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I am your host, Tim Dross and along side me is my tag team colleague and new co-host for "Inside the IIWF", Steve "Soundbite" Roberts. SR: Ralph Tresvant, corninthian, Jimmie Foxx and indigo, baby dolls. It is all about me. TD: Well, it certainly was all about Requiem and Genesis just over one week ago at that historic Coronation Clash at the Fleet Center.  What a pay-per-view that was, we certainly hope all of you were able to join us, friends.  Over the next thirty minutes we are going to take a look at where the IIWF sits now, breaking down what is a rapidly evolving roster and now super heated chases for all four championship belts.  Plus, our young friend Steve Summer is live at the Arm Bar, a local watering hole and we hope to check in on him later on in the broadcast to see what some of the greatest fans in the world, the fans of the IIWF, have to say about all the happenings in the world of professional wrestling. SR: Always nice to be back in this cowtown we call Portland, Dross -- where the sidewalks roll up every night at nine o' clock whether they're occupied or not.  When is the IIWF gonna wise up and move its first class operation out of this postage due city? TD: Steve Roberts, we certainly did enjoy meeting all the great fans in the United States and Mexico on our Coronation Clash Crusade Tour -- we certainly had our share of memorable moments on this very program, but it's always good to get back to Portland, to get back to the IIWF Coliseum. SR: Rat trap.  Sewer hole, vermin infested, fire hazard. TD: Good to see you're back in good humor, Steve Roberts. SR: Ah, Dross -- you ain't seen nothing yet, I got a memo from the top brass -- have you seen this memo, Dross? TD: I have, in fact seen the memorandum from IIWF Administration, yes. SR: Yeah, this is beautiful -- what I hear is that I went a little soft in the last few weeks -- that the road trip made me take it too easy on some of the women who call themselves wrestlers here in the IIWF -- I hear that people tune into this show to see the Soundbite shoot, that otherwise it's just half an hour watching Dross try to pick the onion ring crumbs from his tie.  So, fine -- just fine -- the suits want Steve Roberts?  Well I think I can accomodate them, Dross.  I think maybe by the end of this show there won't be many people who can say that the Soundbite doesn't tell it like it is six days a week and twice on Sunday. TD: Well, I'm not sure what that means, Steve Roberts, but we all look forward to whatever it is you have to say. Okay, folks.  We are going to break down all four of the belt races in the IIWF -- but before we do that, here's one last look at all the happenings from the Fleet Center -- one last look at Coronation Clash! ======================================================================== ***************** REWIND: IIWF Coronation Clash 1997 ***************** ======================================================================== ["Lightning Crashes" by Live plays over highlights of all nineteen matches at Coronation Clash -- from the Dark Disciples' victory in the Free For All... to Icehawk's shooting star press in Cold Spell's victory over the Prophets of Rage... to Chris Quigley's pinning of Billy Shakespeare... to Steve Kowalski's somersault legdrop though Team Sychosys and the Spanish announce table... to Creed's powering out of a Lord Byron ringpost figure four... to Requiem and Genesis, standing in the ring celebrating their capture of the IIWF Heavyweight Championship.] Dark Disciples def. The Syndicate & Pain Inc. Mad Dog Watkins def. "Enigma" Takezo Musashi Steve Kowalski def. Ike Sampson Joe Petrow def. Derek Mota Otto Verhoeven draw Duncan Macbeth Brody Thunder def. Serge Annis Tony Starks def. Deathbringer Ronnie Paris def. Highwayman Requiem def. Luke Steele Last Resort def. Hollywood Bloods IIWF Tag Team Championship: Cold Spell def. Prophets of Rage Steve Kowalski def. Mad Dog Watkins Brody Thunder def. Tony Starks Requiem def. Ronnie Paris Chris Quigley def. Billy Shakespeare/Marty Warnett/Simon Lebec Steve Kowalski def. Joe Petrow Requiem def. Brody Thunder IIWF Intercontinental Championship: Creed def. Lord Byron IIWF World Heavyweight Championship: Requiem def. Steve Kowalski TD: Well, what a marvelous event Coronation Clash was, Steve Roberts, it certainly takes its place as one of the great happenings in the history of this sport -- and the headline blaring loud and clear is that Genesis has stepped up as the force to be reckoned with in the IIWF. SR: Who? TD: Oh, Steve Roberts -- you saw just as clearly as everyone else that it was Requiem, in a turn of events that surprised even long time IIWF observers, who outlasted 31 other superstars to win the IIWF Heavyweight Championship. SR: Hey, Dross -- are we talking about the IIWF? TD: Not only did Requiem win -- but Cold Spell joined their Genesis b brethren in capturing gold, defeating the Prophets of Rage and becoming IIWF Champions. In fact, the bulk of the evening served as a real consolidation of power for the group called Genesis, with both Serge Annis and Scott Rogers turning on their friends and joining this increasingly powerful organization.  At the end of the evening, while more established superstars were left on the outside looking in -- it was Genesis who stood alone in the ring, Kings of the IIWF.  A remarkable acheivement. SR: Dross, you're startin' to piss me off buddy, I mean, I give up my Tuesday evening to come here and share my vast knowledge about the sport of professional wrestling with you and all the losers out there in TV land -- and you talk about knitting or curling or erotic pastry or whatever it is you're talking about over there. I want to talk about the IIWF, Dross.  You know, Rising Sun Revolution, Onslaught, Sandman, Billy Shakespeare -- you know, the IIWF. TD: You aren't fooling anybody, Steve Roberts.  A worldwide pay-per-view audience saw you take a shot at the Highwayman during the finals of the Coronation Clash Tournament.  They can see your t-shirt right now, Steve Roberts.  The IIWF fans are not stupid... SR: The ones I meet sure are. TD: They know exactly how you feel about Genesis.  In fact, now they know exactly how the young man formerly known as Nightwing feels about Genesis -- as he chose to buck the trend and dramatically leave that group.  In fact, never has there been an IIWF Champion who has already generated so much controversy... it seems that every superstar in the Federation wants to do one thing and one thing only -- get their hands on Genesis. So I've got to ask you flat out, Steve Roberts.  No dodges, no prevarication... what the fans of the IIWF want to know right now is -- what do you think about the group that now controls the IIWF? What do you think of Genesis? [Roberts pauses, taking a sip from the beverage placed in front of him on the angular glass desk.] SR: In the whole time I've been with the IIWF, I've never made any secret of the guys I didn't like.  The Psycho.  Shakespeare. Warnett.  Creed.  Paris. Larry Morton.  I've always said they were bed wetting paedophiles, more suited to lurking in grade school playgrounds than embarrassing themselves in the wrestling business. But at least with those guys you knew where you stood.  You knew they were losers -- they never pretend to be anything else.  You know when you see Chrissie Quigley on the card that most likely the night will end with him weeping openly like a woman or a baby.  Those guys are lousy.  But they're consistenly lousy, they know who they are, you know who you are -- and ever the twain shall meet. TD: Steve, I'm not sure... SR: Just hang in there, Dross, I'll get back to the small words in a second. So, when these Genesis guys came on the scene... I waited to get a fix on them.  I wanted to see if they were gonna be worth spending my precious "I could be getting a European friction dance" time on.  We had the one dead guy, with his "I know you all came here to hear me sing my song" guitar and his hot albino sister.  