[Air raid sirens split the silence.  A spotlight swirls, alternatly revealing Requiem, Creed, Steve "the Fury" Kowalski, and Duncan Macbeth among others dressed in camouflage.  The shot shifts to a model of the IIWF Towers, and to the familiar whistle of a falling bomb, the tower explodes into a pyrotechnic fireball.  Through the blaze appears the IIWF logo:]                 #####      ######   ###            ##########              ########## ########## ####       ##  ##########              ########## ########## ####  #   #### ########                #####      #####    #### ##  ##### ####                 ####       ####    #### ### ####  ####                 ####       ####    ############# #########                 ####       ####     ########### #########                 ####       ####     ####  ####   ####              #########  #########   ###   ####   ####              #########  #########   ###    ##    ####               ########   ########   ##      #    ####              =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- ## =-=-=-=              ///  W E D N E S D A Y  +  W A R   R O O M  \\\              =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=                   * LiVE! * from The IIWF Hall Of Fame                       IIWF Towers, Portland, Oregon              ----------------- 30 July 1997 ---------------- [The camera pans past glass cabinets housing items of IIWF past lore:  An Elvis lamp, A blow-up doll, Stud Stetson's "Superstar" belt, "Louie the Ninja's" mask. In a clearing amoung these trophy cases sit Larry Morton and Becky LaRue.] LM: Welcome, one and all, to the fastest-paced wrestling show anywhere on television, the IIWF's Wednesday War Room! Seated beside me is the lovely Becky LaRue, and over the next thirty minutes, we will bring you all the details of tonight's house show action, which went down live in the IIWF Coliseum. And by all accounts, it was as lively as it's ever been down there, with a very healthy crowd of some twelve thousand rolling in to see tonight's matches. BL: "Healthy," Larry? I don't think so. Have you looked at the fans in the Coliseum recently? I've never seen so many men with hairy palms. LM: As long as they don't have painted faces, baggy trousers and big shoes, I'll be happy. Let's get straight underway with our recap of the night's action... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 1. Team Sychosys vs. The Rotundos ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to outside the Sychoplant gym in downtown Portland.  "Sychosys" Joe Petrow and "Majestic" Maurice McArthur walk out the door with duffel bags over their shoulders, apparently after a hard workout. Somehow knowing that a camera is on them, Petrow begins to speak.] JP: Y'know, it's been a long time since Team Sychosys had a chance to show their stuff in the ring.  You'd think after beating the world tag team champions we'd have no trouble getting match we wanted, but once everyone realized how we turned the Prostates of Rage into a mere shell of their former selves, the phones got real quiet in a hurry.  But finally we got a contract lined up, and it's against the best the IIWF has to offer! 3M: [gives Petrow a strange look] You serious, Joe? JP: Well, think about it.  The Rotundos are BIG men, much bigger than Violence Unlimited.  They've been around a long time, so they got much more experience than Violence Unlimited.  And most importantly, they were the only team that had the guts to sign our open contract, which means they got more guts than Violence Unlimited!  And they beat just about everyone else in that War Games match last week!     Given that, the Rotundos must logically the best team left in the     IIWF, which means they're only a little worse than mediocre. 3M: Well, whatever they are I got a score to settle with them.  I remember those days in the IIWF Cafeteria...those guys would always     finish their food, then they'd come over and steal mine!  I coulda     been a 300+ pound monster like Casey James, but I left that place     hungry every night [Maurice starts getting very agitated]  Well, I     ain't gonna play by those rules anymore!  You hear me!?  I WANT MY     FOOD BACK!  I WANT MY PORKCHOPS BACK, YOU SON OF A... [Petrow steps in front of the camera before the bleeper is needed] JP: What we're trying to say, is that we're taking this match personally, just like every other match.  