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As the lights rise, the IIWF logo fades onto the screen of the television, and the figures are revealed to be Tim Dross and Becky LaRue.] TD: Welcome everybody to Rome! The IIWF's world tour winds ever onwards, and tonight we are here in gorgeous Rome, Italy. I'm Tim Dross, and beside me as usual is my beautiful broadcast colleague, Becky LaRue. BL: Flattery will get you nowhere, Timmy. Money, on the other hand... TD: [interrupting] That's quite enough, thank you, Becky. BL: Hey, Timmy, do you know why Italy's shaped like a boot? TD: [resignedly] No, Becky, why is Italy shaped like a boot? BL: Because it's full of shi... TD: [interrupting] Okay, thanks, Becky. Folks, we've got a tremendous hour coming your way tonight. We'll have all the results from the matches as the IIWF superstars did battle in the Piazza Dome earlier tonight, we'll be hearing from the IIWF President concerning the final six entrants into the Lethal Lottery for Snow Brawl, which is now less than two weeks away, and much more. But before we get to all that, fans, I must first report a very distressing incident which occurred earlier today. As has become apparent in recent weeks, arrogant newcomer "Superstar" Stud Stetson has taken an immediate dislike to the IIWF's Welsh wizard, Marty Warnett, and the feeling has been mutual. Over the past few weeks, Stetson and his valet, the devious Lace, have been attacking Warnett both verbally and physically, and for his past couple of matches, have sent a stretcher crew down to ringside. Warnett has continued his climb up the rankings unabated, however, and as we saw on Friday, isn't afraid to strike back: [Cut to footage subtitled "Last Week". Marty Warnett stands outside a London hotel in the car park. He's dressed in street clothes, holding a baseball bat. The car park is virtually empty. He stands next to a Corvette.] MW: Stetson, I know you're in your room with Lace, I guess planning strategy for when we meet. And believe me, we will. So, I guess this must be your car, huh? What I always wanted to know, the insurance premiums must be pretty high? If anybody attacked it, would it cost a lot to fix? Heck, I DON'T CARE! [Marty goes berserk, smashing windscreen, bonnet, doors, windows in a prolonged attack on the vehicle with the bat. When finished, the Corvette is undriveable, needing a lot of work. Security personnel rush out of a far door.] Stetson, you send me to the hospital, I send one of your things to the morgue! [The shot freezes as Warnett stands among the wreckage.] TD: However, fans, as you are about to see, Stud Stetson attempted earlier today to send Marty Warnett not only to the hospital, but to the morgue. The following footage is very graphic, folks, so viewer discretion is advised: [Camcorder footage courtesy of a fan taping Marty Warnett as he signs autographs. Suddenly, a speeding Corvette comes into view and directly races towards a young fan. Marty dives in front of the kid, taking the brunt of the blow. He rolls over the bonnet, and groans as he hits the floor. Most fans scatter from the scene, but the fan with the camcorder remains, trying to get closer to Warnett. Warnett tries to make his way back to his feet, but is hit by the car a second time, knocking him up against a wall. Stud Stetson walks out of the vehicle and begins to land shots onto Warnett, before dragging him back up and ramming his head onto the hood of the car. Warnett's nose is busted open, and blood pours down his face. Stetson grabs his semi-conscious foe by the neck, and shouts in his face.] SS: So how do you like my new wheels, Warnett?! You seemed to have a personal interest with my last car so I thought I would introduce my brand new Corvette to you. [He lifts Warnett back up and delivers several blows to him. He then summons Lace out of the car and tells her to snatch the camcorder from the fan, which she does, despite the fan attempting to flee the scene. Lace drags the fan back to Stetson, and he is seen in the shot.] SS: [towards the fan] So you want to get up close and personal with the action, punk? [Stetson runs towards the young male adult fan and hits him with a hard Lariat. He brutally lands kicks on the twenty-something male. He then lifts the guy into a military press and drops him on his knee, executing the Fall From Grace, before spitting on the fallen fan.] SS: Now stay out of my [bleep]ing business! Lace, zoom in on this. [Stetson props Warnett up against the wall before getting back into his car. He attempts to ram Warnett into the wall with the car, but Warnett summons his last ounce of energy, and dives out of the way. Stetson's car hits the wall with force, seriously denting the front of it. He gtes out of the car to survey the damage.] SS: Huh, only a car. Look at Warnett! So, IIWF, how does your hero look now? Let this be a lesson to you all. Noone messes with the destiny of Stud Stetson! Now let's get the hell out of here, Lace! [The camera is dropped to the floor, and static fills the screen. Cut back to Tim Dross in the studio.] TD: Fans, I don't know what to say. I am truly shocked by the actions of Stud Stetson. The authorities were quickly on the scene, finding that video footage at Warnett's side. Paramedics rushed to aid Warnett, and amazingly, it emerged that he has not sustained any serious injuries. Warnett's nose was broken, and he has suffered severe bruising to his ribs and torso, but he should be fit enough to return to action in time for the Lethal Lottery at Snow Brawl next Saturday night. BL: Warnett's taken beating after beating in the past few weeks. His knee's been injured, he's been attacked by Stetson, Lord Byron, and the departed Universal Powers, he's been hit by a car, and he's thinking about wrestling next Saturday night?! The guy's even more stupid than he looks. TD: What surprised me more, Becky, was the fact that Warnett has refused to press charges with the authorities, despite the video footage giving the police everything they needed to put Stetson away for a very long time. BL: Again you have to look inside Warnett's nut-sized brain. Most smart people would figure that they'd be better off if Stetson was locked up and the key was thrown away, but ol' Warty Walnut wants the chance to try and finish this himself, one-on-one in the ring. You notice I said "try", Timmy. TD: Well, a meeting between Warnett and Stetson can't be too far in the future, Becky. However, the police here in Rome will be pressing charges against Stetson on counts of disturbing the peace, and damage to public property. The IIWF's legal department have become involved, and it seems likely that Stetson will escape with a very heavy fine. If you ask me, he got extremely lucky. BL: It's Warnett who got lucky, Timmy. Stetson could have killed him there. TD: That's very true. Fans, as you can imagine, Marty Warnett was unable to wrestle tonight, and he will not be wrestling until Snow Brawl, but we'll hear what he has to say about this situation when you interview him, Becky, this Saturday Night. BL: One thing I know about Walnut is that he'd drag himself out of hospital to be on my show. He worships the ground I walk on, Timmy. TD: I've heard some interesting things about Warnett, you and copious amounts of blancmange, Becky. BL: Blancmange?! What _is_ blancmange, dammit?! TD: I really wouldn't like to say, Becky. Let's now move on to discuss the events in the Piazza Dome tonight. Our broadcast colleague, "Soundbite" Steve Roberts, is still in the arena. Steve, can you hear me? [Tim and Becky turn to face the television screen, on which appears an excited