And then there was the other dead guy with the unfrozen caveman wrestler gimmick "Your mysterious armbars and suplexes frighten and confuse me,"  who was either running from the Sheriff of Nottingham or working on a macroeconomics treatise -- I never really got it straight.  They were fighting for what was right or some boring crap like that... I really didn't pay much attention. So that wasn't going no place and all of the sudden they're hard guys -- with a little group of mildly retarded fans and they start beating the hell out of guys after matches, Warnett, Psycho, Mota... you know... all the midcarders around here got ganged up on.  So -- okay, they don't win any points for originality, I mean, I could have sworn one of those dead guys started talking in a fake Hispanic accent and trying to sell me a Genesis teddy bear -- but that's okay, we can't all be one of a kind -- ain't that right, Tim Dross? TD: We do what we can with what we are given, Steve Roberts. SR: So that would have been all right, I could have slept through their little matches with the White Flight kids and everything would have been cool.  But then all I hear is the whining, "Tim Dross is turning the fans against us"... "Tim Dross is mean on Inside the IIWF"... "Tim Dross says our asses look fat in our trunks." I mean -- what the hell is wrong with these guys?  They want to beat guys up and then still have all the morons cheer for them?  You gotta hate a guy who says "I wrestle clean" after dropping a guy over the ringpost.   It's one thing to be a knock off mid-card bunch of bums... but at least admit that you're the freaking Dungeon of Doom and let the real men go about their business. TD: That's another deduction from your check, Steve Roberts. SR: Yeah -- they can take out 25%, Dross -- I think I'll be able to withstand the blow.  And I don't have any freakin' idea what the deal is now.  These guys run the IIWF?  These guys are the new Syndicate?  We have the paper champion, his dead guy bodyguard or water boy or personal masseur or whatever it is he does; we have the bodybuilder who ain't never beaten nobody and doesn't realize that he's the designated jabrone and the has-been who's only still around because the suits are too lazy to Danny Dynamite his overrated ass right back to the minor leagues. Not to mention the tag team that won't let the other guys within fifty feet of any of their matches -- what does that tell you, Dross? These are the guys we're supposed to be quaking over?  These are the guys who are gonna cut a path of destruction across the wrestling world? Let me tell you something about Culture Club -- Boy Requiem and his punks can wave their cheap heat belt all over the IIWF -- but you can't make chicken salad out of chicken Quigley and you can't take a bunch of whiny mid-card gimmicks and turn them into the poster boys for the best damn Federation in the world.  This is a freaking disaster and my money says the first half-decent guy who gets a shot at bringing even a hint of respectability back to the Heavyweight Championship Belt has Boy Requiem looking up at the lights faster than you can say Buddy F'n Rogers. [Van Halen's "Running with the Devil" plays as the taped voice of Sparkplug Lee is heard:] SL: The Soundbite is _in_ the building!  The Soundbite is _in_the building! SR: Okay, Dross man -- let's get on with the show.  ================================================================== WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP: ================================================================== Requiem [306/6'10"/H] 12-2-3 ------------------------------------------------------------------ Steve "the Fury" Kowalski [268/6'4"/H] 19-7-0 Mad Dog Watkins [269/6'5"/H] 13-6-2 Otto Verhoeven [340/6'8"/H] 26-10-4 "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder [267/6'2"/H] 19-9-2 Chris Quigley [238/6'1"/F] 21-11-3 TD: Well, that provides an interesting transition right to our look at the Heavyweight Championship race -- and we'll kick it off this weekend with a match to determine the number one contender -- a match between Otto Verhoeven and Mad Dog Watkins -- with the winner going on to meet the World Champion at Midsummer Madness. SR: Yeah, I don't think there's any way Boy Requiem makes it to the Madness -- but if he does that's where this ride gets off -- because that's where he'll meet the Butcher.  We haven't even talked about what my favorite part of the whole damn Coronation Clash was, Dross -- that's where the Juggernaut dumped that overrated punk Byron and showed all those black packers who's bad and who's glad. TD: It was indeed a shocking scene just over one week ago, Otto Verhoeven turning viciously on his friend and partner, Lord Byron.  And what irony it was that Byron was assisted by none other than the man who had just reitred him -- the new Intercontinental Champion, Creed. SR: We can talk about that punk later, Dross -- I always knew there was more going on with him and that fruity Englishman than they were letting on.  But this is about the Butcher -- you know that Byron was keeping him down, taking all the glory for himself.  Meanwhile, the baddest man in the history of the IIWF was just standing around, you could see him seething with rage.  He had his shot and he took it -- and he will keep on taking it upside the head of Mad Dog Watkins this Saturday Night. TD: It is by no means certain that Otto Verhoeven will be the one who advances to Midsummer Madness as the number one contender, however.  You have to know that Mad Dog Watkins is itching to get his first shot at Federation gold, particularly with the success of the men with whom he broke into the IIWF, Dirt Dog Unique Allah and Watkins' own pupil, Creed. SR: There's another guy who is bringing Watkins down, Dross.  He's always been as tough as boot leather -- but this Creed thing has softened him up -- he just is in no shape to match up again with the Butcher. TD: I don't know if Steve Kowalski would agree with your assessment, Steve Roberts.  Mad Dog Watkins certainly gave him all he could handle in their bloody elite eight matchup at Coronation Clash.  In fact, of all the grumbling about the coming "Reign of Requiem" one of the loudest from the locker room has been Mad Dog Watkins -- I don't think I'm telling tales out of school when I say that this is a man without a lot of respect for our new Champion. Two men who might share that viewpoint, although not much else, are Brody Thunder and Steve Kowalski.  Any look at the World Championship chase has to include these men... two men who are arguably the hottest prospects in the Federation.  You have to know that neither Thunder or the Fury is pleased at all with the way the Clash went down, particularly the way that those Genesis gang up tactics played a role in their defeats. SR: Steve Kowalski kicks ass, Dross.  Plain and simple -- we are talking about a guy who ripped through that tournament like a freakin' force of nature.  By any fair and just decision, he should be World Champion right now.  Right Now! TD: I'd say that both those men will be just a little nastier over the next few weeks -- and will kick it of as they team up in that big ten man tag match that's scheduled for this Saturday Night. A few other men might want to stake claims to the belt currently held by Requiem -- men like the Deathbringer and Luke Steele -- but they look to certainly be occupied for the time being by the partners who abandoned them to go on over to Genesis, Steve Roberts -- that being Serge Annis and Scott Rogers. SR: Not a lot to choose from there -- a lot of people might expect me to suddenly become some huge fan of the original dead guy and "Let me turn heel" just because they got issues with those Genesis punks -- well, forget it.  I call it like it is, Dross -- and all I see here are has-beens and never-weres, slogging it out at the bottom of the card while American sleeps and I make calls to 1-900 HOT COED.  You know who I do like though is Mr. Damage -- how long is this guy gonna get overlooked around here, Dross?  If there's anyone who has to be screaming about this Requiem thing... it's gotta be a veteran like Damage who has done nothing but plug away damn near as long as I have and now some upstart leaps up and proclaims a revolution.  