[The crowd begins to settle in - a buzz shooting through the amassed 18,500 at the Fleet Center which is singular to a live IIWF event. Steve Summer has just finished warming up the crowd, telling them that in just a few seconds, the pay-per-view cameras are about to go on and the world will be looking to see just how much the people of Boston love the _mighty_ IIWF!! From the crowd leaps a familiar figure -- it is deposed IIWF Vice-President Steve Owens -- who, to the surprise of the crowd, hits the ring and takes the mic.] SO: Helloooooo, Boston!  I am Steve Owens, acting President of the IIWF -- and on behalf of vacationing President Daniel... Spreadbury -- I would like to personally welcome each and every one of you to the crowning acheivement of my career -- Coronation... [The crowd does not let Owens finish, the roar shaking the rafters, surprising even the clearly delusional former IIWF executive as he waves the people to let him finish, a huge grin on his face... The roar increases, however, and Owens is able to, despite his preening, feel a meaty finger tapping him fervently on the shoulder... Owens turns around -- the roar intensifies -- And he stands face to face with: Steve "The Fury" Kowalski! Kowalski smiles broadly... and kicks Owens in the stomach, doubling him over... hooking the arms... and Skullpumping him sharply into the canvas! Enormous pop as Kowalski stands above the fallen Owens and takes the mic...] SK: Hey, Boston... Welcome to Coronation Kowalski! [The crowd roars as the Fury flips a middle finger at the prone Owens and the opening titles explode on the screen:] ##### ###### ### ########## ########## ########## #### ## ########## ########## ########## #### # #### ######## ##### ##### #### ## ##### #### #### #### #### ### #### #### #### #### ############# ######### #### #### ########### ######### #### #### #### #### #### ######### ######### ### #### #### ######### ######### ### ## #### ######## ######## ## # #### ## ###### ###### ###### ###### F ###### # # # # # # # # # # # ###### ######## ###### ######### O ######### # # # # # # # # # # # # # # ###### ###### R # # ###### ###### # # .----------------------------------------------------------------------. | LiVE + Fleet Center, Boston, Massachusetts + Saturday 12 July 1997 | `----------------------------------------------------------------------' [The opening graphics fade through to interior shots of the Fleet Center, the clamouring capacity crowd waving their home-made signs and pointing at their official character t-shirts as the kaleidoscopic coloured beams of the spotlights rigged above the ring play over the sea of faces in the stands. Pan down past row upon row of excited fans of all ages, finally coming to rest on the broadcast table in the ringside enclosure, at which stand the dinner suit-clad Tim Dross and "Soundbite" Steve Roberts.] TD: Welcome, everybody, to the Fleet Center for the beginning of what is sure to be an absolutely historic night here in the IIWF. I am Tim Dross, and beside me, as always, is my rather excitable tag team partner and broadcast colleague, "Soundbite" Steve Roberts. SR: What a way to kick off the evening, Dross! The Fury Skullpumps the IIWF executive who set him up for the fall at Birthday Bash. You gotta love the Fury, Dross. TD: We are now just thirty minutes away from the biggest, most explosive, most exciting four hour wrestling spectacular of all time -- Coronation Clash. We will see sixteen men battling it out to become IIWF Champion. We will see the World Tag Team Championships put on the line as the Prophets of Rage defend their belts against Cold Spell. We will see a tremendous double main event as Creed and Lord Byron battle not only for the Intercontinental Championship -- but for their very careers, in a Loser Leaves Town match! Throughout the evening, you can call the IIWF Hotline on 1-900-325-IIWF -- calls cost $12.95 per minute, folks, so don't forget to get permission from whoever pays the bill, and your bank manager, before dialling -- to hear from the winners and the losers of each match. Let's go backstage now to the lovely Becky LaRue, who is manning the Hotline. [Cut to a backstage room. Becky LaRue, with a scowl on her face, is standing beside a table with a couple of red dial phones, and a banner on the wall behind her.] BL: I can't believe is. The most beautiful, talented, witty announcer in the IIWF reduced to this. SR: [over the headset] Aw, I don't know, Becky, I'm not having such a bad time out here with Dross. But I appreciate the sympathy. BL: I wasn't talking about you, Steve. I can't believe that the suits stick me back here with a phone in my hand. SR: [over the headset] Surely it's not a new experience for you to have guys paying over the odds to call you up and hear you whisper oh so sweet nothings down the line? BL: [her scowl intensifying] Watch your step, Roberts. I'll be here talking to the winners and losers of every match -- although the two biggest losers of all will be seated out at ringside all night -- so please, please, go ahead, make my day and call this stupid hotline. TD: [over the headset] Yet again, Becky, your sales pitch is utterly convincing. BL: Shut it, Timmy. TD: [over the headset] Okay, well, have fun, Becky. Enjoy yourself this evening. [Becky simply tosses her hair indignantly and turns away from the camera. Cut back to ringside.] TD: So there you have it, folks. Dial 1-900-325-IIWF to listen to the lovely Becky LaRue. Calls cost $12.95 per minute. Right now, it's time for tonight's special Free For All match -- and what a match this is going to be. We've got tag triangle action coming up for you right now, featuring the brand new combination of Casey James and Tiger Claw, the Syndicate, going up against their former stable mates, the Dark Disciples and Pain Inc. There's no love lost whatsoever between these three teams -- let's go back to last Saturday Night and see how this whole situation exploded: [Cut to footage, captioned "IIWF Saturday Night: July 5." Casey James and Tiger Claw stand in the ring with Brian Lau, who is clutching a microphone. Tim Dross' voice is dubbed over the original soundtrack.] TD: It was supposed to be the match everybody was waiting for: Syndicate stablemates Casey James and Tiger Claw squaring off one on one in the first round of the Coronation Clash tournament. But manager Brian Lau dropped a bombshell on the IIWF: [The original soundtrack fades back in as Lau continues to speak:] BL: Furthermore, Casey James and Tiger Claw have both given up their singles contracts. [Chorus of boos] The Syndicate as a stable is no longer. I give to you a new tag team... The Syndicate! [James and Claw raise their arms to a mixed pop. Danny Dynamite comes down off the ropes and pats the two men on the back.] BL: Casey James and Tiger Claw will now be a tag team and be the only two men to represent any affiliation named the Syndicate. You'll notice that I didn't mention my name in there. Well, considering the bias towards me shown by the IIWF administration, I have made a decision. I choose not to continue to be the albatross around the necks of Casey and Claw... [The group in the ring snicker as if sharing an inside joke.] BL: Therefore, I step down as a manager. [Huge pop! Dross' voice fades back in over the footage:] TD: Brian Lau has since, of course, turned up as Larry Morton's new co-host on Friday's "Countdown to Saturday Night" show. However, the