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The studio lights rise, and the figure is revealed to be veteran announcer Tim Dross, who looks up from his papers and speaks:] TD: Hello there, fans, and welcome to the War Room for another hot sixty minutes of IIWF action! The wrestling world was rocked last Saturday Night by the uninvited and unwarranted attack on the IIWF by the forces of the "loop", espoused by the arrogant -- but undefeated -- Mr. Robinson and the legendary -- in the "loop" at any rate -- Super Scott. The IIWF President has so far refused to make a statement concerning their interference in the proceedings in the Coliseum at the weekend, but it is understood that he will be at the Superstar Summit press conference later this week to officially announce not only just who the IIWF's representative in the eight-man round robin Summit Cup will be, but also what IIWF matches we can expect to see over the course of the huge five-day event in April. Sadly, we can also expect to see more interjections from some of the "loop"'s so-called superstars over the next few weeks. [Dross turns to face a different camera. The shot cuts to follow him.] Meanwhile, we certainly have plenty to talk about concerning Ring Wars III, which is now less than three weeks away! I understand that the IIWF President will be announcing the final matches for this incredible event this Saturday Night, live from the Coliseum, but at tonight's midweek house show, many of the superstars who will be doing battle in the Toronto Skydome really notched it up a gear as they prepare for the biggest matches of their careers. The capacity crowd seemed to be expecting further interference from the "loop", but thankfully, none was forthcoming tonight. Nonetheless, there was plenty of action to talk about. Coming up in this hour: [Footage of earlier action rolls on the video wall behind the desk: Chris Quigley slugs it out with Steve "the Fury" Kowalski in centre ring.] TD: I'll be bringing you details of the incredible match between Chris Quigley and Steve Kowalski which went down in the Coliseum tonight. [Footage of Deathbringer standing toe-to-toe with Nightwing, with the Highwayman on the outside.] TD: The dark destroyer, Deathbringer, squared off against Native American warrior Nightwing, watched by one of his three Ring Wars III opponents, the Highwayman. [Footage of the Cell, in his white cloak, being led to the ring by Oak and his "cloakers".] TD: Was "Real Deal" Luke Steele spurred on to victory over the Cell? We'll find out. [Footage of the W & W Express making their way down to the ring.] TD: Clark Watson and Doug Wayne, the W & W Express, got more than they bargained for when they hit the ring tonight... [The IIWF logo fades back onto the video wall.] TD: All that and much more, fans, plus we'll be looking ahead to all the action coming your way this Saturday Night live from the IIWF Coliseum. Let's get straight to the recap: [Images of the wrestlers and their stats roll onto the video wall:] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Sandman vs. Bobby B. Goode 290lbs, 6'7" 230lbs, 6'1" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: Still wearing his bloodied mask, the Sandman was clearly upset over his narrow loss to Intercontinental Champion Marty Warnett on Saturday Night, and he took it out on the unfortunate Bobby B. Goode in double quick time tonight. His title hopes may have been temporarily dented -- although such a great competitor is always in contention for the belt -- but he was certainly no less effective in the ring tonight. Watched from the aisle by Steve "the Fury" Kowalski, the Sandman sent out a clear message to the rest of the IIWF by hitting Goode with the Nightmare chokeslam after only one and a half minutes. A decisive and dominating victory for the masked Sandman. [WINNER: The Sandman by pinfall in 1:32.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= W & W EXPRESS vs. THE ROTUNDOS Clark Watson & Doug Wayne Rotundo #1 & Rotundo #2 comb. 500lbs comb. 900lbs =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: At least, the W & W Express were _scheduled_ to face the Rotundos, but that's not quite what happened. The Rotundos failed to appear when they were first introduced, so out came Wayne and Watson, who waited impatiently for their opponents to arrive. Sure enough, the two obese athletes finally waddled out into the aisle, their faces a picture of guilt -- remnants of IIWF cafeteria chocolate cake still more than evident on their mucky chops -- but before they had a chance to reach the ring, they were stopped in their tracks by none other than former IIWF World Tag Team Champions, the High Plains Drifters, who muttered something to them. Dutifully, the Rotundos waddled back into the locker room area, and the Drifters made their way to the ring, planning to take their place in the