Mr. Damage -- now there's a guy I like. TD: Well, someone who you also like... or don't like, I can never be too sure with you guys, is "Sychosys" Joe Petrow.  Now here's one of the very few IIWF superstars who is a legitimate contender for all three singles belts. SR: And the tag belts, Dross -- don't forget the tag belts.  But my locker room spies tell me that Petrow's been acting awfully strange since Coronation Clash -- they say he's moved back into the IIWF dressing room -- and even taken up residence in Dan Kauffman's old locker.  I heard one of the janitors say that Petrow even signed an autograph for his kid... saying something like, "It's my job to give back... when you're in my position you have to be a role model." What the hell's that all about, Dross? TD: It's hard to tell with Joe Petrow, almost anything can happen -- as it can in the race for the World Championship Belt -- 31 singles wrestlers now on the active IIWF roster -- and each and every one of them will be gunning for Requiem's gold! ================================================================== INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP: ================================================================== Creed [276/6'4"/H] 14-5-2 ------------------------------------------------------------------ Highwayman [275/6'4"/H] 13-5-0 Duncan Macbeth [270/6'4"/N] 7-3-1 Marty Warnett [245/5'11"/F] 26-18-1 Mr. Damage [245/6'3"/H] 20-16-0 Scott Rogers [297/6'7"/H] 4-2-0 TD: It truly was quite a moment, Steve Roberts, the red-gloved rookie Creed surprising so many of even the most hardcore wrestling fans with his Loser Leaves Town victory over Lord Byron -- but it was really gratifying to see that in his darkest moment, forced from the sport that he loves -- a competitor like Lord Byron could extend a hand of respect, if not friendship to the new Intercontinental Champion. SR: You can forget about Byron -- I always said the guy was a loser. TD: No you did not.  You said he was the best wrestler alive -- an opinion which many people still happen to hold. SR: Just because you and Byron are big buddies now, don't pin that loser on me -- and don't pin that punk Creed on me either, Dross, you think people are pissed about Boy Requiem -- I have it on good authority that there was more than one top drawer... and I mean top drawer IIWF superstar who offered up his resignation after that punk was _handed_ gold. TD: Well, Steve Roberts, I don't think that Creed was handed anything, in fact, ever since his introduction in the IIWF -- I do not know if there has been a harder working, more consistent superstar. SR: Are you through? TD: Perhaps.  But Creed will be under more than just back room attack, as one man who will certainly be gunning for his gold will be the number two man over with Genesis, the Highwayman.  I would not be at all surprised to see this powerful group go on an all-out assault to capture the IC belt.  And I also wouldn't be surprised to see a certain former ally of his poised directly in his path. SR: How about the pretty boys, Dross?  I can't say I like them -- but Chrissie Quigley did win the other big match at Coronation Clash -- beating three, hell four other men in that wild four way dance -- hey, Dross, have you seen the LaRue pictures on the internet yet? TD: I can't claim to have had that pleasure, Steve Roberts. SR: Hey, Becks -- one word, "gravity."  It gets even the best of 'em babe.  You just can't go out of the house anymore without a plastic surgeon and an airbrush, Dross. TD: But to get to that title shot, Chris Quigley may just have to go through another of those four way dance competitors, Steve Roberts -- a man who has been a rival of his since his debut in the IIWF, Marty Warnett. SR: You know what I'd root for in a Warnett/Quigley matchup, Dross? TD: Can't say that I do, Steve Roberts. SR: Injuries. TD: Well, Marty Warnett is certainly a viable Intercontinental possibility, as is another man who is looking to get on the path to some gold, Takezo Musashi.  The Enigma has been more unpredictable than ever... but in another of those memorable scenes from Coronation Clash -- clearly turned down the opportunity to take a cheap shot at Joe Petrow -- and I just have to wonder where it is that Musashi is coming from these days.  SR: I gotta wonder why anyone would care, Dross.  Sort of like with Tony Starks -- he's been around here along time... just sort of plodding away.  Do you think that maybe he's wondering why a guy like Creed is holding the Intercontinental belt?  Or even why Boy Requiem, without as much as a fraction of the service time that he's put in, suddenly finds himself the World Champion.  You gotta wonder if maybe a guy like Starks just doesn't blow a gasket altogether. TD: We did see an interesting scene at Coronation Clash between Tony Starks and Dirt Dog Unique Allah -- it is no secret that the Age of the Rage has been looking to expand, maybe now that the Prophets of Rage have lost tag gold, a man like Tony Starks might find himself a home with the Ragers. Another man who has made no secret about his desire to grab Intercontinental gold is Duncan Macbeth, this is a guy who has chased the European Alliance for weeks, he and Otto Verhoeven having fought to a draw at Coronation Clash -- but now finds that the object of his ardor, Lord Byron, has left the Federation and the European Alliance is no more.  What does a man like that do now, Steve Roberts? SR: What does a man like that do now?  I haven't understood a thing that man has said or done since he entered the IIWF.  Between the accent and the mutant freak brother, I'm surprised he's still under contract. This guy thinks he's gonna win a belt?  I'd rather see Steele as Intercontinental Champion -- or even that Nate Thurmond guy... what's his name again? TD: That would be the Cavalier, Kevin Christiansen -- a man who will now be battling with nearly a half dozen newcomers to gain a kind of foothold here in the IIWF.  More on them later, but this Cavalier is a man who has impressed some folks with his sportsmanship and his team spirit here in the IIWF -- two qualites which are in short supply these days. SR: The only qualities you need to become champion in the IIWF are brains and balls -- and I don't think Danny Ferry has either of them. TD: And of course, we can't overlook young Ike Sampson, he and Creed may be friends -- but don't think for a second that Ike Sampson doesn't think about his owning a victory over Creed previously -- and that if given the opportunity he'd prove that it wasn't a fluke. That's the Intercontinental race folks, if you ain't chasing Requiem -- you're chasing Creed as the IIWF gears up for the run toward Midsummer Madness. ================================================================== CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP: ================================================================== Dirt Dog Unique Allah [238/6'2"/N] 13-8-2 ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Enigma" Takezo Musashi [2ll/5'9"/F] 25-11-0 "Sychosys" Joe Petrow [227/6'3"/N] 14-7-3 The Phoenix [235/6'3"/F] 10-6-0 Billy Shakespeare [230/6'2"/F] 27-16-2 Ronnie Paris [210/6'/F] 13-10-0 TD: That leaves us with the cruisers -- and at the top of this heap remains Dirt Dog Unique Allah, who hasn't exactly been what you'd call a prodigious champion. SR: Yeah, but I saw him in one of Portland's finest two star restaurants stark naked except for the title belt -- so you have to give him points for the fashion sense. TD: It could be that the sole focus of the IIWF really turned toward the World Championship in recent weeks -- or maybe it's a case of Dirt Dog not being able to handle success -- but he certainly has seemed less interested in defending his belt than in reaping the _benefits_ that IIWF gold has to offer. SR: More nay-nay for the hoo-yah. TD: I couldn't have said it any better myself.  There will come a challenger for Unique, however, and it will ironically enough be from the winner of a dog collar match this Saturday Night between Derek Mota and Simon Lebec.  