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The camera speeds to it, finding Larry Morton and Becky LaRue at a temporary broadcast booth situated on top of the cement pad which is the monument itself.  Larry wears a shirt emblazoned "The IIWF went to Four Corners and all I got was the stupid t-shirt".  Becky has wrapped herself in a navajo blanket, and wears sunglasses despite the fact it is night.] LM: Welcome to the IIWF War Room.  I'm Larry Morton, and beside me, as     always the lovely Becky Larue. BL: Gwen. LM: Gwen? BL: I would just as soon not be identified as long as you are wearing that shirt. LM: So be it, I guess.  Only hours ago, a ring was set up on the top of this monument, and for the first time ever, there was wrestling in FOUR STATES AT THE SAME TIME! BL: You're easily amused. This has got to be the sorriest excuse for     a National monument I have ever seen.  Yet another brilliant notion     from new VP Jim.  I would much rather see the birthplace of Becky     LaRue immortalized. LM: Contrary.  I think this is a great way to honor some of the IIWF     superstars who live in the west.  Brody Thunder from Arizona and     Scott Rogers in Utah. BL: What has Colorado got to do with it? LM: Well... um... "Mork and Mindy" was supposed to take place in Boulder, Colorado. BL: Swell.  Tell "Overbite" Steve Roberts.  He'll be thrilled. LM: Okay, the real reason is that there is an overzealous Billy     Shakespeare fan in Coorado and we included his state so he'll stop     sending pointless e-mail messages to the IIWF suits. BL: Seeing as how their time is so precious.  It's not like they have     to go write a book or conduct a choir. LM: Becky, let's start the show. BL: The name is Gwen.  G... Double U... E... N. LM: Despite the fact that there isn't a single large town in this whole     four corners area, we had a decent crowd on hand. BL: It's not like they had many options.  How many four star restaurants     can be found in Chinle, Mexian Hat, Bluff, Sheep Springs, Shiprock,     or Dove Creek? LM: Not many Four Star restaurants...but plenty of four star matches! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Duncan Macbeth vs. Barnacle Brother Bluto ------------------------------------------------------------------------      The sailor went into the match expecting a brawl, but was suprised      when Macbeth wrestled an aerial match.  Keeping the pace very fast      and intense, dictating the entire match.  Bluto was barely able to      make his feet before being downed with a clothesline or a bulldog or a powerslam. Finally, the scot hit the Claymore for the pin.  The crowd began a chant of "New Generation", but Macbeth ignored it with some note of distain. After shaking his head in disbelief, he flipped over the top rope and made his exit. RESULT:  Duncan Macbeth by pinfall > > POINT OF VIEW:  LARRY MORTON < < LM: Macbeth is the kind of competitor that can match up against any     opponent.  He can brawl, he can fly, he can go to the mat.  While     this bout was no more than a warm up, I have to belive he was sending a message to Creed. > > POINT OF VIEW:  BECKY LARUE < < BL: Big deal, he beats a Barnacle Brother.   Bluto is a tag wrestler.     Macbeth talks big, but he's still got to prove it some time.  And on     the subject of talking... Hey, Macbeth... CLEAR YOUR THROAT! LM: We've got some footage from earlier this evening caught on the way to the trailers that we use as locker rooms.  For the curious, the IIWF had Summers extradited from Mexico to be here with us.  The suits felt that Steve Roberts was a bad influence on the boy.  Appearantly, the two of them were caught doing the Macarena with two women of questionable profession. BL: You mean like Lady DeWinter? LM: No.  Women more like... more like... well... you.  [Larry screams in pain] BL: Hey, Roberts, put a few Coronas on the IIWF expense account for me. [SCENE: The trailers at the Four Corners National Monument, where the camera is picking up a bouncing close-up of the back of Steve Summer's head as he pursues Duncan Macbeth across the desert.  Steve turns back to the camera and whispers "Are you rolling?"  and the cameraman indicates "yes" out of frame.  Steve nods with a furtive grin, and trots over to Macbeth just as he is opening the door to his room.] SS: Mr. Macbeth!  Hey, Duncan!  Wow, man, were you ever flying tonight!     Jeez, you looked like a freakin' F-14 out there!  Bang!  Zoom!     Pow!  Can you go, or what?  What a show! DM: Look, lad, I'm no' in th' mood fer this nonsense righ' now... SS: Aw, c'mon, Mr. Macbeth, people are watching here!  You've put away     some big names lately, and you're making moves!  The old guys are     watching you, and they're scared!  