right on his "Badboy." [The Psycho lifts Acorn and hits a sloppy bulldog, but it is enough to stun Randy. The Psycho quickly jumps to the top rope and launches himself for the De-Railer, hitting the leg drop across Acorn's throat. Big heel pop as Tiger Claw rushes down the aisle carrying the "People's Champion" trophy he took from the Psycho. The referee makes the count: 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding! Tiger Claw swings the trophy down, but the Psycho rolls out of the way and Claw nails Randy Acorn with the award.] LM: Tiger Claw attempted to hit the Subway Psycho with the Psycho's own award, but he whacked Randy Acorn instead. BL: Hah! You'd think it's Sparkplug who would want to whack Randy Acorn. Hehehehe... snort. [Tiger Claw is stunned by what has happened, then looks up to see the Psycho clothesline him from the ring. The Psycho picks up the "People's Champion" award and raises it high above his head to a huge pop. Tiger Claw threatens to enter the ring once more, then motions threateningly toward the Psycho and backs up the aisle. The Psycho jumps to each corner, holding the trophy high as the fans roar their approval.] LM: There's no doubting that the Subway Psycho is back... and there's no doubting that he is still number one in the hearts of these fans! BL: It just goes to show you, Larry, even in Las Vegas there is no accounting for taste! [The Psycho holds open the ropes for Sasha to join in the celebrations. She steps into the ring, and the lights in the arena drop again, the two figures in the ring cast in sharp relief by a brilliant white spotlight. Cameras flash throughout the packed arena, and the pop is almost deafening.] LM: While the Psycho celebrates his return to the IIWF, let's go over to the office of the IIWF President, Daniel Spreadbury, who has some announcements about forthcoming IIWF events. [Cut to split screen: Larry and Becky at the announcers' table on the left; and President Dan seated at his desk on the right.] DS: Good evening Becky and Larry! BL: Humph. LM: Welcome to the show, Mr. President! DS: It's good to be here once again, Larry. I'm here tonight to announce the signings of the final matches for Ring Wars II, which is only just over a week away! As you know, Pain Inc. have demanded a Texas Bullrope Steel Cage match against the Zodiac Connection, and the manager of the Zodiac Connection, Dr. Insane, has agreed to the terms of this dangerous match, so it will be on the card next Saturday night! In case anybody's in any doubt about the rules: each member of each team will be joined at the wrist via a ten foot bullrope to one of the opposing team, and the match can only end when one man throws the opponent to whom he is joined against all four turnbuckles in succession, without being struck by either of the opposing team. LM: That's another great addition to the card for Ring Wars II. Any more matches to come? DS: Next Saturday Night will see the very first IIWF Free For All, which will originate live from the Hoosier Dome directly before the pay-per-view event itself. Two matches have been signed for this special event, and they are as follows: firstly, the Punster will team up with the Archangel to face Magus and Prisoner #109; and secondly, the Aces of the Deep will challenge the Arabian Knights. On top of that, the Free For All will feature last-minute interviews, recaps and buildup to Ring Wars II itself. In all, it promises to be the most spectacular night of IIWF action to date! LM: There you have it, folks! The complete lineup for Ring Wars II. Now, how about that Battle Lines Battle Royal scheduled for next Wednesday night? DS: How about it, indeed! Fourteen of the IIWF's top superstars will battle it out for a shot at the IIWF Champion, whomever that should be, the week after Ring Wars II, and that tremendous match will take place in the McNichols Arena, Denver, Colorado next Wednesday night! It gives me great pleasure to announce the fourteen names who will be in that match, and they are as follows: The White Phoenix Shinja Chow; "Painbringer" Billy Sexton; "Angel of the Sun" Hakiro Matsuoko; "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley; "Badboy" Randy Acorn; the Subway Psycho; Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven; "Enigma" Takezo Musashi; "Showstopper" Simon Lebec; Don Antonio; Casey "Blackheart" James; the Man Of Steel; the Sandman; and Dan Kauffman. LM: That's a phenomenal lineup, President Dan, but speaking of Dan Kauffman, what's your response to the attack we saw earlier tonight in which Kauffman was sealed in a casket by the Outlaw J.W. Hardin and Cadaver? DS: This situation worries me greatly, Larry. Week after week, IIWF events are thrown into disarray by Hardin and his allies, and the arrival of Cadaver seems to have exacerbated the situation. It seems that the security measures I have already taken in an effort to keep unwanted elements like Cadaver out of arenas where IIWF events are taking place are