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The lights flicker and the monitors switch themselves on as Gabrielle and Requiem enter.] RQ: I grow weary of the slanders spread by the IIWF broadcast team as     they _hide_ behind their announcing desks. Let me make this     absolutely crystal clear: Genesis is _not_ New Generation, and never     will be. This "New Gen" and "Old Gen" nonsense you seek to use     against us is simply that: Vile nonsense spread to discredit us.     Brian Lau whines about "not paying our dues", Roberts bitches about     "we don't give the 'old' gen enough respect"...     G: I've only just got back from Hong Kong, and even there I could see    what a crock you guys were selling. Where is it written that Genesis    doesn't respect the so-called "old gen"?     RQ: Nowhere! It is true that I do not respect _any_body in the IIWF     outside Genesis on a personal level... G: [Interrupting] But if you think that's such a great sin, why don't    you ask Steve Robert's why he doesn't 'respect' Chris Quigley? When    was the last time Ronnie Paris was on Casey James' Christmas list?     RQ: But you can be DAMN sure that I respect the wrestling ability of each and every one of the wrestlers in IIWF. To do otherwise would be the height of stupidity, and despite what some of the so-called "stars" in the IIWF may think, I am not a stupid man.     G: [smirking] Damn right he's not. You might not like Genesis, _boys_,    but you gotta admit, for a bunch of so-called "cartoon characters"    they're effective enough to win some gold. Why? Because while you    idiots were laughing behind our backs we were planning, we were    scheming, we were looking at all your weaknesses while you didn't    bother looking for ours.      RQ: We are a team that is totally ruthless. A team that will do     anything... will do _everything_ to win! We pulled out all the stops     whilst the rest of the IIWF grew complacent. The IIWF has nobody to     blame for our success but themselves, but that is a fact that the     IIWF will never admit to itself.     G: And that, boys and girls, is the Gospel according to Requiem. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mad Dog Watkins ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The "Monday Musings" set in all its familiar glory.  The lights shine bright on the gold belt of the new IIWF Intercontinental Champion.  Slowly the camera pulls back from the opening closeup of the belt to reveal the new owner - Mad Dog Watkins.  Watkins is fresh from his callous and deplorable betrayal of the rookie sensation Creed - an act that left a legion of fans shocked and the IIWF title scene in chaos.  Sweat drips off of the ebony frame of Watkins, whose nose is covered by a bandaid from the recent match.] MDW: "It ain't personal... it's only business." [Mad Dog smirks and runs his hand across the gold front of the Intercontinental belt which he drapesa over his massive shoulder.] MDW: You liked your new toy, pup.  Sorry I had to take it away.  In fact, sorry I had to take it all away.  The trust... the friendship... the *ahem*...FAMILY.       But if there's one thing you should have learned the whole damn time -- it's that I don't really give a damn about anyone but me in the ring.       I liked you kid.  I really did.  But I ain't no one's second fiddle. And you - you had what I wanted.  And me - I had your number.  Even if it took five long months of playing stupid and swallowing my pride to get it.      They say "You can't teach an old dog new tricks" so you really shouldn't be too surprised.  I told you not to forget the past.  If you'd paid more attention, you'd have remembered what I did to Buttercup.  If you weren't so blinded by emotion, you'd have remembered that I owed you more than anyone for Ring Wars III.      Hell... if you'd paid attention - you still might be Intercontinental Champion.  But you didn't... and you ain't. Welcome to the real world kid.  Payback's a bitch.  But you know that... don't you? [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ike Sampson ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Ike Sampson sits alone in a nearly-darkened locker room, slowly rotating his arm above his head, in an effort to alleviate some of the pain in his cracked ribs.] IS: Well, well... I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks, can you?! My fault, I guess... everybody told me don't trust the Mad Dog.  He's a snake in the grass that'll stab you in the back at the drop of a hat.  But I didn't believe 'em... until now.  