TS is comin' to take you down. [McArthur is nearly frothing at the mouth as the camera fades out. Cut to a highlights reel of the match:] Petrow and McArthur stormed the ring and cleaned house in the early going, leaving just Petrow and one of the Rotundos alone in the ring. Petrow seemed to have the match well in hand, until he tried to play to the crowd, and attempted a Petroplex -- which looked more like a bodyslam -- on one of the Rotundos. The Rotundos, for once, managed to use their girth to their advantage, and almost pulled off the upset, flattening "Sychosys" under their gargantuan body mass, and forcing McArthur to make the save more than once. But Petrow escaped, and made the hot tag to McArthur, who was successful in avoiding the slow-moving Rotundos until Petrow had recovered sufficiently to make it back into the ring. Petrow immediately Sychokicked one of the Rotundos out of the ring, and then embarked on a double-teaming spree: Team Sychosys threw the other one to the ropes, and took him down with a double drop toe hold that leaves him face down on the mat.  After an exaggerated struggle failed to turn the Rotundo over for the pin, Petrow ordered McArthur to apply a Fujinama Arm Bar, and after a little fumbling around, the Majestic one managed to lock it on, and force the Rotundo to tap out.  However, McArthur refused to release the hold, instead getting totally mental, cinching on the hold and screaming "GIMME ME MY PORKCHOP BACK!  C'MON SPIT IT OUT!"  Eventually, Petrow was able to get 3M to realize the hold, but their pose-down for the crowd was cut short by the arrival of former IIWF World Tag Team Champions, the Prophets of Rage -- but Petrow and McArthur were able to escape into the safety of the numerous Sychopaths at ringside to avoid a serious confrontation. [Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: Pork chops, huh? Makes me hungry... BL: I was under the impression that the Prophets had vowed never to go near the looney-tunes ever again. LM: I'm sure I've heard you say something similar in connection with the executive washroom on the top floor of the IIWF Tow... yowch! BL: Let's go to the next match, shall we? RESULT: Team Sychosys by submission. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 2. Marty Warnett vs. Scott "the Whine" Bloom ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to a highlights reel of the match:] Warnett came down the aisle with one eye hidden by a bandage, apparently as a result of the perfume sprayed by Chris Quigley during the four-way dance at Coronation Clash more than two weeks ago. Warnett's visibility was certainly impaired, and the "Whine" even came close to applying his devastating "Late Card" finisher on more than one occasion during the early going of the match, but once Warnett had adjusted to his disadvantage, he was ruthlessly efficient in his systematic dismantling of Bloom -- hitting him with many high-impact manoeuvres, including plenty of heavy-duty suplexes, and ensuring that he followed through on each move -- for example, grinding an elbow into the "Whine's" shoulder joint while he had an armbar cinched in -- displaying a slightly more aggressive style than in recent weeks. In the end, it was the Powerchord submission hold that got Marty the win. After the match, Warnett grabbed a "Quigley Sucks!" sign from a ringside fan, and paraded it around the ring. [Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] BL: You know what they say about you know what, Marty -- it makes you go blind. LM: Oh, please, Becky, there's no need for that. BL: I know you're just desperate for me, Marty, but I'm afraid you're just not my type. I prefer a man with enough testosterone to be able to grow a beard. LM: In any case, an impressive display from Marty Warnett -- sending out a strong message to both Simon Lebec and Chris Quigley. RESULT: Warnett by submission. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 3. Tony Starks vs. "Nifty" Ned Norton ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to a highlights reel of the match:] Following his walk-out during last Saturday's ten-man tag match, Starks tonight came out to a decidedly mixed reaction, and, perhaps reacting to the more negative stance of the crowd, almost seemed to return to the aggressive, relentless Tony Starks of old, turning his intensity up yet another gear, and wearing down Norton in a very efficient manner with his submission techniques. In the end, Norton was forced to submit in short order to the katha jime chokehold, but Starks refused to release the hold -- and only made the break when threatened with disqualification by the match official. Starks then confronted the official, and seemed ready to strike him when the Jobber Justice Squad stormed the ring -- only to be ejected summarily from the ring by Starks. After singlehandedly sending the JJS back to the locker room, Starks was