Steve Roberts, standing in a now almost-empty arena, while ring technicians disassemble the squared circle and the lighting rigs.] SR: Of course I can hear you, you moron. Dross, I've got a big breaking story to report. Just a few minutes ago, one Steve "the Fury" Kowalski had a face-to-face confrontation with the IIWF President backstage here at the Piazza Dome, which has resulted in Kowalski being suspended from action! TD: You're kidding me, Steve! SR: No, Dross, I'm not. This is big news. It's not every day that the IIWF President gets his ass kicked by a wrestler. We caught the incident on tape, and we'll be able to roll it in just a few moments. TD: Well, it's certainly true that Kowalski is somewhat unhappy about being passed over for a shot at the Intercontinental Championship at Snow Brawl. [looking off camera] Can we run that tape while we're waiting for this footage? [holding his earpiece] We can... Okay, folks, here are some pretaped comments from Steve Kowalski, made when he heard about the Shakespeare vs. Sexton match for Snow Brawl: [Cut to footage subtitled "Last Saturday Night". Backstage, Steve "The Fury" Kowalski is sipping a Rolling Rock and watching President Spreadbury make his announcements on the upcoming IIWF Snow Brawl. Kowalski smiles at the news of the White Phoenix being added to the Lethal Lottery.] SK: [Clapping his hands] Okay! Chopstix has just entered my world! Pay back is a bitch, little man. I'll see ya in a few. [Turning to grab another beer] Christmas has come early. Maybe I'll grab a seat and watch DB wreck "Trash". Heavyweight champion, my ass! [He seems to be enjoying the announcements for the matches, of course cheering for all the heels, until the Intercontinental Title match is announced. The Fury is up and screaming.] SK: WHAT!?! What the ! I just kicked his ass! And he gets the shot!?! [Kowalski races out of his dressing room, kicking the door open. Cut back to the studio.] BL: It's easy to understand why Kowalski would be frustrated at Sexton getting the shot at little Willie, Timmy. TD: Of course, but the accusations fired by Sexton at the front office made this eventual confrontation with Shakespeare almost inevitable. The IIWF Pres... [Dross is interrupted by Steve Roberts.] SR: Dross, we've got the tape. You're not going to believe this. Roll it. [Cut to the footage subtitled "Earlier Tonight", recorded by a handheld camera. President Spreadbury is in the arena hallway speaking to "Nifty" Ned Norton. The IIWF crew is running around trying to get set up for the next match; quite a hectic scene.] NN: Mr. Spreadbury, It's not like I'm asking for a title shot, I would just like a more glamorous entrance. I put a lot of time into this federation, you know. DS: Ned, we appreciate the effort you put into the IIWF. But you have to understand, we have a limited budget. The wrestlers who draw the most fans get more for their entrances. We're talking about Kauffman, White Phoenix, Verhoeven, and Tiger Claw. These people fill the seats. To be honest, jobbers are on the bottom. NN: I would rather you didn't use that word. DS: Which word? NN: "Jobber." I prefer "Rankings challenged." Hey, two kids asked for my auto...URK! [Spreadbury turns white. The New Jersey Nightmare, Steve "The Fury" Kowalski, bursts onto the scene. Kowalski cracks Norton with a devastating left, resulting in Norton dropping like a sack of potatoes. Kowalski backs Spreadbury into a corner, poking him in the chest. An intern runs off yelling for security.] SK: Didn't think I could do double duty, Spreadbury? I could win the lethal lottery _and_ whip Shakes! Is my memory bad or sumthin'? Did I not SKULLPUMP Sexton, did I not take the win!?! Huh, !?! DS: Now... now... uh, Steve. Can we get security over here?! Steve, Sexton was due the shot a long time ago. You'll eventually get your shot. You just have to put your time in. [Kowalski grabs his tie] Let's not be rash here. [Norton gets up and grabs Kowalski. The Fury drops him on his back with an elbow smash. Kowalski then locks on a Texas Clover Leaf, for President Spreadbury to see.] SK: _This_ is in your future, Spreadbury! I want you to see what it looks like! NN: I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! WHERE'S THE REF!?! DS: [Seeing the security running up] You just bought yourself a suspension until Snow Brawl, Kowalski! Get him already! NN: I SAID "I GIVE UP!" RING THE BELL! SK: [Being dragged away by five security guards] Go ahead suspend me, motherer! I made my point! Ya can't protect your champs forever! Ya have three weeks, call your lawyers! Make it happen! [Kowalski is dragged off. Spreadbury slumps to the floor, obviously shaken.] DS: Maniac scares the hell out of me. Are you okay, Ned? NN: [Grumbling] I... think I... will need some... time off. [Cut back to Roberts in the arena, grinning widely.] SR: Wasn't that just the greatest thing you ever saw, Dross? TD: No, it was not, Steve. I'm not surprised that Kowalski has been suspended. That was abominable conduct. There's no place in the IIWF for that kind of behaviour. SR: I couldn't agree less, Dross. Kowalski knows what he wants, and he knows how to make it happen. A ten-day suspension is small change, Dross. Kowalski wants that title, and he's going to make sure he gets it. TD: Billy Shakespeare had better watch his back -- he's certainly a marked man right now. Thanks very much, Steve. We'll be back with you a little later on. [Tim and Becky turn back to face the cameras as the IIWF logo once again appears on the television screens.] TD: Folks, it's clear that things are highly volatile here in the IIWF right now, only ten days away from Snow Brawl. We'll get comments from the IIWF President on that incident later on tonight, but for now, let's get to that recap of the matches that went down in the Piazza Dome this evening. [The images of the combatants, along with their vital statistics, fade onto the television screen behind the desk:] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Armed Forces Barnacle Brothers: NAVCOM & DEFCON vs. BARNACLE #1 BARNACLE #2 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'4" 6'8" HEIGHT 6'2" 6'4" 281lbs 362lbs WEIGHT 275lbs 320lbs Aerial Strength ATTRIBUTES Squinting Smoking Techncal Brawling Falling Chuckling Endurance Aerial Teamwork Teamwork ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: The Armed Forces were in impressive form tonight, taking out the Barnacle Brothers in double-quick time, barely letting Barnacle #2 into the ring before finishing him off with the ICBM/AK47 combination finisher. During the short-lived match, Aaron the Caddy took delivery of a package from a cable-puller, which when opened, contained a smashed up soldier doll, delivered courtesy of General Kane. It appears that G.W.R. and the Forces still have some unfinished business. [WINNERS: Armed Forces by pinfall in 3:21.