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[What appears to be an IIWF medical assistant is seen stumbling backwards over a bench as if he had been shoved rather hard. The man shakes his head and slowly stumbles off camera as Brody Thunder is seen  coming into view with another medical assistant trying to help him  stand and walk. Thunder abruptly shoves him out of camera shot but the  man's arms can be seen giving the "Aw, the heck with it" gesture. Thunder staggers to the bench and sits down. Blood trickles down his face from a few various cuts and bruises. He is holding a hand to his chest. He slowly lifts his head up to face the camera.] BT: ...[cough]...James...ya lit the fuse....[cough]...Now...ya     gotta deal with...the consequences...aaahh...This ain't nuthin'...     ..unh...compared ta what's comin' yer way..punk....We ain't even     _close_[cough]...ta bein' through...[cough].. [Thunder stands up and in the process heaves the bench  against  a  row  of lockers in the background as he slowly staggers off camera. Fade to black.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lord Byron ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The scene opens in the backstage area at IIWF Saturday Night.  Lord Byron is stood alongside the Lady DeWinter, the IC. Title draped across his shoulder...] LB: Creed.  Everywhere I turn, I see that one man.  That one name.  Every time I step in the ring, I see that one face staring right back at me. [Byron pauses for a second, before breaking out into his famous sneer...] I see what you are doing, my friend.  The poor warrior, broken on the field of battle, licking his wounds and looking for a chance - any chance - to redeem his lost honour. [The mocking tone in Byron's voice fades, and is replaced by a malevolent hiss] Listen to me, rookie, and listen well.  Your chance for glory is past, over, a memory, nothing more.  you should listen to Steve Roberts' advice, my friend, because next time I see you anywhere near me, I'll finish the job I started at Birthday Bash.  Rest that leg, build up your strength, but most of all, stay out of my way.  After all, we wouldn't want a swift return to the doctors' surgery now, would we? You are supping with panthers, Creed.  And that is a very dangerous game to play. One last thing:  Mad Dog Watkins.  The European Alliance has warned you twice now.  You saw what happened to the pup, and yet you consistently ignore our warnings and put your hand in back in the fire.  How long more before you get burnt?  Think about it old man, can your body take the sort of punishment your young friend's did? [Byron sneers] At your age, I would say that's a very risky prospect.  As I said last week, you've had your last warning, Watkins.  Keep an eye on your back, because trust me, no-one else will. [Byron links his arm with the Lady DeWinter, and the two walk off the set. Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Creed ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Creed stands, leg unsupported by mechanical apparatus, in the IIWF interview area just moments after his again seeming to come out on the short end of a conflict with the European Alliance.] CREED: Helluva homecoming, San Francisco.  You been good to me, so I'm gonna be good to all of you.  Next week - at "Midnight in Mexico", I'm going back to work.  Vacation time is over, my knee feelin' as good as it needs to feel - and the only thing that's gonna make it any better is for me to get back in the ring. Don't mind watchin' Starks and the Dog get a piece of you Byron - enjoyed seeing you with that cane laid across your back tonight.  But that ain't payback.  That not gonna make up for how you and the Butcher tried to put me out of commission.  You want to take what I got, Byron? You want to take my streak, take my knee - try to take my career? Then you gotta pay the price, Byron.  Are you ready for the kinda payback I got for you, champ?  Are you ready to put it on the line for me, champ?  'Cause it's comin'.  The day is comin' where that win of yours at Birthday Bash costs you more than you know.  Costs you more than you willin' to pay.  Costs you everything, Byron.  Payback, Byron.  Payback. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Sychosys" Joe Petrow ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to a live shot of the Cow Palace parking lot.  Inside a closed circle of Volkswagon buses stands "Sychosys" Joe Petrow.  About fifteen Sychopaths seem preoccupied over on the other side of the shot, amid some occasional moans and groans.  A maniacial Petrow speaks: JP: Musashi Takeshi!  