failing, and I am taking advice about what should be done about this situation. May I reiterate that I have fined Hardin very heavily for his previous assaults, and tonight's little display will be no exception. However, fines alone seem not to be sufficient deterrent, and I am considering taking more severe action. LM: What kind of action? DS: I don't wish to discuss that now. However, I will just say once more that ridding the IIWF of Cadaver is a matter of the utmost importance to me, and you can expect further announcements from the front office and myself with regard to this malodorous individual. That's all for now. LM: Thanks for joining us tonight, President Dan. DS: That's my pleasure, Larry. Goodnight, Becky. BL: Humph. [Cut back to a normal shot of the announcers' table.] LM: Why are you so rude to the IIWF President, Becky? It wouldn't have anything to do with you being refused a pay rise, would it? BL: Humph. LM: Well, there's certainly all manner of action coming at you in the next ten days, folks! Also on next week's Midweek Mayhem, we'll see the Armed Forces take on the Atomic Destroyers in non-title action, and Deathbringer battle Robski. Plus Billy Shakespeare will team up with the Punster to try and flood the Aces of the Deep. More matches to be announced -- don't forget to tune into the IIWF Control Centre update this Friday to find out more! BL: Enough already on the plugs. Let's have some more action! LM: You got it, Becky. It's now time for tonight's main event! Let's get back up to the ring. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Archangel & Marty Warnett vs. The Sandman & Joe Latta =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: Here's a display of the alliance between some of the forces in the IIWF. The Dark Knights and the Syndicate teaming together... BL: Yeah... I thought there was going to be an all out war between those two, but the Outlaw seemed to stop it in the nick of time. Of course, the Prince Of Darkness doesn't seem to realize it... After Brian Lau saves his career, PoD keeps trash talking the Syndicate. Talk about gratitude. LM: Well, Becky, it's just a testament to his intensity! BL: Where did you get that one, a fortune cookie? LM: Ummm... Hey! Let's get down to the ring! RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this special tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Brian Lau and Carla Daugherty, The Sandman and "The Master" Joe Latta! [The lights dim, and a corridor of light picks out the path of the figures at the head of the aisle. Brian Lau leads the way, followed by Joe Latta arm in arm with Carla, with the Sandman close behind. Joe takes off his sunglasses and goes to offer them to a kid in the crowd, but pulls them away at the lasy minute to put them on Carla's face. The crowd boos. Carla smiles.] LM: Let me tell you, I wouldn't mind seeing these guys lose tonight. BL: Get real, Larry, these guys have too much skill. It's just too bad that the good ones are already taken... Do you think there's anything in the relationship of Joe and Carla that I could work on? LM: Don'y you ever think of anything else? BL: But my Braddie is gone... RA: Introducing their opponents. Accompanied to the ring by the Deacon, here are the new and improved Archangel, and Marty Warnett! [Lights in the shape of crosses appear at either side of the doorway to the locker room area, and the three men emerge. They begin to walk the aisle, and the fans are solidly behind them. Marty takes the time to acknowledge his fan base, and the Deacon wags his finger at him for paying too much attention to the young girls. Marty bows his head and begins to follow, sneaking in a peck on the cheek for one lucky female fan.] BL: What a pervert... LM: No, it's not like that at all... It's like... BL: Like you and your cousin? LM: What about me and my cousin? BL: I'm not sure I can say on television, Larry... [The bell rings, and the Sandman faces off against Warnett in the ring. The Sandman lunges in, and the two lock up. The Sandman uses his size to get the upper hand, and twists Warnett's arm in a wristlock. Sandman pounds on the elbow a few times, and Warnett shouts in pain. Warnett checks the hold with his other hand, looking for an opening, but instead flips over, releasing the pressure on his arm. He then floors Sandman with a clothesline. Big pop. Warnett shakes off his arm a bit, and then drags Sandman to his feet. Warnett goes for a belly to belly suplex, But Sandman shifts his weight and lands on top of Warnett. Sandman goes for the cover... 