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= THE SANDMAN vs. "HIGH ROLLER" JOHN McCLAIN =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'7" HEIGHT 6'5" 275lbs WEIGHT 332lbs Strength, Intelligence ATTRIBUTES Toughness, Intelligence, Technical Technical ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: The fortunes of John McClain took yet another dive when he went up against the Sandman tonight. He rolled one more "snake eyes" in what might well prove to be his IIWF swan song. I understand that McClain's contract comes up for renewal this week, and the front office are less than happy with his performances. Certainly he was no match for the Sandman tonight, who not only dominated him throughout the match, but also added insult to injury by throwing a handful of dust in his face behind the referee's back before hitting the Nightmare chokeslam for the pinfall victory. The fans' patience with McClain appears to have run out, and he was booed as he made his way back to the locker room, clawing at his eyes. [WINNER: The Sandman by pinfall in 7:53.] TD: Before we move on to discuss the next match, let's go to some comments from the Hangmen, who will soon be returning to the IIWF from their world tour: [As the scene comes to life we see the Hangmen's noose against a red background. The camera pulls into the center of the noose and a table is seen, with one of the Hangmen standing in front of it.] TH: Well, IIWF, are you ready for us yet? The Hangmen are returning to wreak havok and carnage on the ranks of the IIWF. We had a match in Istanbul, Turkey, last week and it was with an old foe. We made a lot of money off this gentlemen -- and I use that term loosely -- and now we have regained a prized possesion. [The Hangman moves to the side of the table and as the camera pulls in the Fist of Fisto is revealed.] TH: We know that Fisto has left the ranks but the prize has been recaptured again. As you all see, the Fist of Fisto has returned to its rightful owners, The Hangmen. This trophy is going on tour with us and is a symbol of what we can do, which is anything we want to. [The scene changes to a closeup of The Hangmen storming the ring and attacking The Terminator, who has the Fist of Fisto attached to his arm. One of the Hangmen slips a noose around the arm and begins to twist the noose. At the same time the other two Hangmen take another noose and slip it around the neck of The Terminator. The Terminator fights for his life, but are no match for the onslaught of The Hangmen. As The Hangmen pick their downed opponent up and toss him over the top rope, the Fist of Fisto is severed from his arm by the noose around it, and a gush of crimson is seen coming from the stump. The Hangmen tie off the other noose on the top rope and TT gasps for air, his eyes begin to bulge outward. The Hangmen grab the Fist of Fisto and exit the ring, headed to the rear of the arena. The scene shifts back to one of The Hangmen standing on a scaffold.] TH: As you can see, the Terminator is no longer. IIWF, the awesome power and fiendish minds of the Hangmen are soon to be knocking at your door. [Cut back to the studio.] TD: That's just plain chilling, folks. Let's move on. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Alphabet Boys: The Harlequins: ABIE & ZED vs. TRAGEDY & CHAOS =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'7" 6'4" HEIGHT 5'10" 6' 300lbs 289lbs WEIGHT 220lbs 235lbs Strength Cheating ATTRIBUTES Technical Strength Brawling Brawling Endurance Technical Cheating Strength Aerial Teamwork ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: Larry Morton had the opportunity to speak with the Harlequins before their match earlier tonight. They had some very interesting comments. BL: Let's roll that footage! [Cut to the Harlequins back in the locker room with Larry Morton.] LM: Hello fans, I'm here with the Harlequins: Tragedy, Comedy, Chaos and Melody. They are preparing for their first IIWF Tag Team Match against Abie and Zed, The Alphabet Boys. Gentlemen, you have been in the middle of a lot of things since you came to the IIWF. But you don't seem to be too concerned with that now. COMEDY: HAHAHA! Larry! You know perfectly well that in this sport, you take things one match at a time! As second-generation wrestlers, Trag and Chaos know this very well. LM: I see, well focused as you may be, you cannot deny that there have been a lot of events that have revolved around the four of you. Things have not been settled between you and Lord Byron or Stud Stetson. Otto Verhoeven has challenged Tragedy to a rematch, and I would believe you would want some retribution for what The Sandman did last week. Plus, this past Saturday you were seen in the rafters during the World Tag Team Title match! TRAGEDY: Mr. Morton, sir, that doesn't concern us in the slightest right now. Our only concern at the moment is ruining the lives of the Alphabet Boys. CHAOS: Do we have to wrestle them, Trag? They're kinda weird. LM: Weird? You're calling _them_.... MELODY: Smile and nod. LM: What? MELODY: He's 6ft 7in, 325 lbs. Whatever he says, just smile and nod! LM: I get your point. But please, what about Byron, Stetson, Verhoeven and Sandman? Will there be a confrontation? TRAGEDY: The Byron incident was regrettable. [Tragedy glares at Chaos who hangs his head] Mr. Stetson won't even exist after Warnett gets through with him. And as for Verhoeven and Sandman... LM: Yes? [Tragedy gets right up in Morton's face, so close that Morton's face appears green from Tragedy's glowing eyes.] TRAGEDY: Everyone gets what's coming to them, Mr. Morton. Sooner or later, Tragedy strikes. COMEDY: And when you mess with one of us.... MELODY [singing]: You mess with all of us! CHAOS: Damn straight! [Tragedy steps back. Comedy grabs his arm while Chaos and Melody get behind him.] TRAGEDY: Now if you'll excuse us.... [The Harlequins put on their steel masks and leave the room. Cut back to the studio.] TD: The Harlequins looked determined to make examples out of the Alphabet Boys, and they certainly managed it, although not in the fashion which they might have liked. The ABoys were distracted by the arrival in the aisle of former tag champs, Rising Sun Revolution, who appeared to be returning the favour of the Harlequins, who scouted their match at the weekend. For some reason, Abie and Zed appear to be developing some kind of obsession with the Demon and the Dragon, and as soon as they noticed RSR in the aisle, ran out to talk to them. Despite Ryudu and Hiroshi's attempts to get the ABoys to return to the ring, Abie and Zed were far more interested in being with RSR. As a consequence, the Harlequins scored a countout victory. BL: You really have to wonder about the Alphabet Morons, Timmy. What is it with them and Rising Damp Devolution? TD: I'm not sure, but we'll try to get some comments from Abie and Zed for Friday's report. [WINNERS: The Harlequins by countout in 6:22.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= CREED vs. CHESHIRE =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'4" HEIGHT 6' 275lbs WEIGHT 220lbs Toughness, Strength, ATTRIBUTES Endurance, Technical, Intelligence Aerial ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: Creed and Cheshire were scheduled to meet last Saturday Night in the Royal Albert Hall, but their match was interrupted in the early stages by the return of one Chris Quigley. Thus a rematch was signed for tonight, and Creed's manager, "The CEO" Jack Montgomery, is pleased that his man will have another chance to prove himself: [SCENE: The videotape from Dec. 7 at the Royal Albert Hall rolls, showing Chris Quigley hitting Creed over the back of the head with a chair. Cut to the surprisingly spartan offices of the manager of Creed, "The CEO" Jack Montgomery, in midtown Manhattan. Although his immaculate appearance does not reveal it, Montgomery has flown directly from London to New York and has spent the night working on corporate business. There is a subtle smile on the face of the trim Montgomery. However, no similar emotion is found in his steel blue eyes.] CEO: I suppose an average man might be upset. Given the volume of... "resource" which was utilized for the purpose of developing the finest professional wrestling machine on the planet -- the man you know as Creed -- we expected a touch more of an immediate return on our investment Saturday Night. An average