[Open with a series of scenes from the recent IIWF World Tour over the title: "A Video Scrapbook." The title "WE DEPART!" flashes onto the screen along with shots of Tim Dross, Steve Roberts, and Becky LaRue all waving from their first-class seats. The camera pans back as Larry Morton waves frantically from his coach seat. Cut to shots inside the chartered plane: Casey James makes a lewd suggestion to a stewardess and then pinches her behind. He is stunned when the stewardess rips off a wig and turns out to be Randy Acorn in disguise....] VO: Fans across the globe have followed the action in the IIWF -- now it was their turn to see their favorite stars in the flesh. [The title "MEXICO!" flashes onto the screen. Among the video clips are Onslaught being mobbed by local fans in the Airport, Larry being strip searched by customs officials, Deathbringer admiring the handiwork of an Aztec sacrificial altar, Larry drinking the water, and Tim Dross paying too much for a souvenir t-shirt.] VO: Mexico City was the first stop and the fans went crazy for Onslaught. The Arabian Knights were held at the border, but the fans enjoyed the show anyway! [The title "ENGLAND!" flashes onto the screen. Video clips include Rising Sun Revolution in Trafalgar Square taping an interview, Billy Shakespeare taping an interview at William Shakespeare's tomb, Mr. Damage and Lord Byron playing cricket in Albert Hall, Becky in the Tower of London drooling over the crown jewels, Abie and Zed having tea with Queen Elizabeth, Steve Roberts drooling over page three of the Sun, Marty Warnett mobbed by fans in the village of Llanfairpwllgwyngyll, GWR at their namesake railroad, and High Plains Drifters trying to make a palace guard smile.] VO: The fans at the Royal Albert Hall witnessed a classic "pure science" match between Marty Warnett and Lord Byron. [The title "FRANCE!" flashes onto the screen. Video clips include Marty Warnett worshipping at Jim Morrison's grave, Subway Psycho at home in the Chunnel, Brody Thunder spitting off the Eiffel Tower, and The Harlequins being mistaken for street mimes.] VO: France! Where a messy stomach disorder struck nearly half the broadcast crew. [The title "ITALY!" flashes onto the screen. Video clips include Stud Stetson posing like Adam on the Sistine Chapel, Subway Psycho at home in the vatican catacombs, and Abie and Zed dialoging with the Pope.] VO: And it was in Italy that Stud Stetson attempted to permanently end Marty Warnett's wrestling career -- a near miss that ruined yet another of Stetson's prized sports cars. [The title "GERMANY!" flashes onto the screen. Video clips include The Armed Forces gloating over the Berlin Wall, Otto Verhoeven mobbed by fans, and Larry terrified on the Autobahn with Steve Roberts at the wheel.] VO: And fans in Berlin were mortified when Otto Verhoeven and his "friends" brutally attacked the Subway Psycho. But that was then and this is now. Snow Brawl has come and gone, but its repercussions ring on into the new year. Take off those party hats because it's time for... [Cut to a montage of IIWF action accompanied by hard rock music. The final chord lingers as Serge Annis spits fire at Dan Kauffman, but hits Deathbringer instead. Suddenly, the screen explodes into a mass of fire and smoke, through which emerges the IIWF's familiar logo:] ##### ###### ### ########## ########## ########## #### ## ########## ########## ########## #### # #### ######## ##### ##### #### ## ##### #### #### #### #### ### #### #### #### #### ############# ######### #### #### ########### ######### #### #### #### #### #### ######### ######### ### #### #### ######### ######### ### ## #### ######## ######## ## # #### =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ## =-=-=-= INTERNATIONAL INTERNET WRESTLING FEDERATION ================================================= "COUNTDOWN TO SATURDAY NIGHT" - January 3, 1997 ================================================= [Cut to the IIWF Studio. The remote camera zooms down the aisle as members of the studio audience still seem hung over from the IIWF New Year's Eve bash. The subdued crowd smile politely at the camera as it zooms toward Larry Morton and Becky LaRue sitting at the broadcast desk.] LM: Happy New Year everyone, and welcome BACK to the IIWF Studio for what promises to be the most exciting "Countdown to Saturday Night" we've had so far in 1997! BL: Har, har, you dweeb. This is the only "Countdown to Saturday Night" we've had so far in 1997. Anyway, I'm Becky, he's Larry [she hoists a thumb at Morton] and we're just sooooo thrilled to be here. LM: Gee Becky, it's been three days since the party. Are you still feeling bad? BL: At this rate, I may sober up by August. LM: I'm afraid our studio audience may feel the same way. This is the most subdued crowd we've _ever_ had! The old woman with the Subway Psycho Eye Black isn't even here tonight. BL: Maybe they're all afraid the Syndicate will stroll through later and kick their butts. It sure worked on Brody Thunder Wednesday night. LM: Indeed. As we reported on the "Wednesday War Room," the Syndicate jumped El Super Gecko and "Nifty" Ned Norton in the parking lot. Thunder pulled up and held his own against the Syndicate until they overpowered him. Despite the beating he took, which included being thrown through a windshield, Thunder suffered only minor injuries and will be back in action tomorrow night against "The Real Deal" Luke Steele. BL: But the Lone Wolf isn't happy about the Syndicate's little attack. He had these words for Brian Lau and Company: [SCENE: Open with a black and white shot of what appears to be a large room. The room is pitch black except for spotlights that form a semi- circle pattern on the floor from the back of the room to the foreground. Heavy footsteps, slow and steady, are heard as they cross the old wooden floorboards. The voice of Brody Thunder is heard.] BT: You cost me my shot at a chance fer the Inter-Continental belt. [The footsteps pause.] That was strike one. [Thunder passes through the first spotlight as the footsteps continue.] You then cost me my shot at that world strap o' Kauffman's. [The footsteps pause.] That was strike two. [Thunder passes through the second spotlight.] THEN you try an' cost me my career.Baaaaad move. [The footsteps pause.] THAT was strike three,boys...yer out. [Thunder passes through the third spotlight continuing through to the fifth.] An' fellas...I'm just the guy to take you out... an' I don't mean to the ballgame. Tiger Claw I'm talkin' at you big man. Ya think that chair upside my squash was sumthin' new to me? Son I've had more stitches than whiskers on this head ever since I entered this sport. All that was... was an attention-getter. [Thunder passes from the spotlight into the dark.] Well Claw... [Thunder appears in the sixth spotlight in a semi-close-up.] ....you got my undivided attention, son. Ever since you cost me my match with ol' Billy-boy I've been in a bit o' a funk. I drop a decision to that skunk James an' then lose out on a shot at Kauffman. The stars musta be outta alignment or sumthin'. Well it's time the Lone Wolf got back on track doin' what he does best. That's takin' care o' punks like you who think this is a game. This ain't no game to me, Claw. An' now you an' the IIWF are gonna see exactly why I say I am the best there is in this sport today. Now the IIWF suits have me signed to square off with this fella who calls himself the "Real Deal"... Luke Steele. Well Steele... I don't know you from Adam, son but I do know this. You ain't gonna get yer fifteen minutes o' fame at the expense o' the Lone Wolf. It just ain't gonna happen. Ya seem like a nice enough kid so I'm gonna give ya a word o' advice. This here's the big leagues son. Ya better come ready to fight, 'cuz yer lookin' at the man who's gonna put yer shoulders to that mat an' walk outta there with his hand raised no matter the cost. That ain't braggin', son... that's a fact about to happen. Nothin' personal mind ya... this is just business. [Thunder lights up a cigar. He takes a few drags and then admires it.] An' Claw...you seem to have this knack fer stickin' yer nose in my business. I'm tellin' straight from the shoulder,son. You come anywhere near that ring Saturday night and you're gonna get hurt. I ain't screamin'. I ain't yellin'. I'm simply tellin' ya like it is. If ya don't believe me, Claw... then just try me. It's a helluva lot easier to jump on than it is to jump off, my friend. [Thunder looks into the camera and winks.] Steele... get ready. Claw... see ya soon. [Thunder walks away. The screen fades to black with a clap of thunder. The familiar red insignia appears on the screen....] /\______________/\ /XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX/ /XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX/ \/====/XXXX/====\/ /XXXX/_ /XXXXXX/ ==XXXX/_ /XXXXX/ ==XXX/ lX/ l/ / [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: Brody Thunder and the Syndicate will both be in the IIWF Coliseum tomorrow night. That's a recipe for disaster. BL: Well hopefully the IIWF Coliseum will have been fumigated for spirits from the grave by then. LM: That was a frightening moment when a figure that appeared to be The Senator appeared in the crowd Wednesday night. Of course, we all know that The Senator was killed in a plane crash in November, so it couldn't have been him... could it? BL: Hah! The Senator was always a shrewd one. He probably faked his own death, pulled in tons of insurance money, and has been sipping margaritas with Elvis in Guam for the last two months. LM: I sincerely doubt that. After all, CNN reported the crash. BL: And CNN is owned by? LM: Ted Turner. BL: Who also expects you to buy into this NWO crap. I'm tellin' you, I smell something rotten and it ain't a decaying Senator corpse. LM: Oh, that was so poetic. As it happens, the Hangmen seem to agree with you, Becky, so let's go to their comments... before you get any cruder. BL: I'm just gettin' started! [SCENE: The Hangmen are seen sitting around a campfire on their ranch in the badlands.] TH: Boys, you and I have seen what some sick mind wants us to see and believe. All of us were at the funeral and saw The Senator placed in the pine box and put into the Fires of Hell. All that is left of him was spread around the Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, CA... the one place on Earth that made him the most happiest. TH: I agree with you. There's some sicko out there trying to get us to react to some sort of ploy. When anyone of us or all of us get our hands on the perpetrator, a noose will be applied and the meatwagon will claim another. TH: Let me tell you, whoever you are... you're messing with something that is going to cost you dearly. The memory of the Senator is something we are not taking lightly. We went trough some hard times adjusting to the death. When you think that a costume or some sort of illusion will get to us, don't count on it. This rope I have here is for you, my friend, and as you hang from the top rope, the last thing you will see is the purple flame of The Senator. TH: Lest you forget the powers bestowed upon us all before The Senator left us... We