Remember Warnett?  You were all     over him, man! Danny Dynamite, getting in your face last week...     they know you're the man to beat!  New Generation, baby!  New     Gene... ulppp! [Macbeth grabs Summers by the lapels of his jacket and pulls him close, his wild green eyes staring daggers into Summers's baby blues, his voice changing to a raspy baritone hiss.  Steve's face noticeably turns pale white with terror.] DM: Listen t' me, Summers, an' listen WELL!  I could nae give a stuff     about this "New Generation" bollocks, and I'm TIRED o' hearin' about     it, especially as it pertains t' ME!  D'ye really think I CARE how     long th' other guy's been in th' fed when 'e's standin on th' other     side o' th ring?!  Whether 'e's a rookie, or a veteran?  Whether th'     fans love 'im, or hate 'im?!  It doesn't matter who's "New" or who's     "old" - what matters is who's BEST, an' tha's ALL I care about!  I     dinnae care if it's Mota, Byron, Dynamite, Verhoeven, Creed,     whoever, or if they're eighteen, or eighty -- they step in th' ring     wi' me, they're goin' down!  D'ye ken wha' I'm sayin' t' ye, Summer? [If Summers understands, he is too frozen with fear to respond intelligently.  Macbeth's fierce countenance relaxes somewhat, and he takes Steve's head in his free hand and gently nods it "yes" three times. Macbeth allows himself a small smile, and he releases his grip on Summer's jacket.] DM: Ye're a smart lad.  Now get out o' me face... before I lose     me temper! [Macbeth walks into his locker room and slams the door with a loud bang, making Summer nearly jump out of his skin. Summer's lower lip begins to tremble slightly, and he tries to stifle a couple of sniffles before he notices the camera is still rolling.] SS:  WILL YOU TURN THAT THING OFF?! [Summers puts his hand over the lens. Fade.] BL: Larry, that kid couldn't be any worse than you if he tried. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mad Dog Watkins vs. Casey C. ------------------------------------------------------------------------      Casey C took it to the seasoned veteran, and for moment seemed as if he might pull out a victory.  But it soon became appearant that Mad Dog was merely relaxing and toying with his adversary.  A      tilt-a-whirl powerbomb put young Casey C down for the count. > > POINT OF VIEW:  LARRY MORTON < < LM: Not much to say.  His feud with Brody Thunder honed any skill     that Watkins may have lost in his time away from the ring.  That man     could easily mentor Creed to a heavyweight championship, or do it     himself. > > POINT OF VIEW:  BECKY LARUE < < LM: It doesn't take much to down Casey C.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Otto Verhoeven vs. "Nifty" Ned Norton ------------------------------------------------------------------------     Verhoeven showed himself to be every bit of the world champion he     once was.  "Nifty" Ned got a great roar of support and managed to     begin a "U.S.A." chant before "The Butcher" neatly clotheslined him.     Verhoeven pummelled the smaller man, and twice pulled up his shoulders to break the count.  Nurse Heidi got into the act, distracting Ned long enough for Verhoeven to inflict the Slaughterslam. RESULT: Verhoeven by pinfall > > POINT OF VIEW: LARRY MORTON < < LM: Verhoeven is the same wrestler that he has always been, but we haven't heard much out of him recently.  There are few in the IIWf who match up well against him. > > POINT OF VIEW: BECKY LARUE < < BL: I hope Heidi gets bitten by a taratula. LM: Y'know Becky, I'm really suprised that Ned Norton was even able to     wrestle again, so soon after that incredible bout with Scott "Whine"     Bloom only a week ago. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Derek Mota vs. El Super Gecko ------------------------------------------------------------------------     Gecko started out with an number of rope-walking antics before the     match even began.  Mota was not intimidated by them, nor by the crowd chant of Gecko's invincibility.  Derek then spent the next five minutes tossing the Gecko against the ropes and hiptossing him.  Gecko spent as much time in the ring as he did being thrown over the ropes.  Derek Mota took the victory with his suplex off the ringrope. RESULT:  Mota by pinfall > > POINT OF VIEW: LARRY MORTON < < LM: Mota is a dangerous competitor.  And he may be the wildcard in the     IIWF right now.  I'm not sure who he sides with, nor who his friends     are... assuming he has any. > > POINT OF VIEW: BECKY LARUE < < BL: He humiliated Marty Warnett.  He can't be all bad. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Highwayman vs. Jumpin' Jack ------------------------------------------------------------------------     This match started in a most unusual way.  