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He looks into the camera...] BT: Tick... tick... _tick_. The clock's runnin', James. An' yer time as champion... is runnin' out. Last Saturday night ya tipped yer hand an' put yer foot in yer mouth. Ya shot off yer piehole an' put yerself in  the line o' fire, amigo. Ya challenged me ta a match. Ya mus' be crazy, pal... ...cuz I'm the ONLY reason ya still have that strap. An' next Saturday night I'm gonna take it from ya an' put it where it shoulda been all along... 'round my waist. An' that's a fact. So make sure ya shine that belt real pretty-like an' make sure yer hide gets ta that ring. An' if the rest o' them Syndicate polecats wanna come on down... ...then I'll have a little sumthin' fer them too. This is what I've been waitin' fer, James. A chance ta show that I am the best there is... an' shuttin' yer trap is jus' a bonus. I owe it to ya, "champ". Fer the windshield stunt. Fer the times I hadda save yer ass from losin' that strap when I shoulda jus' let ya take the fall. An' fer myself. Saturday night I'm comin' fer that title belt... an' come hell or highwater, son... [Thunder slaps his elbowpad in a mock clothesline fashion and smiles a devilish grin.] ...I ain't leavin'... 'til I take it. [Thunder storms off camera. Fade to black.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ IIWF World Heavyweight Champion Casey "Blackheart" James ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CJ: Alright, Thunder. It comes down to this Saturday. You want me? You want to finally see if you've got what it takes to hold this belt? Well, bring it on, baby, because I'm starting to get a little sick of all this talk of how you're the only reason I've kept this belt so long. Thunder, I beat you once before, you remember that? We've had our little games in the past, and I'm going to keep all that in mind this weekend. I've had a good look at your gameplan for some time now, so don't think I'm not going to pull out _all_ the stops! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Derek Mota ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to the IIWF interview area, where Derek Mota is already stationed. Mota is still wearing his wrestling tights, and is looking a little winded, obviously just having finished his scuffle with Tiger Claw in the dressing room.] DM: Hey Claw, that was mistake number one.  You have no idea what you're getting into, punk.  I said it was my job to clear you right outta the IIWF, and here's my motivation.  You think that jumpin' me in the dressing room's gonna help out your poor little image, well it ain't gonna change nothin'.  You're still the punchin' bag of the Syndicate, and I'm just gonna be the next one to show you that. [Derek takes an IIWF programme from a table near him.] Hmm... look at that.  You couldn't ask for anythin' better.  Looks like you're in the ring on Wednesday, TC.  I got me two debts to repay in this match. And I know just what I can do to pay them both back ... One more thing... to Genesis.  Looks like we got ourselves somethin' here. You think you're New Generation.  And I know I am.  I see somethin' there. We're workin' on the same side right now.  Let's keep it that way.  'Cause if you get in my way, I'll clear your sorry butts outta here just as fast as I would with the deadweight. Paris, you put up a good fight tonight.  Real good.  But it ain't over, punk. You're a third generation wrestler, your blood's watered down so bad it might as well just be water.  I'm first generation.  I'm the blood that future generations follow.  That IIWF Cruiserweight Title belongs right around my waist.  And I'm gonna make sure that I put it right there. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tiger Claw ------------------------------------------------------------------------ TC: I could have had that belt... _MY_ belt! Byron, I had you beat, we all saw that. I would have escaped your pin had it not been for that cripple, Creed. But Byron, you are mercifully free from my pursuit for the moment. I will tend to you later. Hold onto my belt so that we may fight again one day. Creed, you cost me my destiny. You cost me my belt so that you might have the chance to hold it some day. Creed, do yourself a favour and keep out of my affairs. Luckily for you, I prefer to focus on someone else. Derek Mota. For some time now, you have preached the New Generation gospel, even using me as an example of the "old timers." Mota, I am going to show you that this "old timer" of 25 years has more than what it takes to break you into several pieces. I have been in the IIWF since the beginning, but that is only because I have the skills and the drive to make it impossible for anyone to take me out. Mota, I am going to make you scream in agony. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ IIWF Intercontinental Champion: Lord Byron ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Lord Byron is standing backstage at IIWF Saturday Night, with the Lady DeWinter.  Byron, his body glistening with sweat, looks exhausted after his hard battle with Tiger Claw and the rest of the nights events.  DeWinter has both his titles slung over her shoulder.] LB: Let's address the more serious matters first, shall we? Tiger Claw.  You gave me one of the sternest challenges I have faced in my career here so far, as I expected you would.  I thouroughly enjoyed our battle. [Byron smirks slightly] Maybe the best tutors money can buy can teach skills homicidal maniacs cannot, no? [Byron rubs the back of his fist across his lips, wiping away a smear of blood.] Watkins.  You took a warning last week from both Verhoeven and myself.  And you ignored it.  I do not assume for one second that you are in this out of friendship alone, no my friend, I am not that naive.  If you have a request for me, "Mad Dog", then spit it out.  The European Alliance doesn't give second chances, Watkins, and you're on the verge of finding that out in a very painful manner. Moving quickly on from the Mad Dog to a whipped mongrel:  Don't you think you're biting off a little more than you can chew, Starks?  First you take a sound thrashing, no, an utter humiliation from my collegue at the anniversary of this federation only a few weeks ago, and then you risk getting embroiled in my affairs? [Byron snorts in disdain] Believe me, my friend, I can be just as painful as the Teutonic Terror.  Ask Creed. [As he mention's the young wrestlers name, his famous sneer slowly spreads across his face.] And for you, my poor lame rookie, I have only one thing to say:  Take a very close look at the prize you stole tonight.  Take a look at the well polished brass.  Because that, Creed, is the only thing that even resembles gold that you will ever take from me. [Byron wipes his lip again, and snarls] Consider it a gift. After all, you probably need it much more than I do anyway.  Ciao. [Byron storms off the set, and DeWinter follows] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Creed ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Creed wheels himself into the IIWF interview area, his red-gloved left hand now strikingly contrasted by the object which it currently tosses: the brass topped cane of Lord Byron.] CREED: Hey Byron, you forget somethin'?  See, I think you did, Byron. I think you forgot who it was you were in the game with.  I think you forgot it was the man who GFA'd your "best wrestler alive" ass in the middle of the ring a few months back.  You think I was gonna go away 'cause you hurt my knee?  You think I was gonna move on to some other tricked up feud 'cause you beat me at the Bash? You think that, Byron?  You think that 'bout Creed? You better think again, Byron.  You better... reassess. Cause I ain't goin' nowhere, Byron.  I ain't steppin' one damn foot away from you until I get what I want... until I get what I need... until I get what I'm gonna damn well get. Until I get payback.    PAYBACK, Byron.  PAYBACK. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mad Dog Watkins ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE:  The IIWF interview area a few hours after the end of IIWF Saturday Night.  Mad Dog Watkins is one of the last wrestlers to give his obligatory "Monday Musing" -- and one of the most desired wrestlers to do so thanks to the questions swirling in the locker room about his recent dealings with Creed and the European Alliance.  Watkins walks into the shot slowly, dressed in an old pair of blue jeans and work boots.  The lights fall low, giving the scene an ominous feel, especially as Watkins begins talking in his low gravely voice...] MDW: So you've got questions...  I know you do.  Everybody around here's      got them.  Why'd you save the pup at the Bash, Mad Dog?  Why'd you      help him out by taking on Verhoeven tonight?  Why would you WANT to      piss off the European Alliance?  [Watkins chuckles as he pauses in stoic reflection of the questions he just mentioned.  He runs his hand across the dark goatee which protrudes from his chin and then continues...] You got questions...and I got answers. But I ain't ready to give them... You don't like it?  I don't care.       And that goes for you too, Verhoeven and Byron.  Maybe you can chalk it up to me getting crazy in my old age?  