1 - 2 - Kickout by Warnett. Warnett is a bit dazed from having Sandman fall on him, so Sandman capitalizes by throwing him into the corner. Warnett hits the turnbuckles hard, and Sandman follows in with an elbow. Big heel pop as Marty slumps down in the corner. Sandman makes the tag to Latta.] BL: Here he comes... Latta's been on a tear of late, losing only to those that bore him with useless chatter. LM: Come on... Quigley and Kauffman are two of the best in the IIWF... BL: Best at what? Not wrestling, that's for sure. [Latta comes into the ring and drags Warnett to his feet. He throws the youngster into the corner where Archangel stands and calls him in. Archangel looks to the crowd, who pop loudly, and makes the tag. Archangel comes into the ring, and he and Latta engage in a stare down. Latta obviously gives up some weight and height to Archangel, but doesn't back down. Latta says something not picked up by the ring microphones, and slaps Archangel across the face. Archangel retaliates by grabbing Latta's throat and chokeslamming him into the mat. Archangel goes for the cover... 1 - Kickout by Latta. Latta holds his throat as he gets up, and Archangel lumbers towards him. Archangel executes a big body slam on Latta, and Latta is shaken. Latta slowly gets up, and sees Archangel coming towards him. Latta quickly scoots out of the way, forcing Archangel to follow him. Latta runs about the ring, getting the big man to change his path every so often. Latta slides between Archangel's legs and quickly gets to his feet, the Archangel turs around, and Latta scoops him up in a fireman's carry. He then drives Archangel down with a Samoan drop. Latta jumps to his feet and showboats to the crowd. Latta drags the Archangel to his feet and executes his patented tilt-a-whirl powerbomb. Big heel pop.] LM: Amazing! Latta is displaying quite a bit of power here! BL: There's a lot of muscle in that guy... To be able to lift a 400 pounder? Well, it's just... just... dreamy... [Latta again yells to the crowd, then goes back to drop a knee on Archangel's head. There is a big heel pop as J.W. Hardin makes his way to the ring carrying a bullrope with him. He stands at ringside near Joe, yelling words of encouragement to him. Joe drags Archangel near the ropes and tags in the Sandman. Sandman comes in, and Joe lifts him over his head in a press slam and then throws him onto Archangel. Sandman goes for the cover... 1 - 2 - Warnett runs in and makes the save. The ref tries to get Marty back out of the ring, and the Outlaw wraps his bullrope around the throat of the downed Archangel. The Deacon is getting rather angry at the turn of events, and goes to stop Hardin. Brian Lau meets him on the way and starts saying "You want a piece of me?" to him. The Deacon goes to punch Lau, but Lau dodges, grabs the fist moves his hand under the arm and behind the neck, and forces the Deacon face-first into the floor. The Deacon doesn't move for some time, and Lau walks over to Hardin and shakes his hand. In the ring, The Sandman drags Archangel up and locks on a sleeper hold after pointing to his tattoo. Big heel pop as the big man goes down to one knee. Warnett tries to get into the ring to break the hold, but is stopped by the ref. Latta takes the opportunity to grab Archangel's legs and lift them up to apply more pressure on the neck.] LM: Come on, ref! Go after the real rulebreakers! BL: Well, if Warnett was smart, he's stop giving the other team chances for doubleteaming! This is smart, though... Without being able to stand, the sleeper's pressure has got to be tremendous! [The ref turns to see the double team, and calls for the break. The Sandman breaks the hold and both he and Joe argue with the ref. Meanwhile, on the outside, Hardin gives Archangel a few shots while the ref's back is turned. Finally, Joe leaves the ring and the Sandman drags Archangel to his feet. He throws Archangel into the ropes and launches into a flying clothesline, but Archangel ducks, causing Sandman to miss. Archangel staggers over to the corner and tags in Warnett. Marty jumps over the top rope and goes to town on the Sandman with punches, kicks, and finishes off with a Russian leg sweep. Sandman goes down, and Warnett drops a few elbows on him. Another big heel pop as Lebec comes down to the ringside area. Marty is just about to lock on an STF when he notices Lebec. He stands at the ropes yelling at Lebec, and the Showstopper has no problem yelling back. Lebec goes into his jacket to pull out a couple of locks of hair and throws them at Warnett. This throws Warnett into a rage and he leaps over the top rope, tapping Archangel on the shoulder on the way out, and lands on Lebec on the outside. Meanwhile, Sandman has dragged himself near his own corner. The ref calls for the worn-out Archangel to enter the ring, and he does. He goes to grab The Sandman, but Joe is tagged in. Joe enters the ring while Warnett issues some stiff shots to Lebec's head. Joe runs off of the ropes and floors Archangel with a flying shoulder block. The ref moves over to stop the scuffle on the outside, and Outlaw and Brian Lau take turns taking shots at Archangel. Joe watches and taunts the big man, then pulls him up and executes the Shotgun Suplex. Joe goes for the cover, the ref turns and makes the count... 