strongly suggest you drop this ploy now, before we do find out who you are and another will be added to the retired list. TH: Speakng of retired... Venusian Death Cell, if you think that your return makes you at 100% then think again. The last time you were here you left suddenly. You can leave even faster this time around. Beware of your back at all times. In fact, maybe a match is in order. Are you game for a match VDC? What I have in mind has never been done before. Accept the challange and find out what's in store for you. The Senator had one last idea before he left us and I do believe that you fit the needed foe in a match that will shock the wrestling world. [A green fireball is unleashed towards the camera by one of the Hangmen. Cut back to the studio.] LM: I shudder to think what kind of a match the Hangman has up his sleeve. BL: Probably an Ashes to Ashes match or something, where the loser is incinerated. LM: Becky, please... BL: Just think what the marketing boys could do with that: "Buy your share of the Venusian Death Cell's remains! Only $50, and each pot is numbered!" LM: You see that guy over there, Becky? BL: Who, the guy with the headphones on? LM: Yes. Do you know who that is? BL: Your date for tonight? LM: No. He's the producer, and when he draws his thumb across his throat, that means stop talking. Let's move on to discuss all the action that went down in the Coliseum on Wednesday night. ************************************************************************** -------------------- IIWF WEDNESDAY WAR ROOM RECAP ---------------------- ************************************************************************** LM: Although this show featured quite a few... shall we say "low carders"... BL: It was "jobber night extraordinaire!" LM: ...there were still plenty of surprises in the IIWF Coliseum. Let's run down the matches: ************************************ THE PLAYERS' CLUB def. THE ROTUNDOS ************************************ LM: Dynamite and Reyna continued their impressive showing by dominating the portly pair of Rotundos. BL: Yeah, but I get the feeling that all is still not right between those guys and Dan Kauffman. I sense some hostility there. LM: The Players' Club is just sticking together on all fronts. They want to help Dan Kauffman with his problems in the singles ranks, and ask only that he help watch their backs in the tag ranks. We'll hear more from them later on in the show. ********************************* RONNIE PARIS def. MAD DOG WATKINS ********************************* LM: Talk about major upsets! Watkins had Ronnie Paris beaten every which way, but couldn't hold the youngster's shoulders to the mat for a three-count. It appeared we were heading for a draw when the match hit its 20-minute time limit, but both wrestlers agreed to continue. BL: That was Mad Dog's mistake, right there. He should have cut his losses and left the ring because Paris was obviously just having a career night. LM: I'm not sure it was any accident. Paris is a good-looking rookie. BL: Yeah, he's got what they call in the IIWF Cafeteria... intestinal fartitude. LM: That's intestinal _fortitude_! Good grief. Let's hear from young Ronnie Paris: [SCENE: IIWF intern reporter Steve Summer is standing outside a dilapidated old gym in what seems to be located on the "wrong side of the tracks." The city is undetermined, but from the scenery it looks to be somewhere in urban America, and the style of dress of many people would seem to indicate that it is somewhere in the South. Suddenly, Summer turns to the camera.] SS: This is Steve Summer on location in El Paso, Texas, where I've been asked to join IIWF rookie Ronnie Paris for an interview. Mr. Paris should be just inside, so if you'll just follow me... [Summer walks through the unlocked front door of the gym and the camera follows him in, with the picture slightly wobbling while entering the door. Summer then descends a long staircase which leads into a room which contains several wrestling mats spread out on the floor. Ronnie Paris is down on the mat, holding a much larger man in a legride while trying to strengthen his grip on the man's neck. Suddenly, he glances up and sees Summer waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Paris quickly lets go of the man, pats him on the back, and ushers him off to get changed. A few seconds later, Paris returns and walks over to Summer.] RP: I understand you have a few questions for me. SS: Well, first of all I have to ask you about your stunning upset over then undefeated Mad Dog Watkins. How did you pull it off, and how does it leave you feeling? RP: Let me tell ya', we threw everything we had at each other for 32 minutes. I stood in there with the meanest SOB to ever set foot in an IIWF ring for over half an hour, and I just refused to give up. Watkins, you have and always have had my full respect as a competitor, and to notch a win like that is just amazing. SS: Obviously this has to boost your somewhat less than stellar start to your career. [Paris reaches down to pick up a water bottle, and sprays mist all over his face to cool himself down. After letting some of the sweat and water drip off his face, he answers the question.] RP: What I did Wednesday Night was earn the respect I've been talking about. I was in there against the toughest man in wrestling, and no offense to any other IIWF superstars, but in my books, with his history, Mad Dog Watkins is the toughest. My body still aches in a million places from that match. But for three seconds, I was the toughest. Watkins kicked my ass for 32:38, but I beat him for three seconds, and that's all I need. SS: We don't have a lot of time left, but quickly, will we see Watkins versus Paris again? RP: Absolutely you will, if I have anything to do with it. Watkins could have taken a tie in our match, but that's not what he's in the game for, and neither am I. I'm sure he wants a piece of my hide, and me being the respectable man I am, I'm gonna walk up to him and let him try to take it. And seeing that neither of us like ties, I'll tell you what. Watkins, you can name the time, you can name the place, but the match goes down on my terms! No disqualifications, no countouts, no time limits, and no draws. One man will win, and one will lose. Can I win again? Maybe not, but I'm sure as hell gonna make you remember my name while trying! Plus, I've been doing a little homework on a certain IIWF superstar, and I think that taking a page from his playbook may just give me the edge I need. SS: Can you tell us who this superstar is, exactly? RP: All in due time, Steve. Tell you what... send a camera crew to me next week, and we'll talk. [Paris shakes Summer's hand, and then heads back to the mats where his sparring partner has returned.] SS: From the Lone Star state, this is Steve Summer on assignment for the IIWF. [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] **************************************** "BADBOY" RANDY ACORN def.EL SUPER GECKO **************************************** LM: The "Badboy" is definitely back, and he's brought a new attitude with him. Acorn seems intent on playing fewer games and concentrating more on wrestling opponents. BL: Unfortunately for the Gecko. Acorn needed just over two minutes to pin Lizard Boy. I really like the "Badboy's" new attitude. LM: Well having interviewed him Wednesday night, I can say that I don't care much for it -- or him, quite honestly. I left that task to Tim Dross for tonight's show: [Tim Dross is seen standing outside a room with the nameplate "Acorn" on the door. Dross appears nervous as he lifts the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak.] TD: Well, even though I said that I never wanted to conduct an interview with Randy Acorn again, it seems that Larry Morton is deathly afraid of him, Steve Roberts is out somewhere and Becky's recovering from a hangover. So here I am interviewing the obnoxious Badboy -- that is if he ever gets here. Well, until he gets here, let me tell you something about him. If he begins to..... [At that moment, the door opens and Randy Acorn appears with a huge grin on his face. He immediately walks up to Dross.] RA: What's up Drossy baby? You look a little nervous about being here. What's wrong? Not quite sure what I'm going to do, are ya? [Randy jumps at Dross but then steps back and begins to laugh as Dross leaps away. Dross regains his composure and begins to speak.] TD: I'd like to remind you..... RA: No, I'd like to remind you that if I never came around, this federation wouldn't be half as interesting as it is now. I mean, you never know when and where and surely in what disguise I'm going to appear. I make the IIWF what it is today... the best. TD: I'm sure there are a few wrestlers who would beg to differ. I mean, I'm sure Chris Quigley, Dan Kauffman, even Tiger Claw would give you some opposition on that comment. RA: Guess what? I don't [BLEEP]ing care. Quigley is nothing but a showboat who'll get his ass kicked if he ever gets into the ring with me. Kauffman is a panty-waist who wrestles about once a month. Neither one of them is on my level. As for Tiger Claw, he's decent but I could beat him. I mean, give me a break, the guy just hops around the ring. What kind of wrestler is that? Right now I'm just concentrating on another foreign [BLEEP]. TD: Mr. Acorn, I'd like to remind you that racially offensive comments will not be tolerated around here. RA: Shut up. I run the show right now and I'll say whatever I damn well please. Now, where was I? Oh yes, this Saturday I must step into the ring with Tonka Mitsubishi... TD: That's _Takezo Musashi_. RA: I said... shut up! I'm taking on Tonka in a non-title match. I mean, that's BS and everyone knows it. I deserve the title shot. Instead they know I'm going to win so they jip me with a non-title shot. It doesn't really make a difference though, because I'm going into that ring with the mentality to win. Not to dress up, not to joke around and taunt the fans. I'm going in there to dish out some serious punishment. Mitsubishi, you've been riding on Cloud Nine for quite some time now but it's time for me to burst your bubble. The Badboy's back at full force and prepared to regain what was once mine and become the first two-time Cruiserweight Champion of the IIWF. Dross, this interview's over. [Randy pushes Tim Dross out of the way and walks down the hall in an eerie silence] TD: Well, I can honestly say that I haven't seen the Badboy this serious since his match with Billy Shakespeare when he won the Cruiserweight Title. Acorn appears to be a man on a mission, that's for sure. [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] ***************************************** SERGE ANNIS def.MAJESTIC MAURICE McARTHUR ***************************************** BL: Hey Larry, did you hear I'm getting a new heater installed at my house? It's called the "Annis 2000," guaranteed to heat up any building! BWAHAHAHA... snort. LM: Well I'm glad to see you're feeling better. Annis does seem to have a fascination with fire these days, but he also has a fascination with Dan Kauffman. Those two obsessions mixed Wednesday night and we had... BL: A "Flash Fire!" BWAHAHAHA... snort. LM: Uh-huh. Annis did try his little fire-breathing act on Kauffman, but Dan jumped out of the way and Annis singed none other than Deathbringer, who did not take kindly to the act. In fact, Deathbringer had some words yesterday for one Serge Annis, in addition to Chris Quigley: [SCENE: A dark forest, full of dead and twisted trees. An old path leads through the woods, barely visible due to leaves and branches lying all around. The camera moves from the left to the right as if searching for something or someone. Suddenly, a motion catches the cameraman's eye. He zooms over to an old tree, behind which a tall figure appears. The creature holds a kind of stick in his right hand and seems to be dressed like a monk. As it steps further onto the path, it becomes apparent that it is no stick but a scythe the figure is holding. And obviously, that creature is none other than Deathbringer. He begins to speak with his growling voice.] DB: Snow Brawl is over at last. And what happened... had to happen. I knew it in advance, as it is all written in the books of history. If I knew about Chris Quigley's interference, why did I not take precautions? Why did I not take precautions and ensure that I would win the title? You mortals would never understand the answer to that question, so let me just say this: maybe Dan "Flash" Kauffman was not right when he supposed that I wanted to regain the gold. Maybe he was not right when he assumed that I was just hunting for the belt. But whatever the true answer is, it is not important any longer. Other things are on my mind, and other deeds of the Reaper are written down in the books of history. [Deathbringer makes a few steps towards the camera] Those other things have to do with the events at Snow Brawl, and they should concern _three_ wrestlers of the IIWF. These three will know that I mean them. And as I could see at Wednesday's War Room, at least one of them indeed knows that Black Death is on his trail. Yes, I am talking to you, Chris Quigley. You say that I should save myself the humiliation. Humiliation most certainly deals with humans and mortals, does it not? Maybe you should think again, Quigley. How do you mortals want to humiliate Death himself? Be sure that I am not going to back off. Be sure that I know where to find you. And Quigley, you should not worry too much about Kauffman's title. When I am done with you, when I get your soul, there will be no Quigley left to gain that belt. To be more precise, just to make sure that you understand my words, I am going to wipe you out. I am going to remove you from the earth's face. I am going to take you to the dark side. You say you are not afraid of me? Strange... no one is afraid of Death himself? I think I need to have my eyes checked, as I always see people shaking in fear as I approach. [Deathbringer starts to laugh in his diabolic way for a few seconds] No, Quigley, you will learn to fear me. You will learn to fear your end -- an end that I would not wish on my worst enemy. But it is an end that is written down in the books of history. [Deathbringer again starts to laugh in his diabolic way and turns around as if to leave. He makes a few steps then comes to a halt and turns around again. The camera zooms in to his pitch black eyes] Oh, and Serge Annis... do not even think for a second that I forgot about you. Your soul stands on top of my list. I am going to get it... and it will not be a pretty sight... The sooner we meet the better. I will get your soul. And if blood is the price, I will just let it flow. Annis, prepare to meet your maker! [Deathbringer finally turns around and walks along the old path. Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] ************************************* MARTY WARNETT def."NIFTY" NED NORTON ************************************* LM: Marty Warnett continues to show everyone that, when he's healthy, he can wrestle with anyone in the IIWF. Warnett used his new finisher, the Hangover, to finish off Norton in less than three minutes. BL: Hey, Ned Norton is no Steve Kowalski. If Warnett wants to _stay_ healthy, he'll find a way out of the Intercontinental Championship match coming up tomorrow night. LM: Marty has trained long and hard for this match. In fact, he left Snow Brawl early to begin preparing for his title match. Tim Dross caught up with him in Seattle shortly after the PPV spectacular: [Cut to the IIWF Training Center, a long, grey, bleak building on the outskirts of Seattle. The streets nearby are deserted and the snow is deep, crisp and uneven. The training center is deserted, save for a solitary light in the gym. Tim Dross strolls to the front door.] TD: Hi folks! After the PPV to end all PPVs, I've been looking to talk to somebody who had a great night, Marty Warnett. Oddly, he's been secluded here, even to the extent of being fined by IIWF Vice President Steve Owens for missing the post-event press conference. [Dross pushes open the heavy glass door, greeting the reception staff] RECEPTIONIST: Merry Christmas, Mr. Dross! Go right through, Marty's been expecting you. [Dross walks down a dimly-illuminated corridor, eventually arriving at a door. On the door is a sign saying "No entry -- except to Hell!." Dross enters the gym. Inside, Marty is in the ring alongside various grapplers, El Super Gecko and "Nifty" Ned Norton being the two top stars. The Masked Marauder is rolling around on the mat in obvious pain.] MW: Sorry, Marauder, I tried to pull up but you shouldn't have moved. MM: Aaarrggh... my ribs.... MW: [Shrugs his shoulders] Ah well, at least it works. Kowalski'll find out, I guess. [Marty looks outside ring, spots Dross and leaps over the ropes to the outside] MW: Hey, Dross, merry yuletide festivities ... snigger, Season's Beatings? So, you've been on my trail like a bloodhound. What can I do you for? TD: I wanted to get your comments on Snow Brawl. MW: A great event, froze my butt off. Had a great snowball fight with some fans. TD: What about the action in the ring? Stetson... the Battle Royal? MW: Dross, when were Stetson and I even in the ring? Some things are more important than wrestling matches, I knew the Patriot and Paris are great wrestlers and didn't need the two of us there. TD: And this title belt he now holds? MW: You know, after I took that shot from that belt, I not only had to wipe the blood off, but also a green stain. Stud, you really need to put more gold paint on that trinket. The so-called award is, well, laughable. Stetson's nothing more than a brawling cheap-shot artist who couldn't outwrestle the Gecko. ESG: Oi! MW: Sorry. Great wrestlers don't need to pat themselves on the back, give self high-fives, or give themselves belts, they win them in the ring. TD: Speaking of which, you have a shot at the IC title this weekend, your thoughts? MW: A win. You see, Dross, right now Kowalski's crowing and celebrating his win at Snow Brawl, and let's face it, his ego doesn't exactly need much stoking. He'll be overconfident, and let's face it, Dross, he's just a brawler. Look at my matches, I've wrestled LeBec, Byron, many top wrestlers with a variety of styles. Saturday night, he won't know how I'm going to wrestle -- fly like an eagle, mat wrestle or even brawl. TD: But he's still a tough competitor, and what about the claims of other wrestlers? MW: Sexton. Where are you? You complain like mad, do your best Fox Mulder impersonation with secret plots everywhere, and don't even turn up? Shakespeare, as the former champ obviously has a great claim for a rematch, and when he's fully fit again, I'd defend against him any time. Heck, it would be a great match for us, the fans and the sport as a whole. TD: And in the opinion of many at Armstrong Air Force Base, Stetson prevented you from getting a world title shot. MW: Yes indeed, Stetson -- you're still on my mind. But right now, I have more important things on my mind. Casey James, you have a title shot simply because of Stetson. You didn't eliminate me. If you win that title, remember, you've lost to me in the ring, and didn't beat me at Snow Brawl. In fact, Lau, you've been very opinionated about the titles here in the IIWF, Claw, James, that Dumb and Dumber tag team you "control," but you haven't got a contender for the IC title. When I win the title, find somebody. Now Dross, I've got to prepare. Kowalski, prepare for the Hangover. TD: Marty, thanks for your time. [Dross leaves the Gym and the Jobber Justice Squad is gently carrying the Masked Marauder from the ring. Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] ************************** CHESHIRE def. JUMPIN' JACK ************************** LM: Cheshire is odd enough on his own, but now with Dr. Hinterhalt apparently interested in him... who knows what's happening? BL: Dr. Hinterhalt obviously sees something promising in Cheshire aside from that dazzling smile. And the good doc has been hanging around Otto Verhoeven, so he knows something about talent. *************************** MR. DAMAGE def. THE HANGMAN *************************** LM: Do you believe in ghosts, Becky? BL: Only the ghosts of long-dead evil clowns who hunt down wimpy broadcasters. LM: Cut that out! We're hard-pressed for any explanation to the mysterious apparition -- or whatever it was -- that appeared at the IIWF Coliseum Wednesday night. It really did appear to be The Senator -- so much so that The Hangman was counted out when he went to take a closer look. BL: Well if The Senator is trying to manage his men from beyond the grave, getting them counted out isn't a very smart way to do it. LM: We had hoped to get some comments from The Hangmen about this, but they were unavailable for comment. Maybe they'll have something to say on tomorrow night's program. BL: Or maybe they're spooked. Hehe. ************************** DRAW (TIME EXPIRED): THE HANGMEN VS. PAIN, INC. ************************** LM: Speaking of The Hangmen, they endured quite an attack from Pain Inc. Wednesday night, using... shall we say, questionable tactics. BL: Nothing is illegal unless you get caught. LM: The Hangmen used their concealed identities to keep a fresh man in the ring, so it was really three against two. BL: But Pain Inc. had Mr. Mic and Hades, so it was really four against three. LM: But... oh never mind. Time ran out and both teams took the draw. **************************************************************** NO CONTEST: OTTO VERHOEVEN & SANDMAN VS. HARLEQUIN TRAGEDY & HARLEQUIN CHAOS **************************************************************** LM: We didn't think that Otto Verhoeven and The Sandman could work together as a team after Snow Brawl and we were right. BL: For a change. LM: Verhoeven attacked The Sandman before the match even began. He and the Harlequins then scuffled and we had nothing even resembling a wrestling match. BL: That'll change tomorrow night when Verhoeven meets Harlequin Tragedy in a cage match. Otto is definitely ready for that match: [The scene: Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven and Nurse Heidi are standing in their high-tech gym in front of a large video wall. A frozen shot shows Harlequin Tragedy putting the Tragic Ending