Syndicate's old stable-mates, the Dark Disciples and Pain Inc., didn't take too kindly to these latest developments, and came down to the ring to pay their old friends a visit... [Flash cut to footage a little later on. Kane of the Dark Disciples, holding a microphone, stands alongside his partner in the ring, facing the Syndicate:] KANE: So you want to play in the tag team ranks, Syndicate boys? You think you can just waltz into _OUR_ territory and become the rulers of _OUR_ kingdom? A couple of lackeys such as yourselves are only fit to serve on Brian Lau, and Brian Lau himself is only fit to wipe the blood from the floor of our torture chamber. [Big pop! Lau looks incensed, but stands his ground. Casey merely gives an arrogant smirk.] Perhaps I should set you straight on a few matters: this is the playground of the Dark Disciples! _WE_ are the kings of the tag team division! _YOU_ are invading our kingdom, and under our jurisdiction, the penalty is execution! [Huge pop as Kane busts Casey James about the head with the microphone, sending a loud thump across the PA system, and a huge brawl erupts inthe ring! Dross' voice is once again dubbed over the original soundtrack:] TD: And it wasn't long before Pain Inc. wanted in on the act. [Flash cut again; the Dark Disciples clear the ring of the Syndicate, but are stopped in their tracks by a voice booming over the PA:] VOICE: Hey, losers! [The Disciples immediately turn to face the entranceway -- at which stands Mr. Mic, flanked by the chainmail-clad members of Pain Inc., Morningstar and Hellraiser. Huge heel pop!] MR. MIC: Hey, Dork Disciples, listen up! So the ring is your playground, huh? The ring is your _kingdom_, is that right? Well, I've got news for you two chumps -- the rulers of the ring aren't you two circus freaks. No sir. [Wulf moves to leave the ring to attack Pain Inc., but is held back by Kane.] MM: The rulers of the ring, my fine self-mutilated friends, are the two men here standing beside me: the beasts from the Far East, Morningstar and Hellraiser! [Big heel pop!] They rule the ring with an iron fist... they rule the ring... with PAIN! [With that, the crowd explodes into a huge heel pop as Morningstar and Hellraiser charge down the aisle to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and immediately brawling with Kane and Wulf. Casey and Claw stagger back to their feet and join the melee, as the crowd yells encouragement and derision. Cut back to live action, with Dross and Roberts at ringside.] TD: So that's how this big match was set up last week. Steve, who do you see winning this one? SR: Do you really need to ask, Dross? It's the Syndicate all the way, baby dolls. ###### # ##### ---------------------------------------------------. ###### ###### # # Tag Team Triangle Match: | # # ######## ------------------------------------------------- | # ###### # # Dark Disciples vs. Pain Inc. vs. The Syndicate | # # # --------------------------------------------------' # # WRITER: MG [Sparkplug Lee stands in the centre of the ring, nervously holding the ring microphone. As he hears "More Human Than Human" begin to play he raises the microphone to his lips.] SL: Wrestling fans, this special Tag Team Triangle match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit! Led to the ring by their manager, Mr. Mic, and weighing in at a total combined weight of 586lbs, here is Morningstar... Hellraiser... the team of Pain Inc! [Fireworks explode as the sinisterly enrobed hulking forms of Morningstar and Hellraiser enter through the ring ropes, which are held open by Mr. Mic.] TD: Oh my word! Pain Inc are certainly making a spectacular appearance as we open up the biggest pay-per-view in the history of the IIWF, Steve Roberts! SR: Yeah, well hold on to yer cummerbund, Dross, 'cos the roof is really     about to blow off this place, baby! My favourites are about to     arrive! ["Roots" by Sepultura blasts over the Fleet Center's PA system, the eighteen thousand plus strong crowd rising out of their seats to roar their approval...] SL: Weighing in at a total combined weight of 560lbs, here is former IIWF World Champion Casey James, and former three time IIWF     Intercontinental Champion Tiger Claw, making their IIWF tag team     debut... they are... THE SYNDICATE! [Lightning arcs across the arena as Tiger Claw and Casey James make their way to ringside, grimly ignoring the fans as they stare straight ahead at the ring. The crowd execute a perfect "Mexican Wave" as the Syndicate near the ring. Even the black-clad "Genesis Generation" seem caught up in the fever as they roar their approval.] SR: Ya hear that, Dross?! That's over 18,000 Syndicate fans! I thought     I'd never see the day, but this audience actually has a brain cell or two! TD: Maybe, Steve Roberts, maybe. But perhaps, in this match, the     Syndicate are simply the lesser of three evils in the minds of this     great crowd! SR: Aw, you're so negative tonight, Dross. You just can't stand the fact     that maybe the Syndicate have a fan or two, especially at a big show     like this! Well, I'm telling ya, the crowd are behind Casey and Claw     one hundred percent tonight, baby! May my biscuits go soft if I'm telling you one word of a lie! TD: We shall see, Steve, we shall see. But now we are awaiting the     arrival of the final team in this historical triangle match. SL: And the final tag team in this triangle match... [The crowd pops nervously as the lights in the arena go out and a strange, sinister, menacing chant begins to emanate from the PA system] SL: [gulps] Weighing in at a total combined weight of 626lbs, and led to     the ring by Don McQueen, here are Kane... Wulf... The Dark Disciples! [A crimson red spotlight lances down as fireworks explode along the aisle, illuminating two huge forms dressed in black, hooded, robes. Two huge forms that suddenly burst into a sprint towards the ring! In the dim light the camera can barely make out that they are carrying...] TD: Look at the size of those things! The Dark Disciples are making a     beeline for the ring, and they're brandishing absolutely enormous     battleaxes, Steve Roberts! [The chanting is abruptly cut off as the Dark Disciples hurl themselves under the ring ropes and into the ring, swinging their battle axes wildly! The Syndicate and Pain Inc wisely make a break out of the ring, leaving the two hulking Dark Disciples alone in the ring, yelling unearthly battle cries as the crowd goes mad!] SR: Hey, Dross... is it me or does Kane look bigger? Looks like he's been getting plenty of protein lately... Have you seen Steve Summer     recently?! HA! TD: Yes, very funny, Steve Roberts. Now we have referee Dave D'Amato     approaching Don McQueen... we need to get some order here before the     match can get underway. [On the ring apron the referee argues with Don McQueen, both men gesticulating wildly for several moments. Don McQueen appears to be calling upon the disciples to give up the axes, but Wulf and Kane simply bellow louder and suddenly start to make a move towards Pain Inc and the Syndicate. Seeing this, D'Amato bravely interjects himself and begins counting rapidly, the Disciples looking unhappy. As D'Amato hits eight the disciples roar angrily and carelessly discard the axes, which fly out of the ring and embed themselves in the mats at ringside, narrowly avoiding the ashen-faced Sparkplug Lee.] SR: Oops! The IIWF almost lost their ring announcer