[Fade up on a shot split four ways between slow-motion footage of Marty Warnett, Harlequin Tragedy, Lord Byron and "Superstar" Stud Stetson celebrating respective victories.] VO: Four very different athletes united by one dispute. Marty Warnett -- the Party Maniac may be a fun-lover outside the ring, but between the ropes, he's all business, a no-nonsense grappler. Harlequin Tragedy -- the ambivalent and enigmatic high-flyer. Lord Byron -- the scientific master and wily veteran. "Superstar" Stud Stetson -- the arrogant newcomer with a taste for inflicting pain. Four very different athletes -- one match. Warnett and Tragedy team up to face Byron and Stetson tonight, live from the IIWF Coliseum. But will Byron and Stetson work together as a team? [Cut to pretaped footage of the locker room after a house show. Lord Byron and "Superstar" Stud Stetson are involved in some kind of argument. Lace and Lady DeWinter look anxiously on.] SS: What the hell is with all this bull[bleep]?! The IIWF is trying to hold me down by making me go into tag teaming. [Shoves Byron] I hate tag teaming! I don't want to risk my reputation by teaming up with worthless dead weight. [Byron takes great offense at Stetson's comments.] LB: Listen, you worthless, conceited pleb... I'm not exactly thrilled about teaming with you either. I despise you almost as much as I despise that Welsh runt, Walnut. You're nothing more than a glorified peasant. [Stiffly pushes Stetson.] SS: Who are you calling "peasant"?! I could whip your ass with my arms tied behind my back. [Stetson shoves Byron into the wall. Byron fires back with a slap. Stetson winds up to punch him, but Lace grabs his fist, while DeWinter runs to restrain Byron.] LA: Come on, guys, we have to put aside our differences if we're going to teach those punks a lesson. DE: Your Lordship, save your anger for Walnut and Tragedy. LB: Well... SS: No [BLEEP]ing WAY! 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Nearly twenty thousand fans line the arena, most bedecked in official IIWF merchandise, and bearing hand-made signs. The shot pans down past row upon row of excited faces, coming to rest on the broadcast table, at which stand Larry Morton and Becky LaRue.] LM: Welcome everybody to the IIWF Coliseum! Welcome everybody to another live and loud edition of Midweek Mayhem! I'm Larry Morton, and beside me, as always, is the gorgeous Becky LaRue. BL: Flattery will get you nowhere, you little worm. LM: That's not what the Vice-President told me... oof! BL: [innocently] Oh, sorry, was that your stomach? I do beg your pardon. LM: [winded] That's quite alright, Becky. Folks, this is probably the last ever live edition of Midweek Mayhem that you'll be seeing. Rumours that rising overheads, due to the pay demands of certain flame-haired broadcasters, are the reason for scrapping one of the week's two live shows remain unfounded. BL: What are you implying, Larry? LM: Nothing. Nothing at all, Becky. Just don't hit me! From next week, folks, the IIWF will be presenting a new magazine show, Wednesday War Room... BL: You're kidding me?! LM: It's not a bad name, Becky. The new show will bring you all the results from the weekly Wednesday night house show in a fast-paced, direct, and exciting format! BL: Or so it says on Larry's cue-card, anyhow. LM: Shut up, Becky. I... don't... [aside] Hey, hold that card up a bit higher, will you? [to the camera] I don't use cue-cards, Becky. You know that. BL: Cute. LM: Before we get to tonight's line-up, I'm sad to say that news of a fatality sustained in a tragic plane crash in Germany reached us just before we came on air tonight. It appears that the Senator, manager of the Hangman and the Atomic Destroyers, currently on a world tour, is among the dead. Let's go to news coverage of the crash, courtesy of CNN: [Cut to the news set of CNN. The footage is captioned: "Courtesy of CNN". A producer hands some papers to an anchor person. Footage rolls, filmed by helicopter, of a fire burning out of control; emergency crews are scurrying about. An airport is seen in the background.] ANCHOR: This just in: a plane has crashed just outside Hamburg, Germany. It appears that it is in the woods to north of the Airport. We have few details as of yet, but early indications are that there are no survivors. I am being told at this time that it was a private jet on final approach and the plane just went down in ball of fire. [The footage continues to show fire and rescue crews working to control the blaze.] We now take you live to Jonathan Franks, who is at the scene. John, can you hear me? [Cut to Franks standing around half a mile away from the blaze.] JF: Yes, I can. The noise and confusion here is unbelievable. It seems that the plane was privately chartered by representatives from wrestling organisation, the IIWF. We have been informed by the airport authorities that the plane was chartered in the name of "the Senate", which would suggest that the wrestling personalities known as the Senator, the Hangman and the Atomic Destroyers may have been on board. However, we have yet to receive confirmation of the passengers. I hope to have that information soon. As you can see, the fire is very hot, and the fire crews are doing their best to get it controlled. My guess is that there are no survivors. [A man in a uniform hands a piece of paper to John.] Well, I guess it is conformed: besides the crew, only the Senator was on the plane. This note says that The Hangman and his partners were at a match in France and that the Senator was on his way here to Hamburg to make final arrangements for his men to wrestle here tommorow night. More news as we get it -- for now, this is Jonathan Franks, for CNN, in Hamburg. Back to you in the studio. [Cut back to the studio. Jump edit to footage from approximately one hour later.] Anchor: Further developments on that plane crash in Hamburg which appears to have killed wrestling personality, the Senator: I understand that we have a reporter in attendance at the Senate's match in Paris, France. Let's go over to Lance Freedman now. [Cut to footage of the outside of an arena in Paris. A newsperson is running up to The Hangman and The Atomic Destroyers.] LF: Hangman -- can I get a word with you? Did you hear the news about the plane crash in.... TH: Lance, if it was anybody but you who would come up to me at a time like this, I would put you in the Hospital. Yes, we heard about the crash. They showed the CNN feed on the house monitors. What a way to end our night here. The Atomic Destroyers and I kicked some butt and met with some old friends, and it all comes to an abrupt end. I have been around death all my life. I trained for the moment of death. The Senator was on a mission for us and it could well have been all of us that went down in that plane. LF: Does any of this change your tour plans? TH: No, we are professionals, and the Senator would have wanted it this way. We have dates to wrestle every night for the next two weeks and we will honour our commitments, keeping the crowds on the edge of their seats, as always. This tour was to gather more experience for for our return to the IIWF and to promote the IIWF style of wrestling. Senator, I know you are out there watching over us, and let me assure you: our plans will go on, and the matches will be won for you. Larn: Hangman, I think I speak for Steriod and myself [Steriod is seen nodding] when I say that the Seantor meant a lot to all of us and his contributions to the world of wrestling have been some of the best things that anyone has ever seen. But the best is yet to come. The IIWF had better be prepared for us when we return in a few weeks. All hell is going to break loose. TH: Lance, we have no further comment at this time. [The Hangman and the Destroyers turn and get into a waiting limo and leave the arena.] LF: There you have it -- the Senate will continue in spite of the tragic happenings of tonight. Back to the studio. This is Lance Freedman bidding you good night. [Cut back to the broadcast table, where Larry and Becky are now seated.] LM: Folks, I don't know what to say. The achievements of the Senator stand out as among the most astute managerial feats in IIWF history. He will be sadly missed, even by the fans who jeered him. BL: Okay, enough of the depression. Let's talk about tonight's action. LM: Have a little respect for the dead, please, Becky. BL: Respect my ass. Let's get on with the show. LM: Okay, have it your way. Folks, tonight may be the last ever Mayhem, but what a line-up we have for you. As you heard at the top of