man might be upset. But as the fans of the IIWF had just begun to realize when his debut came to a premature end Saturday night, Creed is not an average man. In victory, defeat, or whatever it was that happened last night, Creed's equilibrium is unalterable. His only words last night came after the Corporate jet had safely reached JFK. Creed, without turning to look at me said simply, "Who's next?" Well, who _is_ next, IIWF? We would at this time like to formally request a rematch with Cheshire. Not that we have any particular interest in Cheshire, I just don't much like to leave unfinished business and would soon as watch Creed smack around that monkey-boy again as well as any of the other "superstars" of the IIWF. Which brings us to you, Chris Quigley. Believe me, I understand the desperation you must feel, your career drifting away, your best days long behind you, the fading memories of your former glory filling your life with so much emptiness. It can make a man do foolish things. Act out of weakness. But in your need to reach that spotlight one final time, you got in the way of the wrong man, Chris Quigley. You made a mistake. And it will be remembered. [Cut back to the studio.] TD: I understand that Montgomery has been petitioning the front office to sign a match between Quigley and Creed for this Saturday Night. What a match that would be. But let's turn our attentions back to this encounter, which saw Cheshire frustrate Creed not only with his speed and acrobatic agility, but also with his incessant giggling and sniggering. BL: I think he's found the stock of Robo Stone's laughing gas, Timmy. TD: Perhaps so, but in the end, Creed caught up with Cheshire, and that was the beginning of the end for the German circus performer. Once Creed managed to slow the pace of the match down, he really came into his own with some tremendous power moves, putting Cheshire away with a series of left hands, followed by a chokeslam. Creed could have finished things there, but he dragged Cheshire to the top rope to execute his devastating flying powerbomb off the top for the pinfall. A very impressive performance from Creed, but I don't doubt that Cheshire will bounce back from this minor setback. He meets Mr. Damage this weekend. [WINNER: Creed by pinfall in 14:25.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= DIRT DOG UNIQUE ALLAH vs. "NIFTY" NED NORTON (sub. Marty Warnett) =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'2" HEIGHT 6' 238lbs WEIGHT 245lbs Intelligence, Technical, ATTRIBUTES Mat, Technical, Aerial Aerial ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: Due to the brutal attack at the hands of Stud Stetson earlier today, Marty Warnett was unable to participate in this encounter, so Dirt Dog Unique Allah got a somewhat easier IIWF debut than he expected, instead facing "Nifty" Ned Norton. Unique made the following comments earlier this week, before Warnett was knocked out of this match: [Cut to Dirt Dog Unique Allah pulling in some milk from outside his window. He doesn't have a refridgerator so he has to hang his milk outside to keep it cold. He mixes some in a glass with a big dash of rum and swigs down the mix. He looks sick for a moment then opens his mouth and lets out a yell.] Unique: AHH!! I said YEAHH!! Ah, ain't nothin' like a little drinky-drink to keep a brotha from throwin' up his milk. You know my momma used to mix me these same things to keep me asleep at night. Best medicine momma ever gave me. Now the IIWF tellin' me I gotta wrestle some guy named Warner, Warnett? I don't know what the hell his name is, but he standin' between me and my paycheque. I mean, I got bills to pay, furniture to buy. I gotta get my wife back and stuff. Man, I need this cash. And Warner, let me tell you something, you never come between me and my money, because that's just cuttin' yo throat. I'm the Dirt Dog, don't f@*k with ME!! See, you better wear a Trojan in this match, 'cause I'm gonna be on you like some nasty disease. You gonna catch something. A beat down, an ass-whuppin' like your momma never gave you! Boy, you ain't got a chance. 'Cause I went out and got me a manager ... the most beautifullest woman in the world ... next to my wife, of course, wherever she is ... hell, she even better-looking than Shakeemah. Especially walking away from you, know what I mean? So, without a moment to spare, let me introduce to you the finest lady, the tastiest treat I ever laid my eyes on -- I mean, she don't need no salt, no butter, no seasoning ... nothin' she as good as a muhfuh. I swear to you. From my house ... to your house ... to the top of the world ... the woman they call Medusa ... RAGE! [A striking, muscular black woman with dreadlocks strides purposefully into the frame. Medusa is over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and straight-hipped. She wears a black catsuit which hugs her very visible muscles. She has thick, full lips and high-cheekbones to go along with her hazel eyes which are lighter than her dark chocolate skin. Her head is a nest of dreadlocks wrapped around into a crown. She looks supremely confident.] Medusa: Mr. Warnett, don't worry. I've been studying you very closely. Your win over Lord Byron was very impressive, but that winning streak of yours is about to come to an end. See, Unique and I have an arrangement, a partnership .... [Medusa glances over her shoulder to catch Unique staring openly at her bottom, his mouth open a trail of drool running out the corner of his mouth. She taps him.] Unique: Huh, oh sorry, can't have me standin' back behind you like that and not take a little peek, can you? You know I'm a nasty muhfuh. You know that. Girl, you got the junk in the trunk, speed bump rump. Yeahhh!! Medusa: Concentrate, Unique. Remember money. That's what this is about. Unique: Yeah, Warnett messin' with my money, ain't he? He's dead! I'm tellin' all y'all muhfuhs out there right muhfuhing now that that man is walkin' with his throat cut. Ain't no way I ain't gettin' my cash. So Warnett, use a Trojan. I know some o' y'all don't like to use 'cause you feel all tight and closed in, but with the raw, dirty stuff the Dirt Dog brings to the ring I tell you, you bound to catch sumthin'. You's a dead man walking. Yeah, I said. I'm tired of goin' down to Face-to-face to collect a monthly cheque. Warnett, you got a disease and I'm dirty insulin. Hear me? Medusa: All right, Unique, that's enough. You just remember my contingency fee. Unique: Contingency? I ain't know what the hell that means. Medusa: [smiling] Perfect. [Cut back to the studio.] BL: Now there's a woman who knows what she wants, and how she can get it. But why's she with a hopeless bum like that Dirt Dog? He's enough to make a girl sick. TD: He's enough to make _anybody_ sick, Becky, and Ned Norton was no exception in the ring tonight. He seemed overpowered by Unique's stench, and Unique himself looked... er, under the influence, shall we say. It didn't take very long for Unique to put Norton away, and although the Dirt Dog had been at the demon drink, he still managed to string together an impressive offensive volley, including a flying hurricarana and a tilt-a-whirl suplex. He finished Norton with his Fatal Flying Guillotine -- a remarkable move in which he stun guns his opponent on the top rope, bounces off the far side of the ring, and leapfrogs over the opponent to clothesline him before rolling him up from behind for the pin. Norton really didn't know whether he was coming or going, Becky. BL: He was probably high on the fumes coming off that low-life bum. I'm surprised Medusa didn't need a gas mask to be so close to that guy. [WINNER: Dirt Dog Unique Allah by pinfall in 4:20.