Highwayman offered Jumpin' Jack a place in Genesis.  The price, he had to put on a rubber Scott Rogers mask and act like a fool.  The Clown Prince of wrestling did just that, putting on the mask and mimicking Rogers.  Laughing, Highwayman held up Jack's arm in victory, then promptly clobberd the naive clown.     The rubber mask obscuring his eyes, Jack could not defend himself     against Highwayman's assult.  Highway hit hard and fast with     haymakers then a DDT before moving on to a sucession of power bombs.     And a final pin with the "Daylight Robbery" neckbreaker.  Highwayman     kept up the attack well after the bell had rung, leg dropping the     unconscious clown then three German suplexes without letting go.     He was about to start the routine again when the Jobber Justice     Squad rushed ringside.  He offered to take them all on, but lost     interest in the limp body of Jumpin' Jack and left the ring. RESULT: Highwayman by pinfall > > POINT OF VIEW:  LARRY MORTON < < LM: I think Highwayman has snapped.  If his treatment of the this faux     Scott Rogers is any indication, I think he is determined to get the     real thing. > > POINT OF VIEW:  BECKY LARUE < < BL: Gee Larry, what gave you that idea?  Was it the way he was shouting     "If you're not with us Scott, you're against us, and for your health's sake you don't want to be against us!"?  or maybe it was when he cried "Snotty Rogers... you watching this, punk?" LM: By the way, those Scott Rogers masks, as well as many other fine IIWF merchandise items are available from the IIWF.  Just call the 800 number and have your credit card ready. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tony Starks vs. Mr. Damage ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LM: Before we show you the match, Starks had these previously taped     comments for his opponent. [SCENE: Staten Island, New York. Outside a business, grafitti covers the walls, people go by amidst the noise of the city. Tony Starks stands with several friends leaning against a wall. They are all hooded down in fatigues. They talk amongst themselves, but the camera closes in on Starks, who peeps from under the bloody towel that he wears on his head. He speaks with a cold, dead tone:] TS: Ayo, Damage. I got a little score to settle with you. You beat me     way back, at Ring Wars. Now it is my turn to get you. That is a     pretty hard name you, Mista Damage. It is the damn truth though,     'cuz when I get done wit' you, all there is going to be _is_ damage.     You signed the wrong contract, you really don't want me comin' for     you.  But, hell is on earth, and it is going to manifest itself     through me all over your broken body. Pay that insurance up boy,     'cuz you are gonna need it. You better have an ambulance ready for     you, 'cuz it's on... [One of Starks' friends cracks a smirk and slaps his hand.] Man: Word. [Starks agrees, nods his head and stares at the camera. Cut back to the set.] BL: Word? LM: I believe that is African-American street slang,  Becky. BL: That's Gwen to you, homey. LM: Not homey... Larry. BL: Recap the match,  white meat.     Mr. Damage never got a chance to bring the vaunted 'Guns of Navarone' into play with Starks focusing on Damage's legs and abdominal submissions. Damage, took plenty of just that, thwarting Starks holds at every occasion, never taking more than a one count before powering out.  The momentum swung he way eventually, arm whipping Starks into the ring post and delivering shots until forced to break.   Neither was able to capitalize for the rest of the bout, and both men began to sag under the strain of the match and the heat of the desert.  With time expiring, Damage bent for the back toss, but Starks turned it into a reverse DDT, quickly executing the Guillotine Submission. Damage made an effort to reach the ropes, but in the end was forced to submit. RESULT:  Starks by submission > > POINT OF VIEW: LARRY MORTON < < LM: This was a little revenge that stretched all the way back to Ring     Wars.  Starks has always been a treat to beat any opponent, but hasn't been able to get the job done when it counts.  He seems to have regained that attitude he had when he first entered the IIWF. > > POINT OF VIEW: BECKY LARUE < < BL: Mr. Damage... don't go out like this.  We haven't heard from you in     forever.  You're better than most of these guys. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Nightwing vs. Scott Rogers ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LM: Rogers had a few words for his adversary tonight... [SCENE: Scott Rogers stands before an IIWF backdrop. He has a beaming smile on his face. As ever, he wears a pair of blue jeans and little else. He has a chain and cross around his neck however and he appears to be chewing gum.] SR: Nightwing, first off glad to see you accepted my challenge. I'm not     too pleased with the actions of your stable on Saturday Night     however. In fact, I'm downright disappointed. At least you proved to     Ike once and for all that I'm _not_ and never will be a member of     Genesis. Do you _really_ think you can take over the IIWF? This fed     has survived for a long time without you and will no doubt keep     plugging on when we're both in our graves. The fans will still turn     up to the cards week in, week out, though. I know you know that as     well as I do.     Sure, people have let you down in the past and will no doubt let you     down in the near future. Here's two names off the top of my head --     Requiem and The Highwayman. Don't let them do it to you, Nightwing.     I _know_ your heart is still in the right place however much you try     convincing us all otherwise.     Tonight on the War Room, Nightwing, I know your 'friends' may come     along and help you out, but now I've got Ike, Ronnie, Luke and even,     I believe, Marty on my side. There's more of us, Genesis, so don't     even try interfering in this one. You'll only get ya hands burnt. [Cut to the studio.]     Rogers went right at the Native American, exercising his greater     strength and brawling abilty in an attempt to break Nightwing.  In     return, Nightwing picked his moments, not getting in many shots, but     scoring with the ones he did get in.   But moreso, Nightwing seemed     slightly hesitant, and allowed clean breaks from the corner and from     submissions.  Rogers too played it straight, though he fell prey to     a waistlock-bridge cobination when he dropped his guard to taunt     Nightwing about his Genesis teammates.  After the two count, Rogers     exploded, battering the native into the turnbuckle then unleashing     forearm shots.  Nightwing went down, and Rogers stepped up a rope     to drop an elbow. The blow never landed as Genesis came ringside.     Requiem distracted the referee while Highwayman suplexed Rogers     off the post.  The referee turned to find Nightwing draped across     Rogers and counted the three. Immediately, Rogers was to his feet and threw himself on Genesis.  The three on one didn't last long as Ike Sampson and Luke Steele rushed to his aid and a brawl ensued until the referees could separate the warriors. RESULT:  Nightwing by pinfall > > POINT OF VIEW: LARRY MORTON < < LM: Genesis is a powerful combination, and their dislike of Sampson,     Steele, and especially Rogers could either be their crowning     acheivement or their Archilles Heel.  Either way, I don't think that     we'll see a clean pin when any of those six fight.  I see a time when both sides may need to martial more allies.  Is the "New Generation"  going to tear itself apart before it even begins? > > POINT OF VIEW: BECKY LARUE < < BL: You know what "Genesis" rhymes with? LM: Nemesis?  BL: Peni... [BLEEP] LM: You can't say that on television Becky! BL: The name is Gwen. LM: You can't say that on television, Gwen! BL: Why not?  We're on delay.  This is great!  Pe..[BLEEP]...[BLEEP]...     [BLEEP]...[BLEEP]! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Enigma" Takezo Musashi vs. "Real Deal" Luke Steele ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The scene fades up to the darkened IIWF studios, much like the opening to IIWF Report.  The lights fade up from black, and reveal not Tim Dross, but Luke Steele with a serious look on his face.  This is not the Luke Steele we've seen in the past, this man's face is deadpanned to the camera.  His face is partially obscured as his voice rings out like a shotgun in the silence of the slightly darkened studio.] LS: Takezo Musashi... Your name commands respect wherever you go... I've     followed your career ever since I came into wrestling, and I've been     a fan for the longest time... Usually a wrestler has to start from     the bottom and make a name for himself in a new league... But not     Takezo Musashi... His past reputation speaks volumes, and soon he     held gold in another league, until recently two versions of a     cruiserweight title... For this, I have the ultimate respect for     your sir, and for this I will extend my hand in friendship before     and after the match, win lose or draw... But while respect is one     thing, passiveness is another... I will not lay down and allow you     to defeat me, you will have to earn it, Takezo... I will come at you     with all that I have, and I hope you will respond in kind... This     match between you and I will be one to remember Takezo, for myself,     and I hope for you as well.  