the hour, the main event pits Marty Warnett and Harlequin Tragedy against Lord Byron and "Superstar" Stud Stetson in a special tag team match, and as you saw from the pre-taped footage of Byron and Stetson discussing the match last night after a house show, they might not prove to be the most effective of couplings. BL: It's all a ruse, Larry. Stetson and Byron are working to throw Walnut and that painted fool off the scent. We're going to see a great performance from two of the brightest new stars in the IIWF, I guarantee it. LM: We'll see about that. Also scheduled tonight, we'll see Onslaught face Fisto Flash in an extreme, falls count anywhere match. I hear that Onslaught has a big surprise for Fisto Flash. BL: Ooh, I can hardly imagine what it might be. Perhaps he's going to come out in a blue costume instead of a red one. LM: Plus in a third special attraction match, Domination will face Pain Inc. in a closed steel cage. What a battle that's going to be! And on top of those three spectacular encounters, we'll also be seeing newcomer "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder battles Robski, Steve "the Fury" Kowalski takes on the White Phoenix, and "Blitz Lightning" Bobby Lincoln faces his toughest challenge to date in "the Enigma" Takezo Musashi. That's quite a card, folks. But before we get up to the ring for tonight's first live match, let's quickly recap on the matches that have already taken place tonight before we came on the air: - The SUBWAY PSYCHO scored a victory over the VENUSIAN DEATH CELL, showing his anger and frustration at his inconclusive double countout match with Otto Verhoeven on Saturday Night. Cell hardly looked like the same competitor who destroyed Legion in a matter of seconds on the same card, but after he was taken out by the Train Wreck, the Cell went on a furious rampage yet again, and the Psycho, along with Sasha, was forced to make a quick exit. I understand that the Cell is now being guarded in his locker room by two of the IIWF's burliest security guards. BL: They're probably a couple of runtweights. LM: Moving on: - The ARMED FORCES continued their recent resurgence with a victory over the floundering PLAYERS' CLUB. Despite some good offence by Reyna and Dynamite, TPC didn't look sharp out here tonight, whereas the Forces are clearly regaining their past championship form with every passing match. The Forces were relentless throughout, attacking TPC as soon as they stepped through the ropes, and making good use of distractions to doubleteam their opponents. In the end, the AK47/ICBM combo put Reyna down for the three count. - DEATHBRINGER was in once again in action, and tonight's lucky victim for the Dark Destroyer was EL POCO SEGUENTE. Seguente hardly got in a single shot on the big man, and Deathbringer, who was jeered very solidly indeed by the crowd, finished his opponent off with a flying clothesline from the top rope followed by a Tombstone piledriver. Deathbringer is looking more and more dominating every time he steps between the ropes, Becky. BL: The dead guy's got a second lease of re-animation, Larry. He must have gone back to his minions of hell and claimed a few more souls. Let's just hope those fiends don't show up tonight. LM: [shudders] Minions... urgh. Moving swiftly on: - The Dark Knights, SANDMAN and LEGION, teamed up to do battle with the gargantuan ROTUNDOS, and scored the pinfall on Rotundo #1 after a double chokeslam -- which was just about the only way you can pick the Rotundos up. [The timekeeper's bell rings. The shot pans across the capacity crowd.] LM: Well, fans, it's time to get up to the... BL: [interrupting] Hey, hold on, Larry. Look -- up there in the nosebleed seats. It's our beloved champion, Dan Kauffman! [The shot closes in on Kauffman, who is seated in street clothing in amongst a bunch of little kids.] BL: Guess he's finally found some fans to match his intellect with. LM: Please, be nice, Becky. I wonder what Kauffman's doing here? He should be preparing for Cadaver this Saturday Night. BL: He's probably too scared to go down in that cellar of his for fear of more ketchup being dripped on his ring. LM: Well, we've got to get up to the ring for tonight's first live encounter. I'll try and get a few words with Kauffman later on. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Robski vs. "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LM: These are two very tough guys... I'd hate to be caught between them. BL: Hee hee... LM: Stop that. BL: Hee hee. LM: Hey! RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 335lbs and hailing from Birmingham, England, here is the self-proclaimed English Sensation, Robski! [The crowd gives a heel pop, and Robski makes his was out to the aisle. He looks fairly annoyed by the crowd as he makes his way to the ring, swatting hands away from would-be fans.] LM: It looks like Robski was right about Man Of Steel... That's really too bad. BL: It really makes me laugh how guys like you went on about Robski being a liar, and now Man Of Steel is running around after dogs. How do you feel now? RA: His opponent, weighing in at... GAK!!! [Sparkplug is rudely interrupted by the abrubt arrival of Brody Thunder in the ring. Thunder immediately starts beating on Robski. Sparkplug Lee bails from the ring. Robski and Thunder trade shots, but Robski seems overcome by the onslaught that Thunder is dishing out. Thunder executes a lariat that sends Robski down to the mat. Thunder drags Robski up again and tries to slam him, but Robski blocks it. Robski executes a slam of his own, then drops an elbow. Thunder rolls out of the way, and gets up and kicks Robski. Thunder throws Robski into the ropes and executes a back bodydrop, then drops a knee. Thunder locks on a side headlock.] LM: Wow... These guys didn't waste any time... BL: I guess Thunder was eager to get this one going. [Robski fights to his feet and throws Thunder into the ropes. A shoulder tackle sends Thunder down, but he's right back up, jamming a thumb to Robski's eye. Robski doubles over, clutching his face, and Thunder hits with a powerbomb. The crowd gives a heel pop, and Thunder tells them to shut up. Thunder goes for the cover... 1 - 2 - Kickout by Robski. Thunder curses, and drags Robski up again. He tries to execute another powerbomb, but Robski blocks and executes a back bodydrop. Robski comes off the ropes and drops an elbow, then goes for the cover... 1 - Kickout by Thunder. Thunder gets up and labels Robski with a few hard shots that send Robski reeling.] LM: What a high impact match! I kind of knew we wouldn't be seeing top rope jumpy-thingies... BL: You have such a command of the names of wrestling maneuvers, Larry. LM: Thank you. [Thunder staggers Robski with some more right hands, then comes off the ropes with a lariat. Robski hits the mat, and Thunder showboats to the crowd. The crowd gives a big heel pop, not because of Thunder, but because of the Venusian Death Cell running to the ring. VDC jumps in and clocks Thunder with a left hand, knocking the cowboy down. The ref calls for the bell, but VDC continues his assault, laying punches into Thunder's head. Robski gets to his feet, shaking his head to eliminate the cobwebs. VDC sees this, and turns toward Robski, indiscriminately beating on him, too. VDC starts moving back and forth, beating on both men.] LM: Wow! Looks like the Cell broke out of his high-security incarceration backstage! BL: This guy's crazy. I don't think he cares who he attacks! [Both Thunder and Robski are lying on the mat. VDC seems satisfied with the attack, since he leaves the ring and walks back up the aisle to a big heel pop. Both Thunder and Robski fight to get to their feet.