joined in the ring by the Age of Rage -- Shadoe and Derek Rage, along with Medusa and Pizzazz and the Dirt Dog Unique Allah -- who formally invited Starks to join their "brotherhood." Starks accepted, to the jeers of the crowd, and the newly-enlarged group headed back to the locker rooms. [Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: Well, it looks like somebody has finally paid some attention to the Age of Rage's recruitment drive -- and Starks has turned his back on his comrades in the so-called "Black Pack", Ike Sampson, Creed and Mad Dog Watkins, in favour of the arguably more ruthless and intense Rages -- although I'd love to see representatives of those two groups go up against one another. Anything to add, Becky? BL: Sorry, no time. RESULT: Starks by submission. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 4. "The Intrepid" Ryan Howard vs. El Super Gecko ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to a highlights reel of the match:] Making his first IIWF appearance, Howard came out to a moderate crowd reaction, a few eagle-eyed fans apparently recognising him from his journeys elsewhere in the wrestling world, but by the end of the match, it seemed that most of the twelve thousand fans present had made up their minds whether to cheer or jeer this young man, who certainly lived up to his name, fearlessly taking out the Gecko in a very short space of time. Howard began his attack with a vicious brawling assault, backing the Gecko into a corner with multiple headbutts, right and left punches and jabs, knocking the wind out of him sufficiently to ground him in the centre of the ring with wear-down moves, slowing the pace with a reverse chinlock, a Boston crab, and so on. Stepping up the pace once again, Howard unleashed his high-impact offence: a double-arm DDT, a snap suplexes, piledrivers, and so on -- and by this stage, the Gecko was out on his feet. However, Howard elected not to go for the cover until he had hit his full-nelson belly-to-back bridging suplex, the Ragnarok, which dumped the Gecko on the back of his head and enabled Howard to get an impressive debut victory. [Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: And so another impressive newcomer makes his IIWF debut, Becky. BL: Pah, he's nothing special. LM: Your opinion wouldn't happen to be coloured by the fact that his agent refused to give you his phone number, would it, Becky? BL: Don't be ridiculous. Unlike that out-of-shape has-been, Steve Roberts, I don't have to canvass the lower classes to find a date. LM: Well, on that note, let's move on... RESULT: Ryan Howard by pinfall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 5. Hollywood Bloods vs. Pain Inc. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The camera opens to Clark Watson sitting on a bench in the back locker room. He is drinking what appears to be a bottle of beer. All of a sudden Doug Wayne walks in.] DW: Hey, Clark, what the hell are you drinking ? [Clark Watson finishes the beer.] CW: Liquid courage. DW: Why the hell are you drinking beer minutes before the match ? CW: Man with all the [bleep] that has been going on here in the past few weeks, I need something to take the edge off things. Last week I got hit by a fireball after having plastic toys thrown at me. I don't wanna even think about what's gonna happen this week. Pain Inc. is probably gonna bring shotguns to the ring and the IIWF suits will simply look the other way. DW: Don't ya think you're a little paranoid, buddy? CW: [Opens up another bottle of beer] Nah man, they're all out to get us. The other wrestlers, the fans, the suits, the referees. Hell, even that guy selling the IIWF t-shirts has been giving me dirty looks. DW: [shakes his head] Watson, just stop. How many beers have you had? CW: [lets out a burp] I lost count after fifteen. DW: Oh man. Well, this should be an exciting night. [Wayne then turns to the camera] Hello, people at home. I just thought I would say a few words while my tag team partner keeps on drinking. Pain Inc... I think your time is up. You guys were champions at one time and maybe somewhat respectable. But now? You guys are has-beens. Your time has come and gone. Now it is time for us to put you out to pasture. Better start packing. You can join teams like GWR, Rising Sun Revolution, and the Armed Forces in the IIWF's retirement home.  