Until Wednesday night, Takezo... [The camera closes on the still somewhat obscured face of Luke Steele, without even the brief mention of the words "Baby Doll".  Fade out.]     Steele came to the ring wearing a t-shirt reading "GENESIS is nothing without Phil Collins!"  The match started slowly, Steele more preoccupied with Genesis who stood watching the match from a distance, and Enigma sizing up his opponent.   It was Musashi who made the first move, somersaulting onto the ring ropes and slingshotting onto onto a suprised Steele.  Steele tried to keep the pace deliberate, locking up, exchanging blows then breaking.  The Enigma's offense was the opposite, attempting one high risk maneuver after another.  It was Musashi who broke the gentleman's battle, after feigning a clean break in the corner, he promptly headscissored Steele over the ring ropes, following with a suicide dive.  Steele broke the count, and the Enigma followed him into the ring with a chair.   Steele ducked the first swing of the weapon, but caught a knee which rattled his jaw.  Steele eventually sagged under the numerous blows by the steel chair, and Musashi was unmindful of the bell signalling his disqualification.  The referee attempted to get the chair from the Enigma, but received an elbow to the midsection for his troubles. Finally, it was Nightwing who came into the ring, somewhat to the surprise of the observing Genesis, and dropped Musashi with a lariat to the back of the head. RESULT:  Luke Steele by disqualification > > POINT OF VIEW: LARRY MORTON < < LM: The Enigma has snapped.  We saw him lose control in his match with     Billy Shakespeare.  We've heard him rant on the Report.  Here he is     going unhinged on the War Room.  I imagine that Luke Steele may want     a payback some time.   Talking of payback, Nightwing apparantly had     some unfinished business from a few weeks back.  But saving Scott     Rogers' bacon?  I'm not sure what is going on here. > > POINT OF VIEW: BECKY LARUE < < BL: You never do, Larry.  I'll make it as simple as possible.  The Enigma has joined Genesis and his insanity is merely a ruse so that Nightwing can pick a fight with him so that he can pal around with Rogers who is his enemy but pretends to be his friend and the two of them can tag up against Genesis at a later date and then Genesis can punk Rogers in the ring.  LM: Isn't that a pretty complicated scheme just to triple-team Rogers? BL: It continues to amaze me how little you know about this sport. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ RETIREMENT MATCH: High Plains Drifters vs. Hangmen ------------------------------------------------------------------------     Neither team wrestled like it wanted to leave the federation.  The     Hangmen tried the same tactics that beat the Drifters last week, but     Pale Rider was ready for this and continually used his speed to slip     the double teams in bring in the bigger Easy Rider to face the massive Hangmen.  Unsurprisingly, the match quickly devolved into tests of strength:  suplexes, slams, and an attempted power bomb.  Easy Rider soon began to tire against the Hangman, and he dropped his guard for a spinebuster that almost got the three count before Pale Rider entered and made the save.  Less exhausted, though smaller than his opponents, Pale stepped up the match in intensity, running a program to knock the bigger men to the canvas:  Kicks, leg sweeps, and an aborted attempt at the "Dirty Harry" Deathlock.  The Hangmen got the advantage again using their similar appearrance to slide in and out of the ring without tagging, confusing both the referee and their opponents.  But is was this tactic which eventually cost them the match.  While Pale Rider wrestled the legal Hangman, Easy Rider applied "The Unforgiven" Piledriver on the concrete.  Pale threw his man out and Easy rolled in the crumpled lookalike.  Pale covered for the pin.  The Hangmen left the ring, and the federation, at a slow walk, the Drifters giving a nod of respect as they left. RESULT: High Plains Drifters by Pinfall > > POINT OF VIEW: LARRY MORTON < < LM: And so the Hangmen leave the IIWF.  I can't say that I'll miss their     brand of wrestling... but I will miss their competetiveness.  The tag ranks are getting smaller daily.  Ironically, this match gives the Drifters their coveted twentieth victory.  Not their first, but certainly their last over those two. > > POINT OF VIEW: BECKY LARUE < < BL: I'll miss the Hangmen. But I will always have the sneaking suspicion     they'll return in yet another incarnation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ FOUR CORNERS TAG TEAM MATCH: Violence Unlimited vs. W & W Express vs. Cold Spell vs. The Harlequins [winners get shot at World Tag Team Champs on June 14.