Omae, yoku yatta kuretan da na!  Da ga, kono ore wo taosu koto ga juunen hayain da yo!  IIWF ga owaru made ni, iya, sekai ga owaru made ni, kyou no koto wo wasurenai ze!  De mo... [Petrow wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and gives a slight smile] Chotto ki ni ittan da na!     Subway Psycho, you just found the answer to the great paradox.  I'm     too good to lose, and you aren't important enough to beat!  So until I get that title match that I deserve, until the kiwi is in MY HANDS, this is the way it has to be!  Someone once said that a tie is like kissing your sister?  In that case, there's gonna be a lot of unhappy women with tongues down their throats at the hands of Sychosys!     Now the moment you've all been waiting for! [Some Sychopaths finally clear out so the camera can see what's been happening.  Majestic Maurice McArthur is slumped against the bus, while one Sychopath holds a bong down his mouth, while another pours a can of Mooselips into it, forcing 3M to drink it.  About a dozen crumpled cans lay nearby.]     After trashing the egos that got in the way of our success, Triple M     has come back to the fold, and Team Sychosys is BACK AGAIN!  [Some     fans help 3M to his feet, and he staggers towards Joe.]  Welcome back, buddy, we missed ya!  It's like I always said, when you're Team Sychosys, yer Team Sychosys for life!  Let's give the fans the pose they've been waiting for like the salivating dogs they are! [Petrow gives the "Triple M" sign, while a dazed, glassy-eyed McArthur tries to do the same] JP: Welcome back buddy! [Petrow gives McArthur a big hug, then immediately spins him around. McArthur bends out of camera range, and makes some audible retching sounds] JP: If the rest of the champs are running scared, maybe The Prophets     have the guts to put the gold on the line!  In any case, Maurice     is back, the kiwi is coming, and this interview is over! [Several Sychopaths walk towards the camera.  The picture abruptly cuts to snow.]   ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tony Starks ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: IIWF interview area, Starks has his back to the camera, towel draped over his head. His voice is still calm, but there is an angry intensity.] TS: Byron, when I want your belt, I will come for it. I accomplished what I wanted, I hurt you... you had better not walk anywhere alone any more. I am coming... if I don't get you, Watkins will, or Creed will -- but _someone_ is going to get you. Same goes for you, muscle head, I know how to get rid of Otto, just don't give him his 'roids. Keep on hitting me, beating me, taunting me, whatever... I don't want victory. I want you dead, believe it. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Requiem ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF interview area, immediately after IIWF Saturday Night. The lights dim as Requiem enters the area, the night black electric guitar hanging from a shoulder strap. Requiem removes his sunglasses, white eyes staring intently into the camera as the crimson flames upon his jacket crackle menacingly away] REQUIEM: Derek Mota, I respect your abilities in the ring, alas I don't          respect your attitude. For someone who is 'New Generation ' you          show a surprising lack of wit. Striking me when I sought only to help you completely obliterate a has-been like Marty Warnett? Foolish. You should know, Mota, that there is _no_ 'New Generation' and 'Old Generation' in the IIWF. There is only the Genesis Generation and everybody else. You're either with us or you're against us...          Sadly, it seems you've already chosen.  Truly a shame, for you          had so much potential. I promise, when the time comes, your          destruction will be as painless as possible.          I cannot promise the same for Scott Rogers, Ike Sampson and Luke Steele. Gentlemen, you have made powerful enemies this night. I will make you this promise: When the time comes, you will beg for the mercy of Genesis...          How sad, then, that we have none. What we will do to you will          be... Well, I believe the "Pet Shop Boys" said it best... [Requiem reaches for his guitar and begins to play as he walks off camera, the Pet Shop Boys' "IT'S A SIN" taking on a more sinister meaning. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Nightwing ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Nightwing, an angry expression on his face, stands alone in the IIWF interview area immediately following IIWF Saturday Night.] NW: Ronnie Paris, we had something to discuss tonight.  