You got me good, Mad Dog.  Me 'n Creed both.  But it won't happen again. This time I'm ready for ya.  Fool me once, shame on you.  But fool me twice... shame on me. You turned your back on Creed, Dog.  Big mistake.  You turned your back on me.  Bigger mistake.  You turned your back on your fans.  But even bigger than that, you turned your back on _my_ fans.  Unforgivable.  My fans took you in, cheered you on.  And you played them all for fools.  And made me look like the biggest chump of all.  BIG mistake. So you be ready, Dog.  I'll get my shot at the gold.  I don't care who I have to go through to get it... that was my shot Saturday, and you took it away from me.  You bring your happy little masked friend... I got something for his ass, too.  You better believe that... And Creed... call me, man.  Call somebody.  I still got your back.  Dog... get ready.  You ain't even _seen_ payback yet. And that's the truth... [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Sychosys" Joe Petrow ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut backstage to Joe Petrow, gracing the normal IIWF interview area with his presence for the first time in a long while.  Petrow stands with the U.S. title belt, neither happy nor upset with the events of the previous Saturday, just wearing the look of a man who put in a hard day at the office.] JP: I normally don't like leaving things unfinished, but it became     apparent I was going to need more than one session of counseling to     cure what ails him, so I just collected the deposit to be sure     he comes again.  You're a very strong man, Deathbringer, but you're     still just a man.  And next time, I ain't gonna take 1-2-3 for an     answer.  Next time you will break.  And you will be ours.     Musashi, I hope you listened long and hard to what I had to say     today.  You're standing on the shoreline right now.  Time is running     out.  If you don't move for the high ground soon, the tide will     swallow you for good.  I've done my part.  The rest is up to you.     What I must do now... is make sure the IIWF Championship [Petrow pats his belt] is defended with honor.  And Requiem... Verhoeven... I will do that.  Mark my words. [Petrow walks away. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Deathbringer ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF interview area. Deathbringer is standing in the middle of the screen] DB: Enough is enough... Too long have I been kind to you mortals, too long did I show mercy towards those who did not deserve it... I am the King of Destruction, and whatever Requiem tells the wrestling world, I am STILL the true Master of Darkness and it is time to show you what this title means, not only to me, but to the whole IIWF... About a year ago, darkness engulfed this league and as the dust cleared it was the standard of Death which had been planted on top of all those mortals bodies, the bodies of those who stepped into the way of the Dark Destroyer... The Reaper ruled the IIWF in those days, and it is about time for him to regain what rightfully belongs to Death itself... [Pause] DB: Genesis... you have what I long for... And I do not necessarily mean the gold, but I mean the souls of Serge Annis and Requiem...The two of you succeeded in doing what no one has ever done before... You made me feel wrath... and you awoke a beast within me, a beast of whose presence I was not aware before... [Pause] DB: Another holy war is about to begin... A war between two generations... A war between honor, pride, justice ... and Genesis... A war, at the end of which the eyes of all those Genesis members will stud my crown... [Pause] DB: Death has many faces... I will show you all of them... Mortals, prepare to meet your maker! [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The camera opens with a shot of an empty IIWF interview area. A commotion can be heard breaking the silence and the startled cameraman quickly pans left to a set of doors. The noise gets louder and then the doors swing wildly open and in storms Brody Thunder. He's covered in sweat and obviously angry having just come from his confrontation with one Steve "the Fury" Kowalski. He kicks a chair from his path sending it crashing against the back wall. He notices the camera and steps in front of it.] BT: Hey tenderfoot... get that thing on me right now! [The camera focuses in on a waist up shot of Thunder.] Kowalski...! Yer makin' a biiiig mistake, m'man, if ya think I'm gonna jus' roll over an' let ya badmouth me like ya do alla them other losers. Ya wanna get in _my_ face? Ya wanna get my attention? Don't flap yer piehole behind my back... ...it ain't healthy, pal. Ya better hear what I'm sayin', Kowalski... if ya get in my business again... I'll make _you_ my business. That ain't no threat either, son... [Thunder drives his fist into his open hand with a smack.]     ...it's jus' the way it's gonna be. [Thunder kicks over a table of beverages as he storms off camera. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Camera shows a scene from "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley's locker room, where he sits in street clothes, feet propped up on a table, watching IIWF Saturday Night on his monitor.  Steve Kowalski and Brody Thunder are in the ring, and Kowalski's words are audible: "Crawled out from under yer rock, bull-milker?  Ya talk a lot of [BLEEP] fer a guy who gets pinned by mid-carders.  That's right... mid-carders." As soon as those words leave Kowalski's mouth, the camera spots Quigley's facial expression turn to one of smoldering rage.  His foot snaps like lightning and kicks the monitor off the table, sending it into a useless heap on the floor.  Quigley gets to his feet and knocks his chair out of the way.  He storms by the camera, and he can be heard saying...] CQ: Mid-carder?!  I'll show that God damn [BLEEP] who the mid-carder is! [The camera swings around to show the doorway.  Quigley is gone, and the door is wide open, and a commotion can be heard in the coridor, presumably IIWF security trying to stop Quigley from heading out to the ring at that very moment.  The scene fades.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Scott Rogers ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Scott Rogers stands before an IIWF backdrop with the word "Genesis" embossed on it. He is wearing only his wrestling trunks, with a pair of dark glasses covering his eyes and he holds a blood-soaked towel over his nose. He mops his nose then holds the towel by his midsection. Unsurprisingly he speaks rather more nasally than usual!] SR: Mota, better luck next time... _pal_. What a waste o' my time and yours that match really was. Knew it would be. I'm gettin' fed up o' wrestlin' guys like you and Steele ya know. Yeah, I wanna wrestle someone who at least _thinks_ they can give me a challenge, and it looks like this scrote Joe Petrow could be the very man. Yeah, he gives me a _sweet_ broken nose out here tonight and probably finds it funny makin' me look almost as bad as he does. Petrow, you're livin' on borrowed time, my friend. You seen what happens when some guy with crap for brains tries to destroy Genesis single-handed. They get... oh yeah, I almost forgot, you ain't a loner like Mota are ya? [Rogers laughs] You've got that guy McArthur to help ya out. Bring him along. Two to six ain't _that_ bad odds. [Rogers pauses and again tends to his nose with the towel.] Well, it is, actually, but _anyone_ stupid enough to try and spoil the perfection that is Scott Rogers just has to accept 'em. And if ya don't, Petrow... well, I'll just hafta make ya! [Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Highwayman ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to Adam Smith standing in the IIWF interview area. He cocks one of his flintlock pistols at the camera before speaking:] HWM: Mota, you have surprised us all.  We knock you down, you get back up.  We knock you down again and once more, you get to your feet.  If you are hoping we will applaud your tenacity, you are sadly mistaken. For since you broke ties from Genesis, we have gone from strength to strength; winning belts, gaining new, more powerful members, and holding the entire IIWF under siege.  You are little more than an irritating itch, one that I will eradicate on Saturday.  How much longer will your luck hold out Mota?  You show your stupidity by continually aligning yourself against us, suffering defeat after defeat, risking injury every week.  You have a short memory too Mota.  It was only a month or so ago that I put you in hospital with a suspected broken neck after hitting you with my Daylight Robbery.  Must I repeat my actions but with more vigour, must I destroy you with _the_ most deadly finisher in the federation?  Do yourself a favour Mota, come Saturday, end this idiocy... before I end your career. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Derek Mota ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to the backstage area immediately after IIWF Saturday Night.  EMTs are helping Derek Mota back to the dressing room after his second altercation with Genesis of the night.  