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: It is night. Delapidated carnival rides creak as they slowly fall apart. Masses of rotted wood and rusty, twisted metal lie at the partially lit form of Tragedy, leader of the Harlequins.] HT: And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and     that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil     continually. And it repented the LORD that he had made man on     the earth, and it grieved him at his heart. And the LORD said, I     will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth;     both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the     air; for it repenteth me that I have made them. [Tragedy kicks over a broken wooden beam. There is a crunching sound as it falls onto the wet, leaf strewn ground.] HT: Genesis, chapter 6, lines 5 through 7. This is what the New       Generation is to bring upon us. Not a golden age, but utter       destruction. And that is where I am at my best. [He walks further down the debris ridden path. Stepping over large chunks of concrete with twisted masses of metal protruding from them. He stops at a fortune teller game. The glass window of it shattered with jagged glass hanging from the frame.] HT: My father once told me, before you can win the match in the ring,     you must first win the match inside the mind. And I have already      done that. Cold Spell, I've turned you into what you have become.       You now operate on my mindset. Everything that you do is because     we have pushed you to do it. And believe me, we knew of the       consequences long before this.     You have lost confidence in your abilities. You use your     associates as a crutch to lean on because you no longer can stand by     yourselves. It's only a matter of time, before you fall and     never rise again. [Tragedy strikes the game. It turns on and the fortune teller inside glows eerily in the night. It slowly moves the tarot cards in front of it.] HT: Gentlemen, the six of you are entering my world now. And in my       world, only my rules apply. The rules are very simple gentlemen. FT: [mechanically] I see... darkness in your... future. HT: Wednesday Night, six careers will end. Ten days later, my brother     and I will once again be champions. And there is nothing anyone can     do about it. [Tragedy turns away and knocks over the game. Causing it to crash loudly with glass and sparks flying everywhere. As the scene fades. The fortune teller speaks again.] FT: I... wouldn't... want... to be... you! [Fade to black] [SCENE: Locker rooms, Violence Unlimited are waiting for their match. Jaguar on the left, Mutilator the right.] M: Well, it's about time to destroy three other of the IIWF's best    teams. Must be sad, actually, for the best federation [cough/laugh]    in the world to have a pair of tough guy rookies run over their    "talent." J: What talent it's been.  They were just so amazing it's not funny. We    waltzed right over Pain, Inc.  The Hangmen were even easier.  And    correct me if I'm wrong, but Pain Incorporated were recently the tag    team champions of this fine [laugh] establishment. M: Well, now there's three more teams left en route to the Prophets. J: Cold Spell seem to think our attacks were unsuccessful.  Well, we're    gonna make time number 3 the charm.  You're... going... to die!  And    you WILL like it. M: What about the W & W Express?  Man, they looked SOOOOOOOOOO tough.    They really did, we swear to god.  And what about them?  Are they Ike    Sampson's buddies or something, the "New Jobber Justice Squad    Generation"? J: Harlequins.  Chaos.  Tragedy.  Those two names seem to fit perfectly    for what will occur tonight.  Chaos will break out, and a tragedy    will occur in the form of the Harlequins learning the meaning of    pain. M: Yes, it is just about time for the IIWF to learn the meaning... J: Of _pain_. M: Time to go kill someone.  It's gonna be a blast, come join us, Mister    Cameraman. [VU head out as their music starts, and the cameraman follows them to the entrance. Cut back to the set.] LM: With the teams as focussed as this, how could this be anything but a     great match? BL: Hey Larry, I've got a great match for you. My butt and your... wait, my rear end is still better looking than you are. LM: We've got more to hear from the competitors.  This is what the W & W     Express had to say. BL: Swell, Wayne and Garth:  The Wock & Woll Express. LM: They were crowned the "Kings of Hollywood" on Saturday. BL: And the Zodiacs had to be content as the "Queens of Venice Beach". [SCENE: the W & W Express in a hotel room.  