Maybe you can say that I got a soft spot for the pup and that made me momentarily crazy... But then again, maybe you can't. All I'm saying is that I've got my reasons, and frankly, it's none of your damn business.  Byron... Verhoeven... all you need to know is that payback is indeed a bitch... but then again, so are you. [With those words, Watkins flashes a wry smile and steps back into the shadows as the shot fades.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Camera focuses on "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley, looking like his familar self, with sweat dripping down his face, looking tired, but content.  Steve Manning, Sr. is standing next to him, obviously delighted at Quigley's turnaround.] CQ: I've been to hell these last few weeks, and it's not as hot as they say. It's a cold, lonely place, and this man [points to Manning] grabbed me by the throat and shook me, he woke me up and allowed me to get to my fight, and beat the Devil himself.  My career was in a mess, but with his help, I'm getting it back on track. SM: It was my pleasure, kid. [Quigley smirks] CQ: With that out of the way, I've gotta comment on what went down here tonight, with Mr. Damage.  Marty Warnett, Simon Lebec, and Casey James will all get their turn, but for now, I just want to say that Damage, you had a chance to beat me _cleanly_, something that has _never_ happened as of yet in the IIWF.  And you went to answer your _phone_?  I heard stories of how good you were, but with decisions like that, you'll never be great, and you'll never, _ever_ beat me!  You felt the striking pain of the Quickstriker, and that's something you won't soon forget, Damage! [Quigley points at the camera as Manning slaps him on the shoulder, while the camera fades to black...] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Duncan Macbeth ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Duncan Macbeth is standing in the IIWF Coliseum interview area, still dressed in his ring attire, watching the playback of his match with Marty Warnett, concluded just minutes previously.  Macbeth has not even broken a sweat, but his breathing is deep and heavy, more from rage and frustration than physical exertion.  After listening to Tim Dross' and Steve Roberts' post match comments, Macbeth turns to the camera, the picture of seething, barely contained fury.] DM: I'm standin' 'ere, Warnett, an' I'm tryin' t' find just one word tha' sums ye up after this debacle, but there's just too many!  Outmatched, aye! Outclassed, aye!  Scared, aye!  Desperate, cheap, low, underhanded, cowardly... y'see th' problem I'm havin'?  But above all, perhaps th' best word tha' sums ye up righ' now is HYPOCRITE! Ye claimed tha' ye gave credibility t' th' Intercontinental Title, ye claim t' be a fan favourite, ye put down Quigley fer "breakin' rules, cheatin', an' bein' a pain in th' ass", yet who was th' one wi' th' knuckle dusters?  Fact is, tosser, ye've become such a shadow o' yuir former self tha' ye cannae cut th' mustard in th' IIWF anymore without resortin' t' cheatin'!  Me head may be a wee bit sore, but I guarantee ye're hurtin' worse than me righ' now after th' beatin' I just laid on ye!  Th' knucks were yuir only hope, has-been, 'cause ye could nae stop me any other way, an' ye, me, an th' whole IIWF kens it! Roberts, much as it pains me, I have t' agree wi' ye.  I'll be back in th' ring kickin' arse on Wednesday nigh', an' by then I'll have forgotten all about ye, Warnett -- just like everyone else in th' IIWF has!  [Macbeth storms out of the interview area. Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Billy Shakespeare stands in the back. the crowd has already begun to disperse except for a number of incapacitated Sychopaths.  He leans against the wall, his face a ghoulish mask of smeared makeup.  He pants heavily, exhausted for a moment, then holds up a finger for the camera to keep waiting.  He runs a hand through his hair, then speaks:] BS: To be felled by a sot and his stygian witch.  Now he faces pitiful      Ronnie Paris for the right to wear my belt.  I don't think so.     Vengeance, thy name is Shakespeare.     [He abruptly leaves.