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THE SANDMAN DAN KAUFFMAN def. SERGE ANNIS NO CONTEST -- RONNIE PARIS vs. MR. DAMAGE TIME LIMIT DRAW -- REQUIEM vs. THE WHITE PHOENIX NO CONTEST -- SUBWAY PSYCHO vs. CREED ************************************************************************** ----------------- THE WRESTLERS SPEAK: FLASH FORUM --------------------- ************************************************************************** "SYCHOSYS" JOE PETROW ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Joe Petrow walks onto the set, for once as a figure of calmness] JP: I was all set to really let loose on my comments about what happened here tonight. But before I got to the set, a suit pulled me over and told me something. So now, all I'm gonna say is that The Harlequins won, Team Sychosys is no more, and the Dirt Dog's days are numbered. So what did the suit tell me? He told me that we finally get what we wanted. Next Saturday, March 8th, Joe Petrow fights Dan Kauffman, one on one in the squared circle. Sychopaths, the momentum for this was dead in the water. But you wouldn't let it die. You made this happen. You finally made it clear to 'ol Danny Boy that he couldn't retire without giving me my shot. For that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. And in the same breath, I know ask for your forgiveness. Because I can't be the same Sychosys you know and love. This is one time, only time. I don't have time to play the mind games, I don't have time to give Dan the proper beating that he deserves. I only have time to do one thing, and you may not like it all that much. But whatever happens next week, stick with me. For those who do, I promise you something that no mere mortal should ever possess. Dan Kauffman...prepare to wrestle Joe Petrow. [Petrow walks away] SERGE ANNIS ~~~~~~~~~~~ SA: "Dan Kauffman... Dan Kauffman... DAN KAUFFMAN! I HAD YOU BEAT SQUARE IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! And you cannot deny it... until Chris Quigley saved your ass. There is a difference between how I won in WCeW, and how you won Saturday night. I DID IT MYSELF WHEN I BEAT YOU! You owe Quigley big time Kauffman. And what business of Chris Quigley's was it that he had to interfere? NONE. Quigley, you reek of arrogance. You reek of ego. And you reek of fear... maybe not of me, but of Dan Kauffman. Quigley, just because you are one of the names here in IIWF, does not mean it gives you the right, to stick your nose into everything, and especially where it doesn't belong: IN MY BUSINESS!!! See Quigley, you may not make anything of it. You will sit there and think it was no big deal. Until it happens to you... then you whine like a baby and get into your traditional denial stage. Well Quigley, I do not forgive and forget. I shall receive my bond of revenge WHICH I RIGHTFULLY DESERVE! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF EGO'S LIKE YOU TRYING TO DECIMATE EVERYONE ELSE! QUIGLEY, PHOENIX, DEATHBRINGER, Your all the same! Well That is it. I have had it... you want to play those style games... THEN SERGE ANNIS WILL PLAY TOO... but when I play... I don't just play to win... I PLAY TO CRIPPLE! Kauffman, pat yourself on the back, and live with the fact you and I shall never lock horns again... because for now, you are safe. You weaseled your way to a cheap, tainted glorified win... but you could never do it yourself Kauffman, and now you have to live with that the rest of your retired life... knowing just how much of a coward you are... I said I respected you D-K... well that respect is gone... because there is _NOTHING_ respectable about you or Quigley! REQUIEM ~~~~~~~ [SCENE: The IIWF Interview Area. The Music Of The Unknowingly Damned echoes as Requiem enters, locked in concentration as he plays his night black guitar. As the melody ends, Requiem looks directly into the camera] REQ: Deathbringer, I have no fear of you. I stand with my face turned fully toward the Light, and so Darkness has no hold over me. Play your symphony at Ring Wars, for in the face of the bittersweet melody of The Music Of The Unknowingly Damned, it shall seen naught but a cacophony. A man of honour stares directly into the Light, but every dishonorable act leads further into the shadows. White Phoenix, you fought well, but you fought without honour. Nunchuks? A shameful act. See what your master has led you to? Renounce the sick teachings of Sun Tsi, become the honorable White Phoenix of old once more, and the fires of your soul will burn the brilliant white of your namesake again. With Ring Wars III but three weeks away, who now will step into the ring with Requiem? Whose soul is in jeopardy the most? Who is willing to face the dark secrets that lurk in all men's souls? RONNIE PARIS ~~~~~~~~~~~~ RP: Saturday night, as always when Ronnie Paris is involved, I'm getting jumped left and right. I don't exactly have the best luck on Saturdays... this time I get attacked by Mr. Damage, Spur, and the "Real Deal". [Paris