there, Dross. Mind     you, that wouldn't have been too bad -- perhaps we could get a hot     chick as the next one... yeah, maybe a redhead in a tiny little     string bikini... I could show her how best to hold a microphone... TD: Steve Roberts! Keep your fantasies to yourself, please. It looks like the match is about to get underway. Besides, I wouldn't mention     redheads with Becky Larue in the IIWF if I were you... [All three teams now appear to be ready for action. Casey James and Tiger Claw appear to be playing rock-scissors-paper to determine who will start for them, but as they do so Kane and Morningstar lunge at each other, the bell going as they begin to grapple.] TD: And we're underway! Kane and Morningstar start things off, brawling     wildly in the centre of the ring... No, Kane is first to gain control as he gets Morningstar in a headlock... Now he's pummelling the top of Morningstar's head with some vicious blows! [Kane rapidly lands blow after blow upon Morningstar's head as the referee warns him about illegal fists. Kane pays no notice, the referee beginning to start a count, but that count becomes unnecessary as Morningstar reaches around to grab Kane and suplexes him to the mat. Big crowd pop as Kane hits the mat and Morningstar applies some boots to the midsection.] SR: Nice counter by Morningstar, and now Morningstar is getting in a     little payback with some big stomps, which are completely legal of     course! [Morningstar lays in some big stomps on Kane, and then suddenly breaks towards the Syndicate's corner, where he punches Casey James, almost sending James flying off the ring apron.] TD: Does that count as a tag, Steve Roberts? SR: Casey sure thinks it does -- lookit him go! [Casey James vaults over the ropes, looking kind of angry. He clotheslines Morningstar over the top rope, to a big crowd pop. Rebounding off one set of ropes then the other he drops a big knee onto Kane] TD: My goodness, that must have really hurt Kane. SR: Yeah, but the big Disciple takes it quietly, and then gets up, Dross. Now it's my man Casey against the Disciple, and it does not look good for Kane. [Kane and James lock up in the centre of the ring, with Kane coming out on top as he grabs James' arm and wrings it around, James grimacing more in irritation than pain as he backs Kane towards the ropes] TD: James makes the tag to Tiger Claw, but Kane hasn't seen anything.     James irishwhips Kane towards the ropes now and - Tiger Claw hits     Kane with a big enzuigiri to the back of the head on the rebound,     sending Kane to the mat! SR: Now that's teamwork, Dross! They may be a new team, but these guys     have been eating together, working together and living together for     ages now, and they each know how the other thinks. [Tiger Claw runs to the ropes, launching himself into midair on the way, landing on the ropes and launching himself backwards for a perfect moonsault onto Kane! Big crowd pop!] TD: What an amazing move! Tiger Claw hooks the leg and Dave D'Amato is     right there for the count. Amazingly, Kane kicks out with a good deal of authority at the two count, and he's now back on his feet! Kane looks furious, Steve Roberts! SR: That was a spectacular move from Claw, Dross, almost as good as an     asai moonsault, but it wasn't enough to get the job done against the     big man. It's still too early in the match for a move like that --     you've got to wear these big men down first. [Tiger Claw launches a kick to the head of Kane, but Kane moves his head back and is able to capture Tiger Claw's foot with his hands, moving forward to sweep Claw's leg out from under him! Claw is down on the mat as Kane falls backward to the mat, wrenching Tiger Claw's captured leg as he does so! Tiger Claw roars with pain as his leg is hyperextended.] TD: I guess Kane is looking to get rid of the high-flying in this match. SR: Aw no! Come on, Claw! TD: May I assume you're not at your most impartial during this match,     Steve? SR: Who, me? [Kane grabs hold of Tiger Claw, and starts pulling him toward the Disciples' corner. Tiger Claw tries to resist him, but it's a losing battle. Casey James sees this, and rushes the ring, delivering a big kick to the back of Kane's head which sees the big 280lb man release Claw. Suddenly Wulf rushes the ring, suicidally launching himself from the top turnbuckle onto Casey James! BIG pop as the 18,000+ fans in the arena go wild!] TD: It's chaos in the ring as Casey James, Wulf, Kane and Tiger Claw     brawl wildly in the centre of the ring! Referee Dave D'amato is     trying to regain some control, but these four men seem to loath each     other, Steve Roberts. SR: The Disciples are just mad 'cos Casey and Tiger Claw fired their ass, Dross. Nothing but disgruntled former employees, that's all! TD: It's interesting that Pain Inc don't appear to be getting involved,     Steve. I guess Mr. Mic has a plan. [Order is finally restored in the ring, as Dave D'Amato clears Casey James and Wulf from the ring. However, Tiger Claw is no longer in such a perilous position as he was and he quickly sprints over to the Pain Inc corner and tags in Hellraiser. Hellraiser looks angered, but strides out into the ring to meet Kane.] SR: Kane meets the approaching Hellraiser with a big boot, and then     levels him with a DDT. Gotta admit, he's got style. [Big crowd pop as Hellraiser hits the mat loudly. Kane hooks the leg but the referee count reaches two only as Hellraiser manages to get a shoulder up. Kane takes the opportunity to tag in Wulf, who smiles nastily, revealing his pointed teeth.] TD: And now we have the two powerhouses in there against each other, Wulf has a weight advantage of more than forty pounds, but the taller Hellraiser has a leverage advantage. SR: Yeah, so? I doubt Hellraiser can even spell "leverage." [Hellraiser shakily gets up, only to be levelled by a big running clothesline from Wulf. Hellraiser gets up again, only to be levelled once more by another running clothesline from Wulf, who has rebounded off the ropes. Hellraiser gets up one more time, but this time ducks under the attempted running clothesline. Wulf rebounds off the ropes, straight into a big boot from Hellraiser. Big pop!] TD: Wulf went to the well once too often there, Steve Roberts. SR: "Well"? What "well"? What the hell are you talking about, Dross? Wulf was just stupid. I see now why Casey and Claw fired these bums. [Hellraiser jumps up and splashes across Wulf, then begins choking him out with a blatant chokehold. The referee's count reaches four before Hellraiser breaks the hold, then immediately reapplies the choke. The referee starts the count, only to have Hellraiser break the count at four and begin to choke Wulf again. This time, before the referee can start a count, Wulf's head suddenly arcs upwards and headbutts Hellraiser square in the face.] SR: Hey! This is more like it! Hellraiser looks like he's got a busted     nose or something! Hellraiser's leaking the red stuff! [Hellraiser recoils, allowing Wulf to get up as Hellraiser checks his nose. Wulf breaks for the Syndicate corner and tags in Casey James! BIG pop! Hellraiser, meanwhile, seems satisfied his nose is OK, and he too breaks for the Syndicate corner, tagging in Tiger Claw! Big pop!] SR: Hey, wait a minute! This is against the rules or something! TD: No it isn't! Casey James versus Tiger Claw! [Casey James and Claw stand in the centre of the ring, eyeing each