You accused _me_     of turning my back on the fans?  Yes I repaid a debt to Requiem at     Birthday Bash against the unholy creature called Deathbringer.  Yes, I gained a measure of revenge against the Harlequins, who recently     attacked _me_ when I was injured and barely alert.      And who threw the first punch tonight, Ronnie Paris?  You did.     I have turned my back on no one!     When my body was being broken by the Syndicate, where were you, Ronnie Paris?  When the Harlequins left me laying at ringside, where were you, Scott Rogers?  Where were you, Ike Sampson?  Others have     consistently turned their backs on _me_... including my own people.     The spirits pointed me toward Genesis to see my future... and it is     clear.     I have turned my back on no one! [Nightwing gives one final scowl at the camera and leaves the set.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cold Spell ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cold Spell comes onto the set. For once, it is Fitz who is smiling, while Icehawk looks upset.] HAWK: Did you hear that?! The fans were booing us, and cheering Violence Unlimited! All we did was get some revenge on the Harlequins for the way they burned me! I told you that joining Genesis was a terrible idea! FITZ: Calm down, for crying out loud. Let me ask you something - did the Harlequins succeed in whatever they had planned for us? HAWK: Well, no. But ... FITZ: Has Violence Unlimited succeeded in either of their last two attacks on us? HAWK: No. FITZ: And did we start the fights with the Harlequins or Violence Unlimited? HAWK: No. They did. They attacked us. FITZ: Exactly. All the guys are doing is helping us finish what they started. This isn't the Olympics. This is professional wrestling, and we found out what happens to the guys that play by the rules. They get screwed. Now we aren't getting screwed anymore. HAWK: Well... I guess you are right. But those fans were booing us! The fans are the whole reason we are here, and now they hate us. I can't handle that. FITZ: Don't worry. Those weren't the real IIWF fans. The real fans know that the Harlequins and Violence Unlimited are thugs, and that we were just giving them a taste of their own medicine. HAWK: Are you sure? FITZ: Positive. But since you are worried, I'll make you a deal. Wednesday, we have the Four Corners match with our three biggest rivals, right? [The frown slips off Icehawk's face, replaced by a mischievous smile.] HAWK: Three? FITZ: The Harlequins, Violence Unlimited and the W & W Express. HAWK: We are wrestling a credit card? FITZ: No, they are a tag team. They were the guys we were wrestling when Comedy burned you. We beat them once, they beat us in that match when we went after Comedy. HAWK: Oh, the fat guys! FITZ: No, that's the Rotundos. This is... oh, never mind. Do you want to hear what the deal is, or do you want to be silly? HAWK: Oh, alright. What's the deal? FITZ: I'll tell Requiem, Highway and Nightwing not to interfere first. We'll wrestle this match clean, as long as the other teams do. Deal? HAWK: [smiling] Deal. [Both wrestlers turn to leave - but Fitz turns back.] FITZ: Good luck tonight, Casey. But if you win - don't be making plans for a rematch with Brody. Tim Dross might not know you have to wrestle me first... but I do. And so do you. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Derek Mota ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to the IIWF Interview area, where Derek Mota is pacing around impatiently.  He has a small bandage on his forehead where a cut occured earlier on that night during his match with Marty Warnett.) DM: Okay, I gotta couple of things to say here.  Owens told me the check's in the mail, but I'm thinkin' he stashed it in the same place he put my interview for Friday night's show.  Let's give a little recap for the morons watching tonight, why don't we?  I told Warnett he was on shaky ground here, that he'd better watch out or else he'd find himself outta the IIWF.  A little more and he'd be a bum on the streets, sniffin' glue with the likes of Stud Stetson in some alleyway. Well, Warnett, it looks like you survived another week.  Barely.  But I'm a patient man.  We're gonna meet in the ring again real soon, and I'm gonna make sure that you and Stetson reunite in some cardboard box.  You can count on that.  But for now, you still have your job, so you can still support your little coke habit.  Now you go worry about Chris "I need to talk to Tony Robbins before every match" Quigley, but just watch your back, cause some day soon I'll be standing right behind ya, ta finish you off for good. Now I've got a few words about Requiem.  