scorpion Deathlock on an opponent who cannot be recognized. It is a cage match. Heidi has a concerned look on her face while Verhoeven is lifting a dumbbell.] NH: Liebling, you should really vatch this tape from the WFSW I found. You know, Tragedy vas vorld champion there for quite some time and... OV: [looking up from his practice] And what? I have never heard of this WFSW and I don't care what that clown has accomplished in some minor bush league. Come Saturday night, the IIWF will see what I can do to a man in a cage match. The possibilities for crippling an opponent in this kind of match are endless and I will prove once again that no weak, American, inbred imbecile can match up with an German athlete blessed with skill and ability like myself. NH: He has never lost a cage match... OV: He never had to face the Butcher in a cage. Verdammt, I won my first title in a cage, don't you remember? NH: Naturlich, it was you versus the Mad Viking, you broke his legs, didn't you? OV: Ja, how I enjoyed that match. The Viking quit wrestling after that fight, and Tragedy will need his famous endurance to survive his encounter with me. But he has already suffered the pain of one of my chokeslams, so his mind will be confused with fear and he will be easy prey for the most dangerous predator here in the IIWF, the German juggernaut. NH: I only hope none of your enemies try to interfere. Ve are not very popular at the moment. OV: I don't think that the Sandman is stupid enough to challenge me again. He would be doomed if he confronts me again after what he did to you. NH: Dieses dreckige schwein. OV: He got what he deserved. And should the Psycho or even Quigley dare to show up I still have that backup help. Doctor Hinterhalt promised, although I am not sure what's wrong with him. But it is a cage match, so interference is almost impossible. Tragedy, you will be just another victim. NH: You better believe this. OV: WELCOME TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE! [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: Verhoeven certainly seems focused on the match, but The Sandman is not ready to let Verhoeven walk away with the advantage. Take a look: [SCENE: An old, run down gothic church. The Sandman is seated on a bench by a colorful stained-glass window. He is interviewed by a giant person seated in the shadows. The features of the figure are unclear -- the only thing visible are his huge hands. GIANT: Sandman, what's happening to you? First the fall of the Knights, then a poor showing at Snow Brawl, then trusting Otto?! After that Heidi incident and that stunt he pulled on the Subway Psycho, you knew you were in trouble. What's the matter with you? It looks like you're getting careless. SM: You're right. I've got to refocus my abilities. It's a new year and time for a Second Coming. Otto, oh Otto, you may have gotten the best of me. But you know I'll find a way to get to you. Either you or the lovely Heidi. You can't be around all the time. I'm just like a bad dream -- I always come back. Ya know, while you're in the cage with the Harlequin... I'm on the outside free to do whatever. Heidi's always at ringside... think about it. GIANT: That sounds like the Sandman of old. Plain and simply devious. SM: That's right! I'm not in the IIWF to be jobbed. I'm here to do the ass kicking! Which brings me to Creed and the CEO. The entire time before Snow Brawl, I heard the CEO complain that I wasn't training with Creed and some BS about, quote unquote, "pixie dust". Well, look what happened. The CEO tried one of my tricks and failed. Not a wise decision. The blame my friend is not on my head but yours. You cost me a title shot and I'm just a bit pissed off about that. What pisses me off is the thought, the mere THOUGHT that I would ride Creed's coat tails. He's a good wrestler but he's no Sandman. Let me make this clear, I don't ride coat tails, I'm standing on my own two feet with nobody's help. I help myself. If I get jumped I pick myself up and I get ready to fight. I'll put my hands on whomever I want! No one, I mean no one tells me what I can or can't do. Since the IIWF executives would fine me for whacking the CEO, I'll take it out on Creed. Creed, you have considerable talent, but so do I. The deciding factor is this: I'm a veteran of the ring and you're a rookie. If we ever meet or if you're man enough to sign, I promise you you'll leave the ring with three shoes -- two on your feet and one in your ass! GIANT: Watch your mouth -- we're in a holy place. SM: See, that was your problem and mine as well. I wasn't aggressive enough. I'm not going to fall off like the late great Don Antonio or the Man of Steel. I'm going to prove to everyone that I'm a force here in the IIWF. First I'll start by teaching Creed a lesson, then I'll make my way to the Butcher and close his shop! Like I said, it's a new year, I've got a new attitude... no more losing. It's time for the Nightmares to return! GIANT: That's what I like to hear! I'll be ready for the Second Coming. [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] ************************************************************************** --------------------------- IIWF TRASH TALK ---------------------------- ************************************************************************** LM: As Tim Dross reported on Tuesday, the Venusian Death Cell experienced a scare when he was hospitalized following Snow Brawl because of... uh, stomach problems. BL: Stomach problems?! I don't think so! Everyone knows the Cell was poisoned by Tim Dross. I even went to visit the big guy in the hospital. I'll bet you guys didn't know that! LM: You WHAT? Becky, I'm not sure that was such a good... BL: And I took a camera crew along, too. Wanna see what happened? Roll it, guys. [SCENE: The interior of a hospital. Becky LaRue is briskly making her way down a corridor and is speaking to the camera as she walks.] BL: I'm here at the Anchorage Memorial Hospital, where the Venusian Death Cell is currently receiving medical attention after a vicious attack on his health not by another wrestler, but none other than veteran broadcaster Tim Dross. This is it, room twenty four ninety six. Let's see if we can speak to him. [Becky pushes through the curtain and the Cell, unfortunately unmasked, is lying motionless. He is linked up to a mass of machines, all of which are "bleeping" at different pitches. Becky looks at him, looks away as she is startled and horrified at the Cell's face, then looks at him again.] BL: Cell. Death Cell. It's me, Becky LaRue. [The Cell lies still.] BL: Death Cell. Time for breakfast! [The Cell opens his eyes and Becky looks at him and smiles.] VDC: Aaarrrrggghhhh. Hefds dshkdio sdfisdiu disfsdp. BL: Shhhh. It's alright Cell. I don't understand what you just said unfortunately. You're in hospital. VDC: Woh appnd? BL: Sorry? VDC: What... happened... to... me? BL: I don't think you want to know, Cell. VDC: Last... thing... I... remember... I... was uhhh having a... drink with Dross. BL: Yes, that'd be right. At least you haven't lost your memory. But God only knows what they've done to you.. VDC: Who? Those Harlequins or whatever they're called? BL: No. Not those two. I think you'd rather not know. VDC: Please, Becky. Tell me who did this to me.. BL: Okay, but although I wouldn't mind seeing it, promise you won't go and kill him or anything. VDC: Okay, I promise. BL: It was Tim Dross, primarily. VDC: What do you mean? How could Dross put me in hospital? He's old enough to be my dad. BL: He didn't hit you, Cell. He poisoned you. [The Cell gets up, holding his head after a few seconds and starts running for the exit.] BL: Cell. You promised me. [The Cell looks at Becky, who looks back smiling innocently. Cell then walks back towards the bed and gets in.] BL: You can't sleep in this. The covers are ripped. You'll catch your death of cold. I'll go look for assistance. [The Cell grabs Becky by the arm as she gets out of her chair. She cowers, scared of what the big man will do to her.] VDC: Thanks. [The Cell kisses her hand and she walks away as the Cell puts his head back on the cushion of his two hands. He lies reflecting. Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: Wow. It looks like the Cell was... smitten. BL: Yeah, and Dross will be smote if I ever let the Cell loose on him again. I'm tired of people like Dross not being able to stand up to wrestlers, so I thought the Cell deserved to know the truth. LM: Well, that's quite an interesting twist. And I understand the Cell will be back in action very soon, so there appears to be no permanent effects. That may not be the case for anyone who gets in the Syndicate's way. Brian Lau and Don McQueen appear ready to sic their men on anyone... and at any time. BL: Which is bad news for Dork Kauffman, who has to face Casey James tomorrow night: [SCENE: In the Dojo's large training room. Brian Lau and Don McQueen oversee their men working on the heavy bags.] BL: You know, it's nice to get back to the basics of our field. Here we have four of the greatest men in the IIWF getting ready for their endeavors in 1997. DM: Every year is the Syndicate's year, but this one is going to be especially profitable. And we're kicking 1997 off with a bang, riding home on Saturday night in true style with a gym bag full of belts. That'll be the night of the REAL new year's party. BL: Casey has been working with Tiger Claw on loosening up those joints of his for the title match. Take a look. [Casey moves left and right in front of the bag, wearing a pair of bag gloves. He unleashes a combo of lefts and rights, then hits with a spinning backfist. Almost out of nowhere, Casey lashes out with a reverse thrust kick. The bag swings back, and as it comes back, Casey hits a spinning Roundhouse kick. Tiger Claw yells out "Yes!" and catches hold of the bag. Casey steps back and wipes his brow.] BL: New maneuvers in the arsenal of Casey James. This can only spell out victory for us! CJ: To tell you the truth, though, kicks and punches aren't going to be the deciding factor. It's going to be chair shots, ringing the bell on your opponent's head, grabbing a monitor from the broadcast table and ramming it down onto the small of your opponent's back. Hell, with no countout, we could even go out into the parking lot and run each other over in our cars. Dan Khaos, when we enter that ring, we're two warriors with one thing on our minds, and that's to walk out the champion. Of course, hurting each other will be a big factor in our game plans, that's for sure, but it's toward the same goal, that belt. I've been chasing you around, keeping an eye on you for some time now, and it's time for this chapter to come to a close. The conclusion of this story has me in the center of the ring with the IIWF World Title, and it has you being stretchered out of the arena. Why? Because you've got too much on your plate. Let me tell you what's going to bring you down, Dan. Your fans. You worry about all those whining brats cheering you on, and you let it control your actions. Me? The fans I have are few and far between. They like what I do no matter what it is. You've also got Deathbringer