On the television is a commercial for Wednesday War Room advertising the Four Corners Tag Match for a shot at the Tag team titles.  Doug Wayne then clicks off the TV..] WAYNE: Well, it's about time.  The suits have finally woken up and put        the W & W Express in the biggest tag team match of the year. WATSON: It's us, Harlequins, Cold Spell, and Violence Unlimited and only         one team is going to be left standing.  We've already had the         privilege of beating up the Harlequins and Cold Spell.  Violence         Unlimited seems only big and bad when they are running down the         isle attacking people from behind. WAYNE: We are walking out of there with a shot at the Prophets, the rest        of you may be... well, will not be walking out of the ring at        all. [turns and smiles at Watson] WATSON: You guys may be using other means of transportation to get back         to the locker room.  The suits better have the medical insurance         paid up because this is going to be a war. WAYNE: It seems that there is a lot of bad blood between the three clown        tag teams we have to face, with everyone running around in their        little groups.  Violence Unlimited doesn't like Cold Spell and        Cold Spell doesn't like Harlequins.  Genesis wants to attack        everyone.  The most dangerous team is the one everyone forgets        about.  You guys take your eyes off us and the next time you open        them you just might see the light. WATSON: Like I always say, it don't matter who it is -- they are all         just victims to us. [Wayne turns the TV back on and accidently flips to a UHF channel 113 that has another wrestling promotion on it.  The Express turn the TV off in disgust and the camera fades out.] LM: Let's take a look at how the match shaped up.     The Harlequins started off against Cold Spell, but it didn't take long for that to change.  As Fitzgerald and tragedy circled, sizing each other up, Violence Unlimited taunted Fitz, pleading for him to come a little nearer, then eventually spitting on him.  Alertly, Tragedy tagged in and immediatly joined him in the ring. Icehawk jumped to his partner's aid and immediately there was a brawl in the     ring.  The batle eventually went over the top rope and into the     stands.  Fans began to take sides, dumping beer and popcorn on the     wrestlers.  Not until after the ten count eliminating both teams did     security step in.   Despite having representatives from all four     states' Sheriffs' Departments on hand, the pairs were hard to break up. Only handcuffing Jaguar led to a form of peace.  In the ring, Tragedy matched up against Wayne.  Each team did their best to keep the other trapped in an unfriendly corner.  The Express relied upon their standard moves of suplexes and neckbreakers.  A DDT attempt on Chaos was quickly turned into a spinebuster and the Harlequins took the initiative.   Their tactics continued to baffle W & W, Chaos first using a power slam then switching to a combo of wristlock/armlock takeovers.  Watson, tagging in, found himself up against Tragedy, who took to the air for a suicide splash, followed by another method switch for a grounded abdominal stretch.  These offbeat switches eventually forced Watson to lose his composure and rush Chaos.  The missed, and the Express member clocked himself on the turnbuckle. Tragedy tagged in, off the ropes for a sunset flip which he turned into an inverted scorpion deathlock.  Wayne rushed the ring but Chaos intercepted to get the Harlequins the submission win. RESULT: Harlequins by submission.       > > POINT OF VIEW: LARRY MORTON < < LM: The Harlequins get their title shot, but I think the idea behind the     Four Corners match was to make them fight to earn it.  The bad blood     flowing between Cold Spell and Violence Unlimited will have to be     settled soon.  The 'Quins have the talent and ability to win the     belts. > > POINT OF VIEW: BECKY LARUE < < BL: Yeah, the Harlys get their shot, proving once again in the IIWF that     good whine equals good push.  Geez. LM: That's all for our show tonight.  This Saturday the IIWF comes at you late from Mexico.  BL: Ole! LM: That's the spirit, Becky. BL: That's GWEN. LM: Say goodnight, Gwen. BL: Goodnight, Gwen. [The camera retreats from the broadcast area showing the buses beginning to pull out.  Larry quickly moves the broadcast table out of the way, lying on the monument, his hands and feet each on a separate state.  He shouts for Becky to see his accomplishment.  Becky quickly walks away, retreating into the night. 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+