other. Then, seemingly as if from a pre-arranged signal, they lunge at each other. Casey James throws a punch, sending Tiger Claw flying half way across the ring.] TD: It didn't look like James hit Claw that hard... [Tiger Claw lands badly, clutching his leg and yelling in pain. Casey James rebounds off the ropes, launching himself into midair for a flying legdrop, which impacts on Tiger Claw, causing Claw to yell in pain.] TD: Oh, come on! That legdrop hardly touched him! James took the impact     of most of that. [James drapes himself across Claw, causing Referee D'Amato to make the count: 1 - 2 - ] SR: Tiger Claw kicks out! Look at the way Casey is sent hurtling off him! TD: What? That's impossible -- Tiger Claw barely got a shoulder up! What's going on here? Oh no! Figure four! [Casey James has Tiger Claw in a figure-four leglock, with Tiger Claw crying out in pain...] TD: What on earth?! [No! Suddenly, Tiger Claw starts... laughing! Casey James also has a dopy grin on his face as suddenly Tim Dross realizes...] TD: They're faking! SR: What?! No, Tim, see... professional wrestling is, well, it doesn't     matter what they say on the Tonight Show, professional wrestling is     real! Real I tell you! TD: What are you blathering about, Steve Roberts? Of course wrestling is     real, but Casey James and Tiger Claw aren't wrestling! They're     putting on a performance! That's fake wrestling. Look at that -- Tiger Claw escapes the hold by reaching over and "punching" Casey James! James goes flying -- breaking the hold -- but that punch didn't even connect! [Indeed, Casey James and Tiger Claw are openly laughing as they "punch" each other in a huge "brawl" in the centre of the ring. Both the Dark Disciples and Pain, Inc. look on somewhat bemused at the pantomime before them. Even the referee looks baffled. Suddenly, Casey James Irish whips Tiger Claw into the ropes, catching him on the rebound and catapulting Tiger Claw towards the corner of Pain, Inc. Tiger Claw flips over in mid-air to meet Morningstar feet first, sending Morningstar and Tiger Claw flying out to ringside.] SR: What spectacular strategy, Tim Dross! The Syndicate lulls both teams     with a phony wrestling act, and then knocks Morningstar right off     the ring aprons with an amazing, suicidal, move! No wonder I love     these guys! [Wulf rushes round the ring apron launching himself into the air to land upon Tiger Claw and Morningstar. Hellraiser drops a big elbow from the ring apron onto Wulf, only to have Kane sprint round and hurl himself into the melee, catching Hellraiser with a clothesline.] TD: Good grief, Steve Roberts! What devastation is occurring outside the     ring! It's like a pile-up on the freeway as we have Morningstar under Tiger Claw, Tiger Claw under Wulf, Wulf under Hellraiser and     Hellraiser under Kane! What a scene of carnage as these five men pile on top of each other and brawl! SR: Yeah, and the Syndicate come out on top because Casey James is the     only man in the ring, so these guys are going to get counted out! TD: You forget, Steve Roberts, the other legal man was Tiger Claw -- if he gets counted out both he and Casey James are eliminated! SR: What?! Claw, get yer butt back in there! [The referee is counting as all the men on the outside struggle to free themselves whilst handing out as much pain and suffering as possible. Soon the men are back on their feet, but still brawling wildly. The referee count hits nine and the crowd go wild with worry, but Tiger Claw realises the peril his team is in and slips back in in time for the ten count.] TD: Surely we're looking at a disqualification for both Pain Inc and the     Dark Disciples, Steve? SR: We are? Why? None of those guys are legal, and none are in the ring.     Come on referee, give 'em a little leeway! [Meanwhile, back in the ring the two legal men, Casey James and Tiger Claw, look on in amusement as referee Dave D'Amato applies a count to the four men on the outside. Mr Mic and McQueen realise the danger the two teams are in and quickly move to pull their respective teams back. Casey James and Tiger Claw look disappointed, but the crowd pops bigtime, realizing that the match will continue. As the Disciples and Pain Inc. climb back to the ring apron the Syndicate rushes over, Tiger Claw tagging Morningstar as Casey James tags Kane.] TD: And now it comes back to the Disciples and Pain Inc... SR: You mean Syndicate Wannabe Team #1 and Syndicate Wannabe Team #2,     Dross. TD: [drily] Thanks for the correction, Steve. SR: Any time, Timbo. [Kane and Morningstar lock up, Morningstar rattling the rafters of the arena as he drives Kane practically through the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! Big crowd pop - even Joe Petrow looks up from his meditation briefly as the Sychopaths roar their approval] TD: What a move from Morningstar, but Kane kicks out at two as referee     Dave D'Amato makes the count. [Kane is now up, ducking under a short clothesline to drive a big boot into Morningstar, doubling him over and setting him up for a perfectly executed piledriver! Big pop from the crowd! The referee starts to count, but Morningstar is saved as Hellraiser rushes the ring to deliver a big boot to the back of Kane's head. Kane rolls off Morningstar, clutching his head. Wulf rushes the ring, sending Hellraiser to the mat with a flying shoulderblock. Big pop as once again the ring is witness to a wild four man brawl. Casey James and Tiger Claw look on, their faces full of satisfaction.] TD: Well, we're really seeing Pain Inc and the Disciples tear into one     another, and my guess is if you're the Syndicate that's something     you'd want to see, right Steve? SR: Holy Hillary Clinton's, Dross! Some analysis that's right on the     money! From you? Is this the Free For All, or am I dreaming? [The brawl continues as the referee's count hits six, Morningstar hurling Wulf to the outside with a big spinning heel kick. As Wulf lands the ring curtains nearby seems to billow, as if something were moving under there...] TD: It's Hades! Hades suddenly emerging from under the ring to hit Wulf     across the back with a cane! You could hear that shot halfway across     the arena, as Hades literally breaks a cane across Wulf's back! Now     he hits the back of Wulf's knee with one half of the cane! Listen to     that crack! SR: Hey, that's pretty sneaky. Maybe I've been being too harsh this     evening. After all, everyone's got a little good in 'em... [Wulf clutches his knee on the outside as order is once more restored. Kane, seeing Wulf in trouble, exits the ring to see what is going on, and converses with Wulf. Hellraiser sprints across the ring and dives over the ringropes, however Wulf sees him coming and pulls Kane out of the way, Hellraiser landing straddled across a ringside barrier.] SR: [falsetto] Hey, could somebody tell my girlfriend I've gotta cancel     our date tonight? [As the referee starts a count, Kane dives under the ring. The sound of a brawl can be heard coming from _inside_ the ring as the referee count reaches seven, then Hades suddenly pops out from under the ring, Kane following him with the broken cane. Kane slides into the ring to break the count, then slides out again to start brawling with Hades. Morningstar and Hellraiser sprint over to join in the fight, with Wulf backing up Kane. The referee starts to count once again.] TD: Good grief, Steve Roberts, this match has been