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He's drenched in sweat after his altercation with Casey James just moments earlier...] BT: Hey... hey, James?!     Seven days... "champ"!     Ya got yerself jus' seven days ta figger out jus' how yer gonna get yer tail outta this one. "No-DQ"? Fine by me. I know what yer thinkin'. No DQ lets yer pack o' dogs get a few shots in without costin' ya yer belt. I know that goin' in. But what it also does is let me do ta _you_, what most folks get jailtime fer. An' yer right 'bout me havin' no friends. Well, son... I may _not_ have any friends here in the IIWF, but one thing that _you've_ got alot o' here... [Thunder smiles.]     ...is enemies.     There ain't alot o' folks who'd wanna stand behind me but I'm bettin' I can find more'n a few folks who'd like nuthin' better than ta have a chance at kickin' some stinkin' Syndicate hide.     An' it's them folks that I'm interested in... startin' with that greenhorn whelp... Derek Mota.     Kid...     ...if ya really want a piece o'the Syndicate, then bring yer rookie hide down ta that ring next week. I'll do that much fer ya, but after that yer on yer own.     That's one, James. The rest will follow. Mark my words, amigo. [Thunder appears to become suddenly calm. A devilish grin appears on his face.]     Seven days 'til I not only end yer title reign... but end yer career in the process, James. It's jus' that simple. I'm takin' you out, an' I got me jus' the thing ta do it. [Thunder slaps his black elbowpad in mock clothesline fashion and smiles.]     An' lemme tell ya one more thing... "champ". The only thing that daughter o'mine is gonna be doin' come Saturday night... [Thunder points an accusing finger towards the camera.]     ...is watchin' her daddy kick the _bejesus_ outta yer ass! [Thunder kicks a chair over as he leaves the interview area. Fade to black.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Derek Mota ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to the IIWF Interview area, where Derek Mota stumbles onto the set. As he walks on, he is holding his head, but tries to act normally once he realizes the camera is on him.] DM: Hey Casey, I know what you're gonna say.  You gave me the win tonight. Well, buddy, you didn't give me anything!  You're just covering up the fact that the whole Syndicate took me on, and you STILL couldn't finish me!  What kinda chance do YOU have against Brody Thunder next week? Next week, I'm gonna be gettin' REAL busy!  I got that piece o' trash Tiger Claw to be takin' care of, he asked for it real bad tonight, and then throw my name in, Brody... You want some lumberjacks?  You got one.  Hey, Syndicate ... I don't forget easy. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: IIWF interview Area, where Chris Quigley stands, wearing faded blue jeans and a #19 Detroit Red Wings hockey jersey, like the one worn by Steve Yzerman.] CQ: You know, I watched a friend of mine, Steve Yzerman finally accomplish something he's been wanting to accomplish for 14 years this past weekend. He led his Detroit Red Wings to the Stanley Cup.  All the hard work, all the grit, all the determination finally paid off.  I'd like to think I learned a thing or two from that.  Night after night, I go out, and I do everything in my power to succeed, to _win_!  But it seems like I'm getting sidetracked a lot as well.  If this were a perfect world, at Cornation Clash, I'd be in the tournament, and I'd get the chance to win three matches, and become the #1 contender once again, but it seems like it's pointless to pursue any titles until this thing with Lebec, Shakespeare, and especially Warnett is settled.  Lebec, I don't like you, plain and simple.  You've gotten a cheap victory over me, and I _will_ avenge it.  Billy Shakespeare?  Not many wrestlers get my respect, but you've gotten it.  We've had two encounters, and you have _more_ than held your own.  And Marty Warnett.  Marty Warnett... all of a sudden I'm supposed to feel _threatened_, Marty? Because you give an icy stare into the camera and say you're coming for me? _Bring it on_!  Every time you've gotten near me in the ring, I've proved I'm better than you.  I threw you out of a battle royal.  I had you in the Quickstriker until I was sidetracked by Deathbringer in our first match, and after the bell I flattened you with a superkick!  In our second match, I pinned you with _Dan Kauffman's_ finishing move, for Christ's sakes.  If you want me to _hurt_ you one more time, that's fine by me, but I think you've let that loud music blast out your brain cells. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Showstopper" Simon Lebec ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Camera opens with "The Showstopper" Simon Lebec, on the phone talking.] SL: Hey chico... what's on the go?... right... uh huh... So anyway, do you have the card line-up for this Saturday? ... Yes, of course I want to know who I'm wrestling! Tell me! ... Now! [Lebec drops the phone and almost chokes on his ale.  He picks up the phone again] What?  YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!  They're teaming me up with Chris Quigley? ... Seriously? ... You're shitting me? ... Are they mental or something? ... Who in the hell books these damn things? Helen Keller? Okay... okay... call my people.  See if we can get out of it... Why not?... Okay, call their people.... Okay, okay... I'll be there.  I better get a bonus for this! [Lebec hangs up.  Camera fades] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mad Dog Watkins ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE:  The Monday Musings set as we all know and love.  The figure of Mad Dog Watkins walks into the shot, dressed as he was earlier in the night in his faded old jeans and his "Old School" t-shirt.  Just like last week, Watkins gets down to business immeadiately as he doesn't really have much to say.] MDW: So, Saturday night has come and gone and with it goes the      Intercontinental shot that everyone said I had coming to me.  