That's right, folks -- you are hearing it here first... one week from this Saturday, all three singles championships will be defended live from the IIWF Coliseum -- and one of the challengers will come from the winner of the dog collar match. SR: I gotta go with Lebec in this one, Dross.  Mota's a tough little guy, but he's got Boy Requiem on the brain and I'm willing to bet this ain't the first time Simon Lebon has strapped on animal paraphenalia. You ever see the video for "Girls on Film", Dross?  That is weird, wild stuff. TD: Well, the winner of that match has a date one week from Saturday -- and another man who may well be busy on August 9 is none other than Billy Shakespeare.  Details are still very sketch at this time, folks, but there are some internal rumblings that Shakespeare may be looking to step back into the IIWF "Spotlight" and looking to do so very soon. SR: Yeah, that's one the people can't wait for.  Hey, he's read "A Midsummer Night's Dream"... let's give him a belt.  Morons.  Look, I don't have a single good thing to say about this New Generation crap, but it has gotten guys like Shakespeare and the Psycho out of the way.  Some change is good, Dross.  TD: Well, two men who might be the best "pure cruisers" in the IIWF might be looking to change the posession of some IIWF gold, Steve Roberts, Ronnie Paris and The Phoenix. SR: Well, they still suck -- lets get that out of the way first.  But I gotta say that that little guy Paris showed some guts at Coronation Clash... the kid got his ass kicked and just kept getting back up.  He beat Byron -- he beat the dead guy and he almost beat Boy Requiem.  TD: You sound almost sincere, Steve Roberts. SR: Yeah, well, he's promised me first dibs at the honeymoon video... you ever seen the rack on that Maggie? TD: Steve Roberts.  The other athlete is the Phoenix, who in one of the more dramatic turns of events at Coronation Clash shed not only his stablemates in Genesis, but his Nightwing personna and really, really is looking like a young force to be reckoned with here in the IIWF. SR: So, what's the deal, I thought this guy went back to Japan? TD: That's China -- and that was Shinja Chow, the White Phoenix, I can't claim to understand it myself, but there almost seems to have been a transference, a passing on the torch, if you will. SR: So Nightwing is turning Japanese. TD: That's Chinese... and I don't even want to address the connotation. The Phoenix is a man who will certainly make some cruiserweight noise -- but first may have a definite score to settle with an old friend of his in the Highwayman. Those are your cruiserweights, folks -- and except for the newest of the new blood, whom we will speak more of in a few moments -- those are your singles wrestlers in the IIWF! ================================================================== WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP: ================================================================== Cold Spell [500/H] 11-4-0 ------------------------------------------------------------------ Prophets of Rage [753/H] 11-3-2 The Last Resort [515/F] 6-2-0 Violence Unlimited [728/N] 4-2-0 The Harlequins [545/N] 9-5-2 Dark Disciples [615/H] 13-8-2 TD: Well, we now sit with a rather lofty number of tag teams -- no less than thirteen -- following the departure of the Nightriders and the arrival of the Equalizers. SR: Well, I don't know much about either of those teams, except that JP Steele waited his entire life to come to the IIWF and then he punks out... somehow I don't think another invitation is in the mail, Jackhammer. TD: A team we do know something about are the new tag champions.  It has been a tough road for Icehawk and Fitzgerald -- but Genesis captured this belt as well at Coronation Clash, Cold Spell defeated the Prophets of Rage. SR: I don't know why these guys need Culture Club around at all, Dross. They seem to have the formula pretty well knocked -- one guy's tough, the other one's gay "Hot tag to the gay guy!", says the overworked announcer. TD: Steve Roberts.  It is Cold Spell who stands on top of the mountain... but it is not only the Prophets of Rage who will look to knock them from their perch, but long time rivals Violence Unlimited. SR: Yeah, there are a lot of bad ass teams in the IIWF right now, Dross.  We got the other black guys... the ones who say "sucka" all the time. TD: Well, I believe you're referring to Licensed for Devastation -- I believe they may have issues to settle with the Machines, who were none too happy with the treatment they received at the hands of LFD. Another team which might have Cold Spell in its sights are the Harlequins, Tragedy and Chaos have been quite vocal about their unhappiness with recent events in the IIWF -- and if the squeaky wheel gets the grease, we may see a lot of 10W40 delivered to this always strong tag team. SR: Speaking of squeaking, Dross.  We have a title match this Saturday with a couple of mice going up against Cold Spell. TD: The Last Resort, maybe the most enigmatic of all the IIWF tag teams have earned a shot at the gold, Steve Roberts -- the veteran El Diablo... SR: Tough guy. TD: ...and the young, somewhat inexperienced Masked Avenger.. SR: Gay guy. TD: ...will hook it up in what should be a fun, very interesting match for all the great fans live this Saturday Night when the IIWF makes a triumphant return to the Coliseum. One has to wonder if we might see an appearance from another team, a team like the Hollywood Bloods who clearly believe that this title shot belongs to them.  Wayne and Watson make no secret that their time in the IIWF has come and they might be looking to prove that Saturday Night. SR: Well, there's only one team whose time has come, Dross.  One team that, I'd be willing to bet cash money on against any of these other bums... James -- Claw -- The Syndicate. TD: Indeed, we have seen two of the IIWF's most honored, most rewarded wrestlers form a tag unit and come breathtakingly close to defeating both of their rivals, Pain Inc. and the Dark Disciples on the same night -- you have to be impressed with the continuity they showed at Coronation Clash -- and you have to believe it's only a matter of time before they are challenging for gold. SR: It couldn't come soon enough, Dross.  I don't care if the Disciples did get the tainted victory. TD: I wouldn't exactly call it tainted. SR: Like month old ground chuck and thirteen ears of 4th of July corn, Dross. The sooner those losers Pain Inc. and the Disciples can be in the rear view mirrors of the Syndicate -- the better off we'll all be.  TD: Well, easier said than done -- Pain Inc. and the Dark Disciples are past champions and will certainly be looking to recapture past glory... For Team Sychosys -- the task is just looking for a match, Steve Roberts.  Maybe it's the spectre of someone as unorthodox as Joe Petrow or maybe the embarrassment possibility is just to high to oppose someone with the reputation of a Majestic Maurice McArthur -- but I am well aware that the front office is having a difficult time finding opponents for this collection. SR: Scared, gutless punks and losers.  My good friend Joe Petrow is gonna cause some serious commotion in the tag ranks -- as soon as he's done making his personal appearances. TD: What's going on with Joe Petrow, Steve Roberts? SR: I don't even want to guess, Dross.  I don't even want to guess. TD: Well, those are the tag teams... a dozen of the finest in the world all looking for two straps -- the ones currently belonging to Cold Spell of Genesis. ======================================================================== ****************************** NEW BLOOD ***************************** ======================================================================== TD: The IIWF continues its constant effort to improve, never resting on the achievements of yesterday, but seeking out top talent from around the world of professional wrestling -- and we have brought in some excellent hungry, young competitors for you fans.  