fought more on the     outside of the ring than the inside! SR: Yeah, ain't it great? [As the referee's count reaches nine Kane and Morningstar slide back into the ring, despite Wulf's attempt to stop Morningstar, and Hellraiser's attempt to stop Kane. The referee leans outside the ring to speak to Sparkplug Lee.] SR: Hey, was someone counted out? SL: [via microphone] Ladies and gentlemen, the referee, Dave D'Amato, has ordered that Mr. Mic and Hades be banned from ringside! SR: Say what? What for? TD: I would imagine that Dave D'Amato saw some of the heinous attack on     Wulf by Hades, Steve. [Hades and Mr Mic are standing on the ring apron, arguing with the referee loudly, as the Dark Disciples and the Syndicate look on. Morningstar and Hellraiser are also arguing, Hellraiser grabbing the referee and turning him to face him.] TD: Hellraiser had better be careful, touching a referee like that... SR: No, that's okay. TD: No. No, it isn't. SR: It isn't? Really? [The referee grows tired of this hassle, and once again reaches toward Sparkplug Lee.] SL: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Mic and Hades have a ten count to depart the ringside area, or Pain, Inc. will forfeit the match! [The referee starts to count, the crowd following him. Mr Mic and Hades look enraged, and they certainly don't appear to be going anywhere...] CROWD: Six... Seven... Eight... [Suddenly Mr Mic and Hades drop off the ring apron, and sprint away from the ringside area. Hellraiser and Morningstar look furious, and immediately make a break for the Dark Disciples. Kane and Wulf are momentarily caught unaware, as Morningstar delivers a spinning heel kick to Wulf and Hellraiser piledrives Kane. On the ring apron Casey James and Tiger Claw exaggeratedly mime sitting back and enjoying the view as Pain Inc and the Disciples rip into each other.] TD: Steve? That strategy about the Syndicate waiting for these two teams     to annihilate each other? I'd say it's working. SR: Well, duh. By the way, who's legal at the moment? TD: I don't know. I think it's still Kane and Morningstar, but I'm not     entirely sure anymore. [The referee once more struggles for control, finally getting Hellraiser and Wulf back to their respective corners. Kane and Morningstar are still brawling away, using fists, kicks and forearms to good effect. Though both men are rocked by the other's blow, both seem determined to give as good as they get. Finally, Morningstar catches Kane in a belly-to-belly suplex, but they are so close to the rope that both men tumble to the outside, with Morningstar landing on top of Kane. Wulf climbs the top rope, and launches himself off the top rope to the outside, delivering a huge flying headbutt to Morningstar! BIG crowd pop as they witness this suicidal move.] TD: What a devastating move from Wulf, Steve Roberts! SR: Yeah, it was pretty good. Not brilliant, but pretty good. I'll give     it an 8.2. [Wulf rolls Morningstar into the ring, just in time to be kicked in the face as Hellraiser executes a sliding baseball kick under the bottom rope. Wulf is sent flying into the steel ringside barrier. Kane slowly rises, just in time to be sent to the floor as Morningstar groggily slingshots himself over the top rope] TD: Once again we have chaos on the outside of the ring as the Disciples and Pain, Inc. brawl wildly at ringside. SR: Oh, I'm as happy as a little girl, Dross. You gotta respect the     carnage, the mayhem, the out and out maelstrom of violence... TD: Whatever you say, Steve. Meanwhile, Kane and Wulf seem to be at a disadvantage as Morningstar and Hellraiser batter them with a series of kicks and punches... low blow by Hellraiser! That was a cheap shot, Steve Roberts. [Wulf staggers up, headbutting Hellraiser, and causing Hellraiser to bleed even more. He rolls Hellraiser into the ring, following after him. Kane delivers a big low blow to Morningstar, then DDT's him to the floor as Morningstar doubles over in pain. Meanwhile, Wulf has taken Hellraiser over to the turnbuckle, climbing it...] TD: Wulf is setting up for the Deathmoon drop! If he hits this it's over     for Pain, Inc! That's it! Wulf chokeslams Hellraiser from the second     turnbuckle, and here comes Kane from the top! The Deathmoon drop! The Deathmoon drop! [Morningstar tries to enter the ring, but Wulf slingshots himself onto Morningstar as Kane, the legal man still, pins Hellraiser. Dave D'Amato counts: 1 - 2 - 3!] SL: Ladies and Gentlemen, Pain, Inc have been eliminated! The match is     now between the Dark Disciples and The Syndicate! [As Sparkplug Lee makes his announcement, Morningstar shrugs off Wulf as if he wasn't there and delivers a low blow! Big heel pop! Wulf is doubled over in pain as Morningstar enters the ring and delivers a big legdrop over Kane's neck, flattening him. Hellraiser slowly stands, blood gushing from his head, and grabs Kane in a bear hug as Morningstar rebounds off the ropes, clotheslining Kane as Morningstar slams him to the mat. Big heel pop as Kane rolls around, clutching the back of his head. Meanwhile, the two Pain, Incers simultaneously slingshot themselves onto Wulf on the outside!] TD: What carnage we are seeing here as Pain, Inc, already eliminated, do     their best to destroy the disciples, and look at that, Steve Roberts, as Tiger Claw and Casey James simply look on in ill-concealed delight! SR: Well, hey, Pain, Inc was cleanly eliminated, Dross. They're just sore losers, that's all. But what about the Syndicate? What brilliant strategy! They just sat back and let these two teams destroy each other! I don't care who wins between the Prophets of Rage and Cold Spell tonight, Dross, it's Casey James and Tiger Claw who are the true champions! TD: Oh my... No! Look at what Pain Inc are doing, Steve Roberts! [Outside the ring Hellraiser has set Wulf up in a position for a spike piledriver... on the steel ringsteps! Big heel pop as Kane comes flying off the top turnbuckle, driving Wulf headfirst into the steel! The heel pop is near continuous! Kane dizzily rushes towards Pain, Inc but is easy prey for a big clothesline from Morningstar!] TD: They're setting Kane up for a spike piledriver of his own! Wulf is     busted open, and in no position to help! This is bad, Steve Roberts,     this is really bad. SR: No, Dross. This is good, really good. For the Syndicate. Aw, hell!     