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner as a result of a disqualification, "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder! LM: I guess the referee made that decision once Thunder was hit. BL: What a stupid call. I don't know why Robski is being blamed for that attack. It's obvious he didn't plan it. LM: Well, you never know with Robski. He could very well have set this all up. BL: Yeah, sure. I bet he set up his teeth getting knocked out too, right? LM: [ignoring Becky] A quick update on the Chris Quigley situation folks -- earlier today, the IIWF front office received an unmarked brown envelope from Quigley, containing only a cheque, paying in full the fines he has accumulated due to missing numerous house show appearances. No letter, or even a return address, was enclosed. My mole in the front office tells me that discussions are currently ongoing concerning the termination of Quigley's IIWF contract. If that were to happen, it would be a sad day for the IIWF, fans. BL: Are you kidding?! It would be great! I can't imagine anything making me any happier... except perhaps finding that I _did_ have my Friday nights free after all. LM: I'm afraid not, Becky. BL: Damn. LM: Before we get back up to the ring for tonight's next match, let's hear from one of the participants -- "Blitz Lightning" Bobby Lincoln: [Cut to Bobby Lincoln's film room at his home, where his brother, Todd Franklin, is pointing out a few things from their videotapes of their tour of Japan earlier in the year.] TF: See, that's like that Mushi-ashi guy, and you destroyed him too. BL: "Enigma" Takezo Musashi. Son, come Wednesday night, I'm gonna whip your ass! See, I've wrestled in Japan before, and I've DESTROYED no-name nonsenses like yourself before, and hell, I've even crippled a few of them. Now for some other annoyances who CALL themselves wrestlers. TF: First off, that rookie big-mouth, Marty Warnett. BL: Warnett, you no-name, green-in-the-ring, whining LOSER. If you want to be STRUCK down by the "Blitz Lightning," and if you have any balls like you say you do, SIGN THE CONTRACT, ROOKIE BOY! You'll find out why I'm one of the best tag team AND singles wrestlers in the world. Because when 6'8.5", 347 pounds of pure power and pain get through with you, you'll be sucking down applause through a straw, IN THE INTENSIVE CARE ROOM! TF: Next, the "Target-light" Billy Thompson, or as you know him, Billy Shakespeare. BL: You know, I can spout off useless nonsense as well, like Billy does, but I won't. I'll just quote something from one of my favorite songs, since I think Dave Mustane must have meant YOU. "Just like the Pied Piper, led the rats through the streets... We dance like marionettes, swaying to the symphony... OF DESTRUCTION!" When you hear that, RUN AWAY, just like that homosexual LOSER, Chris Quigley. TF: Speaking of whom... where is the HERO of the IIWF? Can't find him, huh? You might want to look in a hospital or a mental institution, because that's where he's probably HIDING from US! Next, the man who literally dicked Quigley over, Dan "Flash-in-the-Pan" Kauffman. BL: If Herr Verhoeven don't get you, I certainly will, little man. Remember, you can't run from ALL of US, Dan. [Bobby presses a button on the VCR remote, pausing the tape.] Dan, Billy, and especially you, Takezo Mushi-ashi, because after I do this to you, like Musashi, you'll be MUSH like him... [presses "play" on the remote] [The VCR shows a match in Japan where Bobby Lincoln hits the "Lightning Strike" tilt-a-whirl swinging tigerbomb, but instead of tigerbombing him in the ring, Lincoln throws the hapless Oriental wrestler over the top rope and through the Japanese broadcast table and the monitors there. The Oriental wrestler lies motionless, as EMTs rush to his aid, as the Powers throw his American partner over the top rope, landing in an empty section of seats in the front row.] BL: That's what will happen to you, if you get in the ring with ME! TF: Finally, what about Lebec calling in? BL: You know, that was typical Spreadbury lies. You KNOW the real Simon Lebec wouldn't talk to that slimebag Spreadbury. Lebec has more taste than that. Also, Verhoeven, Acorn, Tiger Claw, notice how Spreadbury CONVENIENTLY with his French blowjobber cost you YOUR TITLES! If a man like Simon Lebec was in office, would we have to worry about this FAKE "Special Concerns Committee" that Spreadbury set up to PROTECT his friends? HELL NO! As I have said, you guys may want to get in touch with us... because this idiotic democracy called the IIWF Presidency is being ABUSED by Spreadbury. So, I leave with this... LEBEC FOR IIWF PRESIDENT! And Musashi, remember, your new dawn FADES.... THIS WEDNESDAY! [The camera shot starts to fade, and then, focuses again on the "Lightning Strike" given to Oriental wrestler, laying motionless, as the EMTs peel him off of the table, monitors, and wiring. Cut back to ringside. Becky sits alone at the broadcast table.] BL: I like the style of the Universal Powers. Lincoln's one guy whose bad side I wouldn't want to be on. You people might be wondering where Larry's gone. Well, he muttered something about chumps before disappearing off into the stands with a camera. [Cut to Larry Morton standing in the nosebleed seats next to Dan Kauffman. The video wall shows the scene through the arena, as the crowd starts to cheer.] LM: _Champs_, not chumps, Becky. I'm here with IIWF World Heavyweight Champion, Dan Kauffman, who's here in the crowd tonight. Just what are you thinking about, Dan, just days before the biggest night of your life? [The cheers gradually rise as Kauffman looks at Morton with a straight face that shows no emotion. Kauffman asks the crowd to quiet down, and they oblige.] DK: Simple, Morton. I'm thinking about one man... one entity, if you will. All I know is that, one way or another, something big will go down Saturday Night, and I'm ready for whatever destiny throws my way. I'm ready. [The crowd noise again begins to rise in volume, and again, Morton has to speak loudly to be heard.] LM: You've got to be concerned for your welfare. We've already seen what Cadaver can do to you, both physically and psychologically. You know better than anyone that your career hangs in the balance... Are you truly prepared for Cadaver? [Kauffman looks down at the hushed crowd, and waits for some time before speaking.] DK: The eyes tell the story of a man and his feelings. My eyes often show nothing but logic and reason, as they do now. Look in these same eyes on Saturday, Larry. In fact, everyone should look in these eyes. [Dan looks dead in to the camera.] Eyes don't lie, and Cadaver, I know that death doesn't either. But what my eyes... what my emotion will show... is stronger than any form of death can ever mean. When I die, it is not death that continues on, but the life of others that carries to the future. My emotion may not be enough against you... But the emotion of many may be the solution. I asked my fans... [The crowd noise really starts to become deafening, and Kauffman starts shouting in order to be heard.] I've asked my FRIENDS... [points to the masses of people in the stands] to be there until the end. To conquer me is to conquer every one of these people. I will not stand and let that happen. Cadaver, I... AM... READY! And Cadaver... you will go down! [Kauffman walks out the back doors of the arena in a hurry, and the crowd reaches a maddening pitch as Morton heads back to the broadcast booth. Cut back to Becky at ringside.] BL: Big words from a big mouth, but come Saturday Night, Kauffman won't be so brave. Let's get back up to the ring to see the "Enigma" get struck by a little "Blitz Lightning". =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Blitz Lightning" Bobby Lincoln vs. "Enigma" Takezo Musashi =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= [Sparkplug Lee steps into the ring and raises his microphone.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Todd Franklin, hailing from Pacific Palisades, California, weighing in at 347lbs, here is... "Blitz Lightning" Bobby Lincoln! [Huge heel pop as "Power" kicks in over the PA and the Universal Powers step into the glare of the spotlights at the head of the aisle. Special filters cast stars spinning in infinity onto the arena floor and the canvas of the ring. Lincoln and Franklin sneer at the jeering crowd with disdain as they make their way to the ring.] LM: [returning to the broadcast booth] These two men haven't exactly made a huge number of friends since arriving in the IIWF, Becky. BL: When you're the Universal Powers, you don't need friends. LM: Lincoln has made his intentions fairly clear -- he regards himself as a contender for Billy Shakespeare's Intercontinental Championship, but so too does Musashi. This match could well determine who gets the next shot at the title. RA: And introducing his opponent: making his way down the aisle, hailing from Tokyo, Japan, and weighing in at 220lbs, here is... the "Enigma" Takeeeezo Musaaaashi! [Huge pop as the low, mystical music of the "Enigma" drifts across the arena. The lights dim, and Musashi appears at the head of the aisle, almost glowing in the incandescant lighting. He makes his way down to the ring, but before he can even climb the ringsteps, Lincoln is upon him. Musashi sidesteps Lincoln's charge, and sends him flying to the arena floor. Huge pop! Musashi steps into the ring and removes his ceremonial