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SERGE ANNIS vs. EL SUPER GECKO =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'8" HEIGHT 6'1" 293lbs WEIGHT 225lbs Strength, Intelligence, ATTRIBUTES Mat, Technical, Aerial Brawling ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: We got our first look at the man who calls himself the Epitome of Evil, Serge Annis, in London last Saturday Night, but he made his ring debut tonight against El Super Gecko. Let's go to some comments made by Annis as he prepared to make his IIWF debut: [Cut to Serge Annis in his locker room before his match.] SA: Tonight... embarks Serge Annis on a brand new journey... one into the unknown....WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT I LIKE! EL SUPER GECKO, TONIGHT NOT ONLY WILL YOUR LIFE FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES... but you get the extreme honor... of facing the wrath of Annis FIRST! I will make an example of you, Gecko... lizards... FOR ALL OF YOU WHO MAY OF HEARD .... THERE ARE SOME VERY STUPID THINGS SAID ABOUT ME! Things said in vain... things said in jealousy, I don't know. People say I am obssesed with fire... people say I am psychotic... but those are all lies... because I am two things... The Epitome of Evil....and the lethal protector... DAN KAUFFMAN! YOU CHALLENGED ME TO COME HERE..... hehe... and now I am here... hehe..HAHAHAHHAA! Oh... and Super Gecko.. I'm not one much for symbolism... but what I plan on doing to you... well.... here's a hint.... [Annis takes out a match, and a box. The box has a gecko in it. Annis strikes the match with his teeth and drops it into the kerosine-doused box. Annis stares into the fire and grins.] Hehehe.... I'll see you in the ring, Gecko! [Cut back to the studio.] TD: Sheesh, that wasn't a real gecko, was it, Becky? BL: Who cares? Besides, you can't hurt the lizard. TD: Perhaps not, but Annis certainly defeated him in the centre of the ring tonight, watched from the crowd by the IIWF World Heavyweight Champion, Dan Kauffman. In fact, after Annis had downed Gecko with a flurry of high-impact offense, including a crotchslam, a powerbomb, and his trademark chokeslam, Kauffman grabbed a microphone, and had a few words of welcome for Annis. BL: You notice he spoke from the safety of the stands, Timmy. Kauffman's such a coward, he wouldn't even face Annis in the ring. TD: Perhaps you're right, Becky, although I don't think Kauffman is capable of backing down from anybody. Let's go to his comments now: [Cut to footage subtitled "Earlier Tonight". Annis stands with his arm raised in victory over the carcass of El Super Gecko, who rolls from the ring. Suddenly, there is a huge pop as the spotlight falls on an aisleway about halfway back in the stands. Dan Kauffman stands, wearing a Ring Wars I T-shirt, featuring the promotional image of himself and Deathbringer face to face. He raises a microphone, and speaks:] DK: Impressive, to say the least. So it seems as if the Epitome of Evil has found my home grounds. That's fine with me... We have unfinished business to attend to, do we not? But don't worry, my very own Ringlord Championship is on the horizon, and that will be our proving grounds. But if that's not good enough for you... I'm here, Serge. Any time, any place, we'll settle the score from the World Cup. You got the win, Serge. But your shoulders were on the mat as well as mine. We'll see how good you are. Welcome to the proving grounds, Serge. Let's see how good you really are... [With that, Kauffman disappears back into the crowds as Annis attempts to vault the crowd barriers and take off after the champion, but he is restrained by security staff. Cut back to the studio.] TD: A little history lesson, folks. Kauffman and Serge Annis met a while back in an inter-federation event known as the World Cup of Wrestling, and Annis finished third out of sixty-four entrants, but many feel that he should never have advanced past Kauffman. Their match was a classic, and in the end, Kauffman performed a bridging suplex on Annis, but pinned his own shoulders to the mat as well as Serge's. The referee awarded the match to Annis, but Kauffman has never forgotten about that encounter. BL: He's a sore loser, Timmy, simple as that. [WINNER: Serge Annis by pinfall in 2:11.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= LORD BYRON vs. VENUSIAN DEATH CELL =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'4" HEIGHT 6'5" 275lbs WEIGHT 332lbs Technical, Endurance, Mat ATTRIBUTES Cheating, Brawling, Strength ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: Despite taking a loss on home ground to Marty Warnett last Saturday Night in London, Lord Byron hadn't lost any of his focus as he took to the ring tonight. In fact, in an effort to lessen the distractions on the outside, he left the Lady DeWinter in the locker room. BL: I have to say I think it was a smart move by Byron to leave that snobby bitch in the locker room. She showed on Saturday Night that she just doesn't know how to handle herself in a volatile ringside situation. TD: I'm not sure you're being entirely fair, Becky. Nonetheless, Byron may have been mildly surprised at the fact that the Venusian Death Cell was able to mix it up with him on the mat, as well as hitting some of his trademark power moves. Byron weathered the early storm and struck back with a series of high-impact moves which stunned the Cell, before attempting to garner the upset pin via small packages, a crucifix, and sunset flips. In the end, the manner in which he took the victory was a quite remarkable testament to his scientific skills... BL: It really bugs you to admit that, doesn't it, Timmy? TD: Not at all, Becky. Just as the Cell had Byron set up for his powerbomb, Byron scissored his opponent's head, and managed to flip the Cell over into a Frankensteiner. Byron went for the pin, but the VDC managed to kick out. Quickly back to his feet, the Cell appeared to lose his focus, and went for his spinning neckbreaker. Byron again managed to reverse the hold, using his momentum to slip out of the throw, spin behind the VDC, and catch him with a backspin DDT. Byron made a quick cover, and just managed to score the three-count. Byron beat a hasty retreat, [WINNER: Lord Byron by pinfall in 9:30.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "QUICKSTRIKE" CHRIS QUIGLEY vs. "BADBOY" RANDY ACORN =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'1" HEIGHT 6'3" 238lbs WEIGHT 227lbs Technical, Endurance, ATTRIBUTES Technical, Mat, Brawling Intelligence ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: After Chris Quigley's controversial return to the IIWF last Saturday Night, a few people have been questioning his "new attitude." I went down to speak with Chris while he was training, and found that rumours of a change in allegiance may be a little exaggerated: [Cut to Tim Dross standing outside the gymnasium in the lower levels of IIWF Towers. A basketball can be heard bouncing from within. Dross opens the door and ventures in, to see Chris Quigley hitting a few jumpshots, wearing a pair of blue Umbro shorts, white Nike sneakers, and a sweat soaked grey t-shirt with Phoenix, Arizona written on the front. Quigley misses his next shot, the ball bounces off the rim and bounces towards Dross, who stops it with his foot. Quigley turns to see where the ball went and is a little surprised to see Tim Dross. Dross throws him back the ball and approaches him.] CQ: Tim! How's it going? TD: Chris? Well... this is a little different to the last time we spoke... CQ: Oh relax... it's