After tonight, the only fighting you'll will be doing will be over the TV remote control. [Looks over at Watson] DW: Are you ready for the match? CW: I've got beer muscles. Let's go. [Cut to the highlight reel as Watson gets up unsteadily and Wayne shakes his head:] Clark Watson was clearly a little the worse for wear in this match, and as a result, his partner, Doug Wayne, carried the majority of the serious wrestling in this bout -- although to be fair, there wasn't much. Pain Inc. put up a rather half-hearted assault against the Bloods, but found themselves left wanting when Watson serruptitiously used the beer bottle he was carrying throughout the match as a weapon -- and managed to score a pin on Hellraiser after smashing the bottle over his head. [Cut back to Larry and Becky in the studio.] LM: Pain Inc. really aren't looking like themselves at the moment, Becky. A loss to the Syndicate last week, and this week, they fall to the Hollywood Bloods, who have finally turned around their run of bad luck with a good, not-so-clean victory. BL: And I'm supposed to care? Next! RESULT: Bloods victory. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 6. Licensed for Devastation vs. The Harlequins ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to an old piece of film, captioned "November 12, 1972" The Puppet Master holds up a championship belt after a gruelling match. The voice of Tim Dross is heard:] TD: He was one of the most brutal man in the sport. The Puppet Master, also known as Peter Quinn, a former seven time World Tag Team Champion, combined a brutal submission style with a terrifying psychological attack that made him to be a man to be feared and respected. Winning each of his titles with a different partner each time, some said that there would never be another wrestler like him. [Home movies show The Puppet Master backstage with his wife and two sons. One is about seven, the other a baby.] TD: But the Puppet Master knew better. Little did anyone realize that his two sons, Travis and Christopher, would grow up to become two of the most talked about wrestlers in the sport today. [Still photos show Travis growing up and competing in ametuer wrestling events from high school to college.] TD: Travis Quinn, would follow in his fathers footsteps by winning titles in for his high school and college team, and even go so far as to place in the US Olympic Wrestling team. A chip off the old block, no one would suspect just how much he would follow in his father's footsteps. ["#1 Crush" plays as Travis Quinn now appears as many of the IIWF fans now know him.] TD: The psychological tactics that his father taught him, allowed Travis Quinn to create a persona that mocked his opponents. On a cold night in January 1996, Travis and his then girlfreind Julie entered the pro ranks and brought home what would be the first in a series of championship belts, but more importantly... The Harlequins were born! [A clip dated "April 5, 1997" shows Tragedy and Chaos defeating Night Patrol for the now defunct IIWF United States Tag Team Championship.] TD: In the next few weeks, I will bring you the inside story on how a normal young man was shaped into the heartless leader of an organization of bizarre individuals. [Pics of Chaos, Comedy, Melody and the strange new Harlequin.] And we will see not only who follows him, but why. And when all is said and done, find out whether or we should have asked in the first place. [Cut to footage captioned, "This Week." Tim Dross is sitting on a park bench eating a sandwich when Chaos of the Harlequins sits down next to him.] HCh: Mr. Dross. [Startled, Dross nearly chokes on his macaroni and jelly sandwich. But gains his composure.] TD: [coughing] Uh, Chaos! HCh: Mr. Dross sir. I uhh, [looks at the ground] I want to apologize for the way I snapped at you last month. [looks up] I guess I was out of line. We were kinda on edge that day and... you know. TD: Well, no harm done. I accept your apology. HCh: [smiling] Really? Thanks! TD: Could I just ask you a question? HCh: Shoot! TD: What's going on with the four of you? First, your brother turns on his friends in the ESWP, then you're throwing everything but the kitchen sink at your opponents in tag matches. [Chaos pulls a small notepad and a pen out of his pocket and starts writing.] TD: What are you doing? HCh: Never thought about a kitchen sink. I'm writing it down so I don't forget. TD: Could you answer my question first? HCh: Okay, why are we doing that...? We just feel like it. TD: That's it? HCh: That's it. TD: You're blatantly disregarding the rules and endangering lives solely because you just feel like it? HCh: You got a better reason? TD: Well, In my opinion there's no reason for you to be doing this! HCh: Well, there being no reason is all the more reason do it anyway. TD: Whatever, any comments on your match against Licensed for Devastation this Wednesday? HCh: You need a license for that? And to think all