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Real Deal" Luke Steele ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Fade up to Luke Steele, standing in the broadcast area after Saturday Night has come to a close. He wipes the sweat away from his face and speaks to the camera, with a big grin on his face.] LS: Hey, baby dolls, it's the Real Deal here. You might be wondering why ol' Lukie S. is smiling tonight; after all, I lost to the Highwayman. Well, it has to do with a number of things. Firstly, congrats to little Ronnie P. on getting to the final of the Cruiserweight filling match. Watch your back, though -- the Dirt Dog is a cagey canine. Secondly, a big thanks go out to the Soundbiter for all the kind words tonight. Stylin' Stevie, those names you use in jest can only cement me in with the great fans. In fact, if you're on my case all the time, it only means that I'm on the straight and narrow path. And finally for right now, there's the deal with GENESIS. Boys, I must admit you've got a world of potential. But this little group thing is getting tiresome, and the only thing that would make me want to join you is if you can get Phil Collins to show up. Then GENESIS would really deserve its name. I appreciate the kind words and the invitation, but I'm going to have to decline at this time. Back to the grind, boys and girls. Luke Steele's got another loss to dig his way out of, and the only way he knows how is to kick some butt on Saturday nights. Later, baby dolls. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ike Sampson ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Ike Sampson stands on an IIWF soundstage.) IS: Hey, Rogers, get ready for the big dog.  I like your style, and it ain't nothing personal, but you're going down Wednesday.  Goin' down hard.  First big match.  Are you ready?! Are you ready for the winner of the Future Bowl, and the future of the IIWF?! I don't think you are.  Bring it on, boy... I'll be waiting.... [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Scott Rogers ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to the 6'7" newcomer Scott Rogers before an IIWF backdrop. He wears a pair of jeans only. He has a beaming smile on his face.] SR: You know, the more time I spend in this federation, the more I like it. I'm gettin' such a rush just being amongst such athletes as Chris Quigley, who, I assure you, will pull through his current problems a far better man, Marty Warnett, the Subway Psycho, Ronnie Paris, who scored a great win on Saturday, Ike Sampson, and all the other greats of this sport who know why they're in the business. But I just want to dwell on Ike for a moment. I've only been here three weeks, but in that time, Ike and myself have spent a few evenings in the bars after our matches, buying each other drinks and generally having a great time. And now I see the booking committee have pitted us against each other in what will prove to be a match that should please all the fans as much as it'll please the two of us. I promise you we'll put on as good a show as possible. But one of us has to lose. Obviously it would be unfair to myself, Ike and the fans if I didn't wrestle whole-heartedly but if Ike wins I'll be just as pleased for him as I will be if I come out on top. You see, fans, unlike the likes of Casey James, Lord Byron, Steve Kowalski and so many others who tell you otherwise, winning _isn't_ everything. As long as you give your all, that's all anyone can ask. If it isn't good enough, just go back to the drawing board and try and put right where you went wrong and keep trying and correcting your mistakes. Don't believe the old myth that practice makes perfect -- it doesn't. Practice makes better. The more you practice the better you get. There is no limit to how good you can become at anything. I know that both Ike and myself have practiced a great deal at our chosen sport; if we hadn't we wouldn't be in this, the best wrestling federation in the world. Neither of us would admit to perfection, even if we held every title we are eligible for and had defeated everyone else five times over. Whoever wins this Wednesday will be the better man on the night will win for sure. Who will that be? You'd better tune in and find out! [Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cold Spell ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cold Spell enters the IIWF Interview area in street clothes.] ICEHAWK: I want to start this interview by publically congratulating my buddy here. Even though Tim Dross, who hates our guts because he knows we are better than all his old tag-team buddies, wouldn't admit it on the air, Fitz also survived the first part of the NLWP's Longest Road, and he'll be getting a title shot on June 9. As a matter of fact, he was the one that eliminated the IIWF's joke champion, Casey James. Casey, do you realize how badly Brody Thunder is going to kick your butt Saturday? Right, Fitz? FITZ: Probably. Brody, you and I had a fine matchup after I eliminated Casey, and you came out on top. If I win the NLWP belt on June 9, which I intend to do, it will be the greatest challenge of my career to face you in my first title defense. [Icehawk starts to say something, but Fitz pulls the microphone back.] Violence Unlimited, we haven't forgotten about you. Come on out Wednesday, and watch us wrestle the Barnacles. Because we have a surprise for you. [Fitz turns and walks away. Icehawk stares after him, then follows. As they disappear, you can hear him asking "Surprise? What surprise?"] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ W & W Express. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The W & W Express comes down to the interview area.] WAYNE: Well, well, it looks like we finally are going to get on the Saturday show. All of the world can see the future of the IIWF. I wonder who the unlucky team is that is going to get humiliated in front of millions of people. WATSON: With rumors that the Express is going to fight on Saturday, commercial prices are rising like crazy. This is going to be bigger than the Superbowl. WAYNE: Let's be honest, IIWF ratings have been somewhat mediocre on Saturday Nights in the past few weeks. Now with news that the Express could possibly appear on the card ratings are expected to break records. WATSON: The whole world is finally going to see a "REAL" tag team. No more of these clowns. WAYNE: It looks like the Prophets of Rage won the tag belts. Better take a lot of pictures with those belts, boys, because eventually the suits are going to be forced to give us a title shot. WATSON: What more do we have to do? We already gave the great Harlequins the beating of a lifetime. WAYNE: Plain and simple, we want a title shot. We are going to destroy everything in our way until we get that shot. Whether it's Dark Disciples, Violence Unlimited, Cold Spell, it don't matter. WATSON: Like I've said over and over, they are all victims to us. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Dangerous" Danny Dynamite ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Open up to 3D in front of a white background. He wears baggy jean shorts and a white Syndicate shirt. His trademark goatee is still there, along with his Oakley sunglasses.] DDD: Chris WHO? Herforth? Well, IIWF.. It's time for the TRUE Dangerous One to be unleashed. Joe Petrow... watch your back! I'm back in singles and out for ONE and only ONE reason... To see YOU GONE! Herforth, whoever you are... You're looking at the greatest lightheavyweight in the business today... and that's what this is all going to be... BUSINESS... Nobody does it better than Danny Dynamite, and with the Syndicate backing me 110% of the way, you better believe it's gonna be a dangerous day for you. Give your heart to God, cause that worthless ass of yours is MINE! [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Armed Forces ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The Armed Forces, NavCom and DefCon, stand in the IIWF interview area immediately following their win over the High Plains Drifters, their twentieth in the IIWF.  NavCom wipes a tear away...] NC: I'd like to thank everyone who supported the Armed Forces along through our careers here in the IIWF.  Through the World Championship reign, the feuds with many of the tough tag teams here, and especially, through our final match in the IIWF, you've stood by us... and we're ever so grateful. It's you great fans that have made our stint here in the IIWF such a wonderful one. DC: We were the first team to the coveted twenty-win plateau here in this great federation -- and we couldn't have had a sweeter win to get there. Tonight we beat a great tag team -- a team that we dare not claim to be better than.  We've had many epic battles with the High Plains Drifters in the past, and have never seen eye to eye with them, but I think, tonight, the five men involved showed their true respect for each other.  Pale, Easy, I wish you both the best of luck.  Behind the whiskey bottles and chair shots, you truly are class acts. NC: We'll be returning to duty in the United States Armed Forces once again.  Though we'll be gone from the IIWF's ranks, I hope that we'll not be forgotten from the IIWF's annals.  Once again, thanks to all of you... President Spreadbury, VP Steve Owens, Mr. Jimmy, Poutine Janois, the Jobber Justice Squad which has bailed us out of many a predicament, and to all the great fans here in Portland -- and throughout the world.  Keep supporting the IIWF.  We will.  Until you see us again... THANKS. [NavCom and DefCon leave the area.  Fade.] +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I * I * W * F =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+ | President: Daniel Spreadbury | Vice-President: Jim Jividen | | univ0322@sable.ox.ac.uk | brokeback@webtv.net | | iiwf@sisko.demon.co.uk | | +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- http://www.sisko.demon.co.uk -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+