nothing personal, Dross. I still think you're the best play-by-play man in the business. I still think the IIWF is a tremendous organization. Otto Verhoeven, Deathbringer, and people like that... that's the kind of people who'll draw my ire. My frustration over the last month or so. As far as I'm concerned, anything that has changed, has been for the better. Did you know I approached Subway Psycho and spoke with him for a few minutes? That's the first time I've ever gone out of my way to talk with a colleague, besides Dan Kauffman or Mark Engel. TD: That's great, Chris. Really. But what _about_ Dan Kauffman? Have you seen him or spoken to him at all since you've returned? [Quigley brushes his hair out of his eyes with his hand] CQ: I passed by him in the hallway, and I'll be the first to admit that it was the most awkward moment I've ever experienced in my life. I'm not backing down on what I've said. I do _not_ think Dan Kauffman is as good as me. Don't get me wrong, he's great. But it was, and still is, eating me up inside. I want to know who's better. The fans want to know who's better. The IIWF officials probably want to know who's better. Kauffman has had a lot to deal with, I'll give him that. I don't think I would be wasting so much time battling a couple of "dead" men, but I'm not in his shoes. What I did was I gave Dan Kauffman some advice. I told him straight out... Deathbringer and Cadaver will not be his greatest challenge. _I_ will be his greatest challenge. I remember back to a federation... I think it was the NGW. This federation ranked its top ten wrestlers out of a score of ten. I finished #1 with a 9.3... Kauffman was #2 at a 9.2. They speculated that a meeting between us would be awesome. I agree. Ever since then I've wondered and thought about it. I've had the match in my mind over and over... By the way, I've won every time so far, Dan. [Quigley smiles] TD: What about Otto Verhoeven? You've never really settled anything with him even after all this time. CQ: We've had one match. Wasn't even in this federation... and they had to restrain me from killing the man with a chair. Give me a break. I'm not some sadistic psycho. I'm a wrestler. I'll go as far as I need to in order to win the match, but I won't go and injure someone intentionally. The next time Chris Quigley and Otto Verhoeven meet in the ring... I'm not going to go overboard like that. I'm gonna wrestle the man like only I can, and he _will_ feel the effects of the Quickstriker. TD: Chris, thanks for the interview. I'd just like to say this is such a different side of you. I really have never seen you doing anything _but_ wrestle. It's almost like a shock to me. CQ: I needed a month off, Tim. I was wrestling five or six nights a week. Sometimes I'd wrestle a match here and then fly to the other side of the country to wrestle _another_ one. It was pure hell. I've stepped down as RSPWF World Champion... to me, if it isn't the IIWF World title... it's not worth talking about. I guess it took me a while to figure that much out, but I've got 100% concentration on this federation right now. That's a bad thing... a _really_ bad thing for everyone else! [Tim backs away as Quigley grabs the ball and charges in for a nice looking two handed slam. Quigley tosses the ball at Dross...] CQ: Practice up... I'll show ya I'm unbeatable at basketball as well. [Quigley smiles and then walks to the shower room, as Dross shoots the ball, and gets nothing but air. Dross looks around to see if anyone was watching, and then sheepishly walks away. Cut back to the studio.] BL: It's no wonder you sit at the announcers' table, is it, Timmy? TD: I was... er, unlucky. I can slam dunk, you know. BL: I don't want to know what you do with your coffee and donuts, Timmy. TD: [sighs] Quigley seemed slightly more relaxed on his way down to the ring tonight, hi-fiving the great Italian fans, but as soon as he hit the squared circle, he was back to the determined Quigley we saw for the first time on Saturday Night. Randy Acorn may call himself the "Bad Boy", but tonight, he was no match for Quigley, who used not only his tremendous technical skills, but also the ropes, ring apron and ring steps to knock the wind out of Acorn's sails. Quigley wasted no time in applying the Quickstriker for the submission victory, and as he celebrated in the ring, he was also subject to a few congratulatory comments from Dan Kauffman up in the stands. Let's go to that footage: [Cut to footage subtitled "Earlier Tonight". Quigley releases the Quickstriker on Acorn to a huge pop and stands, raising his arms in victory. He climbs to the turnbuckles to salute the crowd, and notices Kauffman standing in the aisleway in the stands. "For Those Who Are About To Rock" stops, and Kauffman raises his microphone again:] DK: Chris Quigley has returned... Is anyone really surprised that the warrior has come back to claim the title he so desires? I expected it all along, Chris. Do you really have a new attitude? I remember a time when I had an attitude as well... all it did was make me lose focus of what I was doing. You claim that I am mentally unstable from all my confrontations with Deathbringer and supposed "death". All I'm doing is making my opinions known. That's hardly a crime. I am mentally fine, and physically, I'm in good health. Maybe it's time you and I had the war that has waited in the wings for 10 months... You want the title? Come get it. [Quigley beckons to Kauffman to bring it on, but Dan simply walks up the aisle to the nearest exit and disappears from the arena. Quigley leaps down from the turnbuckles and signals to the crowd that he wants the belt around his waist. Big pop from the crowd as Quigley leaves the ring and heads up the aisle. Cut back to the studio.] TD: That match between Quigley and Kauffman could headline a card anywhere in the world, and I don't doubt that sooner or later, we're going to see it. BL: Their egos proclude that possibility, Timmy. Kauffman and Quigley want to know who the better wrestler is... although if you ask me, that's a worthless question, since neither one of them is the best the IIWF has to offer. [WINNER: "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley in 3:16.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= CASEY "BLACKHEART" JAMES vs. "LONE WOLF" BRODY THUNDER =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'6" HEIGHT 6'2" 320lbs WEIGHT 267lbs Strength, Brawling ATTRIBUTES Intelligence, Endurance, Mat Technical ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: Brody Thunder has built up a highly impressive winning streak since his debut here in the IIWF, and he was in no mood to end it tonight: [The camera fades in on a silouetted figure standing in an empty gym backlit by a huge glass window. As the camera slowly pans in closer, a cold raspy voice is heard...] BT: In this profession skill an' wrestlin' ability ain't always enough to get the job done. You've gotta have guts. That burnin' in yer pit that just won't let you give up even when you feel like dyin' would be a blessin' compared to what you're feelin' in that ring. That's when the line is drawn. That line between winners an' losers. Since I've come to the IIWF I've done exactly what I've said I'd do. I've been a winner. Tonight... "Blackheart"... I'm fixin' to keep that streak alive. Yer a tough man Casey James but the man you'll be starin' at across that ring tonight is the toughest man you'll ever hook up with. That ain't braggin', son. Braggin' don't get it done in that ring. Look at my record an' you'll see that I don't go home with the short end o' the money too often, my