breathing down your neck. See, Deathbringer fears me. You've also got Annis after you. I hope he comes down so he can get a pounding. [Casey spits on the ground.] Annis. The guy thinks I wanted to cost Dan the title. Kid, you'd better quit playing with fire, because you're burned out. Why would I cost Dan the title when I've been trying to get at him for so long? Anyway, Dan, you've also got Quigley on your case. This guy cracks me up. He gets eliminated almost immediately from the Lethal Lottery, and he's saying he's _still_ better than me? Quigley, you should spend less time putting down other wrestlers and spend more time thinking about winning. To quote the great one, to talk the talk, you've got to walk the walk. I beat the _whole_ IIWF at Snow Brawl. That makes me the best, case closed. Once I have the title, there will be no disputing that. So, Dan, bring it on, and give me a good fight. I want the whole world to stop and think, "You know? He really _is_ the best!" BL: Don, how are your men training? DM: They've been spending a lot of time on the mean streets of this town after dark, hunting for street gangs stupid enough to mess with them. There were a lot of punks staggering home on New Year's Day holding their teeth in their hands and nursing broken ribs I can tell ya'. That's how Kane and Wulf keep their killer instincts honed. They like to play when there are no referees around to stop the carnage. Take it away guys. [Kane and Wulf leap at the heavy bag as though it were a real opponent and begin clubbering away in a frenzy. Under the force of their blows, the bag begins to burst at the seams and stuffing flies through the air. Suddenly, Wulf heaves mightily at the bag and it rips out of the support from the ceiling and onto the gym floor. Snarling, Wulf rips a big chunk out of the bag with his teeth]. BL: That's impressive! [Kane turns towards the camera, looking hyped up after the workout.] KANE: The Dark Disciples are feeling good these days. In other words, we're feeling especially hostile, destructive and tormented. We especially savored the feeling of casting aside all the weak lemmings of the IIWF during the Snow Brawl battle royal. It was just like the ancient days when the pagan hordes would cleave through their foes in a berserk bloodlust. High Plains Drifters, it is most unfortunate for you that you retained your titles at Snow Brawl, for now you you have been chosen to suffer a dark and evil fate. You think you are a pair of badasses, but you cannot begin to guess the depths of evil the Dark Disciples are prepared to unleash. It will be most satisfying strapping the tag team belts around our waists on Saturday night. It shall be a symbol that evil is the most powerful force in this world, and it shall signify a new twilight for the IIWF. [Wulf looks up and gives a demented cackle, then rips another chunk out of the bag]. BL: Now Tiger Claw, you're the only one not in title contention. What's the matter? [Tiger Claw gives a sideways glance at Brian.] BL: No, no... Don't take it the wrong way... Things have been slow for all of us lately. Don't worry. After you take care of Brody Thunder, the IIWF will have to look at you as a top contender again. TC: Was I ever considered otherwise? BL: Of course not. Don't worry. Musashi will have to give you a rematch for the Cruiserweight title. You'll hold gold again before long. I have faith in you, Claw. We're going to have to get you back into the spotlight, that's all. You've been spending so much time training Syndicate members that you've been neglecting yourself. From this moment on, we're getting you back on top of the IIWF. [Tiger Claw looks at Brian for a while, then walks off the scene.] BL: Don't worry, guys... he's just a little upset about his performance lately. That loss to Musashi really bothered him. Anyway, we've got some title shots to get ready for, so let's get going! [The Disciples and Casey go back to working on techniques, while Brian and Don McQueen continue to watch over them. Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: The Syndicate could leave the IIWF Coliseum tomorrow night with two of the IIWF's most prized belts, and Steve Kowalski will also be putting his Intercontinental Championship on the line against Marty Warnett. BL: Maybe Shakespeare should tell Warnett what it's like to be skullpumped. LM: I think Kowalski would rather tell Warnett himself: [SCENE: The camera focuses in on the IIWF Intercontinental title belt. The gold is dazzling as the light shines on it. "Don't Fear the Reaper" starts up as the camera pans away from the belt, eventually showing Steve "The Fury" Kowalski staring back at the camera. A voiceover, which sounds oddly like Kowalski himself, begins.] VO: You can count the number of truly _feared_ champions on one hand. The New Jersey Nightmare is one of them. Not even a suspension could slow down the meanest S.O.B. in wrestling. Marty Warnett... what are you thinking? [The screen shows numerous matches, all ending in the devastating Skullpmp by Kowalski. The end of Snow Brawl is seen with The Fury holding the IC belt high above his head. Voiceover continues.] VO: Men like Kowalski pave their way to greatness... [Kowalski Skullpumps Billy Shakespeare] ...while others simply follow the leader. [Warnett being pinned by Lord Byron] I know who Las Vegas will be betting on. [Kowalski balls up his fist and points to _his_ belt.] VO: They will be betting on the most devastating beast to hit the ring since Bruno the Sandman. They will be betting on the FURY! SK: January 4th! "Party Enema," I'm gonna start off the new year with a [BLEEP]in' BANG! My new year's resolution is _FEAR_! And ya will be the one shakin' in ya boots. I'll bring the belt, ya bring the body! [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: Kowalski, of course, won that belt from Billy Shakespeare at Snow Brawl. The man who is "born to perform" would like a rematch, but isn't sure he'll get the opportunity from Kowalski: [SCENE: Billy Shakespeare kneels center stage as a blue spotlight cuts the darkness. Glittering sparkles float through its beam.] BS: "Oh God!" as Hamlet lamented, "I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." For indeed, it does feel like a bad dream. Just that, NOT a "New Jersey Nightmare". It was the ever re-occurring dream of being in a play, but not knowing the lines. Which is what happened at Snow Brawl. I prepared to play a role against the technical tactician Billy Sexton, but instead received the "New Jersey Neanderthal". But no excuses, no complaints, yea, Kowalski fairly holds the Intercontinental title. I make no assumptions that he has any honor, or will accept a rematch when my physical condition is no longer an Achilles heel. [A light goes on above his head.] Perhaps I have misinterpreted this dream? Maybe the dream of which I think is the one where you stand naked in public? For indeed, without a belt around my waist, I do indeed feel nude. I will get a belt, I vow this now, I will soon be wearing a new belt. If not, then I'm not "Born to Perform." And that can't be true, because I'm Billy Shakespeare. [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: Speaking of champions, we have one LIVE in the studio this evening. Let's go over to Tim Dross... BL: The poisoner himself. LM: ...for a very special interview. Tim? [Cut to Tim Dross standing in the interview area. A spotlight falls on him.] TD: Thanks Larry. [then under his breath] Poisoner... indeed! Joining me now for an exclusive interview, here is the new IIWF Cruiserweight Champion, the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi! [The studio audience gives a big pop as Musashi comes down to the interview area with the Cruiserweight belt over his shoulder. When he reaches the platform, Takezo bows and then holds the belt aloft triumphantly to an even bigger pop]. TD: Takezo, first of all congratulations are in order for your victory over Tiger Claw and Hakiro Matsuoko at Snow Brawl. How does it feel to have your first taste of championship gold? TM: It is a great feeling Tim, holding aloft this belt in the center of the ring after such a hard-fought victory has been the highlight of my career thus far. It is an example of hard work and determination paying off. It took me a while to reach this pinnacle, and now that I am here I will not cheapen the image of my belt by becoming a paper champion. I will put the title on the line night after night against all comers. I want to be known as a fighting champion and I won't duck a single contender. Any wrestler who wants a shot at my belt, you just have to ask and your wish shall be granted. I will battle you all in turn and defeat you one by one. [Big pop from the audience.] TD: Those are brave words "Enigma," and I am sure you are up to the task of backing them up. However, you can't deny that the circumstances of your victory were somewhat controversial. TM: I will not dispute that Tim, though it was through no fault of my own. Shinja Chow had no business coming to ringside and disrupting my finest hour. I understand he has a score to settle with Hakiro Matsuoko, but that should have been left for another time, his actions at Snow Brawl were dishonorable. I can see a shadow falling across the brow of the White Phoenix, he is flirting with the dark side, and I am very concerned. As for the tainted victory, well, I will just have to prove my worth by defending my title as an honorable champion should. And when my reign is over, the people will not point at me and say "there stands a man who needed outside interference to win his championship," they will point at me and say, "there stands Takezo Musashi, the greatest Cruiserweight champion in history!" [Crowd pop.] TD: Many fans were shocked that not only did the White Phoenix interfere in your matchup, he actually man-handled you! TM: Well I was a little surprised by that myself, Tim. But one thing every wrestler must learn the hard way, and learn it fast or perish, is that there are no lasting friendships in this business. Wrestling is such an intense sport that it can be no other way, alliances are formed and broken on a daily basis. You just have to deal with it and get on with your career. This rift may have been brewing for some time though. Remember when the Phoenix and I fought one another in Japan? In the days after the match was signed, Shinja stopped returning my calls. At the time I did not think much of it, since you can't buddy up to a guy when you know you must face him in the ring in a few days. After our match though, I expected things to return to normal. I called up Shinja to ask him for advice on my title shot at Snow Brawl, and he hung up on me! Perhaps he was miffed about being passed over for the shot himself, perhaps he just does not possess the will to fight for honor any more, I don't know. But once Shinja returns from his tour, I will look forward to defending my title against him, and I will prove just who is the greatest warrior in the IIWF! [Big mixed pop from the audience.] TD: That is a match-up we will all look forward to. Now, you are slated to face Randy Acorn tomorrow night in a non-title