From a Jamaican cruiserweight to the biggest man in all of sports -- let's take a look at the _New Blood_ which is coursing through the veins of the mighty IIWF. [A still image of the wrestler appears on the screens, along with his statistics:] Timothy N. Turner ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Weight: 230lbs Height: 6'2" Origin: Victoria, B.C., Canada Appearance: Incredibly good-looking GQ type with short-cropped red hair. In the ring he wears simple red and white bike-style tights. He wears an ornate robe, also in red and white, with TNT emblazoned on the back.  Out of the ring he is always impeccably groomed, wearing Canali suits, Armani, etc.  He has a perpetual cocky grin and swagger. Theme Music: "The Good Life" by Tony Bennett Orientation: Heel 5 Favorite Moves: 1. Figure Four        2. Snap suplex        3. Hurricarana        4. Step-over toe hold        5. Poke to the eyes Finishing Move: 1. TNT: elbow drop from the top rope 2. Discrete foreign object Primary attributes: 1. Technical 2. Cheating 3. Intelligence Profile: Timothy is a younger brother of a somewhat less successful wrestler, Constable Tom Turner.  TNT was originally trying to come out of his brother's shadow but he since long surpassed him. He is VERY arrogant and used his technical ability and dominant personality to convince Akira Saito to team with him as the NorthPac Coalition.  They achieved great success as both a team and singles but Turner's true loyalty shone through when he was offered a contract as a singles wrestler in the IIWF and dropped Saito like a hot potato. He honestly believes that he is the best wrestler in the world and is constantly annoyed that others don't recognize him as such.  He recently gained fame beyond the local level with a showing in the RSPWF awards and that has only feuled his ego.  He fully expects to walk into the IIWF and get title shots right away. [Handler: Rusty Priske (rpriske@royalroads.ca)] [Tim Dross is standing in the interview area with a newcomer to the IIWF. He is a very good looking fellow, with close cropped red hair and a smug look on his face.  He is not overly large by wrestlre's standards, about 6'2" and 230 pounds.  He is wearing an impeccable Canali suit and his head is held high.] TD: I have with me today a newcomer to the IIWF, though he may be known to any of our viewers who follow the independent circuits, this is Timothy N. Turner.  Timothy, why have you... TNT: Mr. Turner, if you please. TD: Uh, okay.  Mr. Turner, why have you come to the IIWF? TNT: I have come here because I have heard that the IIWF is the best.  I know that nowhere can truly shine without me in it, so here I am.  I have heard that this so-called Lord Byron was the best technical wrestler in the sport and I have come to disprove that. TD: Actually, Lord Byron is no longer in the IIWF after losing his title to Creed. TNT: So I heard.  Byron managed to buy off Spreadbury so that he would have a chance to get out of here before he had to face his superior.  With him out of the way I will lay my claim to being the top technical wrestler in the sport. TD: There are still a number of technically gifted wrestlers in the IIWF and... TNT: Oh, please.  The only athlete with any talent here is Macbeth and he knows better than to get in my way.  President Spreadbury should just give me a title match for my debut and save us all a lot of wasted time. TD: I don't think... TNT: Well, that's obvious.  Never forget who you are dealing with.  I am the sexiest, most talented, all around most dominant wrestler in the business and it is only a matter of time before the IIWF is mine! [Fade.] "The Intrepid" Ryan Howard ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Height: 6'2" Weight: 255lbs Orientation: Neutral. Origin: Detroit, Michigan Appearance: Ryan has a very toned physique, which is attributed mostly through weight-training and cardiovasculars. His muscles, though solid, are very dense, giving him more agility than expected from his size. Ryan is a very attractive man, and a common fan-favorite of the female wrestling crowd. He has chin-length, dark crimson hair that hangs over his dark chocolate eyes, only to be pulled back slickly for his matches. His overall composure is menacing, and a crack of thunder behind him could signify the coming of the Apocolypse. Ring Attire: To the ring, he will always wear the same thing: a black leather duster, menacingly drifting in his wake, a sleeveless black leather shirt with criss-crossing, metal studds that make out the form of an 'X' on the front and back, tight, leather pants that sculpt his muscled legs like a second skin, which the ladies would love seen shed, and knee high, steel-toed combat boots, ebon as well. (Sheds the duster and possibly the shirt, if heat provides.) Theme Music: "Don't Tread on Me" by Metallica. Five favorite moves: 1. Russian Leg Sweep: the quickest way to take down a heavy-hitter: bottoms up. So a nice kick to his legs will do the job, especially when you do it as ruthlessly and painfully as he does. 2. The Asian Spike: in his words, "An injection of pure pain, and I get to be the thick-ass syringe." 3. The Crucifix (applicable to top rope as well): the victim will unfortunately not rise again.     4. The Flatliner: a reverse DDT. 5. Powerbomb (with hold for pin if possible): for the fast, little runts, pick 'em up and slam 'em down. That'll teach them to play Roadrunner tricks on me. Finishing move: Ragnarok: A beautifully executed belly to back suplex, with a full nelson locked in prior, laced with a bridge for the the count. Freely shot out from anywhere. Primary Attributes: 1. Endurance: He keeps on ticking, and has even suplexed a man to the concrete from the top turnbuckle, only to get right back up and put the nails back to 'em. 2. Brawling:  Is a great brawler, comin' straight outta Detroit hard as nails. It is not uncommon to see him use his head, knees, or fists at any given moment in a match, and when he does, he does it better than most, or possibly all. 3. Aerial: Very Sabu-esque in the fashion of hardcore, daredevil moves that wow the crowd and knock him and his opponent senseless, though he more than often will arise first. Profile: Trained mostly on the streets of Detroit, his brawling techniques slowly evolved into painful wrestling holds. When he decided to go professional, he found it quite easy to learn to do moves contradictory to his previous works, and learned quickly. At the age of 19 began to compete in smaller, lesser known circuits. Recently has joined WAR!, ands has been wowing many veterans there for a while now, and is regarded as the next Lord Byron-esque performer. [Handler: Ryan Howard (XRyanHwrd@aol.com)] [First person of the entrance tunnel of an arena, slowly making its way towards the desuetude, the loud clicking of boots upon sleek concrete the only noise, the crowd edited out. His voice calm, yet stern:] RH: Everytime I come to the ring, I have to walk through these tunnels, like the Gladiators to the lions, my fate awaits me. [Small chuckle] Heh, lucky I can kick ass. [An immaculate white light emits from the behind the curtains, and as the view from the camera penetrates, it overwhelms it and flash for a short second, cutting to clips from previous matches. The slams resound menacingly with each plummet as clips of him powerbombing, bulldogging, and powerlsamming opponents, the crowd roaring the their feet as clips of fan with posterboards shout his name. Next is a slideshow of technical wrestling holds, his teeth clenched and muscles tensing as clips of him preforming among others, the Texas Cloverleaf, the standing boston-crab, and The Oubilette, the screams of agony that pour forth from the competitors fixed to emit like sonic booms from the speakers of the mics. Cut to Ryan standing in the middle of an empty ring, in a dark, musky arena, seats completely emptied. The camera view switches from many variations and colors, rigged pictures, and angles. He stands tall, a menacing figure to cast you eyes upon. Standing two or three inches over six feet, he wears a long, pitch black leather duster, covering his form like a shroud. Visibily beneath are a leather shirt, tight to his torso and revealing his toned and muscled form, and matching ebony pants, following the muscled legs until they plummet into the depths of the knee-high leather boots, steel-toes glinting in the light of the camera. He speaks with his head down and to a slant