Here come the Jobber Spoilsport Squad! Yes! They're too late! Kane     gets to meet the steps! [The JJS rush down to ringside. They're too late to stop Kane being piledrived into the ringsteps, but they rush forward anyway to stop further damage. However, Pain, Inc have already done enough damage, and they simply leave to huge crowd boos, their hands raised in victory. The blood pouring from Hellraiser gives his grin an even more hideous appearance.] TD: Well, Pain Inc may have lost, Steve Roberts, but I believe in their     minds they've accomplished what they set out to do. Look at the Dark     Disciples. SR: Yeah, they're a mess. But, y'know, Dross, I'd bet that Pain Inc would rather have done that to the Syndicate. Good job Casey and Claw outsmarted them. [Outside the ring both Kane and Wulf look to be near unconscious, and the ringsteps have busted both men open. Casey James and Tiger Claw look on in satisfaction and high-five each other as the referee begins a ten-count] SR: This is amazing, Dross. The Syndicate are going to win this,     practically without getting their hands dirty. [The crowd counts along with the referee as the count gets nearer and nearer...] CROWD: Seven... Eight... Nine... [Big crowd pop as Kane gets into the ring at the very last micro-second, shaking his head to clear it, and wiping the blood away from his eyes] SR: [disgusted] Aw, nuts. [brightens up] Ah, well, these guys should be     easy pickings for Claw and Casey! [In the ring, Casey James and Tiger Claw, grinning wildly, play paper-rock-scissors to see who gets to enter the ring. Tiger Claw gets scissors and Casey James gets rock, so Casey James confidently enters the ring.] SR: Easiest pin in IIWF history, Dross-meister! [Casey James leaps into the air to bring a big leg across Kane's throat, and goes for the pin. Big crowd pop as Kane kicks out immediately! Casey James looks on amazed as Kane gets to his knees, wildly shaking his hair and sending droplets of blood halfway across the ring, before lifting a hand up to the cut in his forehead and smearing blood down his chest] TD: That is gross. SR: I cannot believe Kane kicked out from that. This is so unfair, Dross. The Syndicate deserve this win. [James delivers a big kick to Kane's chest, doubling Kane over and giving James a perfect opportunity to send Kane flying with a big knee lift. Kane is sent flying towards the ropes, and over them as Tiger Claw grabs the ropes and pulls downward. Kane lands in a heap outside the mat, Tiger Claw flipping backwards off the ring apron to land atop Kane before delivering a series of punches. As James keeps the referee occupied Tiger Claw grabs a nearby camera cable and wraps it around Kane's neck, choking him out. Big heel pop from the crowd!] SR: Hey! Who let the morons back in here?! [Wulf staggers to his partner's defence, dropping a kick straight to the neck of Tiger Claw. Claw recoils, Wulf using the opportunity to dropkick Tiger Claw into the turnbuckle! Big pop!] SR: Who the hell's side are these morons on, Dross? TD: The crowd here simply appreciates good wrestling, Steve! SR: These morons here wouldn't know good wrestling if it bit 'em in the [BLEEP]ing ass, Dross! TD: Seven second delay man, kindly speak to the producer about a raise. [Wulf now wraps the same camera cable around Tiger Claw, choking him out as he applies the big boot to Claw's chest. Casey James sees what is going on and exits the ring, slingshotting over the top rope to land on Wulf. Big heel pop as the four men brawl on the outside!] TD: Well, at least the Syndicate cannot sit this one out, Steve! [Kane sneaks back into the ring as the referee approaches the eight count, but Casey James is too smart to fall for a count out and slides back in, breaking the count himself. He then slides right out again, to continue punching away at Wulf, who is still single-mindedly choking out Tiger Claw!] SR: Thank heavens! Here comes the referee! [Referee Dave D'Amato exits the ring, deciding to get in the face of the four men on the outside. Order is restored, Wulf forced to release Tiger Claw.] SR: Hey, these Disciples should be disqualified! TD: Steve, it was Tiger Claw who started this choking. If anyone is to be disqualified, it would have to be Tiger Claw. SR: Just shut up, Dross. When I want your opinion, I'll ask my "L'il Soundbiters" for it. TD: Well, excuse me. Meanwhile, Steve, back in the ring, Casey James has     tagged in Tiger Claw, and Wulf is in there for the Disciples. This     could prove to be a costly mistake for the Syndicate, as Wulf is     quite definately a powerhouse. SR: Yeah, but he's stupid. S-T-O-O-P-I-D. Tiger Claw will run rings     around him, Dross! [Wulf challenges Tiger Claw to a test of strength, which Tiger Claw wisely declines, with a gesture best left uncommented upon. Shrugging, Wulf lashes out with a big boot, which the far nimbler Tiger Claw sees coming a mile away. Claw steps into the kick, dodging it and catching Wulf with a russian leg sweep. The big man goes down, Tiger Claw quickly tagging in Casey James, who slingshots himself over the top rope, to bring his whole body crashing down on Wulf's leg. BIG pop as Wulf roars his pain, but throws Casey James off. Wulf stands, but appears to be limping slightly as he makes a grab for Casey James. Wulf misses, but James connects with a kick which sends Wulf recoiling into the Syndicate's corner where Tiger Claw is waiting. James rams a shoulder into Wulf's midsection as Tiger Claw keeps Wulf pinned. Another shoulder, and another, and another, another... The referee reaches the four count and Tiger Claw releases Wulf. James headbutts Wulf, and then a low blow!] TD: The Syndicate are certainly proving they're no stranger to low down,     dirty, rotten, cheating tag team maneuvers. SR: I'm going to tell them you said that, Dross. That's the nicest thing     you've ever said about them. I'm touched, buddy. I'm all choked up     here! TD: Good grief. [Kane rushes in to make the save, but is held back by the referee as James and Tiger Claw make an illegal tag, and start choking Wulf again. As Kane distracts the referee James and Tiger Claw send a befuddled Wulf crashing into the ring ropes, rebounding off to be on the receiving end of a huge double back bodydrop. Big crowd pop!] SR: The Syndicate are certainly dominating this match, aren't they, Dross? TD: Yes, Steve Roberts, they certainly are. But only after sitting back     and watching Pain Inc and the Disciples halfway annihilate each     other, and then utilising underhanded tactics. SR: And your point is? [Kane is now back in his corner, and only Tiger Claw and Wulf are in the ring together. Claw sends Wulf rebounding off the ropes, and then catches him with a flying spin heel kick, but the big Disciple refuses to go down. Big pop! Shaking his head, Wulf looks around for Tiger Claw, not seeing him leap onto the top rope behind him and come flying toward his back, a huge moonsault catching Wulf unaware and ramming him face first into the mat. Big pop!] TD: Tiger Claw is certainly showing an unexpected degree of aerial     expertise tonight, Steve Roberts! That top-rope moonsault caught Wulf unaware, and now Tiger Claw rolls him over for the pin - NO! Dave D'Amato signals a two count only as Wulf gets a shoulder up! SR: Dave D'Amato this, Dave D'Amato that - is he paying you to use his     name on TV or something, Dross? Wulf showing he's tough alright, but     then he did once belong to the Syndicate, so I'd expect nothing less. Claw and Casey are tougher, Dross -- trust me on this! [Wulf tries to make his way over to tag Kane, but the Syndicate have the ring cut in half as Tiger Claw holds onto Wulf's leg as he tags in Casey James. Casey drops an elbow onto the back of Wulf's neck and then lifts him up...] SR: Screwdriver brainbuster! Call it a night, fellas! This match is over! TD: No! Amazingly, Wulf has kicked out from that patented devastating     move! SR: Aw, I don't [BLEEP]ing believe this! TD: That seven-second delay man is definitely getting a payrise! [Wulf kicks out just as the referee is about to hit his hand on the mat for the third time, the big monster Disciple sending the 340lbs Casey James flying! BIG astonished crowd pop! Wulf starts to make his way toward his corner, but Tiger Claw launches himself from the top turnbuckle, landing in a devastating splash across the back of the Disciple! The crowd pop intensifies, some starting a "SYN-DIC-ATE! SYN-DIC-ATE!" chant whilst still others roar out 'WULF! WULF! WULF!'] TD: Listen to that capacity crowd go, Steve Roberts! Listen to over     eighteen thousand people cheering on their favourites in the magnificent Fleet Centre! SR: If it's so magnificent, how come it allows in all those morons who     are cheering on Wulf?! Tell me that, Dross, tell me that! [Tiger Claw leaps off Wulf, and rebounds towards the ropes, where Casey James awaits. Casey James backdrops Tiger Claw, who lands upon Wulf with a dull thud!] SR: Hey, how come D'Tomato or whatever his name is isn't putting on the     three count, Dross?! TD: Casey James is the legal man, Steve. SR: Oh, right. Sorry, forgot. [Kane suddenly enters the ring, all on fire, to level Casey James and Tiger Claw. The referee pushes him back to his corner, but this gives James and Claw yet another opportunity to work over Wulf. James sets Wulf up for a powerbomb...] SR: What an amazing move! Tiger Claw comes off the top rope with a     devastating leg drop just as Casey powerbombs Wulf! A spike     powerbomb! And even better, D'Tomato didn't see a thing! I'm telling     ya, Dross, with the level of co-ordination, the moves, the whole     she-bang, the Syndicate are the tops, baby! They're gonna win this     thing any minute now! TD: Well, the tag-team skills and co-ordination of the Syndicate are, for certain, very impressive, Steve, but don't count out the Disciples just yet! SR: Who? [Wulf writhes in pain as Casey James makes the pin, hooking the leg. D'Amato counts, but Wulf manages to weakly raise a shoulder at the two count.] TD: I'm amazed at the endurance of the Disciples, Steve. They were busted open pretty thoroughly on those ring steps, blood is still flowing, yet they're still in this match. SR: Not for much longer, Dross, not for much longer. [As Wulf lies more or less helpless, blood still weakly pumping, in the centre of the ring, Casey James rushes over to the ring post, and tags in Tiger Claw, who quickly climbs the turnbuckle and from there onto James' shoulders, James moving toward Wulf...] SR: Unbelievable! A rocket launcher! Tiger Claw launching into the air,     Casey James serving as a launching pad for an unbelievable splash!     Wulf's finished, Dross, finished! TD: It would appear so, what a valiant effort on the part of the     Disciples... wait... did I say "valiant"? The Disciples? Gag me with     a spoon... WAIT! Don McQueen has the referee tied up, and Kane is... SR: NO! Kane sends Casey James flying out of the ring with a massive     dropkick! Tiger Claw looks up, and is just in time to see a huge boot smashing into his face! This is a travesty, Dross! Where's     Poutrois whatsisname? TD: Fans, Casey James has been sent flying into a ringside barrier and     Kane has knocked out Tiger Claw with a huge boot to the face! Kane's     now rolling Wulf onto Tiger Claw and... SR: This is a travesty, Dross, a travesty! Fines should be imposed and... Agh! No! [Referee Dave D'Amato turns to see Wulf lying across an unconscious Tiger Claw. Dropping to the mat he counts, the crowd counting with him...] CROWD: One... Two... Three! [Huge pop as the referee signals for the bell. Ding! Ding! Ding!] SL: Here is your winner, the team of Wulf... Kane... THE DARK DISCIPLES! SR: This is disgusting! That referee needs glasses! Any idiot can see     what went on in that ring! Dross, the Syndicate have been robbed by     those no-good, backstabbing, sneaky, devious, [BLEEP]ing [BLEEP]ing     Dark Disciples! That referee should be suspended! TD: That seven-second delay man is getting a payrise or my name isn't Tim Dross! Fans, the Dark Disciples have beaten The Syndicate here at the Free For All, and as you can see Wulf and Kane are leaving the ring now, hopefully to get medical attention for those gashes... SR: Screw those gashes! When Casey James and Tiger Claw are through with     those cheating sons of bitches, they're gonna wish they were never     born! What a gip! That referee should be shot, Dross! Hung! Dipped in tar and feathers! What a complete injustice! [Casey James enters the ring to check on a still unconscious Tiger Claw, who stirs and groans as the shot moves back to the announce desk.] TD: Fans, the Syndicate have been handed their first loss on their first     appearance! SR: They were robbed, Dross, robbed! Casey James and Tiger Claw should     have won that match! TD: Well, Steve, for the sake of your blood pressure and the "bleep" finger of the seven second delay man, let's hope a few more results go the way you want them to. SR: Damned straight, Dross. Damned straight. TD: Folks, we're now just minutes away from the beginning of the biggest, most explosive pay-per-view event in the history of the IIWF, but before we kick off the big show, we're going to hear from the third-generation superstar, Ronnie Paris, who stands a chance of realising the biggest dreams in his life. SR: "What would those be, Dross?" asks the Soundbite, as if he cares. TD: Well, as we all know, next Thursday, Ronnie will wed his lovely fiancee, Maggie Collins, and he would like nothing more than to begin the biggest week of his life with the biggest win of his career -- taking home the IIWF World Heavyweight Championship. Paris upset Lord Byron in the opening round, thanks in no small part to Creed, and if he is able to defeat four men tonight, beginning with the Highwayman in the "Sweet Sixteen," he will achieve his goal. Let's go up to Larry Moron in th ring. [Queen's "We Are The Champions", a surprisingly good fit for today's event, booms loudly throughout the Fleet Center. The crowd delivers quite a respectable pop as Ronnie Paris and Maggie Collins emerge from behind the curtain, both grinning madly as they walk down the aisle in an almost prophetic fashion. Paris suddenly gets an idea, and before his fiancee can react she's scooped up into his arms and is being carried to the ring. Larry Morton, who somehow appeared in the ring as if by magic like all face interviewers do, smiles at the scene. Paris gently places his bride-to-be on the mat, and as she's wisely wearing jeans, she's able to roll in under the bottom rope. Paris follows close behind, and the two meet up again to take their positions beside Morton.] LM: Ladies and gentlemen, most of the time when I or one of my colleagues conducts an interview in this ring, we talk about the feuds, the stables, who's going to punk who and when. Tonight, however, at this time it is my pleasure to conduct a much happier interview, about what we all search: lasting love. Please welcome Ronnie Paris and Maggie Collins! [Huge pop from the Paris section of the crowd, where Ronnie's parents and siblings are seated.] TD: [over the headset] I mentioned earlier that Ronnie's family is in attendance here tonight, and you can bet that they're all very proud of this fine young athlete! SR: [over the headset] Oh, please, Dross. You're going to make me sick. LM: Tonight, Ronnie, you face a great challenge in trying to beat out fifteen other men to the ultimate prize; the IIWF World Title. However, looming even bigger on your mind, I'm sure, is your upcoming wedding, on Thursday if I'm not mistaken. I hope you don't mind me asking the obvious question, but: how does it feel? RP: Well, I'm not gonna lie to you, because that isn't my style. I've     been nervous, uncertain, elated, apathetic, and jumpy. I've been through the entire range of emotions, and that's just the past five minutes! But the one thing that _is_ constant is that