match. At first, the Express looked somewhat apprehensive, but their competitive spirit -- not to mention their desire to show up the deficiencies of every other team in the IIWF -- prevailed, and we suddenly had one hell of a fight on our hands! The match was a see-saw affair, the two teams being well-matched: Watson and Easy Rider are of comparable size and style, while Wayne and Pale match up similarly. In the end, the Drifters seemed frustrated at not being able to put the Express away as easily as they had imagined, and started risking disqualification with all manner of double-teaming and illegal manoeuvres. After the Drifters had been warned twice by the referee for persistently doubleteaming Wayne, Watson produced a set of brass knuckles and attempted to attack the Drifters. Pale Rider managed to snatch the knuckles away from him, and proceeded to label both members of the Express with them -- however, despite the fact that it was Watson who brought the knucks into the match, all the referee saw was Pale striking his opponents with the foreign object, and called for the disqualification. In their frustration, the Drifters shoved the referee to the mat, and seemed to be considering knocking him out, too, but they were restrained by manage Josey Wales, who directed them back to the locker room area. Nonetheless, Pale and Easy can expect a hefty fine for laying their hands on a match official. [WINNERS: W & W Express by disqualification in 18:46.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= PAIN INC. vs. BARNACLE BROTHERS Morningstar & Hellraiser Barnacle #1 & Barnacle #2 comb. 585lbs comb. 550lbs =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: Team Brutality were out in full force in the Coliseum tonight as Pain Inc. made an appearance in what manager Mr. Mic had hoped would be an easy tune-up victory for their impending world title shot against the Dark Disciples coming up this Saturday Night. However, that vision went up in smoke as the Zodiac Connection made yet another appearance bearing their tubular steel piping with vicious intent. Things started off well enough for Morningstar and Hellraiser inside the ring -- and Night Patrol felt sufficiently relaxed to shove the timekeeper away from his table and take up station there. However, they were on the wrong side of the ring, since Scorpio of the Zodiac Connection ran down the aisle bearing his pipe, nailed Hellraiser, who was standing on the apron waiting for the tag, hitting the big man's knee with the pipe, and then disappeared back up the aisle. Night Patrol took off in pursuit of Scorpio, but the damage was done. Hellraiser was unable to stand as a result of the attack, and after Morningstar singlehandedly destroyed the Barnacles, he and bodyguard Hades had to help his partner back up the aisle to the locker room for medical attention. The prognosis of the Coliseum medical advisers is that there has been some ligament damage to the knee which will require the leg to be braced for two to three weeks. I understand that the doctors have recommended Hellraiser not to wrestle with his leg in such a condition, but with Pain Inc.'s big title shot coming up this Saturday, this injury comes as a major blow. I understand that Mr. Mic may ask one of Night Patrol to join Morningstar for that match in order that Hellraiser is able to make a full and quick recovery. If Hellraiser wrestles on Saturday, however, the vicious Dark Disciples are sure to make the most of the injury and Hellraiser could be sidelined for a lot longer than three weeks. [WINNERS: Pain Inc. by pinfall in 3:11.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Dirt Dog Unique Allah vs. Jumpin' Jack 238lbs, 6'2" 230lbs, 6'1" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: Joe Petrow's rabid fans, christened the "Sychopaths", were particularly vocal during this match, which saw Dirt Dog Unique Allah stumble haphazardly to a quick victory over Jumpin' Jack. However, despite Allah's effective, if drunken, performance, there was more interest in the aisle than in the ring, as the Sychotic one himself made an appearance, carrying a foldaway table. Petrow carried the table into the aisle, and laboriously set it up, before performing an amazing athletic feat: he leaped to the steel crowd retaining barriers, and then flipped backwards, landing hard on the table, crashing straight through it to the Coliseum floor! Such a display of masochism certainly seemed to impress the Dirt Dog, who applauded raucously from the ring, but Petrow simply got up, pointed at Allah, then at the wreckage of the table on the floor, and left ringside. I understand that the match already signed between these two athletes for Ring Wars III may now be made into a "Seven Tables of Fear" match, the rules of which are as follows: the ring will be surrounded by seven tables, and the winner of the match is the first man to put his opponent through four of them. Crazy rules for two crazy athletes -- just one more reason to call your local cable operator and order a slice of the Ring Wars III action today! [WINNER: Dirt Dog Unique Allah by pinfall in 4:54.