away from the camera, crimson locks hiding his visage from view, various clips being shown, the menacing sound reverberating throughout the arena:] RH: All my life I've taken the back end of the people's hatred. Growing up and tougher-than-nails streets of Detroit wasn't some jolly-ass picnic for a white boy as myself. But as I did, do, and sure as _hell_ always will, I survived... [Clips shown of his face bloodied, face downturned upon the mat in a Scorpion Deathlock, being repeatedly rammed into a steel cage, his head like a flimly ball upon a needlepoint neck, and several clips of behind hit over the head, upon the back, and across the knee with baseball bats, steel ring bells, and chairs, along with being choked with barbed wire by a man with a matchingly bloodied face, resembling the likes of The Butcher, all the the sounds of "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson] RH: So kids, the big-boy is coming to town, and daddy ain't around for you to go crying to. The IIWF is my new playground, and prepare to have your asses hung from the monkey bars. I don't need any friends, I could give a damn if any of you give a [bleep] about me. All I know as ya'll better get scurryin, 'cause when I come, I bring the house down... and this time, you're the ones who'll need to survive... [His head tilts up, and the dark mahognany eyes can be barely seen behind the myriad of curtain-like crimson locks.] RH: [Quietly] "Intrepid." "One without fear." You bet your ass I am. [Fade.] Sebastian Jericho ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Height: 5'8" Weight: 256lbs Orientation: Neutral Origin: Kalamazoo, Michigan Appearance: Sebastian has the build of a pugnacious bulldog, and the mentality of one as well. With a slightly smashed in face and a tough looking mug, he intimidates foes with a simple look, not to mention is scary physique. He has nut brown skin, with dark blue eyes fixed dead straight, with a burning look to them. His hair is a black buzz with a thick black goatee, likened to that of Rick Steiner. His upper body is like a wrecking ball, compact and very dense, with a lot of power. His arms are like cannons, every muscle a spring ready to lash out and inflict pain. His chest is large and well muscled, seemingly impenetrable. On his left shoulder is a tattoo of a snarling bulldog. On his right, the hooked talon of an eagle. His lower body is just as thick, his legs are powerful enough that he could almost use a body scissors as his finisher. For wrestling attire, he wears a black singlet which go over his shoulders ala Taz, and extends down slightly past his hips. On the edge is gold trim. He also wears black tape around his wrists, and black boots. Theme Music: "My Name is Mud" by Primus Five favourite moves: 1. Suplex: This is pretty much his favorite move, as he performs ALL variations of the suplex with unheard of expertise. His favorites include: Tiger Suplex; Snap Suplex; Dragon Suplex; and Front Layout Suplex, although he will perform each and every one. 2. Powerbomb: Sebastian uses his powerful, compact build to deliver the powerbomb to fine point. While he doesn't have much height, he drives the opponent down into the mat with a vengeance. 3. Japanese Armbar: Sebastian is a scientific expert, and this is one of his favorite pain inflicting devices. He will sometimes use this to finish opponents off. 4. Body Scissors w/ other holds: He uses his powerful legs to inflict some serious pain with the body scissors, then will add other submission holds to increase the punishment. Commonly, he will add a nerve hold, sleeper, or a full nelson. 5. Pinning Combinations: Sebastian loves to keep his opponents grounded, and with his quick mat wrestling, he is able to pull out a surprise pin, usually with a crucifix, La Majesterial rollup, or a sunset flip, but he has mastered many others as well. Finishing move: 1. Kalamazoo Facebuster: He gets them like an inverted DDT, then pulls them up by their tights, like a curtain call. Instead of dropping them forward like the regular Curtain Call, he falls back slightly, then drops them, catches them (With them facing the mat, belly down while falling) and delivers a throatbreaker (Stone Cold Stunner) but slams their face hard on his shoulder. 2. Raptureplex: Also hard to explain. When his opponent is either running at him after being whipped into the ropes, or just running at him, he wraps his arms around their abdomin (like the setup for the tiltawhirl slam), then twirls them, but twirls them again, putting them on his right bicep, like a powerbomb. From here he jumps, then powerbombs them down to the mat, their neck bouncing HARD off the mat. This is ALL impact, NO bridge, and has been known to generate quite the migrane. This is done EXTREMELY quickly. 3. Kalamazoo Clutch: When the opponent is belly down, their face down on the mat, he grabs their head, and puts on sort of a chinlock, except he digs his fingers under their jaw bones, yanking up and back on their head, his upper arm exerting force back on their neck. He gets their arm, scissoring it with his legs, and pulling it back like an armbar, still holding the chinlock type hold. This exerts unbelievable force on his opponent's neck, face, shoulder, elbow, and wrist, I know, I've had it put on me when I was in varsity wrestling. The closest thing I can think of that mass people would have seen is the submission Chris Benoit sometimes uses to finish his opponents off. This is Sebastian's main finisher, or his bread and butter maneuver so to speak. Primary Attributes: 1. Endurance 2. Technical 3. Mat Profile: Sebastian is about as well rounded as wrestlers come, with all the tools and attitude necessary to win some major gold. First and foremost, he is a scientific wrestler. Using his great amateur background and scientific skill, he is a master at keeping opponents grounded, and punishing them with holds and suplex type maneuvers. He will most often work on the neck, arms, and back areas, although occasionally going after the legs of a big man. He will keep the foe grounded, locking on an armbar or a hammerlock to soften them up for the Kalamazoo Clutch later on, or work on the neck with a camel clutch or front face lock to hit them with the Raptureplex later on. This is his main point of attack, though he excels in several others as well. Next, he can go to a power attack. Despite his small stature, this sparkplug of a man is packed with power, and can toss opponents around with the best of 'em. He will try to outmuscle anyone less than 320 pounds, which he is often successful at, though he can execute power moves on larger foes than that as well. He will commonly use the Raptureplex on anyone he can execute it on, rather than waiting long enough to sauce them up for the Kalamazoo Clutch. Despite his spark plug build, he is also very nimble, and can take to the skies with the best of them. He will use somersault planchas, hurricaranas, houdekanranas, etc. when need be, usually on the larger foes. When all is said and done, his foes had best beware of his high flying ability, because he will take them out in a heartbeat with this style of attack. Finally, if need be, he will brawl. While not his strong suit, he WILL do it on occasion. His brawling tactics are not traditional, but rather chops, kicks, headbutts, and other such attacks. He also likes to use tables on occasion. Sebastian grew up in a broken home in Kalamazoo, in a bad neighborhood, where death was an everyday occurrence and nothing was even thought of it. He was just expected to be another drug dealer or junkie, but he had high hopes for his future. His father was a drunkard, gambling away the family's limited income and beating Sebastian, his sister, and his mother. Sebastian's mother worked two jobs, one in the early shift and the other at the late, not getting home until about 2:00 A.M. every night. When he was twelve, Sebastian suffered the greatest loss of his life, his sister died when his father shot her by accident, thinking she was a burglar. Sebastian's father was convicted of murder, and was sent to prison for life. Sebastian's mother had a nervous breakdown and was sent to a