this time we've been devastating everything without going through the proper channels. Oh well, I never cared for all that red tape anyway. TD: So what are you saying? HCh: Well, the six of us were talking and we decided that no one was going to stand in they way of us getting the World Tag Team Titles. So if Licensed for Devastation wants to get in the ring with us, I can only hope they have insurance. Well I gotta go. Bye! [Chaos gets up and leaves.] TD: Bye, Chaos. [Dross stops and thinks for a bit.] TD: Wait a minute! What do you mean _SIX_?! [Cut to the highlight reel:] It was a typically chaotic scene around ringside as Licensed for Devastation had the tough task of getting their first IIWF victory at the hands of the always formidable Harlequins, who are as dangerous for the tactics of their non-wrestling members as the undoubtedly impressive Tragedy and Chaos. Both the 'Quins relied on their submission background throughout the match, attempting to frustrate Starr and Reggie Chaos by slowing the pace of the match and preventing them from getting into their characteristic double-teaming rhythm. Meanwhile, on the outside, Harlequins Comedy and Melody were in the crowd, handing water pistols around the ringside fans, who took great delight in squirting whichever member of LFD was unfortunate enough to be on the apron at that moment. The match looked to be going the Harlequins' way, when Reggie Chaos made the hot tag to the powerful Starr, who sliced through the Harlequins like a hot knife through butter after a lengthy period of rest on the outside while his partner took the punishment at the hands of Tragedy and Chaos -- but LFD were robbed of a possible victory by the outbreak of total bedlam on the outside. The mysterious bandaged and as-yet-unnamed fifth Harlequin burst out of the crowd and attacked Reggie Chaos on the apron, prompting the match to spill out of the ring and into the ringside area, where both teams were counted out. After the melee had been broken up by security, and Chaos and Melody had led the deranged unnamed Harlequin to the back, Tragedy seemed highly dissatisfied with the situation, but Comedy simply said, "Hey, he's your cousin!" before the two headed to the back. [Cut back to the studio.] LM: A chaotic tag encounter in the Coliseum tonight -- and not least because it featured two wrestlers called Chaos. BL: Ooh, Larry made a funny! LM: [embarrassed, shifting in his seat] No, it was my chair, I swear. I haven't touched the beans in the IIWF cafeteria all week. BL: Moron. LM: But what about that fifth Harlequin, Becky? BL: Yet another genetic aberration from the Harlequins. I have to wonder what their mother looked like. RESULT: Double countout. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 7. Scott Rogers vs. "Real Deal" Luke Steele ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LM: This match didn't even take place -- since Luke Steele was the victim of more Genesis skullduggery from his opponent Scott Rogers, who faked an injury in order to get the jump on the "Real Deal". [Cut to footage captioned, "Earlier Tonight." Scott Rogers is seen walking towards the ring area on crutches with his right leg heavily taped up. He gets into the ring and asks for the mic. He holds it with his right hand, though he manages to hold himself up by placing the crutch under his arm.] SR: Lukey, Lukey, Lukey. I know how much this match meant to ya, and how much you really wanted to - what is it you say? - kick my ass tonight, right? That's real great, but I know you Lukey. You wouldn't want a tainted win, would ya? You wouldn't want the win over me when I'm less than 50% would ya? [Rogers puts his head down, pausing, then lifts it again like a shot. He drops the mic to the floor but can still be heard saying, "Like hell you wouldn't." He then nails swiftly hoists one crutch up and nails Steele around the head with it to a massive heel pop. A brawl between the two breaks out, which bring out both Serge Annis and the Phoenix to make it two-on-two. The fans begin hurling debris into the ring as the Genesis men get the upper hand, but the situation is finally defused by the arrival of security at ringside. Cut back to the studio.] LM: So the bell didn't even ring to start the match, and another brawl ensued. BL: Ending in "Happy Meal" Luke Steele getting his clock cleaned. LM: I certainly hope that somebody -- anybody -- is going to be able to halt Genesis' reign of terror here in the IIWF sooner rather than later. RESULT: No contest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 8. Dog Collar Match:    Derek Mota vs. "Showstopper" Simon Lebec ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LM: This is a little embarrassing. Steve Roberts and Tim Dross were despatched to the Coliseum tonight to be at ringside to call the action for this match, which had already been rescheduled from last Saturday Night's show, but a lighting failure tonight meant that the video recording of the match is not of broadcast quality. Let's take a look... [Cut to extremely dark, grainy video captioned, "Earlier Tonight." Two shadows can vaguely be seen moving around in the gloom, although the soundtrack is not impaired, the commentary of the announcers and the cheers of the crowd being very evident:] TD: Oh my, what a move! SR: Yes! Choke him out, Lebec! Yeah, buddy! TD: Mota -- he can't breathe! Lebec has him hung over the ropes! This is dreadful... the referee should stop -- oh my! And Mota with a wild kick to the lower abdomen, and that shot was somewhere south of Antarctica! SR: It's all about the studded collars, baby dolls! Damn, can you see my biscuits, Dross? [The murky wrestling continues. Cut back to the studio.] LM: Coliseum management are blaming the failure on a faulty generator, powering the all-important over-ring lighting, and while the match proved watchable and very exciting for the fans, the footage is certainly not of broadcast quality. Nonetheless, let's take you to some edited highlights of this great match, beginning with some comments from Simon Lebec before he went out to the ring, addressing his absence from the Coliseum last Saturday Night in an interview conducted by the lovely Becky earlier tonight: [Cut to footage captioned, "Earlier Tonight." Simon Lebec, wearing a "Triumvirate: Brighter Than Ever" t-shirt, and with a dog collar strapped around his neck, is seated in his locker room. Becky LaRue's voice is heard over, apparently speaking from a remote studio.] SL: I'm strapped.  Strapped and ready to show this Canuck how we do it in Hollywood! BL: So where are the whips and chains? SL: Still in your closet, no doubt.  Can it, Becks.  I've listened to enough crap for one week. BL: And dished it out.  So Simon, where were you last Saturday night?  I heard that you spent all Friday night out drinking with some associates, and that you were too hung-over to wrestle. SL: Please!  That story has more holes in it than your cervical cap!  The truth of the matter is, as I've said all along, is that once again... yours truly is the fall guy for the IIWF big wigs' incompotence! I was here, Becks.  You know that.  Hell!  I had to bar the damn door to keep you out! The fact of the matter is, they screwed up!  They screwed up and forgot to bring a damn dog collar.  So, they fabricate some lame-assed story about me not showing.  Shit!  You have to take back a few late movies to the Blockbuster, and you're branded a wimp!  But tonight... heh... tonight, I brought my own dog collar.  Tonight, they'll have no excuses.  And tonight, I'll show the people how to walk a dog.  A dog by the name of Mota! LM: So there are no truth to the rumours, and you are ready to fight? SL: Morton, when they told you that you'd get that pay raise last month, did you actually believe them?  LM: Well... I did put the down payment on the... SL: And when they said that I got fined... news to me.  I ain't any poorer.  It's a sham to ruin my rep, and to cover their ass!  Didn't show up?  Give me a break!  If Spreadbury was captain of the Titanic, he'd tell everyone that we were stopping for ice!  And Mota?  He ain't no top dog! Just another bitch!  And tonight's mating season... and "The Showstopper" is feelin' a bit frisky! [Lebec leaves. Cut to the grainy highlight reel: Lebec makes his way down the aisle. His attention is diverted by a particularly voluptuous fan leaning over the crowd barrier, asking the "Showstopper" for his autograph, and Lebec duly obliges. However, as he reaches the ring, the video wall kicks in, showing Marty Warnett backstage.  He's dressed casually wearing jeans and an "IIWF - Old Generation Rocks!" t-shirt.  He's holding a crumpled piece of paper.] MW: Well, well, well, if it isn't Simon Lebec, the world's biggest flea in a dog collar [crowd pop]. Since you seem to be tied up, I'll be brief.  You, pal, just signed the biggest mistake of your whole career.  You see, Pepe LePew, this contract that you put your monicker on forces you, this Saturday, to a Steel Cage bout versus the one true Party Maniac in this fed. [Marty pauses as the crowd go nuts.] MW: Yeah, buddy boy, you remember the interview segment area?  The one where you showed everybody just how good LaRue really was?  Saturday night, there will be Cage constructed there. Welded to a steel base.  