says the last name in a blatantly sarcastic tone, and then spits on the floor.] Now, I can handle my own against Spur, and I expect that nut to waffle me. He says all the time how he hates me, how he plans to end my career. And Mr. Damage, I expect a guy like him to attack me from behind. He came after me, he let me know that he wanted to hurt me. But Luke Steele... [Paris pauses for a moment, as if it isn't worth his while to continue. Eventually, he does.] Luke Steele doesn't even have the balls to tell me he hates me! He comes out during my matches, wanting to pretend to be my friend, my pal, and then he takes cheap shots at me! Spur is just a nut, Mr. Damage is trying to soften me up for Ring Wars III, but I have no idea what Steele's beef is. Maybe he sees me holding my own, and he's jealous that no one talks about him the way they talk about me. You ask anyone about the top rookies, they'll mention Creed's name, they'll mention my name soon after if you talk about upsets. But they don't talk about the "Real Deal" at all. They don't say "There's the guy that beat J.P Steele!" They say "There's the guy that beat Mad Dog Watkins! He might be one of the greats some day. He has potential." You want to make a name off my potential, Steele? At least be man enough to admit it. CREED ~~~~~ ["The CEO" paces in the background of the IIWF interview area as Creed, now showered and wearing his black street clothes - including his new "Anyone...Anywhere...Anytime..." t-shirt, calmly addresses the camera.] CREED: Watkins - you want to lie down with dogs like James and The Syndicate? Fine. You get all your junkyard pals and milk bone 'em up real good, Old Dog. You're gonna need more than some overrated mutt and a half-ass chair shot to stop what you got comin' to you. And maybe it's comin' sooner than you think. And maybe when I come the next time - I won't be comin' alone. Gonna shut you down, Old Dog. Gonna move you out. "LONE WOLF" BRODY THUNDER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Brody Thunder is seen anxiously pacing in the IIWF IV area. He finally stops,rubs his chin and stares into the camera.] BT: Adaptability. Ya better have it in yer repertoire if ya plannin' on a long stay in this profession. Well yer lookin' at the man who wrote the book on adaptability, my friend. [Thunder pauses while staring at the floor. He shakes his head then looks back into the camera...] BT: I Bet ya think ya pulled a fast one on me the other night, doncha Billy-boy? That was a pretty low-down sneaky bit o' bizness ya done.Heheheh... that's alright. It don't change the fact that Ring Wars is gonna be yer swan song,son. I don't plan on losin'... [Thunder gets up close to the camera...] BT: ...but I _do_ plan on endin' yer career. Better tell yer insurance beneficiary to expect a 'lump'sum check... with you takin' the lumps. Hell's comin' ta Ring Wars an' it's name if Brody Thunder. See ya there... Billy-boy. [Thunder walks abruptly off the set. Fade to black.] "SUPERSTAR" STUD STETSON ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Fade into a shot of Superstar Stud Stetson standing in the IIWF interview area wearing the same torn clothing and the taped up chest. As always, he has his leather strap in hand.] SS: Respect. I've been going on and on about that subject ever since I "fell apart". But tonight I ain't here to talk about Lace. [looks at his strap] Or even Billy Shakespeare. I'm not even here to cry about how I have to get back on top. [waves his index finger] No, no, I am here to talk about something I have taken for granted and in my past insulted. That is the IIWF. My federation. And the best dang federation in the world. But it seems some little boys, who wish they could be real men, come in here trashing the place I love. The place I work my ass off for. I'll admit I have never been to the big "loop" feds but that was because I never though it was worth all its hype. When I went fed hunting I found the IIWF as the greatest challenge for someone like me. Now Super Scott and Mr. Robinson, you come and try to invade my neighborhood and you will find out the true meaning of a superstar attack. I may be down on my luck but I am still one big ass Superstar that loves to kick some cocky SOB's ass. I know Spreadbury doesn't want to see you boys anymore but I'd love to deflate your egos and show you how a real man fights. You ponder that, kids. [Stetson begins to smack the strap against his arm as the shot fades.] W & W EXPRESS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WAYNE: We got a few things to say. WATSON: First, Cold Spell, We got a problem with you losers running your mouths about us. You better pray you go far in the U.S. Tag tourney because after you're eliminated, we'll be waiting for you. WAYNE: Cold Spell, let's be honest. You guys are rejects from the Siberian circus. Your names should not be mentioned in the same sentence as the W & W Express. 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