friend. You don't beat men like Robski or VDC by braggin'. You beat 'em on that mat. I've said it before an' I'm sayin' it now. I ain't flashy. I ain't no pretty-boy who needs fans to help his ego. I ain't no painted up trash talkin' wannabe. Quite simply... I AM the best there is in this sport today. An' tonight "Blackheart", yer gonna find out why... when ya dance with destiny, sometimes you have to pay the fiddler. Tonight there's gonna be one helluva fight, James, too bad you'll miss the endin'. Now I understand the IIWF has entered me into another chaotic situation. In order to understand this, let's look at the IIWF's definition o' chaos: Twenty-four men thrown together in teams of two. Friend against friend. Foe against foe. THEY call it.... ...the Lethal Lottery. I ain't never been much on teams. Been there, done that. Two years ago I got my head handed to me by a "partner"... who fer some reason thought he WAS the team. I just resolved that situation in the NAWA. Now I'm bein' forced to team up with a partner who hasn't even been drawn yet. It could be Kowalski. It could be that punk VDC. It could even be that pretty-boy Quigley. Truth is... I don't really give a damn who is my partner. I plan on winnin' plain an' simple. My partner can take the night off fer all I care. I won't need him to get my hand raised. There ain't a man alive today that can beat me straight up. I've always said that an' meant it. The list o' those who tried gets longer every day. The bottom line is that when the final bell rings the entire IIWF... hell, the entire world will see that I am the best wrestler in the game today... BAR NONE. The Lethal Lottery, huh? I guess that's appropriate.... [Tight close-up as the figure strikes a match and lights a cigar. From the light of the match the figure is revealed to be Brody Thunder.] ...cuz I'm feelin' mighty lucky. One more thing. Billy Shakespeare... "champ"... you ain't outta my sights yet. We've got some unfinished business to take care of, Billy-boy. Just 'cuz them two backjumpin' cowards, the Universal Powers, high-tailed it outta here before I could leave my bootprint in their @ss don't mean I fergot 'bout that strap yer wearin'. You got just as many "friends" in the IIWF as me. There's a price on yer head son, an' yer starin' at the man who aims to cash in on it. Ya might wanna run an' I wouldn't blame ya... but Hell itself couldn't hide ya from the Lone Wolf my friend. So don't worry... [Brody blows the match out.] ...I'll be in touch. Heh, heh, heh. [Camera fades to black with a clap of thunder. On the screen appears the all too familiar red insignia...] /\______________/\ /XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX/ /XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX/ \/====/XXXX/====\/ /XXXX/_ /XXXXXX/ ==XXXX/_ /XXXXX/ ==XXX/ lX/ l/ [Cut back to the studio.] TD: That is one intense individual, Becky. However, he was possibly unprepared for the deviousness of the Syndicate tonight. Casey James came down to the ring with his right hand bandaged, and claimed that he had sustained a training injury due to working on the heavy bag too much in the past few days. He also came to the ring carrying his camera, which he has been using to stalk Dan Kauffman in the past weeks. Thunder seemed distracted by the camera held by Lau on the outside, but he should have been more concerned with James' taped fist. It soon became apparent that there was something inside those bandages other than just Casey's fist, since it seemed to be having an inordinately punishing effect on Thunder. BL: Come on, Timmy. What proof do you have of that? TD: Some might say that Thunder could be accused of similar tactics, since many contend that he wrestles with a loaded elbowpad, so from Casey's point of view, having a loaded fist might be seen as turnabout being fair play. In any case, this was a tremendous match, marred by the interference of Tiger Claw and the Dark Disciples, who filtered down to ringside as it became apparent that Casey's loaded fist alone wouldn't be enough to put the "Lone Wolf" away. In the end, at the climax of an exciting and hard-fought match, Claw held Thunder in the corner by his ankle, allowing Casey to administer the heart punch with his... er, bandaged fist for the pinfall victory. After the match, he had the following comments: [Cut to footage subtitled "Earlier Tonight." Brody Thunder rolls from the ring, and angrily staggers up the aisle after Tiger Claw, while Casey James grabs his camera and the house microphone. The crowd jeer as he speaks:] CJ: Kauffman? Kauffman, are you watching? You'd better be... I'm not going to let you ignore me any more. I'm going to make you turn your head and notice. I don't care with your problems with Quigley... I kicked his ass once, and I'll do it again. Deathbringer? Don't make me laugh. Kauffman, I just put out one of the IIWF's toughest newcomers with a broken hand. Do you think you can fare any better? Come on, Khaos, show your stinking face! [The crowd begins to chant "Flash! Flash!" hoping to see the champ come out into the aisle, but are disappointed when they figure out that he's not going to.] CJ: Okay, Kauffman... If you won't come to me, I'm coming to you. Look over your shoulder, Flash, because I'm going to be there whether you like it or not. [Casey picks up his video camera.] CJ: You're in room 114, right, Flash? See you soon, little man! [Casey drops the mic and leaves the ring. Cut back to the studio.] TD: I have no idea what Casey meant by that, Becky, but I guess we'll find out sooner or later. BL: Kauffman's certainly a marked man at the moment, Timmy. I think the IIWF superstars believe he's the most beatable IIWF Champion we've seen in a while. And I'd have to agree. [WINNER: Casey "Blackheart" James by pinfall in 18:30.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= MAD DOG WATKINS vs. "ENIGMA" TAKEZO MUSASHI =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 6'5" HEIGHT 5'9" 269lbs WEIGHT 211lbs Strength, Endurance, ATTRIBUTES Aerial, Technical, Intelligence Intelligence ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TD: Mad Dog Watkins made an impressive debut last week, and he was immediately matched against the man with the most impressive winning streak in the IIWF, the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi. This was a tremendous contest, folks, but before we talk about it, let's go to some comments made by Watkins earlier this week: [SCENE: The weights room at Koalchyk's gym in downtown Detroit. Mad Dog Watkins can be seen doing repeated reps at the benchpress. Into the otherwise empty room comes Ned Kowalcyk, the proprieter of the establishment. He was a paper in his hand, and looks to be fuming.] NK: Dammit, Mad Dog... I just can't believe it. MD: I hear you... I had the Lions 2 to 1 over the Vikings. Never should trust Scott Mitchell. NK: That's not what I'm talking about, kid, but ya's got a point about Mitchell. Have you seen this fax from the IIWF booking committee? MD: The one that tells me whose ass I get to kick in front of a sold-out crowd? Who is it this time, El Super Gecko? NK: Try "The Enigma" Takezo Musashi on fer size. I hear this kid's won seven in a row. MD: Sure has, and he's been fairly impressive in that span too. [Sets the bar baack into place and sits up on the bench. He grabs the towel thrown to him by Kowlachyk, and towels off.] NK: Have ya done scouted him? I've got to get some tapes fer ya.... MD: Don't sweat it, Ned -- the homework's done. [Looks into the camera] There might be a lot of wrestlers and fans out there that questions where I'm coming from, or what