As soon as we're both in there, the door _will_ be welded shut - no way in, no way one.  Mano y mouseo. [crowd pop big-time]  No DQ, no countout.  A battle 'til one of us can't get up.  And believe me, buddy boy, we _all_ know you can't get up ... And if you don't show, or send your flunky, well, Simian, read Clause Four -- you'll be suspended indefinitely. [The crowd erupts in a huge pop as Lebec seems to have a fit in the ring, although the quality of the video is such that it's not clear whether he's jumping with joy or anger. Mota makes his entrance, and as both men's collars are attached, we cut to brief edited highlights of the match:] An incredibly competitive match that went well over the thirty minute mark was witnessed by those in the Coliseum close enough to the ring to be able to see the action. Lebec and Mota were strapped together at their dog collars by a twelve-foot length of chain, the only way to win the match being to touch each of the top turnbuckles in turn without interruption. In the early going, Mota showed that he didn't consider the chain a great impediment to his aerial skills, flying from the turnbuckles onto a felled Lebec, and knocking the "Showstopper" to the canvas with dropkicks and double-axe handles from the top. At one point, Mota even vaulted over the top rope to the outside and began to run up the aisle, hotshotting Lebec on the top rope, but also doing some damage to his own neck, which was jarred by the impact. Thus the match spilled outside onto the concrete, with Lebec and Mota battling for supremacy on the arena floor; Lebec's tactic was clearly to get Mota close so that he could use tactics like jamming the thumb into his eye, whacking him with steel chairs, and hanging him over the ropes by the chain in an effort to put as much strain on Mota's neck as possible. However, Mota managed to weather the storm, and it was only when Lebec's "hired help," the burly Francois, joined in the attack, and physically beat Mota senseless before restraining him as Lebec casually walked around the ring, touching the turnbuckles and securing the victory. At the head of the aisle, Rogers and Annis, the only two members of Genesis in attendance for the evening, seemed to find the whole situation very amusing, but once Mota was unlocked from his collar, he headed up the aisle after his enemies, and they apparently engaged in a further brawl in the locker room. Meanwhile, Lebec had a few comments in the ring: [Cut to more grainy video footage. Lebec is in the ring, bleeding profusely from the hardcore battle.  He grabs the mic:] SL: SHUT YOUR TRAPS!  I got something to say!  You know, when I heard that the IIWF made up this little lie about me not showing up last Saturday night, I was pissed!  I was there.  The guys in the back know it, and most of all... Dirt Dog knows it!  When he found out that this match would decide who'd face him for the title, he... not me... got real yellow, real quick!  I don't know if they convinently forgot the collar, or did little the rotten Muslim have something to do with it?!  Dirt Dog, I don't care about fed policy, and I don't care about you.  If you're a real champion, then come out right now and prove it.  I still got the collar. Be my dog, just like Mota. [Suddenly, Dirt Dog bursts into the ring, apparently having come out of the crowd, and a shadowy brawl breaks out in the gloom, the crowd giving a huge pop as Lebec and Allah go at it. Security pour into the ring. Cut back to the studio.] LM: Well, fans, our apologies for the poor quality of that footage, but I'm sure you'll agree that it was certainly a fabulous match -- and another great match now in prospect, as Simon Lebec and the Dirt Dog are scheduled to face off at Midsummer Madness at the beginning of September. BL: A good victory for Lebec, Larry. Mota can't afford to focus on Genesis if he's going to challenge for the Cruiser title. LM: Indeed not, Becky. Well, folks, we're right out of time for tonight. We apologise for the continued technical difficulties -- our regular producer was called out of the Tower earlier this week when his basement was flooded, so we wish him well and hope he'll be able to return next week. BL: Personally, I hope he drowns. LM: Please try and be charitable, Becky. Don't forget, folks, all that incredible action coming your way this Saturday Night, including the first title defences of the new World Champion, Requiem, and new Intercontinental Champion, Creed, and much more. I'll see you on Friday with the "Countdown to Saturday Night," so until then: so long, and thanks for watching! [The credits roll. 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+