bout. Any thoughts on this contest? TM: I make it a rule to never underestimate any of my foes, but I am confident I will emerge from this bout the victor. I have already beaten the "Badboy" once before if you recall. Acorn is a talented grappler, but he lacks the focus and faith in his own abilities to triumph over a warrior of my caliber. I have had a brief sabbatical after Snow Brawl, and all that time I have been frantic to get back in the ring. Saturday night shall be a tune-up for my real goal in the future, to defend my title against the best the world has to offer, and to elevate the IIWF Cruiserweight title to the status of the most coveted light heavyweight championship in the world! [Crowd pop] TD: The IIWF can only hope that you will be able to live up to those bold claims. Thank you for your time, Takezo. [Musashi bows to the studio audience and then leaves the platform to a big pop. Cut back to Larry and Becky at the desk.] LM: Of course, Takezo Musashi won the belt from Hakiro Matsuoko at Snow Brawl. Controversy remains because of Shinja Chow's attack on Matsuoko, and it appears to be an attack that burns in Matsuoko's very soul: [SCENE: Hakiro Matsuoko's dojo in Japan. Hakiro is still bruised and has a few burns from his match and run in with Shinja Chow. Hakiro is teaching a class and is being awfully hard on the students. After any mistake, they get a hard tongue lashing. Hakiro dismisses class and walks to the back.] HM: Shinja Chow [he grins at the name], you want to threaten me? You are a coward, and have no honor and are not worthy of a kick in the throat. You blame so many men for your own shortcomings. You blame the front office for not putting you in the match? You are a COWARD! You had the first crack at the match, but, your hiatus or whatever excuse you came up with prevented you from your shot. You could not stand in the same ring with me, Tiger Claw or Enigma. You call yourself the Angel? Well, we will see who will burn like the sun. We will see. My hat is off to you, Enigma, for a well-fought victory, I do not agree with the decision naturally, but, I will abide by the rules. Tiger Claw, you were a worthy adversary and an even worthier ally as was Enigma. My business with you is done, my friend. My hate is focused on Shinja Chow. You have caused me to lose that which I hold most dear, my title. I will cause you to lose everything, including your life. Do not blink Chow or your life will slip out of those tiny hands. You have awakened the beast and all the fury of the infinite Hell's are upon you now. You will die. [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: Everyone wants to get their hands on The White Phoenix when he returns. BL: I hope they plan to wear asbestos gloves. Hehe. LM: Well, I promised you earlier that we would be hearing from Dan Kauffman and The Players' Club. BL: I had hoped you were lying. LM: Both Kauffman and The Players' Club has a lot going on right now. Let's check in with them to see what they're planning: [SCENE: A recreation room, complete with a dartboard in the far corner and a shuffleboard court against the far wall. All is empty in the room for the moment, but there is a lot of noise heading towards the room as The Players' Club approaches.] DDD: [Quiet, but getting louder...] Look guys, I was ready to head out of here, and the only reason I stayed was so I could prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Player's Club was, is, and will always be the best group ever assembled! MR: [Again, getting louder] But look, maybe it is time for a change. I'm not convinced that the IIWF is the place for us to show what we're made of... we don't have to prove ourselves to nobody. DDD: [Really close] This is the IIWF. EVERYBODY has to prove themselves -- and that's what we're going to do. [The door to the room flies open, and Danny Dynamite and Michael Reyna step in with a quick pace. Dynamite sits on the recliner, and Reyna heads to his darts.] MR: So that starts with Pain Inc., or whatever their names are, is that right? Cause I think we can take Pain Inc. without much trouble. I mean, we shouldn't have to break a sweat... DDD: [Screaming] You better believe we'll have to break a sweat! I'm not underestimating any more damned opponents, Mike! We're too good for that! [From the doorway emerges Dan Kauffman, a stern look on his kisser.] DK: Guys, let's not argue the point here. Pain Incorporated is a damn good team, and you guys are ready for them. Save the arguments till you get past them! DDD: Yeah, he's right. We've got to beat Pain Inc, regardless. DK: And it seems Pain Inc. wants a piece of me now. Guys, first off, it's no big secret that I have more guts than brains. But if you want to mess with The Player's Club, that means that you mess with me as well. You want to try and hurt me, here's a secret. I'm not a damned ESPN reporter, and I don't mind pain too much. You guys think you're tough? Just wait till the PC gets a hold on you guys. MR: Then you will all be in a world of trouble, cause we ain't lettin' NOTHING get in our way now! DDD: And as far as Casey James goes... DK: This one's on me, fellas. Hey James, if you think stealing my dog is bad, wait till you see what I do to you now! I saw Brandon earlier, and he's pretty shaken. When you start messing with my friends, you mess with me, and I still remember what you did to Joe Latta. I've been called a wuss, a geek, a skinny nothing and worse, but the fact is, I can fight with more damned pride and emotion than anyone, and I GET THE JOB DONE! Casey, you want my belt! Come and get it, and do anything you want! You want a hardcore match? You think I can't wrestle a hardcore match? Just wait, James. I was Khaos once, and I can be Khaos again. DDD: And Quigley, where the [BLEEP] do you get off with all that crap you say against Kauffman? He beat Verhoeven on his own, and you had nothing to do with it! I am sick and tired of all this bull[BLEEP] about the PC having to depend on others! Quigley, you put your nose where it doesn't belong, and your ass will be grass! DK: Wait a minute, Danny. I'll handle Quigley the way I want. You don't need to get involved. DDD: No, Quigley is going to suffer PC style! DK: He'll suffer MY style, not PC style. I've got it handled! MR: Guys? About this "no argument" clause in this interview? DDD: Sorry about that. All I have to say is that you fellas -- and I'm referring to Pain Inc. -- you guys don't have a chance once we get through with you, because we're heading for the top, and you guys will not get in our way! Quigley, I'm warning you... DK: No need for the warning. James, it's you and me tomorrow night. Tell me, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? MR: And have you done it PC style? ALL THREE: I DON'T THINK SO! [Reyna fires a dart into the bullseye. Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] BL: I'm telling you, there's trouble brewing with Dynamite, Reyna, and Kauffman. Those guys just haven't been getting along. LM: I have to disagree. For the first time since they've been in the IIWF, all three of those members of The Players' Club seem to be forming a cohesive unit. And speaking of cohesive units, Onslaught and Tony Starks continue to work out in New York. Starks continues to look better every time we see him. BL: Maybe so, but Onslaught had better not mess with the Venusian Death Cell or he'll regret it. LM: What is it with you and the Cell? BL: None of your business, Larry. LM: Okay, okay. Let's hear from Onslaught and Tony Starks: [SCENE: Onslaught is in a New York gym. He and Tony Starks are both sparring, but neither of them is going at full speed. Onslaught seems distracted and Starks pops him one in the gut just to get his attention. They both grin and quit.] TS: Man, what the hell is eating you? You still pissed about the Cell? I told you, don't ever show what you are thinking, don't let your emotions get the best of you, you got that? ON: Starks, that is you, not me. I thrive on how over the edge things can get, you know me. I came here for one purpose -- to look out for you -- and someone screwed that all up. Death Cell, that person is you. You must not remember what I did to Fisto Flash, he isn't here anymore after he angered me. What do you think that I am going to do to you? Well, that is a secret and only I know. Watch your back because I will strike anywhere, anytime. No one is safe... TS: Word. Do what you gotta do. You know what I am saying? And don't think that I have forgotten about you, Kobiashi. You are a dead man walking, you got me? You better remember what I used to be like, when I worked for you. I was relentless. When I get back, that is exactly what I will be. You want to destroy someone? You are destroying yourself. Peace. [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: The Armed Forces will be out to build on their victory at Snow Brawl when they meet G.W.R. tomorrow night in the Coliseum. BL: Aaron has those guys wrestling well right now. If not for the disqualification caused by Pain Inc., Nav and Def would be wearing the belts again. LM: That very topic came up when I interviewed The Armed Forces following Snow Brawl, and it hit a sore spot with the team. Take a look: [SCENE: The locker room. NavCom and DefCon, the Armed Forces, celebrate their victory with Aaron the Caddy and a few close friends from the SAC Air Force Base. Larry Morton is back with them to conduct to interview.] LM: NavCom, DefCon, you just scored a huge victory here in front of the "home" crowd here on the base, but didn't win the titles. Tell us a little bit about what you're feeling right now. NC: We're thrilled to have won the match. With all the support of the great United States Armed Services behind us, it was tough to lose the match. We're glad that we were able to put on a good showing. I'd like to thank everyone who showed up, and the 400-some odd people who came all the way from the Big O [Omaha] to cheer us on. It was a great feeling and I hope we get that opportunity again in the future. Perhaps the IIWF will come on tour to the Civic in Omaha. DC: We did win the match, there's no doubt about that; it's a great feeling, getting back on top again. But, we did not win the titles, just as you said Larry. That hurts us. We were ready to become two-time champions of the tag team ranks. We'll regret not scoring the pinfall, sure, but we know that another moment will come where we will have the chance to win the belts... it's inevitable. And when that moment comes, we'll make good on the shot. At this point, we're just savoring the home crowd victory. Winning the match for all these great supporters is enough for me right now. LM: Well, I'm sure you'll be in contention for a title shot sometime soon, but as of right now, the Dark Disciples are getting the match with the High Plains Drifters. Your thoughts on them? ATC: I know Brian Lau. Brian Lau is an exceptional manager. He's had great talent for a long time now. Tiger Claw, Casey James, Joe Latta, and now his newest addition, the Dark Disciples. I know little about these two newcomers, but I do know that with Lau on the ring apron, they've got to be taken seriously in any match, and that includes this one. DC: With the Drifters reeling after this earlier loss, it will be interesting to see if they can win the match. If they can, more power to them. If they can't, then I imagine that the Disciples will have the Armed Forces breathing down their necks. LM: Pain, Inc. came down and interfered in the match. It won you the match, but cost you a shot at the titles. Things as of late have not been going well between you and Pain, Inc. What's the deal with that partnership? NC: I will tell you something, Larry. I'm gettin' a little sick of... ATC: Um, we have no comment at this time on Pain, Inc. LM: Well, the Armed Forces, NavCom, DefCon, thanks for your comments! [Fade. Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] ************************************************************************** --------------------- IIWF SATURDAY NIGHT PREVIEW ---------------------- ************************************************************************** LM: We'll be back in the IIWF Coliseum tomorrow night, and what a lineup we have in store! * IIWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: Dan Kauffman vs. Casey James * IIWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: Steve Kowalski vs. Marty Warnett * IIWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: High Plains Drifters vs. Dark Disciples * IIWF CRUISERWEIGHT NON-TITLE MATCH: "Enigma" Takezo Musashi vs. "Badboy" Randy Acorn * CAGE MATCH: Otto Verhoeven vs. Harlequin Tragedy * Deathbringer vs. Scott "the Whine" Bloom [J] * Armed Forces vs. G.W.R. * "Real Deal" Luke Steele vs. "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder * Dirt Dog Unique Allah vs. American Patriot LM: Be sure to join us for all the action! ************************************************************************** -------------------------- IIWF NEW BLOOD ----------------------------- ************************************************************************** LM: News that the IIWF is atop the e-wrestling world has applications pouring in from every continent. BL: Yeah, but that one guy -- The Antarctica Bulldog -- was pretty weak. LM: We do have three newcomers to introduce tonight, all of whom hopes to make a splash in the IIWF. We sent Bulldog Brown to the Great Smoky Mountains to meet our first newcomer: [SCENE: Bulldog Brown wanders near the edge of a wooded forest in a mountainous region. He wipes the sweat from his brow as he glances back a small town in the valley below, then stares into the dark forest.] BB: Nobody told me that January in North Carolina is like summertime in New Yawk. Climbing this blessed hill reminds me how outta shape I'm getting and... hey, what the [BLEEP]! [Brown's comments are cut short as a large shadow swoops at his head and screeches. The camera man also ducks, causing the shot to go cock-eyed for a few moments. As the shot is righted, Bulldog Brown can be seen getting to his feet.] BB: What the... was that an airplane? What did... Yaaaaaaahh! [Brown is startled as he turns to encounter a powerfully-built young Native American who seemingly has appeared from thin air. As Brown examines the Cherokee man's face, he pulls a photo from his shirt pocket and nods his head.] BB: I take it you're the Nightwing guy I was sent to find. You got some low-flying airplanes around here. [Nightwing grins, his long black hair falling over his shoulders. He pulls at a beaded necklace and looks up into the sky.] NW: My apologies for Chiqoit, Mr. Brown. Strangers make him nervous. Like the brother deer that run to the safety of the forest, Chiqoit is distrustful of those he does not know. BB: Chee-Kwa? Weird name for an airplane. NW: [grinning] Chiqoit is an eagle, Mr. Brown. He is my... companion. My guide sent from the great spirits to help me on a quest -- a quest that involves the IIWF, as you may have guessed. BB: Well, we got dead guys and looney birds, why not an Injun and an eagle? NW: Please, Mr. Brown, I much prefer Cherokee. Although the name apparently holds little pride for... them. [he points to the town in the valley] BB: Aw, I was just down there a little while ago. They got a big casino. I bought some rubber tommyhawks for my nephews and had a picture taken with a chief outside his teepee. Then I went to... NW: Please stop, Mr. Brown. The town and the people bear the name Cherokee in public only. It puts dollars in their pockets while pride falls from their hands. I seek to instill pride once again in the Cherokee Nation. Just as those from my tribe sought refuge in these mountains and isolated themselves from the rest of the world, so have those men and women in the town isolated themselves from their past. My people were once known as fierce fighters... and they will be again. The Trail of Tears broke the spirits of many, but it made the spirits of others much stronger. Those spirits live on today. BB: And your eagle fits in... where? NW: Last year, I wandered off deep into the forest. I encountered many spirits, but walked even deeper into the woods. Finally, at what must have been the pinnacle of a mountain, the trees cleared and the stars surrounded me. I was looking down on many stars and could not even see the earth below me. A voice spoke to me clearly and told me of my future for what seemed like hours. Finally, as the voice faded, an eagle landed on my arm -- it was Chiqoit. I felt the mountain shake beneath me and I was falling... but not really. I was... I don't know any other way to say it, Mr. Brown. I was... flying. BB: [rolling his eyes] Uhhhh-huh. NW: I don't expect you to believe me, Mr. Brown. I only ask you to remember this story when you see me in the IIWF ring. Since that night, when I awoke back in my small village in the woods, my name has been Nightwing -- and Chiqoit has been my constant companion and guardian. I believe he was sent to me by the great spirits. BB: So you're gonna find fame and fortune in the IIWF? NW: No, Mr. Brown, I hope to find answers. In the IIWF, I see a few men who have been loyal to their ancestry. Billy Shakespeare retains the name of his famous relative. Takezo Musashi and Hakiro Matsuoko do honor to their fallen ancestors. Even a man like Brody Thunder, whose motives I must question, does not deny his past. I am what my forefathers were, Mr. Brown, and I only seek to find the answers to unite my people once again. Perhaps those answers lie in the IIWF. [A loud eagle screech causes Bulldog and the camera man to look up into the sky. After a few seconds, they turn back to find that Nightwing has disappeared. Bulldog shrugs his shoulders at the camera and begins trudging down the mountain toward the town. Fade. The following statistics and information roll on the screen:] Nightwing ~~~~~~~~~ Weight: 235 lbs. Height: 6'3" Origin: Cherokee, North Carolina Appearance: A member of the Cherokee Nation, Nightwing wears traditional Native American attire to the ring. His constant companion is an American bald eagle named "Chiqoit" for the bird spirit. He enters in the darkness until a loud eagle screech is heard, then white light fills the arena as Chiqoit flies over the crowd before returning to Nightwing's arm. They both then continue to the ring to Bryan Adams' "Native Son." Inside the ring, Nightwing wears red tights, as well as red boots adorned with feathers. His shoulder-length black hair is pulled back when he wrestles, but is loose outside the ring. He is muscular and can match an opponent blow for blow, but he relies more on his quickness and aerial attack. Theme Music: Open with a loud eagle screech which segues to "Native Son" by Bryan Adams Orientation: Face Five Favorite Moves: 1. Tomahawk chop 2. Spinning heel kick 3. Drop kick from the top rope 4. Clothesline from the top rope 5. Bulldog Finishing Move: "The Totem Drop" -- A variation of a top-rope suplex. Nightwing begins to suplex his opponent from the top rope, but he is able to maintain his balance on the top turnbuckle as he drops his opponent to the mat. Nightwing follows with a moonsault onto his prone foe. Primary Attributes: 1. Aerial 2. Intelligence 3. Endurance Profile: Nightwing is a mysterious and solitary figure. He does not reveal his real name, but goes only by Nightwing. As a young man, he left his home with his parents and a group of older Cherokees who had grown discouraged by his tribe's commercialization of their hometown and their tradition. They lived in the surrounding mountains and the elders taught Nightwing the ways of the Cherokee. He honed his skills and his body by living in the wild. He is talented and outgoing in the ring and is friendly toward the fans, but he prefers the company of his eagle, Chiqoit. He is often heard speaking to the bird, which has been known to use its talons to protect him from sneak attacks. [Handler: Jayson Rice (JRNitewing@aol.com)] LM: Nightwing looks like a mysterious fellow. BL: And cute, too. I'd like to ruffle his feathers. LM: Uh, yes, well. Moving on, we have another mysterious newcomer by the name of the Highwayman. If you believe The Senator can come back as a ghost, you'll love this story: [SCENE: A series of historical slides and narrative accompanies the following promo:] Born in 1668 as Adam Smith, the son of a lowly farmer, he suffered a childhood of hardship under high taxes and the iron fist of the law of the land. His mother worked herself into an early grave eating little in her attempt feed her young child and working harder than any woman should. He took up the plow and sickle at the age of 8 to help his grieving father run a farm whose profits went straight into the pockets of the tax collectors, leaving barely enough for them both to eat. In this manner, life (as he knew it) continued for 10 years during which time he grew tall and strong. In the spring of 1686 at the age of 18 his life was to change irrevocably. After a severe winter, his father, on behalf of most of his neighbors, appealed to the Collector to allow him to pay only half their yearly taxes, promising to catch up next year. The Collector was furious, the Lord was expecting an Earl to visit shortly and wanted to hold a banquet in his honor, how could the Lord explain to an Earl that he cannot have fine French wine at his table because his subjects had suffered a hard winter and couldn't pay their taxes?! Adam's father was beaten to death as a message to the rest of the farmers that he would brook no excuses -- the alternative to taxes was death! When Adam discovered what had happened, he calmly collected his sparse belongings, picked up his father's flintlock pistols and, after a wait of two days, intercepted the visiting Earl on the road to the Lord's castle and shot him. On that day, Adam Smith the farmer ceased to be. Adam Smith The Highwayman was born. For nine years, The Highwayman was a terror to any aristocrats travelling the road through the County of York. No one escaped his vengeance. Most were simply robbed, some were wounded but he took no other lives. During those nine years, the poor farmers of York seemed to pay their taxes with neither a quibble or an argument, seemed to have far more money than they should, and none would have a bad word spoken of