I know, deep inside, that I would give up every single accomplishment in this ring, every high school medal, every accolade, just for one minute with Maggie. I love the IIWF, don't get me wrong, but that love doesn't come close, nowhere close to what I feel for you, Maggie. LM: Miss Collins, are you crying? MC: [sniffling a bit] Please, Larry, call me Mrs. Paris. [Big old      collective "Awwwwwwwww".] Now, I know you wrestling fans don't want us getting to sappy on you here... RP: They seem to like swearing, honey. MC: Okay, I can incorporate that. I'm marrying Ronnie because he has a     nice ass! [Morton just laughs, and gets a dreamy look in his eye, mouthing the word "Chuck". Neither of the lovebirds see this, or else they may have been ill. The females in the crowd give a respectable pop for Ronnie, not on a Quigley/Warnett level, but nice. He obliges by "shaking his booty", which starts Maggie laughing.] MC: He can't dance, though. Not a bit. RP: Seriously, though, you want me to talk about wrestling a bit? LM: What the heck, I'm sure it might help save the shred of dramatic     integrity this segment has left. RP: Alright, Highwayman. I'm not looking past you. Plain and simple. I'm not looking past you to the second round, I'm not looking past you to my wedding, I'm not looking past anything. I've been trained never to look past anything. My dad over there, Kevin Paris, a great wrestler, taught me that. [Paris points in the general direction of his family.] My brothers, Dan and Dave, a damn fine tag team if I ever did see one, taught me that among other things. And why did they take me under their wings? [Dave Paris stands up from his front row seat, flanked by brother Daniel and sister Belinda. He shouts out:] DP: Because you sucked, Ron! RP: Oh man, you are getting such a beating when we get home! No, they     took me under their wing because that's what's always been important to the Paris clan, taking care of family. And that's what's important to me. If I have to rip Highwayman in two to provide for Maggie, I will. If her aunt needs an operation, I'll work double duty on every house show. MC: I'll tell you something too, Mr. Morton. I've seen a lot of wrestlers around here who can't figure out what direction they want to take, they can't pick priorities. I say, look at Ronnie. He's got a lot figured out in my books. LM: We really do have a lot of action to cover tonight, so as much as I     hate cutting you fine folks off, I'll have to ask for some brief closing comments. RP: Well, Lar, everyone knows how I feel about Genesis, everyone knows     how I feel about my wife, but not everyone knows this. No matter if I win this match, or whoever wins the title tonight, Ronnie Paris will survive. My ego can take the hit, because I all want to do is     compete with the best. If I have to take my lumps to do it, fine. If  I have to lose some of my matches, a lot of my matches, hell, all of my matches, I want to be in with the best. MC: And another thing... Steve Roberts can and will make jokes about me     every week, and I'm okay with the fact that I'm not the flashiest     wrestler's wife around, or the prettiest, or the richest. But I am the luckiest. [With that, "We are The Champions" kicks in yet again, and the two lovebirds leave the ring to loud applause. Instead of heading back up the aisle, they first walk over to where the Paris clan is seated, pretty nice aisleside seats, actually, and briefly chat before heading up the aisle.] SR: Puke, Soundbite! Puke! TD: Please, Steve. Incredible action in prospect here tonight, not least that "Sweet Sixteen" match between Highwayman and Ronnie Paris, one half of the "first couple" of the IIWF. I wish Ronnie every luck in the world as he... oh my! [Suddenly, the crowd erupts with a huge heel pop as Paris is waylaid in the aisle by a masked wrestler! The well-built assailant, wearing a red Mexican-style mask which covers his entire head, leaps out from the entranceway and charges Paris, knocking him to the floor, his head bouncing hard off the concrete. Collins screams and leaps on the attacker, but finds herself easily thrown to the floor.] TD: What the hell is going on here?! SR: I love it! Somebody else clearly wasn't impressed by the most sickly couple in all of wrestling, Dross! Ha! TD: This is dreadful -- Paris is laid out in the aisle! Collins is shaken, but she looks to be okay -- we need to get some help out here! [The attacker picks the dazed Paris to his feet and hoists him up high in the air in a press slam -- before dropping him throat-first over the steel crowd barriers! Huge heel pop! The masked man again lifts Paris to his feet... and piledrives him hard on the concrete floor! A referee runs out from the back, and is greeted by a hard right hand from the masked man, knocking him down.] TD: Oh, this is bad, Steve Roberts. Hang on -- here come Dave and Daniel Paris! [Huge pop from the crowd as the two Paris brothers leap over the crowd barrier at ringside and sprint up the aisle. The masked wrestler, meanwhile, hits Ronnie with a devastating DDT, driving his head into the concrete floor! Maggie sits slumped against the crowd barriers, sobbing, as Dave and Daniel charge towards the masked wrestler, who takes off into the crowd.] TD: Thank goodness -- whoever it was who just attacked Paris has been chased off by the Paris brothers... but it looks like the damage is already done. [A security team rush out into the aisle to tend to Paris, who is being helped to his feet by his brothers. He is barely conscious, and certainly unable to walk under his own power. Maggie stands and rushes to her fiance's side, stroking his bruised face and speaking desperately to him.] TD: This is heartbreaking, Steve Roberts. A young couple's happiness broken, and surely Paris's chances of competing in his match against the Highwayman are next to nil. SR: I love it, Dross! I love it! [Daniel and Dave Paris are ushered back to their ringside seats as Ronnie is helped back to the locker room, Maggie Collins at his side. Cut back to the broadcast table at ringside. Roberts has a huge smile on his face, while Dross watches his monitor with a concerned look on his face.] TD: Well, Steve Roberts, what a dreadful turn of events here. Folks, I'll try and bring you an update on the condition of Ronnie Paris a little later on tonight... but for now, we've reached the end of this Free For All. We're now just moments away from the beginning of the most exciting, most explosive four hours of wrestling action you'll ever see. We will see a new IIWF World Heavyweight Champion crowned as the Coronation Clash tournament reaches its conclusion. We will see a huge four way falls count anywhere match between Chris Quigley, Marty Warnett, Billy Shakespeare and Simon Lebec. We will see one of the most eagerly-awaited rematches in IIWF history, as Creed and Lord Byron lock up for the third -- and final -- time in a Loser Leaves Town match. All that, and much more coming your way over the next four hours. This is your last chance to order, folks, so call your local cable operator right now in order not to miss out on this incredible event. [Cut to the ring. Sparkplug Lee stands with microphone in hand, and begins a one minute countdown over the PA system. The crowd chants along excitedly as spotlights swirl all over the arena. The countdown approaches the ten second mark. 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