Big man, I never asked ya to get involved in my match.  I told you guys that us New Generation people had ta stick out for each other, but I don't need you as a crutch.  I want people ta look back on my matches and talk about the moves I gave, and how I won the match, not how I was lucky that some crony of mine interfered and gave me a lucky win.  Let's save that for guys like Tiger Claw, I wanna win my matches in the ring.  Myself.  And if you've got a problem with that, maybe we're just gonna have to step into the ring one more stinkin' time.  But this time you can rest assured that I've learned your tricks, and that the result this time around would be different.  But I'm gettin' ahead of myself.  You and me, Requiem, we're on the same side.  Let's act like it.    [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ronnie Paris ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [A visibly irate Ronnie Paris is standing in front of the Monday Musings backdrop, staring intently into the camera. He says nothing for the first few seconds, and makes no move at all, but finally he opens his mouth without ever taking his gaze away from the middle of the lens.] RP: I've seen a few odd things in my day, and Lord knows I've lost matches before, but I've got a couple of questions to ask. First, would the IIWF know what the [BLEEP] a cruiserweight wrestler was if one bit them in the rear?! They seem to think a Cruiserweight title is for overweight hacks who wouldn't know a armbar from an armrest, or maniacs who think staring is an offsive manouver, and now a goddamn lush? I mean, I'm not saying I'm a perfect choice, but if we've got guys like Mota, Musashi, Herforth until a week ago, why give the one belt that means "You are a great wrestler, not just a brawler" and stick it on some damn fool with a bottle of cheap scotch? And what the hell is this mooning business? Since when has wrestling been XXX? Sure, I bring my fiancee to ringside on occasion, but she and I have enough self-respect that we don't turn the matches into [BLEEP]ing stripteases! I'm not mad I lost, because I don't have that kind of ego. I just have to wonder if anyone upstairs knows what the hell a wrestler _is_ anymore.     Genesis, I have a quick question for you, too. Respect. Ever heard of it? Ever heard of say, that a guy like Chris Quigley, who was kicking tail here while all of us were in the bush leagues or overseas, that he deserves some? He, and Warnett, and guys like Tiger Claw, they tell you who they are, they're proud of it, and they beat you more times than not. Guys like me and Ike and Scott and my old nemesis Luke Steele, we don't pretend we're dead or something, or a sunken ship or some crap like that. We wrestle, and we're proud of that. Why don't you clowns take the makeup off, tell everyone your real names, and then maybe then you'll get some respect from the IIWF. Honestly, if I were a 300 year old Robin Hood rip-off, would I be wrestling? If I were immortal and in quest of "saving souls", would I be wrestling? Heck no, I'd be off in Valhalla, or whereever the hell you guys pretend you're from. Drop the crap, guys, and drop the attitudes... this is wrestling, not a circus. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dirt Dog Unique Allah ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The new IIWF Cruiserweight champion has the belt draped over his shoulder, doing a little dance as Shadoe and Derek pour champagne over his head.  Pizzazz and Medusa lounge in back, laughing and watching replays of the tremendous dive through the table that won the bout for Unique. As Unique spots the camera he leaps forward and crows.] DDUA: Where's my doggies at?  YEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! I say yeaahhhhhhhhhh! See, see, I told you I was gon win this damn thing, din't I?  I done told you that the dog was not to be messed with muhfuhs! But now I got a l'il muhfuh by the name o' Billy Shakespeare tryin' to mess with me?  I don't know if they can do that!  I don't know if he even wanna try.  See, cause the play's the thing, right.  and can't nobody play this game better than me.  Shakespeare, you want your shot, you got it. But it ain't gonna come easy.  How sharper than a serpent's tooth is the bite of the Dirt Dog, oh yeah.  Now I got sumthin else to say.  I wanna talk to that so-called Black Pack that's out there.  Bruhs, whatchu doin'? Can't you see what organisation does for a muhfuh?  Huh, the Prophets of Rage are the strongest and the baddest unit in the IIWF.  