I'm all about. Well, wait no further than Wednesday Night for your answers. "Enigma", you've got a date with the Dawg, and I promise you that I WILL BITE! Bring it on mystery man... it'll be fun taking down someone so high on the charts. [Cut back to the studio.] TD: And bring him down Watkins did, although not without a little help from the Enigma's old enemy, Hakiro Matsuoko. There's still a lot of bad blood between these two individuals, and Musashi won't be pleased that his impressive streak was ended by the interference of the IIWF Cruiserweight Champion. BL: Don't take anything away from Mad Dog Watkins, Timmy. He dominated the encounter, and he looked truly impressive. He answered nagging criticisms that he can't wrestle, and can only brawl, by focusing his attentions on Musashi's lower back, grounding the little runtweight. TD: That's true, Becky. Watkins did a great job working over the Enigma's back, and Musashi certainly found it difficult to pull off his characteristic aerial assault. I was surprised at the technical know-how displayed by Watkins, but I guess he's a more versatile athlete than he first appears. However, although he clearly knows how effective moves like the camel clutch and the Boston crab can be, he certainly wasn't afraid to take the match to the outside and use the ring steps, the crowd barriers, and the ring apron to damage Musashi's back further. In fact, it was while Musashi was stranded on the outside that Matsuoko came down to the ring and nailed Musashi in the back with a steel chair before rolling him back into the ring, where he was finally put away by Watkins' second-rope fallaway slam, the "Every Dog Has His Day". It was a tremendously hard-fought match, and the crowd in the Piazza Dome loved every minute of it. [WINNER: Mad Dog Watkins by pinfall in 27:36.] TD: Okay, folks, let's go back to Steve Roberts live in the Piazza Dome to get some words from the IIWF President, Daniel Spreadbury. Steve? [Tim and Becky turn to face the television screen, on which the image of Steve Roberts standing with the IIWF President inside the Piazza Dome. Behind the two men, the ring crew have almost finished dismantling the apparatus, and the lights in the arena are being shut off.] SR: Yeah, Dross, I'm here... with the man who nearly got his head kicked in by Steve "the Fury" Kowalski earlier tonight. Hey, Prez Man, I've never seen you looking so scared in your life! DS: Well, Steve, I'm not trained as a professional athlete, and I wouldn't want to mix it up with such an impressive wrestler as Steve Kowalski. SR: Admit it, you were scared! DS: Don't push your luck, Mr. Roberts. I'm here tonight to make some further announcements concerning IIWF Snow Brawl, not talk about confrontations with the wrestlers. Kowalski has been suspended until Snow Brawl, and that's the only comment I'm willing to advance on the subject. SR: [with mock respect] Of course, Mr. President, sir. Please, do go on. DS: [shakes his head] Folks, I'm here tonight to announce the final additions to the Lethal Lottery draw, which will take place live this Saturday Night from the Kohl Centre, Berlin. There are six spots remaining in the draw, and I am pleased to announce that the following wrestlers have been entered: Cheshire; Serge Annis; Dirt Dog Unique Allah; the Hangman will make his return to the IIWF in the Lethal Lottery next Saturday night; and two more recently-signed superstars will also participate in the event: Ronnie Paris, and the American Patriot. SR: Oh no. Not another "red white and blue" freak! DS: He's an impressive athlete, Steve, and a world champion many times over. However, he wants to prove himself in the IIWF, where the ultimate prize in professional wrestling, the IIWF World Heavyweight Championship, is to be found. We'll see how he, along with the other recent additions to the roster, measure up against the IIWF's established stars. Just to remind you, the draw determining the twelve partnerships, and just who will be facing whom at Snow Brawl, will take place live this Saturday Night in Berlin. SR: [mock excitement] Ooh, I can hardly wait. DS: [ignoring him] On another note, further to the announcements I made on Saturday Night with regard to Chris Quigley, I have met with Mr. Quigley, and he has decided that he will not dispute Deathbringer's status as #1 contender to Dan Kauffman's world title. As such, he will accept a bye into the Lethal Lottery battle royal, and will hope to be victorious in that event to guarantee a shot at the IIWF World Heavyweight Champion, whomever that turns out to be after Snow Brawl. SR: Quigley's scared of Deathbringer! DS: Not at all. He respects the superb athletic skills of Deathbringer, and he wants to meet Dan Kauffman when he is at 100%. He believes that the only way this is possible is for Kauffman to lay his demons to rest, so to speak. That's all for now, folks. I'll be back with you on Saturday Night to make that Lethal Lottery draw. Thank you for your time, gentlemen. [Roberts waves impudently as the IIWF President steps out of shot.] BL: Way to go, Steve! Yeah! TD: Steve, do you have to be so rude to the IIWF President? SR: Sure, until he gives me a raise as big as Becky's. BL: Honey, it's all about give and take. I give ol' Dictator Danny a raise, and he gives me one in return, if you know what I mean. TD: Please, Becky, I don't think we want to hear about that. SR: Well, I'm out of here. Time to find out what Italian beer's like. [Roberts walks out of shot. The IIWF logo fades back onto the television screen. Tim and Becky turn back to face the cameras.] TD: There you have it folks. All twenty-four names have now been announced for the Lethal Lottery, and two more newcomers to the IIWF have been named tonight! Becky, I believe you and Larry will have the low-down on these two individuals in Friday's report. BL: Whatever. I let little old Larry worry about the details. TD: Well, you're not being paid for your journalistic skills, are you? BL: [tossing her hair] I don't know what you mean, Timmy, and I hope for your sake that you don't mean what I think you mean. TD: *gulp* No, of course not, Becky. Let's move on. Just to remind you, fans, that this Saturday Night, myself and Steve Roberts will be coming at you live with more IIWF action, live from the Kohl Centre, Berlin, Germany. The card will be headlined by arch-enemies Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven and the Subway Psycho going at it, one-on-one, and you can also expect to see IIWF World Champion Dan Kauffman in non-title action as he faces one of the hottest wrestlers in the IIWF right now, the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi. We'll also see Cruiserweight Champion Hakiro Matsuoko in non-title action as he goes up against debutant Ronnie Paris, and the newly-crowned IIWF tag champs, the High Plains Drifters, will face Domination. No titles will be at stake this close to Snow Brawl, but what a trio of matches that is! BL: But the real reason to tune in is to see me make mincemeat out of that cripple, Warty Walnut, in LaRue's Lair. TD: You be gentle on Marty, Becky. He's had a rough week. BL: No way, Timmy. TD: Well, fans, we're right out of time here tonight in the War Room. What a show it's been... and there's more live IIWF action coming your way this Saturday Night. Until then, for the, er... lovely Becky LaRue, this is Tim Dross, saying: nighty-night, everybody. Damn, now you've got me doing it, Becky! BL: Hehehehe... snort! [The lights in the studio drop as Tim Dross puts his head in his hands, and Becky laughs. 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