mental hospital. Rather than stick around and be sent to an orphanage, Sebastian fled his home, and lived life on the streets. At the age of 14, Sebastian was taken in by a high school wrestling coach, who taught Sebastian the basics of amateur style wrestling, blending it with his already potent street fighting talent to mold a great wrestler. At the age of 16, Sebastian had won a state championship for the heavyweight divison in high school, and kept up his winning ways all the way to his senior year. Sebastian was offered a football/wrestling scholarship from the University of Michigan, which he gratefully accepted. It was here that he became nationally recognized for both football, which he was an All American in twice, and a wrestler, which he won an NCAA Title in three times. It was here that he met and married his lovely wife Evangeline, who was a cheerleader and Vale Dictorian at the U of M. They married shortly after graduation, and conceived their first son at this time as well. A few years later, Sebastian had taken up professional wrestling, which seemed natural to him,  because of his fighting skill and all around wrestling talent. He won several titles, while expanding his style to a well rounded attack. When he entered the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling, his talent had reached its peak. He stayed here for a short time only, not liking the way the league was developing, though he was 3-0. From here, he went to the NPWA, and has recently gotten into a feud with Wicked Lester. Despite his limited ringtime, he has impressed many, especially with his 4-1 record. He holds a victory over Wicked Lester, and nearly defeated NPWA legend Bobby Toast. He is also alligned with "Superstar" Steve Sampson and "Blackheart" Brian Masters in a stable of wrestlers who oppose all gimmicks, and are called the Hardline. He also participates in the Universal Wrestling Federation, and has turned some heads with his arrogant, take no guff attitude, and has been hinted to be joining Pride, which features such ring legends as Brett Greene, Tim Vexton, and Daniel Kidd. [Handler: Ryan Powell (npowell@mail.gld.com)] [The camera fades in on the shore of Lake Michigan, the sandy beach a bit damp from the tides of the lake washing it with its cool water. It is around midday, sunny, as one would expect at this time of year, as well as time of day. Standing on the beach is a short, sparkplug of a man. He is very thickly set, somewhat like a wrecking ball. The camera zooms in for a better view. This pugnacious little fellow is well tanned, and has a build much akin to a scrappy bulldog, and looks like he would participate in the dangerous sport that his dog counterpart, the bulldog, did frequently, bull-bating. The man's attire consists of a pair of navy blue shorts, cut slightly above his knees, a pair of hiking boots, a white tank top, and a navy blue baseball cap with an "M" embroidered in gold on thr front. He holds in his hand a glass of iced tea, sipping it periodically. He turns, noticing the camera for the first time. His smashed in face bares a bit of a scowl, but more of a concentrated look. He speaks for the first time, his eyes stern.] Man: Beautiful this time of year, isn't it? [His voice is low and rich.] Man: But I don't think you're here to talk about the beauty of Lake Michigan during Summer, are you? [He pauses, allowing the camera man to not give a response, but to all but do it. He sips his iced tea. After a short swig, he brings the glass down to his side.] Man: I didn't think so. Well then, allow me to introduce myself. I am Sebastian Jericho, one of the newest wrestlers in the IIWF. [He pauses, allowing his identity to set in, although it's doubtful that many people have heard of him as of yet.] SJ: I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I was humbled to be in the IIWF. I mean, there is so much history in this federation, so many great superstars, so many great champions, it's mind-boggling for me, really. "The Outlaw" J.W. Hardin, Dan Kauffman, Casey "Blackheart" James, and all of the other greats who have, at one point or another, stepped into an IIWF ring. I feel like a minnow in the Atlantic Ocean at the moment. [He chuckles, scratching his chin, which is covered by a thick, dark colored goatee.] SJ: But I'm not going to come into my first match wide-eyed like a kid in a candy store, kissing ass trying to get one of those shiny belts. That wouldn't be me. [He pauses.] SJ: But on the other hand, I'm not going to come in and cuss like a constipated truckdriver about how I am going to beat every wrestler who steps in my way, and how I'm going to win the IIWF World Title, or anything like that. [He takes a sip of his tea, then sighs. He wipes some of the tea from his mouth, which had obviously been slung out a bit when he brought the glass upwards.] SJ: What I am going to do is give every match I am involved in one hundred and ten percent. I'm going to bust my ass to make a name for myself and to win myself. If those fans cheer me, wonderful. If not, I don't need them, really. But I promise you, I will never quit in a match, no matter how stacked the odds, and I will never give up when I am outnumbered. [He wipes a bit of perspiration from his brow, then drums at his nose a bit.] SJ: For those of you who've seen me in action, you can vouch for that. For those of you who haven't, I'll bust my hump to prove that statement true. [He looks at his watch.] SJ: I'm sure at least some of you are wondering exactly what motivates me to succeed in wrestling, since that seems to be a popular thing to either ask or wonder about these days. Well, I'll tell you. [He pauses to sip his tea once more, almost finishing it off. Remaining in the glass is no more than a swallow of tea.] SJ: I have a wife and kid sittin' at home. Evangeline and Tyler are their names, in case you're wondering. Well, this is how I support them, by trying to win as many wrestling matches as possible. [He smirks.] SJ: I try and exchange my health for their happiness, ironic. It's not the most normal choice of professions to support one's family, but it cuts it. Granted, I get beaten up, kicked in the face, piledriven, powerbombed, DDT'ed, and much more, but it's worth it, just to put a smile on their faces. [He pauses, obviously thinking about his wife and child.] SJ: And believe you me, I have NO intentions of letting them down here, or anywhere else that I may wrestle. It's my job to make them happy, and I'm going to try my damndest to do just that. [He looks at his watch once more.] SJ: Well, that's about all the time I've got right now, and I'm glad, because, to tell you the truth, I don't have a good deal left to say. [He finishes off his tea, then hurls the ice into the water.] SJ: I guess I'll talk to you again when I'm about to debut, if not sooner. Until then, take care. [He skips a rock into the water, and the scene fades to black.] Dexter St. Croix ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Height: 6'1" Weight: 220 Origin: Kingston, Jamaica Theme music: "Exodus" by Bob Marley and the Wailers Orientation: Face Appearance: Dex is thick and muscular, but not overly "buff". His hair is worn in medium-length dreadlocks, as to not block his vision or give his opponent something to freely grab. He wears baggy red pants and mid-calf black boots, along with a green vest that he sheds before the match begins. Five favorite moves: 1. Belly-to-back suplex 2. Shoulder-breaker 3. Spinning neckbreaker 4. Belly-to-belly suplex 5. Powerbomb Finishing move: The Natty Dread Drop: A tilt-a-whirl powerslam. Dex usually hits this by catching his rebounding opponent in a tilt-a-whirl after whipping him into the ropes. Profile: Dexter grew up the son of a doctor, in an affluent suburb of Kingston. He became interested in becoming a professional wrestler at an early age, watching and idolizing superstars like Carlos Colon, Bruiser Brody, the Von Erich brothers, and the Freebirds while attending preparatory school in Miami. When Dex expressed his desire to wrestle professionally and refused to follow in his father's footsteps as a doctor, he was disowned by his family and forced