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Badboy" Randy Acorn vs. "Nifty" Ned Norton 227lbs, 6'3" 245lbs, 6'2" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: Randy Acorn has been uncharacteristically quiet of late, and it was something of a surprise to see him walk to the ring without a disguise. He came out, didn't jaw with the fans, and even offered his hand to Norton before the start of the match. Norton was, understandably, given Acorn's past record for duping his opponents, reluctant, but eventually shook hands with Acorn, and the match got underway in sportsmanlike manner. Indeed, so it continued. The crowd was stunned as Acorn failed to cheat once in this match. In fact, a small packet of fans was even cheering Acorn by the time he put Norton down to defeat with the Newark Knife cloverleaf. After the match, Acorn left the ring without incident, and even slapped hands with a few of the fans on his way back to the locker rooms. Has Randy Acorn turned over a new leaf, or is this another ploy? I've no idea, but I'm going to try and find out. [WINNER: "Badboy" Randy Acorn by submission in 6:37.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= American Patriot vs. "Superstar" Stud Stetson 285lbs, 6'11" 285lbs, 6'7" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: Stud Stetson is quickly becoming one of the most eccentric individuals in the IIWF. Since he took up residence in the Boiler Room of the Coliseum, he hasn't changed his clothing, and he carries a strange leather strap with him wherever he goes. Nonetheless, he is just as effective as ever in the squared circle, and the latest to feel the force of a "Superstar attack" was the American Patriot -- although it wasn't just Stetson that the Patriot had to worry about. The match got underway with Stetson starting things off strongly. He clearly had a lot on his mind, yet he wrestled just as aggressively as he did last week against Otto Verhoeven, focusing on the Patriot's chest area. During the match, who should come down to ringside but the Cell -- formerly the Venusian Death Cell -- along with Oak, the mysterious leader of the sect in which the Cell has become embroiled. When Stetson threw the American Patriot out of the ring, the Cell attacked him, apparently without provokation, executing a shoulderbreaker on the Patriot onto the steel ring steps. The Patriot looked to be in bad shape after that move, but the Cell rolled him back into the ring, and Stetson was able to execute the Fall From Grace on his opponent for the pinfall victory. Although Oak admonished the Cell for his vicious attack, the big monster didn't seem in the slightest bit bothered, instead nodding at Stetson as if in agreement. Perhaps Stetson is now a part of Oak's cult... In any case, it appears that the American Patriot suffered a very nasty separated shoulder when the Cell executed that shoulderbreaker onto the steel steps, and he has been ordered to rest for at least three weeks -- which puts him out of action for Ring Wars III, in which he was scheduled to compete in the Wild Card Match, coincidentally enough on the team facing Stetson. There has been no word yet as to who will replace the Patriot in that match, but expect an announcement this weekend from the IIWF President. The Cell can also expect a pretty hefty fine for the attack -- rumours are flying that six figure sums have been mentioned. [WINNER: "Superstar" Stud Stetson by pinfall in 16:37.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare vs. NavCom 230lbs, 6'2" 281lbs,6'4" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: NavCom of the Armed Forces doesn't often step foot in the ring on his own, but he was scheduled to face "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare one-on-one tonight. This was a curious bout -- Shakespeare seemed throughout to be wrestling in a different style to his usual high-flying counter-strike method. His intentions became clear at the climax of this highly-competitive match, when he finished NavCom off with a torture-rack-into-shoulderbreaker manoeuvre, more commonly used by Shakespeare's nemesis, "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder. The crowd was fairly stunned, too -- but Shakespeare certainly applied the hold effectively, because he pinned Nav's shoulders to the mat for the three-count. Quite why Shakespeare would be using Thunder's finisher is something of a mystery, and one that I hope to get to the bottom of in the near future. [WINNER: "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare by pinfall in 12:43.