garb, keeping his eye on Lincoln all the while. Franklin helps his brother to his feet, and attempts to calm him down, but Lincoln bursts back into the ring, fists flailing. A slugfest breaks out as the referee signals for the bell to start the match.] TD: This one hasn't exactly got off to the best of starts. Musashi will have to try and control Lincoln's rage here. BL: Good luck to him. Lincoln's like a bull in a china shop right here. [Lincoln hits Musashi with a low blow and backs him up into the corner. He peppers him with body shots, and then whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, charging in after him. Musashi bounds to the second turnbuckle, and launches himself with a backflip splash into the ring, which Lincoln anticipates, stopping short of Musashi, and the Enigma hits the mat hard. Big heel pop. Lincoln showboats to the crowd before attempting a leg drop. Musashi rolls out of the way. Big pop! Frustrated, Lincoln begins stomping on Musashi, who finds himself dragged to his feet once more. Lincoln whips him into the ropes and hits Musashi with a jumpwheel kick, sending the Enigma crashing to the mat again. Lincoln goes for the cover - 1 - 2 - Musashi kicks out!] LM: Lincoln seems to have regained the control here, Becky. BL: He never lost it, Larry. He's just toying with the Enema. Musashi is giving away more than a hundred pounds in weight to Lincoln. He doesn't stand a chance. [Lincoln drags Musashi to his feet and hits his Tigerbite inverse powerbomb, sending the Enigma crashing down on his face. He rolls Musashi over and makes the cover - 1 - 2 - Musashi gets his foot on the ropes! Lincoln stands to argue with the referee, and while the official is distracted, Franklin jabs Musashi in the eye with his thumb from the outside. Big heel pop as Musashi rolls into the ring, clutching at his face. Lincoln once again drags him to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. He bounces off the ropes himself, and the two men collide in the centre of the ring, hitting with a flying shoulder tackle. Musashi takes the brunt of the impact, and Lincoln is quickly back to his feet. Franklin shouts encouragement from the outside while Lincoln makes the cover - 1 - 2 - Musashi kicks out again! Big pop!] LM: It seems that Musashi is really not willing to go down without a fight here, Becky! BL: If he knew what was good for him, he'd just let his shoulders stay down for the three count. Lincoln's only going to make the punishment even worse. [Lincoln drags Musashi back to his feet, but is surprised when Musashi drives his shoulder into Lincoln's midsection. Musashi appears to have hit his second wind as he bounces against the ropes, hitting the stunned Lincoln with a clothesline which takes him down to the mat. Big pop! Musashi falls onto one knee, clearly trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Lincoln if quickly back onto his feet, and the two men begin slugging it out in the centre of the ring once more. Musashi blocks a couple of hard right hands from Lincoln, and fires back with a haymaker of his own. Lincoln staggers backwards, and Musashi launches a high-impact spinning kick at Lincoln's jaw, knocking Bobby from the ring through the ropes. Huge pop!] LM: The "Enigma" is finally getting back into this match, Becky! Lincoln should have finished him when he had the chance! [The "Enigma" pauses in the ring as Franklin goes round the ring to tend to his fallen brother. He sizes up the Universal Powers, and bounces off the ropes, launching himself with a front somersault splash over the top rope, straight onto both men! Huge pop! The Powers clatter against the steel railings, and Musashi picks himself up, dragging Lincoln back to his feet. He rolls the hapless athlete back into the ring, and jumps to the top rope, pointing to the skies. Huge pop!] LM: Here it comes! Here comes the Starsault Press! Hey! [Suddenly, out of nowhere, Kane of the Dark Disciples vaults the steel crowd barrier and leaps to the apron, shoving Musashi from the top rope in full view of the official, who signals for the bell. Ding! Ding! Ding! Kane steps through the ropes and begins beating on Musashi, despite the attempts of the official to keep the huge monster at bay.] LM: Give me a break! This is ridiculous! Musashi had Lincoln beaten right there! BL: And now Kane is giving Musashi a beating right here! LM: Hold it! Here comes the White Phoenix! [Big pop as Chow sprints down the aisle and straight into the ring, where he rains blows on Kane. He knocks the Disciple through the ropes to the outside, and also ejects the recovering Lincoln, who once more clatters into his brother, who has also picked himself up. Chow stands guard over Musashi as a security team dashes down to the ring to defuse the situation.] LM: Thank heavens for Shinja Chow. The White Phoenix has saved Musashi from a very dangerous situation right there. BL: Yeah. Spoilsport. LM: Don't tell me you actually wanted to see Musashi get beaten senseless, Becky?! BL: Why not?! That runt has had it coming for a while now. LM: [sighs] Folks, while the security staff clear the ringside area, and the ring attendants set about building the closed steel cage for our next match, let's go backstage to the locker room to hear from Pain Inc., who will be battling Domination in a few short minutes: [Cut to Mr.Mic in the locker room with Pain Inc. There is a knock at the door as Robo Stone and Heavy Metal enter the room. The managers share a handshake as the wrestlers share high-fives. Apollo and Atlas give Pain Inc. some pointers before their match as Mr.Mic turns to the camera.] Mr.Mic: Domination! Do you feel a little queasy? That's the feeling most people get before they die! My Pain Inc's prayers have been answered. A steel cage match, so that NO ONE -- not even the IIWF cheatin' chumps, the Japanese Sun Jerks -- can interfere. Hey Monster, you no-brained piece of no-talent garbage.. you wanna see what a real monster looks like... MEET HELLRAISER, THE LORD OF THE DEAD! [Hellraiser walks towards the camera and flexes for the camera. His eyes are as wide as saucers and he glares at the camera.] Oh, Mr.Psycho, you are just pathetic -- but not to worry, you won't have to worry about it much longer. My Morningstar is ready to pummel you from here to Jakarta. [Morningstar walks towards the camera. He is looking at the ground but then raises his eyes just high enough to see the camera. He has a sinister smile on his face.] Domination, you guys have really done it now. No RSR to run to tonight, morons. You have been a thorn in our side for a month now. It all ends tonight. Think of it as a learning experience, YOU'LL LEARN NOT TO MESS WITH THE LORDS OF PAIN! To mark this occasion I have had a TV commercial done up. [A TV is wheeled into the room] Take a look. [Mr.Mic grabs the remote control as Heavy Metal and Pain Inc. sit down. The commercial opens up with Mr.Mic standing in the middle of the ring in the deserted IIWF Coliseum. He looks at the camera and speaks:] "This is Domination." [Cut to footage of Domination having salt thrown into their eyes by Pain Inc and Mr.Mic.] "This is Pain Inc." [Cut to high-speed clips of Pain Inc performing the Simply Pain on the Arabian Knights during the Manager Leaves Town match, on the Rotundos, on the Barnacle Brothers, and finally on the Zodiac Connection.] "This is Domination after meeting Pain Inc. inside of a steel cage" [Cut to footage of Mike Tyson lying on the mat after he's been KOed by Holyfield, then to footage of a man beating beaten by two other men during the L.A. riots, and finally a flurry of hockey fights showing players coming away covered with blood. Cut back to Mr.Mic standing behind two open graves with headstones, one each for Mr.Psycho and Monster.] "Any questions?" [The TV screen fades. Cut back to Mr. Mic in the dressing room.] Mr.Mic: Pretty much says it all, doesn't it?! [Cut back to ringside. Ringside attendants ensure that the steel cage has been safely constructed.] LM: I don't know about that, but Pain Inc. are certainly going to give Domination a run for their money here tonight. BL: Domination signed their own death warrants when they agreed to this closed cage match. We could see the last of them, and their trampy manager, right here tonight. LM: Let's find out. Two of the most intense tag teams in the IIWF are going to be going at it in a completely closed steel cage. BL: With all the run-ins lately, I don't blame them. This should keep the match down to just these four guys. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- CLOSED STEEL CAGE MATCH: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Domination vs. Pain Inc. ------------------------ [Sparkplug Lee steps into the ring once more.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this next tag match is scheduled for one fall, and will be held in a closed steel cage. Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 585lbs, and accompanied to the ring by Mr. Mic, here are... Pain Incorporated! ["More Human Than Human" plays over the PA, and the crowd boos as Pain Inc. appears at the head of the aisle. Mr. Mic does his best to ignore them, but can't resist the temptation to yell at the fans. The three men reach the ring, and Morningstar and Hellraiser enter the cage through the door.] LM: That's a big steel cage. BL: Yes, Larry. LM: Don't you think that's a big steel cage? BL: Yes, Larry. RA: Their opponents, being led to the ring by Mistress, and weighing in at a total combined weight of 620lbs, Here are Mr. Psycho and Monster, Domination! [The crowd pops, and the lights drop. Domination come out to the aisle, picked out by a bright spotlight. They drink up the crowd reaction a bit, and Mistress gives them a few words of encouragement. The two men nod, then run full tilt to the ring, entering the cage. They start beating on Pain Inc. immediately, and the ref locks the door to the cage. The bell rings just in time for Domination to execute clotheslines on both members of Pain Inc. MS and HR hit the mat, and Domination turn to the crowd, who cheer them solidly.] BL: I see... They have no hope of winning, so they have to resort to surprise tactics. LM: You don't think that Pain Inc. could see Domination running to the ring? BL: Well... Ummm... No. [Mr. Psycho squares off against Hellraiser, while Monster battles Morningstar. Mr. Psycho locks a chokehold on HR, occasionally slapping him across the face. HR gets to his feet, actually powering out of the hold. Meanwhile, Monster is having no luck against Morningstar, since every attack hits, but is ignored. MS plants an elbow solidly into Monster's face. Hellraiser boots Mr. Psycho in the stomach, then executes a quick piledriver. The crowd boos as both members of Pain Inc. get the upper hand. They set Monster and Psycho up in the corner, and Morningstar whips Hellraiser into them with a splash. Pain Inc. execute the move again, which gets the crowd booing. Pain Inc. go for a third splash, but Monster raises his foot, causing HR to run into it. The crowd cheers as Monster and Psycho try to charge Pain Inc, but they are floored by two clotheslines.] LM: Pain Inc. are dominating Domination! BL: You've been planning on saying that all day, haven't you? [Pain Inc. showboat to the crowd. MS picks up Psycho and hits him with a vertical suplex. HR powerbombs Monster. The crowd boos, and Mr. Mic yells. Mr. Mic begins to walk towards Mistress, mouthing out insults that the microphones thankfully can't pick up. Mistress looks to the crowd. In the ring, HR and MS are doing a number on Domination, doubleteaming both members alternately with punches and kicks. Mr. Mic gets in the face of Mistress, and the crowd pops as she visibly gets angry at him. In the ring, HR and MS whip both members of Domination into the ropes, and each execute a boot to the face. Mr. Mic says something to Mistress that seems to annoy her a great deal, and she slaps him across the face. Mr. Mic spins in the air from the blow, and hits the floor, holding his head. The crowd pops as the Mistress stands over him. In the ring, MS and HR set Monster and Psycho up back to back in the middle of the ring and come off opposite ropes.] LM: They're going to sandwich Domination! BL: Remind me not to order a Domination sandwich at the IIWF cafeteria deli. [MS and HR come in with shoulder tackles, but Monster and Psycho drop to the floor. Pain Inc. crash into each other, knocking their heads together. They fall to the mat, seemingly unconcsious. Psycho and Monster both go for the cover, and the ref counts... 1 - 2 -3! Ding! Ding! Huge pop!] RA: Here are your winners, Monster and Psycho, Domination! BL: What?! Come on, that was lucky! LM: They were thinking on their feet, Becky, and were rewarded with the win. BL: They were lucky. They got beaten big time in there. [The ref opens the cage, and Domination step out to see Mistress threatening a cowering Mr. Mic with bodily harm. They come to get her, and all three raise their arms in victory.] BL: She thinks she's tough... Wait until I show her a thing or two. LM: Becky, don't... You haven't been in the ring for some time. You're not quite as... er... BL: What? Quite as what? LM: Ummmm... Svelt? BL: I gave you the chance, moron... LM: Aak... My... Nose... Hurting... Oh, the misery. BL: You never learn, do you? LM: [recovering] Up next we're going to see the New Jersey Nightmare, Steve "the Fury" Kowalski, do battle with the White Phoenix, who will undoubtedly be his toughest test to date. Let's go to some pre-taped comments from Kowalski, made earlier this evening. [Cut to pre-taped footage. Sitting on the corner of the ring, Steve "The Fury" Kowalski bides his time. Lazily flipping a switchblade to the mat, Kowalski actually has a smile on his face for once.] SK: The White Phoenix. I must say that I'm impressed. It's about time the stiffs upstairs line up some quality lambs to the _slaughter_. You don't know how long I've been waitin' for this meeting. You got tuff rep over on The Chucky Chan Coast, Japan that is. You're more popular then the Singapore Slings or the Manchurian Madman. I know what ya thinkin'. Does a Fury Ass Kickin' come with a bowl a rice? It comes with a boot to the head! [Kowalski hops down from the ropes and pulls out a marker. He starts drawing something on the mat.] SK: I _really_ dig punkin' you little chans. I mean ya must be aerodynamic, 'cause I can toss you guys like a dart. I was a _mean_ Poppa-san over seas, Chow. I inten' to whip ya like a horse. Reborn, unborn, whatever! I am gonna set ya on fire one last time! And if ya rise form those ashes....I _will_ end ya life! [Kowalski gets up from the mat and backs away form his work. He reveals an outline of a body on the mat with "WP" in the center.] SK: Now, that looks to be correct. You'll be layin' there, broken. In a few minutes the staff will be lettin' in the fans and _then_ clock starts tickin'! I can see ya now. You're huddled in your dressin' room, biting your nails, prayin' to the gods or whatever ya do. Ya get the call. Walking to the ring, the knots in your stomach become tighter and tighter. Ya stop in your tracks and a cold sweat starts at your forehead. 'Cause you can see is me waitin' in the ring. The rest is, as they say, HISTORY for _you_! Then it's off to the hospital to visit my new buddy, "light" Billy. What're the visitation hours, kid? Ha ha ha ha! [Cut back to ringside.] BL: You've got to admire Kowalski's nerve, Larry. I don't think anything could throw that guy off balance. LM: I don't know about that, Becky. If anybody can, it's the White Phoenix. Let's get back up to the ring. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Steve "the Fury" Kowalski vs. The White Phoenix =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= [Sparkplug Lee steps back into the ring and raises his microphone.