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Big heel pop!] LM: Yet another miscarriage of justice here tonight... BL: Come on, Archangel was asking for it. And look... Warnett's beating on Lebec! [Joe and The Sandman stand victorious in the ring as Warnett continues to mount an offense on Lebec. Lebec is thrown into crowd barriers, ring posts, slammed onto the concrete. Sandman and Latta leave the ring and join Brian, Carla, and Hardin on to outside and begin to make their way up the aisle. They pass the Deacon who is still trying to pick himself off the floor, and Brian gives him a few kicks as they go by. They sidestep the battle between Warnett and Lebec, and Hardin laughs and shakes his head. The group makes their way up the aisle to a huge heel pop, and with that they are gone. At ringside, Lebec breaks away from Warnett's onslaught and runs up the aisle in retreat. Warnett persues him all the way into the locker room area.] LM: Well, there was quite a bit of bad blood there. Warnett and Lebec, Latta and the Archangel... BL: We'll see the feud between Warnett and Lebec come to a head when Lebec shaves that annoying kid's head, and I guarantee that we'll continue to see Joe beat up the Archangel in weeks to come. LM: I don't think Joe would have been able to beat him on his own. BL: Larry, trust me, I know about advantages. Archangel may be big. He may be strong, but he's not all that bright, if you know what I mean. LM: How could you say that? BL: He's going after the Syndicate. Most men fear the Syndicate like you fear clowns, Larry... LM: [shudders] Let's not talk about clowns, okay? [Cut to the announcers' table.] LM: We're right out of time, folks, but it's been another eventful night here in the IIWF Coliseum. Don't forget to tune in this Saturday Night for another tremendous evening of live IIWF action, and of course, Becky and myself will be back next Wednesday with the Battle Lines Battle Royal special. Until then, this is Larry Morton, for Becky LaRue, thanking you for joining us this week. We leave you with some pretaped comments from the sinister Cadaver. Goodnight, everybody! [SCENE: A lonely moor, a familiar haunt for the Cadaver. The failing light of the dusk casts long shadows across the bleak landscape, throwing images of twisted monstrosity across the scene. A lone, lifeless tree stands in silhouette on a rise, some way off in the distance, its leafless branches reaching wretchedly towards the ground, where the glow of a dying campfire throws animated flecks of light across the two figures nearby. One, his hat pulled low over his face, leans against the trunk of the tree and silently smokes a cigarette. The other stands before the campfire, his long, lank black hair obscuring the hideous visage of his expressionless, masked face. The low, empty whistle of the wind is broken by the low, gravelly, halting, and menacing voice of the standing figure:] "As the night draws in, the mortal souls of the weak and the afraid plunge reluctantly into the torment of a troubled and restless sleep. They cower in the uncertainty of their own mortality, reaching terrified with their grasping fingers towards the first signs of daylight, the light that offers them solace from the plodding march of darkness that pursues every living soul. And yet the warmth of day brings with it the long, dark shadows that wax and wane, but never disappear, a reminder of the terror that awaits, a reminder that just as day follows night, so too does night follow day. "And with the night come the nightmares: images of torment and images of suffering blind those with the eyes to see them; the unheard screams of the great unnumbered who have succumbed to the darkness since time began deafen those with the ears to hear them. As you sleep, Deathbringer, you see those faces and you hear those voices. They eat away at you. They gnaw at the dark void that lies within you. You are driven onwards, onwards into the light, and yet you know not why. "You stand bewildered in the darkness; you cannot open your eyes to the infinity of the realm of night, the realm of the dead. You are a thing of darkness, standing in the light... a creature of paradox. Like the weak and the afraid, you share the desire to see the light as well as the dark; to see the black and the white. You close your eyes to the endless vistas, painted in limitless shades of grey. You understand little of the realm from which you have travelled so far. "And that is why the one who heralds the apocalypse returns to haunt you, Deathbringer, just as the night follows the day. Your dark light must be extinguished; the torch must be passed on. That which has come from nothing must return to nothing. The darkness presses onwards, relentlessly ever onwards, and nothing can withstand its silent onslaught. The Cadaver is here, Deathbringer. The night draws in." [Cadaver, with a single movement, stamps out the last dying embers of the fire, suddenly throwing the scene into the sharp relief of silhouette.] "Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust..." 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