to leave home. He lied about his age to land a bartending job at a resort hotel, saving his tips to pay the tuition to a local professional wrestler's training academy. He finally made it to wrestling school and became the star pupil, landing a contract with an independent promotion right out of school. He wrestled in that promotion for two years, before deciding to leave to come to the United States. Privately, he is a friendly fellow who believes in having a good time, and generously shares the trappings of fame and fortune with a tightly-knit group of friends he calls his "Posse". Now and then, his "Posse" will accompany him to the ring, but they never interfere in his matches, opting to sit ringside and enjoy the show. His style is a physical one, and Dex is deceptively strong for his size. He relies mostly on high-impact power maneuvers, but can mat-wrestle if his opponent forces him to. His mat-wrestling consists mostly of reversals and counters, but he does possess a basic arsenal of grappling moves such as armbars and hammerlocks. Dex is not an aerialist, but doesn't particularly have trouble defending himeself against a high-flyer. He studies contemporary wrestlers like Dean Malenko and Chris Benoit, and consistently adds new holds and maneuvers to his arsenal. He is particularly intense during his matches, and can get really fired up, especially if his opponent insists on breaking the rules. He detests brawlers, and will refrain from brawling as long as he can, preferring to wrestle cleanly and scientifically. He is a face and loves the fans, and will take time to shake their hands and sign autographs before and after the match. During the match, however, he is all business, focusing on his opponent and looking for a weakness. He will occasionally taunt his opponents during a match, trying to get them off of their game. His main weakness is his preference not to brawl, which gets him into trouble against rule-breakers and brawlers. Dex will take a lot of punishment before returning the violence, and that can hinder his ability to execute his power maneuvers. In a nutshell, he can be described as a wrestling purist who holds the fans and the science of the sport very high regard. [Handler: Greg Roberts (ger1@osi.com)] [The scene is a screaming party. People are everywhere, of all shapes and sizes, colors and sexes. Everyone is dressed in what appears to be beach apparel, shorts and t-shirts for the guys, shorts and bikini-tops for the girls. Bob Marley can be heard loud over the buzz of people drinking and partying. The camera makes it way through the crowd of people, until we focus in on a muscular young black man in medium dreads dancing with an attractive young woman. He is holding a smoldering hand-rolled cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Myers rum in the other. The man sings along with the music in a thick Jamaican accent.] Man: # Don't let 'em fool ya! / or even try to school ya! / oh no! # [Suddenly, the man spies the camera and turns to face it, speaking in the same Jamaican accent.] Man: Da name is Dexter St. Croix, mon, and two tings in dis world turn me on. One is a jammin' party and de other is facin' off in da squared circle, mon. I've come to the IIWF to do both. And dat Cruiserweight belt? It belongs to me now, mon, whether ya know it or not. Woman: Come on, Dex, you promised you would dance with me, not gab to some cameraman! Dexter: Dere's plenty o' time for talkin' later, mon. Right now, m' duty calls! [The man picks the song back up and turns from the camera.] Dexter: # Could you be loved!? / an' be loved! # [Fade to black.] ======================================================================== ***************** FIRST LOOK: This Week In The IIWF ****************** ======================================================================== IIWF Wednesday War Room 23 July 1997 1. Joe Petrow vs. Scott "the Whine" Bloom [J] 2. Sebastian Jericho [debut] vs. "Nifty" Ned Norton [J] 3. The Phoenix vs. El Super Gecko [J] 4. Scott Rogers & Serge Annis vs. The Rotundos [J] 5. Timothy N. Turner [debut] vs. Casey C. [J] 6. Harlequins vs. Hollywood Bloods 7. Mr. Damage vs. Kevin "the Cavalier" Christiansen 8. The Syndicate vs. Pain Inc. IIWF Saturday Night "Viewers' Choice" 26 July 1997 1. Dog Collar Match: "Showstopper" Simon Lebec vs. Derek Mota 2. War Games Match: Prophets of Rage vs. The Machines vs. LFD vs. Violence Unlimited 3. Falls Count Anywhere: Serge Annis, Scott Rogers & Highwayman vs. Deathbringer, the Phoenix & "Real Deal" Luke Steele 4. IIWF World Tag Team Championship: Cold Spell [c] vs. The Last Resort 5. Ten Man Tag: Thunder, Starks, Kowalski, Cavalier & Sampson vs. Quigley, Petrow, Enigma, Macbeth & MYSTERY PARTNER 6. Winner Gets Shot at IIWF World Champ at Midsummer Madness: Otto Verhoeven vs. Mad Dog Watkins 7. Champions Triangle Ladder Match: Requiem vs. Creed vs. Dirt Dog Unique Allah[Insert both cards.] TD: Some great action coming your way from the IIWF Coliseum this week -- we will see the debut of intense Sebastian Jericho and the rather egotistical Timothy M. Turner, two men who might just be like oil and water as they hit the IIWF together this Wednesday Night.  We'll also see the debut of the new Genesis entrants: Scott Rogers and Serge Annis, along with The Phoenix -- who will be most intriguing. Then Saturday Night we have a card which was selected by IIWF fan Roger Fletton, the winner of the Coronation Clash Crusade Contest, and maybe the fans really do know best, Steve Roberts, because we have quite a doozy. SR: Keep the morons away from the car keys, Dross.  TD: Well, you have to be looking forward to that main event... Champion vs. Champion vs. Champion, when we see Requiem, Creed and Dirt Dog Unique Allah in a triangle match. But not just any ordinary triangle, Steve Roberts.  This triangle has a ladder smack dab in the middle of it -- that's right, folks... this is a triangle ladder match -- and the winner will receive -- get ready for this -- a cool half million dollars! SR: What the hell would Dirt Dog do with half a million dollars? That's like 100,000 bottles of Thunderbird. TD: We also have that dog collar match, the match for the number one contender for the World Championship, the tag titles are on the line, the Genesis forces will combine in a six man tag, we have some wild tag matches set -- a ten man tag with a mystery partner and also a war games match where apparently men will be sent out one at a time in an elimination style format --- it is gonna be wild, folks -- and all available to you on free, over-the-air television -- don't miss a second! ======================================================================== ************* COMING FRIDAY: Countdown to Saturday Night ************* ======================================================================== TD: So, that's gonna do it for this week folks, we apologize to those of you hoping to see young Steve Summer live from the Arm Bar in downtown Portland, he really does look quite the picture in his Genesis Generation bomber jacket.  Don't forget to tune in tomorrow as Larry Morton and Becky LaRue recap all the action on the "Wednesday War Room". Then join Steve Roberts... SR: We'll see... TD: ...maybe join Steve Roberts for a look at one of the IIWF's "Classics", then on Friday Larry Morton and the newest member of the IIWF broadcast team, Brian Lau -- who had an interesting thing to say about you on his opening broadcast, Steve Roberts. SR: Big tent, baby dolls.   All the colors in the rainbow. TD: [shaking his head] Join each of them as they "Countdown to Saturday Night" and then its back to the IIWF Coliseum for the finest two hours of live wrestling anywhere in the world today -- IIWF Saturday Night! So, for my tag team colleague Steve "Soundbite" Roberts and all of us here with "Inside the IIWF," I am Tim Dross, wishing all of you a very pleasant -- good night. [Tom Petty's "You Got Lucky" plays as Tim Dross takes a deep breath and shakes the offered hand of the Soundbite, who points to his t-shirt and laughs uproariously.  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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+