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Papers are strewn all around him; he toys with a balled-up piece of paper, which he then throws at the wastepaper basket, which has a basketball hoop fixed above it. The paper passes through the hoop and rattles into the bin. Owens smiles, and removes his feet from the desk, adjusting his tie and adopting a more business-like pose. He addresses the camera:] SO: Good morning, everybody. I've invited this camera crew here into my office to issue an important statement regarding the immediate future in the IIWF. It's been an extremely busy week in the aftermath of Birthday Bash, and in the absence of my esteemed colleague, IIWF President Daniel Spreadbury, myself and the Special Concerns Committee, along with the Board of Directors, have been working hard to secure the direction of the Federation during President Dan's convalescence. Before I begin, a brief word on the President's condition. I can report that it is severe, but stable. There has been a minor fracture to the President's skull, sustained when he fell and hit his head on the steel ringsteps after taking a chair shot from Brody Thunder -- against whom, I might add, substantial punitive measures have been taken -- but more worrying was the possibility of internal haemorrhaging. Fortunately, the prognosis proved false, and the President regained consciousness early on Sunday morning. He is now comfortable, and may be discharged from Portland General by the end of this week, after which time he will return to his home to convalesce. It's clearly too early to put a date on his return, but it may be six to eight weeks before President Dan is able to resume his duties here. Until such time as that happens, I have the full confidence of the Board of Directors to govern the IIWF as I see fit. And I have a few big announcements to make, folks. First of all, I can confirm that the IIWF's next pay-per-view spectacular will be the second annual Coronation Clash tournament, to take place in Boston, Massachusetts on July 12. The event will be dominated by a thirty-two man single elimination tournament, with the winner receiving not only a great deal of prestige, but also a shot at the IIWF World Heavyweight Champion. The first round of the tournament will take place on the two IIWF Saturday Night shows before the event, so only sixteen men will progress to the event itself. In the run-up to that big event, the IIWF will be touring the United States, with stops on the "Coronation Clash Crusade Tour" already scheduled in San Francisco, Phoenix, San Antonio, Landover, Cleveland, and East Rutherford, with more venues to be announced. Call Ticketmaster for details, folks. Another programming note -- due to a dispute with our affiliated stations, the syndicated IIWF Wednesday War Room show will be on indefinite hiatus from this week. But don't worry, fans -- all the action from the regular midweek house show will be covered in "Inside the IIWF", which will be temporarily moving to Wednesday nights, and that incredible Saturday Night will remain the two hottest hours of wrestling on television, free or otherwise, anywhere in the world today. Perhaps more immediately pressing is the future of two of the IIWF's championships. The vacant Cruiserweight Championship will be filled via a series of matches to begin this Saturday Night in the IIWF Coliseum. The eight top contenders will battle it out in two Four Corners matches, where the last man standing in each match after eliminating his opponents by pinfall, submission or being thrown out over the top rope, will then meet the following week in San Francisco to crown the new champion. Meanwhile, the IIWF's Board of Directors has ruled that the United States Tag Team Championships should be temporarily decommissioned pending litigation from a rival organisation. As a result, it is my pleasure to announce the sanctioning of an "All Or Nothing" Unification Match between current IIWF World Tag Team Champions, Pain Inc., and current United States tag champs, the Prophets of Rage, to take place this Saturday Night. The winner goes home with the World belts -- the loser goes away with nothing. The position of the United States tag belts will be reviewed in the future after legal counsel. That's it for now, folks. Welcome to the IIWF's second year. As my esteemed colleague said a couple of weeks ago, the wind of change is blowing in the IIWF. And I'm the one in the eye of the storm. By the way... get well soon, Danny boy. [Owens leans back, placing his hands behind his head. The leather of the chair gives a comfortable squeak as Owens cracks a satisfied smile. He places his feet back on the table and looks out of the window at the Portland skyline, nodding to himself. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Creed ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [A week removed from his narrow defeat at the hands of IIWF Intercontinental Champion Lord Byron, the powerful red-gloved rookie Creed sits in the IIWF interview area.  