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Cell vs. "Real Deal" Luke Steele 332lbs, 6'5" 275lbs, 6'4" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: Following his attack on the Patriot earlier in the evening, the Cell returned to the ring to do battle with the "Real Deal" Luke Steele. Both men were certainly geared up for this encounter -- let's get comments from them both, beginning with Steele: [Cut to footage subtitled, "Earlier This Week." Fade up to "The Real Deal" Luke Steele. The setting is a library. Steele appears agitated as he walks past the bookshelves.] LS: Good lord Paris, you've gotta learn not to be so damn naive. I'm just as much a rookie as you, but even I wouldn't let another guy pick my next opponent. You probably wasted all your time preparing for me. Well, guess what, Baby Doll, I don't get told who I'm gonna fight. If that inbred Spur had picked me, I'd have no-showed, rather than do as he says. But not you, no. Not the great Ronnie Paris, too damn trusting for his own good. I come out for a little scouting. Not to help you, I've learned my lesson. And certainly not to help Mr. Damage, nosiree. You start a fight, yes, you Paris, and it ends up all three of us get levelled by the masked moron with a chair. Well it ends at Ring Wars III, Paris. I'm going to get you in the ring and show everyone who is the Real Deal, and that's me, Baby Doll. Another note -- and it's to jingle-jangle-Spur. Come on buddy, you're so great at taking potshots at people, so step into the ring with Luke Steele. You won't be the first to go down, and you won't be the last. Step up to the plate, Rusty Spur. [Steele appears to calm a little as he walks on through the library, arriving at the section devoted to solar systems and outer space.] LS: Well, the Real Deal's got a Death Cell in his future. A Venusian Death Cell. Mr. Cell, they say you're from Venus. I'm not one to argue, so let's say you ARE from Venus... how was the trip down? [Steele pauses for a minute, to select a large hardcover entitled "Venus and Beyond: Limits to Interplanetary Settling".] LS: How 'bout this, Baby Green Doll? A book that lists your "weaknesses". Get set for the Deal, Cell, 'cause it's comin' your way. [The screen spins. Cut to footage subtitled, "Earlier Tonight": the Cell and Oak in the locker room.] Oak: In less than five minutes, Steele, you will see first hand the change that has occurred within this man during the past two weeks. When he called asking for assistance, I didn't know if I, or anybody else for that matter, could calm him down and focus his mind on defeating his opponents. We have nothing against you personally but you must learn that Oak's way is the way ahead. Right, Cell? [The Cell nods his masked face.] Oak: Steele, whatever you try, this man has the ability to counter it and once he's done so, you'll appreciate what this, the strongest body in the IIWF today can achieve. [Oak slaps The Cell's chest. A member of security bangs on the door.] Security: You're on... Oak: This is it, Steele. The end of your career could be upon you. [The Cell and Oak walk out of the locker room and out towards the ring. Cut back to the studio.] TD: The Cell made his way to the ring first, accompanied not only by Oak, but also by his four cloaked companions. At first, it wasn't apparent which of the white-clad figures was the Cell, but when Steele finally made his entrance, apprehensively entering the ring, one of them launched forwards and attacked the "Real Deal". The figure quickly discarded his cowl as the ring emptied, and the match was underway. The Cell was brutal right from the bell, using more kicks and punches than wrestling holds, but Steele did well to weather the early storm. However, the arrival at ringside of Ronnie Paris midway through the match seemed to distract Steele and put him out of his rhythm. As a result, the Cell was able to execute his powerbomb, and despite the fact that Steele had his feet on the ropes, the referee made the three-count, and the Cell walked away with his arm raised. Well, to be precise, the Cell walked away with his head covered once more by his cowl, ignoring the fans. Meanwhile, the official helped Steele to his feet, and the rookie complained bitterly about having his feet on the ropes when he was pinned. The referee made it clear that his initial decision was final, and Steele kicked the ropes in disgust before leaving, pointing the finger at Paris as he went. The two men nearly came to blows, but the referee forced Steele away and up the aisle to the locker room area. [WINNER: Venusian Death Cell by pinfall in 13:55.