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Newark, New Jersey, and weighing in at 268lbs, here is... Steve "the Fury" Kowalski! [Huge heel pop as "Don't Fear The Reaper" kicks in over the PA, and the spotlights swivel to the focus on the head of the aisle, where Steve Kowalski appears, stepping out into the aisle. He wears a faded denim jacket with a Harley Davison logo on the back. Having regarded the jeering fans for a few seconds, he shakes his head and begins his walk to the ring.] LM: This man may be in severe need of an attitude adjustment, but he is one of the most promising new stars in the IIWF. BL: He sure is, Larry. He's almost enough to make a lady forget about Brad Kinder... I don't expect it'll be long before a title has found its way around Kowalski's waist. LM: His record is certainly very impressive, but tonight he faces his toughest test -- will he fall to the explosive White Phoenix? BL: In a word: no. RA: And introducing his opponent: hailing from Beijing, China, and weighing in at 220lbs, here is... the White Phoenix! [The crowd pops large as the lights in the arena drop and fireworks erupt above the entranceway, burning out the form of a phoenix. As the cry of an eagle echoes around the Coliseum, Shinja Chow steps out into the aisle. He walks to the ring as rockets shoot from the head of the aisle up to the roof of the arena, setting off further showers of sparks above the ring. Kowalski bails out as the Phoenix takes to the ring and flame pots on the ringposts burst into fire. The Phoenix raises his arms, and the crowd give him a huge pop!] LM: Here is the man who could become the new IIWF Cruiserweight Champion this Saturday Night when he faces Hakiro Matsuoko. What a match that's going to be. BL: That is, of course, if the Phoenix isn't too beat up after tonight's match to even make it to the ring on Saturday Night. LM: He's going to have to use that speed and agility to stay out of the grasp of the New Jersey Nightmare -- here he comes! From behind! [Kowalski slides into the ring behind Chow, who spins around only to be met by a big clothesline from the Fury. Fury drags him to his feet and whips him into the corner, before executing a hotshot on the Phoenix. Chow slumps to the mat, and Kowalski goes to the second rope. He drops an elbow on the Phoenix, and goes for the cover - 1 - Chow kicks out! The Phoenix fights to his feet, and the two athletes begin slugging it out in the centre of the ring. Despite Chow blocking a number of Kowalski's blows, when the Fury drives his knee into the Phoenix's midsection, Chow is doubled over, and Kowalski takes him off his feet with a swinging neckbreaker. Big heel pop as Kowalski showboats to the crowd. He wastes too much time, however, since when he attempts to drop an elbow on Chow, the Phoenix rolls out of the way and to his feet. Kowalski is quickly back to his feet, but is hit by the flying Phoenix who bounds off the ropes with a huge clothesline.] LM: This is precisely what Kowalski must try to avoid, Becky. If you let Chow just have a couple of seconds, he can be all over you like a rash. [The Phoenix drags Kowalski to his feet and whips him into the ropes, hitting him on the rebound with a double palm strike to the Fury's face, staggering his opponent, and then taking his legs out with a sweep, sending Kowalski crashing to the mat. The Phoenix, lightning-quick, leaps cat-like to the top rope, and sizes his opponent up for a flying chop. Kowalski staggers to his feet, and the Phoenix launches himself into the ring, only to be greeted by a double fist to the stomach from Kowalski. Chow is winded, and Kowalski leaps onto the second buckle behind him, leaping and catching the Phoenix with a bulldog. Big heel pop! He makes the cover - 1 - 2 - Chow kicks out!] LM: That was close! Kowalski may be starting to soften Chow up now. [Kowalski drags Chow to his feet and executes a high-impact Tiger driver. Chow arches his back in pain. Kowalski drags him to his feet again and whips him into the ropes. Quick as a flash, Kowalski hoists Chow up onto his shoulders, and executes a fallaway slam, sending Chow flying between the top and middle ropes to the outside. Huge heel pop! Kowalski attempts to follow Chow out, but the referee cuts him off. The Fury deliberately argues with the official, whose back is to the aisle.] LM: Chow could well be counted out here, folks. That was one hell of a fall he just took. [Sudden heel pop as Kane and Casey James charge down the aisle! The two Syndicate members begin kicking and punching the Phoenix. Kane drags the Phoenix to his feet and holds him steady, while Casey executes his devastating heart punch on the prone Chow.] LM: Give me a break! BL: Vengeance is swift, Larry. The Syndicate have exacted their revenge for Chow's little display of heroics earlier on tonight, coming to the rescue of the Enema -- plus who knows whether Matsuoko is back in with Lau? This might be a tactic to make sure that the Phoenix is in no shape to wrestle him on Saturday Night... LM: Well, whatever the reason, it's been effective. Casey and Kane have escaped up the aisle, and Kowalski's dragging Chow back into the ring. What a miscarriage of justice this has been! [Kowalski places Chow's head between his legs and signals to the crowd for the Skullpump. Big heel pop as he executes his trademark double-underhook piledriver. Kowalski puts his feet on the ropes for extra leverage as he makes the cover - 1 - 2 - 3! Ding! Ding! Ding!] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, as the result of a pinfall: Steve "the Fury" Kowalski! LM: Oh, please! Kowalski didn't need to use the ropes. That's just adding insult to injury. BL: There's nothing wrong with taking precautions, Larry. LM: I don't see how your love life comes into this, Becky... yow! [Kowalski pulls his arm away from the official as he tries to raise it in victory, and immediately leaves the ring. He makes his way up the aisle, badmouthing the crowd as he goes.] LM: [recovering] Chow was the victim of a premeditated attack right there, and that Skullpump appears to have put him out... Hang on, folks. I understand there's a problem in the parking lot. We've got a camera out there... apparently it's something to do with Dan Kauffman. [Cut to the parking lot. It is dark, but a dark blue car, parked on its own in one of the recesses of the lot, can be seen glinting in the dim light. By it stands Dan Kauffman, shouting at an attendant. The camera moves in.] DK: [agitated] ...and you didn't see who did it?! Somebody slashes my tyres in the parking lot, and _you_ the parking lot attendant, didn't _see_ it?! Give me a break! ATTENDANT: I'm sorry, Mr. Kauffman, I was watching the show in the booth, and I just didn't notice anybody -- hey! Look out behind you! [Kauffman spins around, and is caught by a flying clothesline from a huge man who leaps out from behind the car, over the bonnet, and straight onto the IIWF Champion, knocking him to the ground with tremendous force. The attendant turns tail and runs for the booth.] LM: [over the headset] That's Cadaver! Cadaver just jumped Kauffman! [The huge, brutish form of Cadaver stands over the semi-conscious IIWF Champion, and breathes heavily. His hollow words can just be heard by the camera's microphone:] CADAVER: Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust... [Suddenly, there is a commotion as vehicles zoom into the area, catching Cadaver in the glare of the headlights. The huge man stands motionless as security officials run from the vehicles to restrain him. As soon as they lay a hand on him, Cadaver simply bats them away with a single blow, and stalks off into the shadows of the parking lot, leaving the staff to help Kauffman to his feet. One security guard probes the darkness where Cadaver disappeared with the beam of a torch, but Cadaver is nowhere to be seen. Security staff check on Kauffman. Cut back to the announcers' table.] LM: You just knew that Cadaver wouldn't let Kauffman get away without making his presence known. BL: I hope he broke Kauffman's skull! What a clothesline -- off the bonnet of the car! LM: Kauffman doesn't look like he's seriously injured, so let's hope that he's going to be fit to wrestle on Saturday Night. Mind you, knowing Kauffman, he'll wrestle even if he isn't fit. BL: Cadaver wasn't out to hurt Kauffman tonight -- he was just out to prove that he's one step ahead. LM: Well, I think that much is certainly true. Folks, we must press on, but if there are any further developments with Dan Kauffman, you can be sure that we'll bring them to you. Up next is that huge falls count anywhere match between Fisto Flash and Onslaught. Let's go to Fisto Flash, who is in the locker room preparing for this challenge. [Cut to a split screen: on the left, the broadcast table; on the right, Fisto Flash and Robo Stone in the locker room area.] LM: We're about to see a match of grit, toughness, and power. The man dressed in crimson, Onslaught, will be facing this man, the Iron Destroyer, Fisto Flash, in just a few moments. What do you predict, Fisto? FF: PAIN! NOTHIN' BUT PAIN! This feud has been goin' long enough! Now it's time to PUT UP or SHUT UP. I'm gonna reassert my dominance in the IIWF as soon as I send back Onslaught back to the butcher shop. Tonight, Onslaught, you're goin' DOWN to the Iron Destroyer! RS: Let's get movin', baby. We got an ASS-KICKIN' to get to! [Cut back to normal shot as Stone and Fisto head out of the scene.] LM: Fisto Flash predicts total dominance over Onslaught tonight! We'll see whether or not he can make good on that prediction... let's get up to the ring! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH: =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Fisto Flash vs. Onslaught --------------------------- [Sparkplug Lee steps into the ring once more.