If I      had a dollar for everyone who second guessed my actions, I'd be in      Byron's tax bracket.      "Why'd you do it?"...."Are you crazy, old man?"...."What got into      Mad Dog?"....It's easy to second guess....it's harder to get things      right on the first attempt.  Trust me when I tell you I got it      right.  I think Ike would agree if you asked him - just too bad hat      he didn't take it home tonight.      And Byron... don't think that just because we didn't meet face to      face don't mean that I ain't itchin to take a piece of yo' hide.      But I ain't feeling as desperate as everyone else to do so.  My name in this business was made a LONG time ago.  I ain't gotta beat you to put it on the map.  I'll just beat you for the hell of it.  [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Creed ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The red-gloved rookie Creed stands in the IIWF interview area moments after aiding young Ike Samspon to the dressing room following his defeat at the hands of Lord Byron.] CREED: Well... you jus' have a way of makin' friends wherever you go, don't you, Byron? You and the Scotsman got business... you and Ike... now you and Petrow are ready to dance. Lot of directions your eyes gotta look, Byron.  Lot of men tuggin' at your cape, tryin' to get a piece.  Gotta be hard for you to keep it all sorted out... to try to figure out who the guy is to focus on. Give you a hint.  It's me. You do what you gotta do, Byron.  You win your matches and you polish your belt.  But it's still comin', Byron.  There still payback to be comin' and if you think you can fight every other man in the world -- and I gonna get tired and go play with somebody else... Then you ain't been payin' attention to the right people. You ain't been payin' attention to Creed. Gonna get you, Champ.  Gonna take what you got. Payback, baby.  Count on it. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lord Byron ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The scene opens backstage in one of the IIWF Interview areas, where Lord Byron is standing alongside the Lady DeWinter, the IC Title draped across his shoulder.] DeW: Another challenge has been bested by my greatest technical wrestler in the world, and just as quickly as Sampson's hopes were shattered, another two step up to take his place. LB: Indeed.  What is it with my countrymen, Milady?  Why do they all have some strange desire to be humbled by me?  First Warnett, and now Macbeth... is this a conspiracy of those lesser nations?  But more importantly, do I really care? Duncan Macbeth, you seem to have some jumped-up little notion that you actually pose a threat to me. [Byron shrugs] You want to know why I haven't responded to you, Macbeth?  I simply haven't noticed you.  If you want to get my attention, Macbeth, if you think you can present me a fair challenge, you should take note of a certain Mr. Petrow. [DeWinter wraps her arms around Byron's waist, and he shifts the IC title slightly, breaking out into his customary sneer...] LB: "Sychosys" Joe Petrow.  The man on a mission.  You know, Petrow, you can continue with the insults if you really must, but I will only take exception to one of them.  Second-rate title holder? [Byron shakes his head with a sneer] My friend, I am _the_ title holder in the IIWF.  Look at me, Petrow.  I have made this title the hottest property in the federation.  Everyone wants a piece of it, and me.  MacBeth.  Sampson.  Creed.  Even you.  My shot at the World Title will come at Coronation Clash, in that thirty-two man elimination tournament which, judging at my current position and record, I must be considered a hot favourite to win. And I thouroughly intend to keep this title until such a time. [Byron sneers] Chase the kiwi all you want, Petrow, and enjoy your little playthings -- but if you want a shot at _this_ title on Saturday night, if you want to prove that there's more to you than cheap gimmicks and insanity, then you have it.  I'm hardly afraid of you, Petrow, in fact, I'm looking forward to this match a great deal. DeW: You see, Mr. Petrow, you have given my lord yet another chance to prove exactly why he is the finest wrestler in the IIWF. LB: A chance, Petrow, that I simply do not intend to pass up.  Ciao.  Oh, and Macbeth?  Watch carefully.  You may learn something. [Byron snorts in derision, shoulders the title and he and DeWinter leave the set. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Enigma" Takezo Musashi ------------------------------------------------------------------------ TM: The IIWF is a state of anarchy. The codes of honour have been    discarded; nobody exists to uphold the rules, and there are none who see fit to enforce them. The officials turn a blind eye to the violence that thrives at every card; they know that the fans only buy tickets when the blood flows and mayhem runs rampant. The wrestlers no longer have any desire to fight lawlessness, and why should they? The fans would jeer them and call them weak. The title shots go to those who are ruthless enough to wreak the most havoc. So it was during my match with Tony Starks. We were battling as two great warriors, testing our martial skills to the limit, striving for honour in victory; how can a worm such as Mr. Damage be allowed to disrupt such a spirited contest? Why was he permitted to come down to the ring? Why was he not punished for his misdeeds? Because the IIWF is corrupt and depraved, that is why! Because the whole world has become a cesspit of the angry, the disenfranchised and the violent, that is why! The IIWF is merely a reflection of the world unhinged -- I am a reflection of the world unhinged! All of the bitterness and despite in the world now flows through me! It burns me, it threatens to rend me to pieces! But perhaps I