A red blanket is conspicuously lain atop his lower torso.] CREED: Byron... Byron... Byron. I know I should be broke up.  Consumed with hatred.  Vowing to hurt you the way you hurt me.  Pledging to spend my last breath to get that belt from your waist... by any means necessary. [Creed removes his sunglasses... and the vaguest hint of a smile crosses his face.] No threats, Byron.  No loud talk.  No noise. Just this: I took your move, Byron.  I took your big strike, your big play.  I took it.  And I'm still here. Now, it my turn.  It my turn, Byron.  And when Creed makes his move... you won't lose a streak... or a belt... but... You'll lose, Byron.  You will lose.  You gonna lose it all.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [A figure slowly walks out from behind the camera and into the IIWF  interview area set. The figure slowly turns around to reveal himself as Brody Thunder. He's dressed in street clothes with black hat and dark sunglasses. He looks to the left and then to the right. He then begins to speak to the camera...] BT: I guess it's finally happened. The IIWF has found a way ta shackle the Lone Wolf.     The IIWF has seen fit ta suspend me fer five days an' fer what?  "Unprofessional conduct," they say. They've also decided ta reach inta my pocket an' pick it fer the sum o' $10,000.     Well, ain't that jus' dandy.     I'm in the toughest fight o' my career with that pencil-neck Watkins. Spreadbury tries ta help him out an' gets waffled -- BY ACCIDENT -- an' then has the nerve ta suspend an' fine ME. Well, "Mr. President", the way I see it ya stuck yer nose in where it didn't belong an' ya got it tweaked. Ya got carted outta the arena an' sent ta the hospital. An' yer blamin' me.     Okay... fine.     I was the one with the chair an' ya did take a shot. I'll sit out yer little suspension an' pay yer flamin' fine. But I wantcha ta know one thing, Spreadbury...     When that suspension is over... the IIWF is not gonna be the same. I'm fixin' ta get that title belt an' then there'll be no more ignorin' me. Ya'll be forced ta admit that Brody Thunder is the best there is in this business today.     An' then ya go an' say that the IIWF will not sanction any rematches between Watkins an' myself. Takin' more food offa my family's table. Well, Danny-boy, I'll play yer little game... fer now. But we both know sooner or later I'm gonna have me a strap 'round my waist an' there ain't a flamin' thing you or yer army o' tin soldiers can do about it. An' Watkins... [Thunder leans into the camera, removing his shades. Over the bridge of his nose is a bandage and his left eye is swollen to a reddish-purple hue. He manages an evil grin...]     We both know that it ain't finished. Not fer good... jus' fer now. We meet again an' next time things WILL be different... THAT I can promise ya. [Thunder returns the sunglasses to his face and slowly walks off camera. Fade to black.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Duncan Macbeth ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [El Super Gecko is sitting on a stool in the IIWF interview area after the Birthday Bash, holding a cold compress to the back of his head.  He is visibly upset, and seems to be having some difficulty seeing straight, but finally he is able to locate the camera, and manages a passably menacing hiss.] ESG: Ssssssssssssimon Lebec.... you will cursssssssssse the day you messssssssed with El Sssssssssssuper Gecko.... I will have my reven... hhlkkkk! [From out of frame, a long, muscular forearm reaches out and grabs the Gecko by the throat, yanking him roughly out of the shot.  From off camera, we hear the Gecko's reptilian hissing suddenly cut short by a loud CRACK, then the dull thud of a body hitting the floor.  Duncan Macbeth enters the shot, dressed in his street clothes, and sits on the stool.  The studio staff in the background seem edgy, knowing how the triangle match was previously resolved, but the notoriously acerbic Scot seems strangely content as he gives his comments.] DM: So, th' Bash has come t' an end, an' wha' have we proven 'ere tonigh'? As far as Duncan Macbeth is concerned, a great deal has been proven! Derek Mota, not only have I proven t' YE tha' I can keep up with a sawed-off wee bollix like yuirself, but I can out-THINK, an' out-WRESTLE ye t' boot! Ye were cleanly pinned tonigh', tosser, an' th' whole o' th' IIWF SAW IT! Nae matter WHA' happened afterwards, ye were STILL th' FIRST t' fall! Yuir sour-grapes shenanigans served only t' confirm yuir inferiority!  Ike Sampson, I've proven t' YE tha' there's nae way in HELL tha' ye can compete wi' me one-on-one! Yuir so-called "victory" here tonigh' was worth less than nothin'!  Ye've got nae braggin' rights, nae satisfaction, an' nae respect -- only a meaningless point in th' standin's! How did it feel t' have Mota holdin' yuir hand, Wee Dog?  