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a special falls count anywhere match! There will be no countouts, no disqualifications, and no submissions. The first man to score a pinfall anywhere in the building will be the winner! [Pop!] Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Robo Stone, hailing from Brooklyn, New York, and weighing in at 305lbs, here is the Iron Destroyer: Fisto Flash! [Huge heel pop as "Eye of the Tiger" starts up and Fisto Flash steps out into the spotlight at the head of the aisle. His manager follows close behind, and the two men make their way down to the ring.] RA: And introducing his opponent: hailing from Mexico City, weighing in at 229lbs, here is the crimson warrior... Onslaught! [Big pop as the lights in the arena drop and red mist begins to pour from the entranceway. Big pop as Onslaught, bedecked in his skeletal "armour" costume, steps out into the aisle. He waits for a few moments at the entranceway, apparently beckoning to somebody to follow him out into the aisle.] LM: What's going on here? Is this Onslaught's big surprise? BL: He'd better not be bringing out a goat or a bunch of pigs. LM: What are you talking about?! [A figure in a wheelchair propels himself out into the aisle. The crowd goes almost silent as they realise who it is, and then erupt with a huge pop.] LM: It can't be! Is that really Tony Starks?! BL: You're kidding me. LM: It is! Tony Starks is accompanying Onslaught to ringside! If you remember, fans, Starks was paralysed after a tragic plane crash in August which claimed Hunter "the Machine" Robertson as a victim, and it was believed that he could be bed-ridden for the rest of his life, but here he is! Just three months on, and Starks is able to get himself about in a wheelchair! What a fighter this man is. BL: He's still a loser. LM: Becky! How can you say that?! I am truly stunned to see Starks out here tonight, folks! [holds his earpiece] I'm told that there's another disturbance in the parking lot area -- an unauthorised vehicle has pulled into the restricted loading bay area. Let's stay with these scenes. Look at Fisto Flash! He looks like he's seen a ghost! [In the ring, Robo Stone and Fisto Flash look on agape as Onslaught and Starks make their way down to ringside. As Onslaught approaches the ring, Stone shakes Flash into action, and a look of anger and determination crosses Fisto's face as he slides out of the ring and launches himself at Onslaught. The two begin brawling uncontrollably in the aisle. Starks manages to wheel himself safely past and takes position at ringside, where he is mobbed by incredulous fans. He smiles and hi-fives as many as he can reach. Meanwhile, Fisto pulls Onslaught's ceremonial garb off him, before clubbing him with a huge forearm that sends him crashing into the steel crowd barrier. Flash hauls Onslaught back to his feet and hoists him above his head before dropping him throat-first onto the railings. Huge heel pop! Fisto reaches over the barrier into the crowd, and shoves a few fans out of the way. The crowd scatters as Fisto grabs a folding chair and brings it crashing down into Onslaught's lower abdomen. The male members of the crowd let out a collective gasp of sympathy. Onslaught doubles up and rolls across the aisle as Fisto slams the chair down on him repeatedly.] LM: Wow! What punishment Onslaught is taking here! He's going to be singing a couple of octaves higher in the shower for the next couple of days. BL: You think Onslaught _sings_, Larry? LM: Hmm. On second thoughts, perhaps not. [Fisto drops the dented chair, and drags Onslaught to his feet. He holds him up by the neck with both hands, and the crimson warrior struggles to get free. Somehow, he manages to get his feet on top of the crowd barrier, and breaks free of Fisto's grip, before, cat-like, performing a leap off the barriers into a Frankensteiner on the staggered Fisto, sending him crashing into the ring barriers! Huge pop! Both men are laid out in the aisle. The crowd chants "On - slaught! On - slaught!" and encourages Onslaught sufficiently for him to drag himself to his feet. He drags Fisto down towards the ring, and eventually manages to roll him in under the bottom rope.] LM: What action we're seeing here, folks! Onslaught truly is a remarkable athlete! I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like that Frankensteiner before. Hold on... [holds his earpiece] I understand that none other than Mr. Kobiashi, the mysterious man who had been trying to buy off Tony Starks just before the plane crash, and who was suspected to have had something to do with the accident, has arrived here at the arena, and is making his way down to the ring area! This could mean big problems for Onslaught and Starks... BL: Looks like Kobiashi wants to finish the business he started a few months ago. [Onslaught bounds to the top rope, and leaps into the ring with a shooting star press, landing hard on Fisto Flash. Huge pop! However, he is distracted from making the pin due to the arrival of Mr. Kobiashi in the aisle. Huge heel pop as the suited businessman makes his way down to ringside. Onslaught leaves the ring to confront Kobiashi but is cnfronted by Robo Stone, who keeps him at bay while Kobiashi approaches an increasingly agitated Tony Starks. Kobiashi gets in Starks' face, and the two argue in words which the cameras' mics fail to pick up. Something Starks says clearly upsets Kobiashi a great deal, and the businessman takes a swing at the wheelchair-bound wrestler. Big pop as Starks grabs Kobiashi's fist. Kobiashi wriggles free, and hightails it up the aisle. Starks wheels himself after his assailant. Meanwhile, Onslaught has nailed Robo Stone and been dragged back onto the ring apron by Fisto Flash. Onslaught suddenly spins around and spits red mist in Fisto's face, stunning the Iron Destroyer. Fisto staggers backwards, and Onslaught performs an incredible display of agility. He grabs the ropes, and catapults himself into the air, feet first. He scissors Fisto's head with his legs, and as he tumbles backwards, still hanging onto the ropes with both hands, manages to flip the wrong-footed Fisto out of the ring and all the way to the arena floor! Huge pop as Flash clatters into the steel crowd barriers headfirst.] LM: There's too much action going on to call here, folks! Starks is approaching the head of the aisle, where Kobiashi disappeared only a couple of moments ago, and Onslaught has just performed an incredible move! Onslaught's going for the cover - one - two - three! He got him! Wow! [Ding! Ding! Ding! The referee raises Onslaught's hand in victory, and the luchador slumps to the apron with his exhaustion. Suddenly, however, there is a commotion at the head of the aisle as Starks disappears through the curtain. Cut to a camera placed just behind the entranceway curtain. Tony Starks has been knocked from his wheelchair, which lies upended in the background, and is being beaten by Casey James with a steel chair. In the background, Brian Lau and Mr. Kobiashi can be seen smiling broadly. James cracks Starks over the back of the head with the chair, and raises it high above his head for a second time.] LM: This is horrific! Tony Starks is crippled, and Casey James is attacking him?! Is Brian Lau in league with this Kobiashi individual?! Somebody has to stop this! If Casey hits Starks in the back with that chair, he could kill him! [Security personnel swarm onto the scene in almost the same instant that Onslaught bursts through the curtain and attacks Casey James. The camera is jostled by the hordes of officials who swarm onto the scene, and Lau and Kobiashi can be seen departing in the background. Cut back to the announcers' table.] LM: I'm shocked, folks... I can't believe that the Syndicate would be low enough to attack Tony Starks while he's still recuperating from that career-ending injury. What kind of sick men are they?! BL: Kobiashi pays out good money, Larry. Just ask Fisto Flash, who was paid to put Starks out of commission a few months back. Perhaps Kobiashi has realised that if he really wants Starks put out for good, he's got to hire men who can finish the job. Who better than the Syndicate? LM: I can't believe you can be so cold about this, Becky! I believe the security teams have managed to clear the scene backstage, and paramedics are on their way to the Coliseum to treat Tony Starks. What a horrible attack. Folks, we're running out of time, so we must move on. Before we get back up to the ring for tonight's main event, let's hear from the Harlequins as they