the Highwayman in their presence. Then the Lord died and his son took over the fiefdom. He was a kinder man who cut taxes and even exempted some from taxes altogether. He lived a relatively frugal life compared to his father and he truly cared about his subjects. When Adam Smith gave himself up, the new Lord knew he could not pardon him even though he knew he kept none of the fruits of his labor for himself and his actions were justified by his own father's uncaring attitude. In the eyes of the Law he was a murderer and a thief regardless of his provocation, and only one punishment could be exacted. The Highwayman was hung, drawn and quartered, then buried with all his possessions on the stroke of midnight at a cross-roads, because according to legend, if a man is unjustly executed in this manner, he would be given a second chance to prove his heart was true. Exactly 300 years have passed since that fateful day and alongside a cross-roads, just outside a small village in England, the ground stirs and cracks and a hand holding an antique flintlock pistol breaks the surface. [Fade. The following statistics and information roll on the screen:] Highwayman ~~~~~~~~~~ Weight: 285 lbs Height: 6'4" Origin: Leeds, England Appearance: Wears grey leather trousers, knee-high leather boots white Silk Shirt, long-tailed jacket, three pointed hat and a pair of antique flintlock pistols. He sheds the shirt, jacket, hat and pistols before fighting. Theme Music: "Stand And Deliver" by Adam and the Ants Orientation: Face Five Favorite moves: 1. Powerbomb 2. Russian Sickle 3. Bear Hug 4. Gut wrench suplex 5. Big punch Finishing move: "Daylight Robbery" Neck Breaker Primary Attributes: 1. Strength 2. Intelligence 3. Brawling Profile: Born As Adam Smith in 1667 in Leeds, England. Branded a thief, a murderer, and an outcast from the law but while he admitted to being a thief, he was no murderer. He robbed those that could afford to pay and gave the proceeds to the oppressed people of Yorkshire. Some say he took a little too much pleasure in killing those that wouldn't pay, but that was nothing more than propaganda spread by the government of the day to discredit him. When he was caught, at the age of 29 he was hanged at a crossroads. Legend has it though, that anyone who was unjustly hanged would rise up after 300 years to prove his heart is true. The 300 years have passed... The Highwayman has been reborn! [Handler: Mike Burns (SGSPWM@ENTERPRISE.NET)] LM: Wow, 300 years in the grave. BL: Big deal. Deathbringer's been there an eternity. LM: Show a little respect, would you? Our final newcomer this week knows what it's like to have one foot in the grave. He was savagely attacked by an opponent and... BL: Larry, why don't you just roll the footage? LM: Oh yeah. Here you go: [SCENE: Joe Petrow is walking down a deserted street in the middle of the night. He is dressed in a simple leather jacket and blue jeans, but what stands out more is the unkempt hair, ragged facial hair, and the small brace on his right leg.] JP: My mother used to tell me not to go out by myself at night, because you never know what kind of weirdos might be out there. But it's my first night out of the hospital in over two months, and besides... I _am_ one of those weirdos now! So I guess I've got nothing to fear anymore. You can be sure I've got some scores to settle with the people that made me this way. But there's another issue that's even more important. Two years ago, I was the king of the e-wrestling world. Then the politicking of others and the grandstanding of myself put me on the outside looking in, and the e-wrestling world has kind of passed me by ever since. But that time in my career is over. It's a new year, a new look, a new outlook, but in the end, it's gonna be the way it used to be, with Joe Petrow being the man that EVERYONE wants a shot at. Lots of federations can say they are the best. But the IIWF has EARNED that honor. If they are the best, then that is where I am going to go to prove that _I_ am the best. And mark my words... I WILL become IIWF World Heavyweight Champion. But there's another reason I'm coming to the IIWF. I guess it's best to speak metaphorically about that. I used to have a friend -- a friend with whom I walked side by side down the road of life. Then one day that friend deserted me, and from that point on I walked alone. It became a long, hard walk, and I wasn't sure how much further I could go. Then I saw a pair of footprints that I hadn't noticed there before. That meant someone had been here before. And I saw the footprints were going where I wanted to go. So I picked up pace, trying to catch up to whoever was making them. And then the other day, I caught a glimpse of the man far off in the distance. It took me a while to make him out, but then I remembered a man I had seen a lot on the television when I was on the shelf. A man by the name of Brody Thunder. And I realized: that's the guy! That's the guy who knows where I've been, and knows where I'm going. And I thought; a guy like that could be my biggest asset. Then I thought of my former friend, and realized he could be my worst enemy. Brody Thunder, it's only a matter of time until I finally catch up to you. And when that day comes, I'll have already decided whether I'm gonna shake your hand... or your throat. For the rest of you: Joe Petrow's in town. The new guys know nothing about me; the oldtimers know even less. But you can be sure that none of you are gonna keep from where I wanna go anymore. [The camera stops following Joe, and lets him disappear into the night. Fade. The following statistics and information roll on the screen:] "Sychosys" Joe Petrow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Weight: 227 lbs. Height: 6'3" Origin: Residing in Tokyo, Japan Appearance: His once handsome face now sports the scars of a fireball attack, and ragged, disheveled facial hair. Theme Music: "I Don't Care Anymore" by Phil Collins Orientation: Neutral Five favorite moves: 1. Figure-Five Leglock 2. Spinebuster on metal guard rail 3. Running bulldog on announcers' table 4. Superkick 5. Mandible Claw Finishing move: "Bullet Train To Hell" -- Petrow grabs his opponent as if to give a Perfect Plex, but instead drives his head into the mat like a DDT, using the leg as a handle for extra leverage. "The Knightmare" -- Petrow picks his opponent up like a Tombstone piledriver, or a British Bulldog running powerslam. But then he puts his hands under his opponent's armpits and hoists him straight up, then drives him into the mat. Kind of a reverse Razor's Edge, where the opponent is facing the mat instead of the ceiling. Primary Attributes: 1. Toughness 2. Intelligence 3. Brawling Profile: A former two-time RSPCW/FWLI World's Champion. Once one of the most handsome, cunning, and controversial wrestlers around, he suffered a brutal, disfiguring beating at the hands of former arch-rival Chris Taylor in NCW. After spending nearly two months in recovery, Petrow has become a bitter lost soul, seeking only to cause pain and suffering to others. [Handler: Joe Petrow (joepet@server.berkeley.edu )] ************************************************************************** --------------------- LATEST IIWF SINGLES RANKINGS --------------------- ************************************************************************** ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name F/H Fought W L D Win% Ranking (old) new ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dan Kauffman F 23 16 5 2 74% (WC) WC Steve Kowalski H 12 9 3 0 75% (7=) IC "Enigma" Takezo Musashi N 21 16 5 0 76% (5) CW ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Brody Thunder H 7 6 1 0 86% (1) 1 Deathbringer H 25 20 3 2 84% (2) 2 Otto Verhoeven H 18 13 4 1 75% (3) 3 Chris Quigley F 15 11 4 0 73% (4) 4 Subway Psycho F 24 15 7 2 67% (5) 5 Marty Warnett F 26 17 9 0 66% (7) 6 Billy Shakespeare F 27 17 9 1 65% (6) 7 Harlequin Tragedy N 7 4 2 1 64% (8) 8 Casey James H 27 16 9 2 63% (9) 9 Tiger Claw H 36 19 15 2 56% (10) 10 Stud Stetson H 9 4 3 2 56% (11) 11 The Sandman F 22 12 10 0 55% (12) 12 The Hangman H 13 4 6 3 42% (13) 13 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mad Dog Watkins H 4 3 1 0 75% (14) 14= Cheshire H 4 3 1 0 75% (16=) 14= "Real Deal" Luke Steele F 1 1 0 0 100% (15) 16= "Badboy" Randy Acorn H 1 1 0 0 100% (-) 16= Harlequin Chaos N 3 2 1 0 67% (16=) 18= American Patriot F 3 2 1 0 67% (16=) 18= Serge Annis N 4 2 1 1 63% (20) 20 Creed N 4 2 2 0 50% (19) 21= Ronnie Paris F 4 2 2 0 50% (21) 21= Highwayman F - - - - - (-) - "Sychosys" Joe Petrow N - - - - - (-) - Nightwing F - - - - - (-) - -------------------------------- on tour ------------------------------- The White Phoenix F 15 11 4 0 73% (-) - Lord Byron H 11 8 3 0 73% (-) - Dirt Dog Unique Allah N 3 2 1 0 67% (-) - Billy Sexton H 23 14 9 0 61% (-) - Venusian Death Cell H 12 7 5 0 58% (-) - Hakiro Matsuoko N 27 15 11 1 57% (-) - Onslaught F 11 6 5 0 55% (-) - Mr. Damage H 21 10 11 0 48% (-) - ----------------------------- on sabbatical ---------------------------- Vinny Cappicola F 12 5 4 3 54% (-) - Don Antonio F 20 10 10 0 50% (-) - ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ************************************************************************** -------------------- LATEST IIWF TAG TEAM RANKINGS --------------------- ************************************************************************** ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Name of team F/H Fought W L D Win% Ranking (old) new ------------------------------------------------------------------------ High Plains Drifters H 24 16 7 1 69% (WT) WT ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Armed Forces H 24 16 7 1 69% (1) 1 The Arabian Knights H 14 9 5 0 64% (2) 2 The Hangmen H 13 7 4 2 62% (4) 3 GWR N 5 3 2 0 60% (5=) 4 The Dark Disciples H 5 3 2 0 60% (5=) 5 Pain Inc. H 13 7 5 1 58% (3) 6 The Alphabet Boys F 14 7 5 2 57% (7) 7 The Players' Club F 8 4 4 0 50% (9) 8 The Zodiac Connection F 14 6 8 0 43% (8) 9 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Harlequins N 1 1 0 0 100% (11) 10 -------------------------------- on tour ------------------------------- Rising Sun Revolution F 12 9 3 0 75% (1) - Domination F 6 4 1 1 75% (2) - ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ************************************************************************** ----------- COMING TUESDAY: "INSIDE THE IIWF" WITH TIM DROSS ----------- ************************************************************************** LM: Be sure to catch up on all the IIWF news and notes on "Inside the IIWF" with your host Tim Dross, coming your way Tuesday night along most of these same stations. Tim and Steve Roberts will call all the action tomorrow night on "IIWF Saturday Night." Becky and I will be back with you next week for more news and interviews right here on "Countdown to Saturday Night." Until then, this is Larry Morton for Becky LaRue saying so long, everyone! [The remote camera zooms back up the aisle as a few fans wave half- heartedly. One elderly man even keels over into the aisle. The credits roll by too quickly to read. 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+