We's the baddest muhfuhs.  Tony Starks, Creed, Ike Sampson, Mad Dog ... listen to me, please.  Come on by, talk to us.  We gotta get more brothers in this thing.  Y'all notice the only brothers succeeding in the IIWF are the one who ain't worried about no damned race card.  If ya gotta play it then play it.  If ya gotta start swinging your fists and kicking yo feet?  Then that's what you gotta do as a nasty muhfuh!  KnowwhutI'msayin?  Man, listen to me.  Do as I say!  It's imperative!  Please!  I don't care what you care!  I just give what you receive!  So do the knowledge and learn. Don't be no ignorant, negative Lucifer with the jingling gloss of grafted skin, but the light source of the true origin!  I gotta tell ya, if you don't know now you know.  It's like that.  We gotta strike back.  Getting yo asses whupped by some Limey and a Nazi?  That ain't right.  Y'all know we came from a bad action.  Now we gotta give 'em a bad reaction! Yeaaahhhhh! That's right, muhfuhs!! [Fade out] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Billy Shakespeare turns away from watching the end of the Cruiserweight title bout. He addresses the camera:] BS: Dirt Dog:  "Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown more than your enemies... I do desire that we become better strangers."  Those are from As You Like It.  You won't be liking it much longer.  None can hide... the Spotlight always finds who it seeks.  As I forswore, you're next. [He exits. Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ W & W Express ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Clark Wayne and Doug Watson, the W & W Express, walk into the interview area.] WAYNE: Well, I guess the whole world finally got to see that the Express is for real.  The ratings for that Saturday show were the highest ever. WATSON: Everyone tuned in to see the Express give the Zodiacs the beating of a lifetime. WAYNE: My favorite part was when Scorpio's head slammed into the apron.  Did he wake up yet ? WATSON: I don't think we'll be seeing the Zodiac Connection for a while.   WAYNE: Now the obvious question is: who's next?  Who is the next IIWF tag team to get knocked off their pedestal? WATSON: We've already humiliated the Harlequins, the Zodiacs, Cold Spell. The list goes on and on. Is there anyone left? WAYNE: Speaking of Cold Spell, it seems that everyone is talking about the new generation "supergroup" called Genesis.  Well, boys and girls, the future of the IIWF lies right here.  We don't need to run around in some little group to be tough. WATSON: Anyone of you guys thinks of getting in our way you'll be old news faster than you can say "Dan Kauffman".  You guys are just a Vegginator away from early retirement. WAYNE: Whether it be Violence Unlimited, The Dark Disciples, Pain Inc., or your priceless champions the Prophets of Rage, we'll take on anyone, anytime, anywhere. WATSON: Like I always say, they are all victims to us. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Violence Unlimited ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Mutilator and Jaguar come into the interview area after Saturday Night's shocking upset win over Pain, Inc.  Mutilator is wearing his wrestling attire, and Jaguar has on the IIWF shirt but a pair of blue jean shorts on instead of his tights.  Both men are sweating] M: Well, I guess we really are great.  I didn't think so, but the IIWF hasn't been very tough for us.  Those guys Pain, Inc., were former tag team champions.  It has always been said rookies have a tough time winning here. J: We must be exceptionally amazing, then.  All that's left for us to do right now is the only thing we care about, and that's to actually go after the tag team titles. M: It won't be too tough.  FINALLY, we get in the ring with the Cold Spell. They've been beaten on for weeks now, I guess it's time for them to try to hit back, and then learn they just can't handle us. J: The Harlequins seem to be getting the push, though.  All they talked about on the hotline was the Harlequins proving themselves soon.  Well, let's see Chaos go around being a young butt whooper on us.  We'll see if he likes me dropping him on his head. M: As for the W+W Express, you're new here too, but don't think we'll take it easy.  We've said it time and time again.  We're here to teach the IIWF the meaning of one word.  The word that PERSONIFIES Violence Unlimited, and what they stand for.  The word is what Cold Spell, the Harlequins, and the W+W Express, along with the Prophets once we get to them, will feel. J: _Pain_. 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