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Deathbringer vs. Nightwing 324lbs, 6'10" 235lbs, 6'3" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: Nightwing was accompanied to the ring by the Highwayman, who took a seat at ringside to get a closer look at Deathbringer, one of his opponents in the "Dead Man Rising" four corners match at Ring Wars III. Deathbringer made his usual heartstopping entrance, but when the lights came back up, a dozen black roses rained down on the dark destroyer -- courtesy, no doubt, of Serge Annis, another of the men involved in that match at Ring Wars III. Deathbringer characteristically shrugged off the interference, and the match got underway. If the big man was expecting Nightwing to simply lie down and be rolled over, he was sorely disappointed. The Native American, encouraged by the Highwayman at ringside, made a very impressive showing, and managed to last twenty minutes against the reaper, before the clown Cheshire, who stole Nightwing's eagle, Chiqoit, two weeks ago, made an appearance, carrying a pillow full of feathers. He grabbed a handful from the pillowcase and threw them into the ring. Nightwing caught one -- and the feather appeared to be an eagle feather. The young Native American was suitably distracted, and although Highwayman chased Cheshire away from ringside, the damage was done. Deathbringer executed a chokeslam on Nightwing and pinned him for the three count. After the match, the lights dropped once more -- but not to their traditional black. Instead, the lights dropped to a crimson red, and the video wall in the Coliseum flickered into life with the image of Serge Annis. Let's take a look: [Cut to footage subtitled, "Earlier Tonight." The lights in the arena drop, but not to black -- instead, the Coliseum is dimly illuminated by pregnant hues of crimson red. As Deathbringer looks toward the head of the aisle, the video wall flickers into life, showing Serge Annis standing backstage:] SA: You play your mind games well, dead man... but what good would your mind games have on a mad man? You are the Sin Eater here in IIWF... but have I really sinned? Not yet at least... in a few short weeks, you and I will wrestle in the "Dead Man Rising" matchup... and Deathbringer, I warn you: DO NOT LOOK PAST ME AGAIN, BECAUSE... that may just be your downfall... so rest in peace, or whatever you say, because while you rest, I will be dining on your soul... [The video wall drops to black to a big mixed pop. Deathbringer continues up the aisle to the locker room area. Cut back to the studio.] [WINNER: Deathbringer by pinfall in 23:12.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Casey "Blackheart" James vs. Mr. Damage 340lbs, 6'6" 245lbs, 6'3" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: This non-title encounter was entertaining enough for the first ten minutes or so, with the advantage switching back and forth between the World Champion and the "Blunder from Down Under", but things got a whole lot more interesting when Casey's opponent at Ring Wars III, the Subway Psycho, appeared at the top of the aisle. Casey seemed to switch up a gear, and with every power move which drilled Damage to the mat, the champ pointed at the Psycho as if to signal that he would be next. The Psycho seemed unimpressed, folding his arms and simply smiling in response. After a while, the Psycho signalled to the video wall, on which appeared an image of Mistress Sasha, speaking from a remote location. She levelled some allegations at Casey which are a little too spicy to show on family television at this time of the evening, but the general gist of it was that she and Casey had the same taste in lingerie. This really riled up the World Champion, and despite the exortations of manager Brian Lau, Casey tore up the aisle after the Psycho, and a huge brawl broke out at the entranceway. Mr. Damage, laid out in the ring after a vicious lariat, got to his feet and merely had to stay in the squared circle to take the countout victory. Meanwhile, Creed came out from the locker room to assist the Psycho, and the World Champion was beaten down. The momentum switched once again when Mad Dog Watkins came to James' aid, attacking Creed. Creed seemed to hesitate when he had the chance of striking Watkins, and that hesitation was enough for Watkins to level him. Eventually, security managed to separate the warring factions, but the temperature is certainly rising -- and these four men will clash on Saturday Night in a special tag team match. [WINNER: Mr. Damage by countout in 14:22.] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley vs. Steve "the Fury" Kowalski 238lbs, 6'1" 268lbs, 6'4" =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= TD: What a main event this match promised to be. Steve "the Fury" Kowalski was certainly under no illusions about the magnitude of the task that lay ahead in meeting Quigley: ["Quickstrike" Chris Quigley highlights are shown, displaying amazing feats of wrestling. Quigley executes the Quickstriker on some unwitting opponent, easily getting the pin. He is up in an instant, pointing to the fans. The cheering fades out to "Don't Fear the Reaper". The picture fades almost to black, only to come back with Steve "The Fury" Kowalski overlaid:] SK: [Mocking] Oh boy. Those little bastards really cheer up a storm when yer 'round. I bet they'll goin' berserk when you _attempt_ to execute that move thing you do. Q-ball, yer gonna be nothing but a gooey puddle after I drive you thru the mat. Oh, but there's more! I can't just SKULLPUMP ya, no sir! I have to give ya a taste of yer own medicine. [Tim Dross' voice can be heard, "He's going for the Quickstriker!" Cut back to the New Jersey Nightmare.] SK: I got me a "Quickstriker" too. It's gonna be my set up move for the 'PUMP. So ya know when the end's gonna come, I'll tell ya. First the "Quickstriker", then the SKULLPUMP! Say yer prayers, pretty boy. I'm gonna mess ya up! [Cut back to the studio.] TD: And Kowalski's "Quickstriker" appears to have been nothing more than a poke in the eye -- still, the illegal eye gouge was enough to excite the vocal minority in the crowd, the "Furies", who support Kowalski through his matches. Quigley came down to the ring seemingly looking over his shoulder, apparently on the lookout for Dan Kauffman to make an appearance. Kauffman didn't make an appearance, but Serge Annis certainly did. When Annis made his way down to ringside, Kowalski threw Quigley to the outside and distracted the official, allowing Annis to take a few potshots at Quigley before rolling him back in the ring. However, that wasn't enough to put the "Quickstriker" away, and Quigley bounced back to take control of the match. But as Quigley whipped Kowalski into the ropes, Annis blatantly tripped the Fury, forcing the referee to disqualify Quigley. Annis made a quick getaway, despite Quigley's attempts to get his hands on the self-monikered "Epitome of Evil", which were scuppered by the official, and Kowalski and Quigley continued brawling in the ring. It was a disappointing and inconclusive finish to an exciting match, and Steve Summer confronted Annis backstage about his actions: [Cut to footage subtitled, "Earlier Tonight." Backstage, Serge Annis walks from behind the curtain. Steve Summer is there with a microphone:] SS: Serge! Why did you just cost Chris Quigley that match? SA: Why? I think you know why. Quigley knows why. If "Quickstrike" thinks he can run down to the ring during anyone's matches and not pay for it, he has another thing coming to him! SS: You're obviously referring to your loss to Dan Kauffman last Saturday night -- because of Chris Quigley. SA: You're damn right that's what I am referring to! Just because Quigley is one of the most popular here in IIWF doesn't mean he doesn't pay. That conceited fool can't just do anything he wants. Especially when it costs me my match against Dan Kauffman! You may not make anything of it, Quigley! ...but that match... was the entire reason for my being in the IIWF... to stop the rumours... to stop the lies.. and find out who the better man was, cleanly. AND YOU COST ME THAT! THAT MATCH WAS JUST AS IMPORTANT TO ME... as yours with Kauffman... SS: I had no idea that your match with Dan Kauffman meant so much to you. SA: WELL, NOW YOU KNOW! Quigley, you fool. I made you an offer of friendship once... AND YOU IGNORED ME... but now your ignorance has gotten into my business... and, "Quickstrike", I will not ignore that. You keep your nose out of my matches... and out my business, and I will do the same for you. [Annis storms off down the hall. Cut back to the studio.] [WINNER: Steve "the Fury" Kowalski by disqualification in 21:25.] TD: Well, folks, we're almost out of time here in the War Room tonight. But before I leave you, just a quick programming note. This Saturday we'll see another incredible night of live wrestling action as the heat continues to rise in the run-up to Ring Wars III. The card will be headlined by Dan Kauffman facing "Sychosys" Joe Petrow one-on-one, plus that huge tag match pitting Creed and the Subway Psycho against Casey James and Mad Dog Watkins. We'll see the final two second round United States Tag Title Tourney matches, and two championships will be on the line as the Dark Disciples defend the World Tag belts against Pain Inc. -- if they're fit to wrestle -- and the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi defends the Cruiserweight Championship against Ronnie Paris. Of course, there'll be plenty more action on top of those great matches, so be sure to join myself and "Soundbite" Steve Roberts live on Saturday Night. Speaking of Steve, he'll be back tomorrow night with another dip into the IIWF's archives, and Larry and Becky will be back on Friday as they Countdown to Saturday Night. Remember, it's all IIWF, all the time! Until then, this is Tim Dross, saying: so long, everybody! [The lights in the studio drop and the video wall fades to blackness as Dross resumes shuffling his papers. 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+