will channel my anger, perhaps I will rend my opponents to pieces instead! Mr. Damage, rest assured that my vengeance will come to you in time. Maybe not this week, maybe not for many weeks; but I will drive the thought of your destruction so deep into my mind that by the time we meet, my anger will have become a blade honed by the furnace a revenge, an arc of slashing steel, the instrument of your downfall! And Tony Starks... you were just another victim in the struggle for survival -- it is the law of the jungle. I am not sorry for what happened to you, maybe the old "Enigma" would have been, but not I! Instead you must take solace in your feelings of outrage and injustice. Embrace those feelings! Inflict the pain of their lash on others! The IIWF stands on the brink of chaos, let us all now give it a shove over the edge! [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tony Starks ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Scene: IIWF interview area, Starks stands holding his his white towel on his head. He looks bothered by the shot that Damage gave him, he speaks with much calm:] TS: Takezo, I applaud you on your match, it was good to have that in-     your-face streetfighting style in the ring against me. Don't     worry though, you and me are gonna cross paths again sometime     and Mr. Damage won't be there...     As for Mr. Damage, I have no time for you. Like my brother said,     that vendetta nonsense don't got no room in my game. I got my     eyes set on the Centre and the PPV, and winning the whole thing     so I can get my shot.     Ayo, this is to the whole IIWF: ya'll had better get your third     eyes open cuz I am comin'. All ya'll who sleepin' on me, ya'll     had better wake up. Aint nothin' gonna stop me from gettin'     mine... nothin'. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Scott Rogers ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Scott Rogers stands before an IIWF backdrop wearing an 'IIWF Crew' tee-shirt and a gold chain around his neck. His face is slightly stubbled. He stares into the camera with a cold yet thoughtful expression on his face. He pauses after every sentence and his voice is particularly deep.] SR: Ronnie. Luke. I was at fault... I'm sorry. I shoulda been there for ya. Ronnie, I guess it'll take time for ya to trust me again but trust me ya will. I'll prove myself. Luke, I know you want to believe me, and I appreciate it. I took a place in the front row just for you -- to help ya out if ya needed it. Big mistake I guess! That chick said she'd been keepin' the seat warm for me and...and...as she'd paid to sit there she wanted to sit on me lap. "Sure! No problem," I thought. How wrong could I a' been? She was all over me. A real blob a' human super glue if ever I saw one! In the comin' weeks we'll fight Genesis together, and we'll win... together. [Rogers smirks then speaks again, more relaxed.] Oh yeah, and if ya got a problem with it... ah, forget it. [Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ronnie Paris ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Ronnie Paris is standing in front of an IIWF backdrop, waiting to film a Monday Musing. He holds one hand on the back of his head, and grimaces in pain. Before he gets his cue, Maggie Collins walks into the shot, with a look of concern on her face.] MC: They told me you were hurt and... [Paris' mood becomes noticeably lighter when he sees his fiancee, and he takes his hand of his head to place it on her shoulder reassuringly.] RP: I've taken much worse shots, and most of them from your brother. MC: [smiling] He is a little protective, isn't he? RP: My head hurts a bit, but what really hurts is not knowing who I can trust... if you'd told me two months ago the only man here I could count on would be Luke Steele... well, I'd have thought you were crazy. Nightwing, who I thought was an honourable man, needed his goons around to beat me, and if he's half the man I thought he was he knows it. Scott Rogers, who I admit is a little bit... shall we say malleable? Well, he was too busy indulging his hormones to help out a friend in need. He's tried to apologize but... I just don't know about him. I don't know about anybody anymore. I need people I can trust, and the only one I find is my former worst enemy... unbe-freakin'-lievable. I need to make sure about some people... MC: I guess that means we have work to do. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Requiem ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF interview area, shortly after IIWF Saturday Night. The bright lights flicker and briefly die as Requiem enters and glares at the camera.] REQUIEM: Serge Annis, tonight you learnt why I am known as the Angel Of Destruction. Sadly, I did not get a chance to demonstrate why I am also known as the Herald Of Damnation. Lao-Tzu said it best over 2,000 years ago when he said, "A victory should be celebrated with the funeral rite." Deathbringer, tonight you cost me my celebration. For that, and for your interference in the affairs of Genesis, you must pay.                 "What is it inside this Requiem? What could it be that inflicts so much punishment on another man?" Tim Dross asked. Vengeance, Tim Dross, vengeance against the man who took my prize guitar from me. Serge Annis has paid -- and will continue to pay.         But now we must speak of the Syndicate. We met eye to eye tonight, for the first time. At long last, we faced the enemy and were able to judge.         It is said that a man can be distinguished by the quality of his enemies. If that is so, then Genesis are truly blessed. Casey James, you have the championship gold around your waist, and so it is met that sooner or later Genesis and the Syndicate will meet in battle. We will not underestimate you.         Do not underestimate us. [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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+