On paper, ye may have won th' match, but everyone in th' IIWF kens who th' REAL victor was 'ere tonigh'! I can walk out o' th' Coliseum tonigh' wi' me head held high, 'cause there's twa wee laddies out there who now ken tha' they're nae good enough t' beat me clean, but dinnae feel bad, lads -- ye'll be in good company soon enough! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ike Sampson ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Ike Sampson is standing in front of the IIWF Coliseum box office just after Birthday Bash.  He is wearing an IIWF hat and a Winston-Salem Warthogs jacket.] IS: Well, boys, it's like they say:  by hook or by crook.  I'll take the win any way I can get it.  You two hate each other enough to give the match to me, well then I'll take it.  I told you boys I'd win the Future Bowl, and I did.  Bottom line.  Ike Sampson is the future of professional wrestling...  Who's next?! Step up to the plate. The Big Dog's ready to eat... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Derek Mota ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Loud clamouring noises are heard as Derek Mota storms onto the IIWF interview set immediately following the Triangle Match at Birthday Bash. Derek is carrying the chair he used to knock down Duncan Macbeth, and is drenched in sweat.] DM: So that was the future bowl, huh?  Well I'm not impressed!  Sampson, if you're the future of this league, then we should fold the whole thing right now! [Mota grabs the chair and waves it at the camera.] Hey, Macbeth, sorry about the chair shot!  Well, actually I'm not, but it's the thought that counts, isn't it?  I figured that any match without me involved is a total joke, so I might as well make it end like a joke!  And now a loser like Ike Sampson represents the future of the IIWF, and I'm ready ta move on. [Mota drops the chair to the ground and draws a deep breath.] Brings me to this war of words, New Generation vs. Old Generation.  People are arguin' about this and they ain't got no idea what they're talkin' about! Being Old Generation ain't got nothin' ta do with age, it ain't got nothin' ta do with service time.  It's a state of mind.  It's about bein' complacent. It's about not movin' forward.  It's about findin' a spot and bein' comfortable with it. I'm a catalyst of change.  You saw how I got to Macbeth and Sampson.  I had ta work to get into the IIWF, I wasn't just handed a damn contract!  I've gotta work to make it big here.  No one gave me nuthin'!  That's what our generation's gotta cope with!  A bleak future with nothin' ta look forward to!  And what do most of us do?  Sit on our butts, whinin' and complainin' and collectin' welfare.  And what do the rest of us do?  We kick, claw, tear our way to the top!  There's plenty of Old Generation deadweight everywhere, IIWF included!  Startin' tonight, I'm makin' it my job to clear that deadweight, whether I'm alone or if I've got help.  So Tiger Claw, Marty Warnett, all the rest of ya useless deadweight... you know who you are. It's revolution time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tony Starks ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF Interview area just after the gruelling German Death Match. Tony Starks stands with his towel draped over his head; it was white, but now it is blood red. The blood from Stark's head covers his face, but that intense gaze can be seen from under the blood mask. He cracks a very sick grin and speaks in an almost dead calm tone.] TS: I congratulate you Otto. You too Byron. You must make the German     people proud right? But, you know what? I have taken beatings worse     than that when I was a young buck runnin' wild on Staten. Otto     Verhoeven, Lord Byron, Lady DeWinter, 125th Street Heidi and whoever     you want to bring with you. This ain't over by a long shot, believe     me, you want to get on my bad side? You started this... I can live     with losing at the PPV, nothing wrong with defeat. But, what happened after that match, that is going to be your ass... it's on now...     ...and when it's over, no one will walk away. [Starks just stares into the camera.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven, wearing a "Hugo-Boss" Polo-shirt and black jeans, is standing in the IIWF interview area with Nurse Heidi, who embraces his waist. He is obviously still exhausted, but has a proud smile on his face.] OV: Ach, Starks, how does it feel? How does it feel to be beaten in your own game? It must be tough for a self-proclaimed submission expert like you to admit defeat to your superior opponent. All your petty taunts and insults did nothing to help you in the end. Where were your arrogant boasts when you lay unconscious on the mat? Where were your ridiculous threats to end my career when I whipped you like a dog? Face it, Starks, you may possess some skill, for an American, but it is not enough to stand up to Germany's premium athlete. NH: Let's not forget Lord Byron, liebling. OV: The European Alliance showed the IIWF at Birthday Bash that we are an awesome combination and a force to be reckoned with. Creed was taught a lesson from the technical meister, a lesson in tactic and cunning. He should never have challenged my ally in the first place. [The German couple turns to go, but Verhoeven hesitates and looks at the camera again.] OV: Oh and, Casey, congratulations, mein Freund. You prevented a catastrophe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare ------------------------------------------------------------------------ BS: Ronnie Paris... it was your vain foolishness to boast of the victories that I have given thee... dost thou want losses to match them?  Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.  Lord, what fools these mortals be.  But lo, the words of J.P. Steele ring true: You reside too low in the rankings, Ronnie Paris, why shouldst I bother with thee?  Thou art no more than a mite which bites with great annoyance, but never with any teeth. For now I see mine Cruiserweight title vacant.  Since I lost it some moons ago, it has known only embarrassment and degradation around the waists of others.  It is time to bring the belt back into the spotlight where it belongs. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Deathbringer ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF interview area. Deathbringer is standing in the middle of the screen, still dressed in the bloody outfit he wore at Birthday Bash. He begins to speak in his growling voice, which sounds more evil than ever before] DB: Requiem, you did what you should not have done... You cheated Death himself and for once, you escaped with it. But do not even think for a second that you will live until the end of this year, do not even think that you can hide forever. Who is the Master of Darkness... By your deeds you proved that _you_ are not that Master... Requiem, you will burn in hell, and if it is the last mission, that I accomplish... Requiem, I will end your existence once and for all... [Suddenly the lights flicker and a voice echos through the area, which exactly sounds like Deathbringer's, however without the evil accent.] VOICE: YOUR WRATH WILL BE YOUR END... AND IT WILL BE MY REBIRTH... [Deathbringer looks around, and if it wasn't Deathbringer, one could think he was a little bit scared. Deathbringer then looks back into the camera as if to say something, but he then decides otherwise and leaves the area. Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ IIWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: Pain Inc. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Mr. Mic is seen flanked by Pain Inc., who proudly have their belts over their right shoulders.] MM: We said it, we did it. Night Patrol, you backstabbing weasels! You finally got yours. Everyone said that this was Night Patrol's night, that Pain Inc.'s title reign had come to an end. EVERYONE WAS WRONG! As for that little misunderstanding with the Dark Disciples... it was a mistake, pure and simple. The Disciples and Pain Inc. are professionals and friends. Now that that is out of the way I have just two things to say: one, Prophets of Rage, when are you going to give our colleagues The Dark Disciples a shot at those US tag team titles? I would hope pretty soon, 'cause they're gettin' real hungry. Second of all, since our entry into the Syndicate it seems that there are two... *ahem* ...men who are still a thorn in the Syndicate's side. These two idiots are Chris Quigley and the Subway Psycho... I have a challenge for both of them. Quicksand, Morningstar challenges you to a match ASAP. As for yourself, Subway Psycho, Hellraiser is dying to get a hold of you. Whaddya say? Quigley, Psycho... personally I think you don't gave the guts. Oh, and by the way, Dan Kauffman, I left some Tylenol 3 up at the front desk for that aching head of yours... Hehe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cold Spell ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cold Spell enters the IIWF interview area a few minutes after the end of the PPV. Both wrestlers are still showing the effects of the beating they took from Violence Unlimited.] Icehawk: What in the hell is going on here? At Ring Wars, we have the World Tag Team champs beat, and we get screwed out of the belts by outside interference. Now we have the US Tag champs beat, and we get screwed out of the belts by outside interference. How screwed up is the IIWF when we, the cleanest team in the damn promotion, get DQed when the team that has threatened our lives comes to ringside? The W&W Express didn't get DQed when Comedy burned me, so why did we? I'm starting to wonder who we have pissed off in the IIWF offices, because we are getting the shaft. Right, Fitz? [Edmund Fitzgerald just ignores Icehawk's question and stares into the camera.] Fitz: Violence Unlimited, you have done it once again. Twice, you have confronted us, and twice you have beaten us down. If the IIWF were a street fight, I would walk away right now, and concede defeat, because you two are simply too awesome for us. But the IIWF is a wrestling promotion, and you two still haven't proven a thing when you have to play by rules. We might not have a title, but we have earned the respect of every team we have faced in the toughest promotion on Earth. You two are not going to take that away. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ W & W Express ------------------------------------------------------------------------ WAYNE: Well, well, it's time to get back to business here in the IIWF.  And for the Express that means continuing our rise to the top. WATSON: It looks like the suits cancelled the Wednesday show. I heard it was about ratings.  The only time people tuned in to the show was when we were fighting. As soon as we were done kicking ass, the fans tuned to 90120. WAYNE: The fans only care about seeing a real tag team like ourselves.  They were sick of watching all these clowns run around like idiots. WATSON: Well, I guess we'll have to start kicking ass on Saturday now.  Expect those ratings to go through the roof.  WAYNE: With all the crap going on here, it looks like somebody's got to step up and restore a little law and order to the IIWF.  We are sick of all these morons getting involved in our matches. WATSON: That especially means you Dark Disciples.  The so-called bad asses of the IIWF.  Go ahead and run around with your little group.  What are they called, Wayne? WAYNE: The Soon-to-be-gone? Or is it the Girl Scouts of America?  Who cares?  They are a bunch of cowards.  Everybody is walking on eggs for these idiots. WATSON: We don't care how many members you have or how big and bad you swear you are, you are just another bunch of punks running your mouths. WAYNE: Anybody who wants to get in our way automatically declares themselves a victim.  It's nothing personal -- it's just business. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Scott Rogers ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Young rookie Scott Rogers stands before an IIWF backdrop.] SR: In my short time in this federation, it has become obvious to me that to about ninety percent of the athletes here, the fans mean absolutely nothing. Obviously I'm one of the educated ten percent. I mean, without these fans there wouldn't be no sport and without this sport _you_ guys wouldn't make a living. Yeah, I'm talking to almost everyone now after the horrific events of Birthday Bash -- Nightwing, Requiem, Highwayman, you've disgusted me -- only men like Marty Warnett deserve any praise whatsoever. Even Chris Quigley isn't as enthusiastic as he once was. I feel it's my duty, along with anyone else who cares to join me, to stamp out rulebreaking as it is. Sure, I understand the fans love a good versus evil contest and that's entirely what I'm gonna give 'em... and I'm gonna prove once and for all that in the end, good guys _don't_ come last. Whatever it takes, I promise every fan out there, I will give my best and, believe me, my best _will_ be good enough. [Rogers leaves the area.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Sychosys" Joe Petrow ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The last scheduled Monday Musing has taken place, and the workers begin to take down the set, when a disturbance is heard in the back.  Everyone clears out, as Sychosys stalks forward with a broken bottle of Mooselips beer, and takes his place in front of the camera.] JP: YOU GET THAT [BLEEP]ING CAMERA ON ME RIGHT NOW!  IF YOU ONLY DO ONE     THING RIGHT FOR THE REST OF YOUR MISERABLE LIVES, YOU GET THAT CAMERA POINTED AT ME RIGHT NOW, CAUSE I GOTTA LET THE SYCHOPATHS KNOW WHAT THEY DIDN'T SEE HAPPEN BACK HERE!  IS THAT ON NOW? [Petrow gets confirmation from the crew, and continues] JP: Good!  Now, the second I get backstage, I got that fat chipmuck Steve Owens in my face!  He tells me they're gonna get a gurney and take me to the hospital right away!  I'm saying I can drag my own ass to the doctor's, when two huge goons grab me from behind, and Owens rips my Cruiserweight title belt right out of my hands!  Next thing I know, they're hauling my ass out of the arena!  And when I FINALLY beat my way free and get back here, they tell me I ain't the champ any more! [Petrow suddenly cracks a big smile to the camera!] JP: Damn, does this fed have balls or what?  Good one guys, I never saw     it coming!  But it wasn't because you pulled one over on me...I just     thought you guys had the sense not sign the IIWF's death warrant!  I     coulda been a helluva Cruiserweight champion, but the plan has changed now.  It's not gang warfare the Sychopaths are preparing for anymore, it's a REVOLUTION!  And I'm not going for A belt anymore... I'm gonna get us THE belt!  You know damn well I'm the number one contender after tonight, Spreadbury, you're gonna have to sign the match sooner or later.  And when you do, I'm never coming back here [points around the backstage area] again.  From that day on, I come in with the Sychopaths... and I go out with the Sychopaths... with the IIWF Heavyweight Championship Belt. [Petrow smashes the remaining portion of his bottle on the floor, and walks away. 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