prepare to tag up with Marty Warnett to face Lord Byron and "Superstar" Stud Stetson: [Cut to the Harlequins in their locker room, preparing for the match.] COMEDY: HAHAHA! We gotcha right where we want ya! HAHAHAHA! Winterfresh and Spacey Lacey! You've got another thing coming to ya if you think you're gonna pull something tonight! TRAGEDY: People always ask, "why do bad things happen to good people?" The truth is, there are no "good people." Everyone gets what's coming to them. Tonight, Byron and Stetson, you're getting yours. [Cut back to ringside.] LM: I dare say that the partnership of Tragedy and Warnett will be a much more successful one than Byron and Stetson, who have been at each other's throats in a big way. BL: Just wait until they get into the ring. Then they'll see that it's much more important to get their hands on their opponents' throats. LM: Byron has been missing since his bust-up with Stetson last night. I wonder if he'll be here tonight? BL: He's scheduled, isn't he? LM: Well, yes, but... BL: Then he'll be here. Why do you make things so complicated? LM: But... =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Marty Warnett & Harlequin Tragedy vs. "Superstar" Stud Stetson & Lord Byron =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= [Sparkplug Lee steps into the glare of the spotlights once more.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for tonight's main event! [Pop] This special tag contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Comedy, here are Marty Warnett and Harlequin Tragedy! [The crowd pops as the two stars make their appearance at the head of the aisle. Warnett slaps the hands of fans on the way to the ring, and Tragedy talks with Comedy.] BL: What a pair of dorks. LM: These are IIWF stars! And the fans love them! BL: Which makes it worse. [The video wall flickers on behind Warnett and Tragedy, and they turn in surprise.] LM: Hold on! On the video wall! It's Byron! [Byron appears on the screen, smirking, in the study of his Louisiana home.] Byron: Good evening, Mr. Warnett, Tragedy, and of course the beautiful Comedy. I am _so_ sorry I couldn't make it here tonight, but I have been suffering from a rather severe bout of the flu, *cough* *cough* [smirk] and I really had no choice but to take the advice of my physician and rest. *cough* Can't ignore the doctor's orders.... LM: Oh, come on! There's nothing wrong with him! Look at him laughing! BL: And look at Walnut! The punk's going crazy in there! LM: Tragedy and Comedy don't look too pleased either... Byron: However, never let it be said that Lord Byron will leave a partner unaided. *cough* [smirk] Mr. Stetson, I fully appreciate your desire to rend these two peons limb from limb, and so, I have managed to secure you a new tag team partner. Now would everyone please give a warm welcome for the one of the only man I truly trust, weighing in at 224lbs, here is Reeves the Butler! [The picture on the screen fades, with Byron laughing his head off. As the screen fades, a man dressed in a completely ridiculous black wrestling singlet with a coat, tails and bow tie design on it makes his way towards the ring, nose high in the air, accompanied by the Lady DeWinter.] LM: Is this some kind of sick joke? Look at him! BL: Do I have to? LM: This is disgusting. Byron is sending a servant down to wrestle Warnett and Tragedy for him? Is this his idea of revenge on Stetson for their bust-up last night? [Stetson bolts out of the locker room area and begins arguing with DeWinter. She pulls him away from the ring, and says a few words. Stetson calms down, and starts laughing, before shaking Reeves' hand and getting back into the ring.] LM: I'd love to know what was said there... BL: I'm sure you would. [The bell rings, and the match starts off with Warnett facing Reeves. The two men lock up, and Warnett comes out on top with a twist of the arm. Reeves yells in pain and works his way to the corner, where he tags in Stetson. Stetson enters and pops Warnett in the face. Warnett staggers back and gets hit with a clotesline which send him to the mat. Warnett rolls to his corner and tags in Tragedy. Tragedy enters and executes a dropkick on Stetson, which staggers him. Tragedy follows up with another dropkick, and Stetson hits the mat. Stetson rolls to his corner for the tag, and Reeves enters again. Reeves gestures towards Warnett, beckoning him in. Tragedy turns to Warnett, and Warnett nods his head. Tragedy tags him in, and Warnett charges Reeves. Reeves runs away, trying to elude Warnett while staying in the ring.] LM: I don't know why Byron even bothered providing this guy. BL: What do you mean? Look at the power in those legs! [Reeves immediately tags out to Stetson, who enters the ring. The two men lock up, and Stetson gets a headlock on Warnett. Warnett throws Stetson into the ropes, and is hit with a vicious clothesline from Stetson. Stetson grabs hold of the dazed Warnett and ties him up in the ropes. Lady DeWinter hits the apron twice and begins making rude gestures to Comedy. Comedy comes after DeWinter, and chases her up the aisle. Stetson waltzes over to Tragedy and slaps him in the face, causing Tragedy to enter the ring. The ref cuts him off, allowing Reeves and Stetson to both beat up on Warnett. Suddenly, Byron rolls out from under the ring holding a cane.] LM: Hey! BL: What? LM: That's Byron! BL: Yes, it is. [Byron moves in behind Tragedy and smacks the cane into Tragedy's knee. The ref calls for the bell, but that doesn't stop Byron from hitting Tragedy in the head a few times with the cane. Stetson and Reeves continue to beat up on Warnett. Byron calls over to Stetson, and Stetson holds Warnett's head, forcing him to watch what's to come. Byron locks a figure four onto Tragedy, and laughs at Warnett. Warnett fights to free himself, but Stetson makes sure he's held fast. Reeves moves over to Tragedy and punches him a few times while the figure four is on. Tragedy seems to be in immense pain, but can't do anything about it after the cane shots. Byron lets go of the figure four and walks over to Warnett, slapping him in the face. He walks back to Tragedy and locks on the Aristoclutch. At that point, the Jobber Justice Squad runs to the ring and tries to separate the men involved. Stetson tries to continue his assault on Warnett, but is restrained. Someone forces Byron to break his leglock-sleeperhold, and Reeves gets subdued easily. The three men are escorted back up the aisle.] LM: That was disgusting. BL: I know... These guys should have let it go on longer. LM: I'll never understand you, Becky. BL: That's just the way I like it. ["Cold Gin" starts up over the PA, and the fans pop large as Warnett helps Tragedy to his feet.] RA: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners as the result of a disqualification: Marty Warnett and Harlequin Tragedy! [Big pop as Warnett raises the winded Tragedy's arm. Fireworks explode in the rafters of the Coliseum as the two athletes celebrate their win in the ring. Cut to the broadcast table.] LM: It's a victory for Warnett and Harlequin, but a hollow one, it must be said. Even if Byron and Stetson didn't have that little debacle planned, it certainly came off well for them. Folks, we're right out of time here on Midweek Mayhem. It's been a tremendous night of action and surprises, and it's only a pity that tonight's broadcast will be the last live midweek broadcast for the time being. Over the past five months, we've seen title changes, alliances, double-crosses, thrills, spills, ba... BL: [interrupting] Larry, will you just do the wrap-up?! LM: Sorry, Becky. There's more incredible live IIWF action coming your way this Saturday Night, folks, when Dan Kauffman faces his demons in more than one way, as he goes up against Cadaver. There will also be title action as Hakiro Matsuoko defends his newly-won Cruiserweight Championship against the White Phoenix, and much more. Until then, this is Larry Morton, for the lovely Becky LaRue, signing off. Goodnight, folks! [Cut to Warnett and Tragedy, who is limping slightly, as they begin to make their way up the aisle, hi-fiving the fans. Fade] +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I * I * W * F =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+ | President: Daniel Spreadbury | Vice-President: Steve Owens | | univ0322@sable.ox.ac.uk | sowens@admin.presby.edu | | iiwf@sisko.demon.co.uk | IIWFadmin@aol.com | +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- http://www.sisko.demon.co.uk -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+