Mota is holding his back in pain, obviously having suffered much damage from a Power Bomb by Requiem onto the IIWF World Title, several Choke Slams by Serge Annis onto the concrete floor and a Daylight Robbery by Highwayman earlier on in the evening.  As they walk by the interview podium, Mota just shoves the EMT's away, and stumbles onto the area.] DM: Wait a sec ... Genesis, is that the best you can do?  Five against one, two attacks in one night, but here I am, still standin'.  What, you tryin' ta tell me you're the toughest guys in the world, when five of ya can't even put out one little weasel like me?  Everybody here knows that if there was five of me against any one of ya, you'd see somethin' different.  Hell, put ONE of me in the ring with any one of ya, and ya wouldn't step into the ring again! I got me somethin' ta say about Duncan Macbeth.  Ya little tosser, I may never have liked ya, but you've got the same idea as me right now.  I owe ya one, buddy. So Genesis, you think I'm gonna give up here?  You think one little loss is gonna make me go away?  Nothin's gonna make me go away!  You can guarantee that next Saturday, I'll be right in your faces again, ready to take another poundin' from all of ya, but it's worth it just for the poundin' I give ya MYSELF! This last one's for all of ya IIWF'ers who keep whining about Genesis.  You keep whining about the New Generation, and how they've got it easy.  You bunch a' losers, get off your fat asses at do somethin' about it!  If anyone's the epitome of Generation X, it's you!  I'm tired of bein' the only man with enough guts ta step inta the ring with them.  You wanna prove what a buncha hacks they really are?  Then just follow my lead. See ya next week, Highwayman. [Mota stumbles off the set, and is caught by the EMTs, who continue to help him back to the dressing room. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Duncan Macbeth ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Fade up on Duncan Macbeth standing in the IIWF interview area moments after his latest encounter with Otto "The Butcher" Verhoeven, dressed in his street clothes, arms folded across his chest, and a smug, cocky look on his face despite the angry purple welt creasing one side of his face and a trace of blood in the corner of his mouth, staining part of his newly-grown ruddy beard a dark red.  Macbeth's green eyes sparkle merrily as he strokes his chin and chuckles to himself before focusing on the camera.] DM: Heh heh heh... poor wee Otto, all 'e wants t' do is get 'is hands on tha' World belt, an' everyone keeps spoilin' 'is plans!  Now, apparently, 'tis all MY fault tha' he's no' wearin' tha' strap 'round 'is waist instead o' tha' reject from th' Outer Limits, Boy Requiem.  An' I'm proud t' say - GUILTY AS CHARGED! Y'see, Verhoeven, tha's life in th' IIWF, an' cryin' about it's no goin' t' solve th' matter!  Except this time, Teutonic Toddler, all yuir whinin' an' moanin' an' bellyachin's only goin' t' get ye more grief than ye'll ever want in this world!  At th' Clash, I only did wha' I HAD t' do t' keep yuir meddlin' Hausfrau out o' me hair!  I fought fire WITH fire, an' tha' time, it cost ye dearly.  I would hae been willin' t' leave th' matter at tha', but ye had t' keep whimperin' like a lost schoolboy... "I want Macbeth!  I want th' World Title!  I want a cookie!  I want a fresh diaper!" Well, this Saturday, tosser... this Saturday, ye're goin' t' get all ye've been cryin' for.  An' then some.  Ye've run roughshod o'er th' IIWF for far too long, an' 'tis high time someone stood up t' yuir bullyin' ways.  Someone like ME.  Tell Heidi t' bring her nurse's kit, ye great walkin' Bierfass, 'cause ye're goin' t' be in dire need o' bandages, splints, compresses an' sutures after THIS tussle, mark me! [Macbeth leans into the camera, grinning confidently, his jade eyes glittering with disdain.] DM: Ye're goin' t' need a bleedin' _transfusion_, wha'... [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Phoenix ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: A tight shot of the image of a Phoenix.  The shot zooms out to show The Phoenix with his palm outstretched toward the camera.  He stands in the IIWF interview area.] TP: Eight moons have passed since Genesis felt the sting of     Deathbringer, Luke Steele, and The Phoenix.  During that time, I     have come to recognize the disdain which others in the IIWF have for     Genesis.  But Requiem, Highwayman and the others... you know this     all too well.  You challenged the IIWF on Saturday night, and had I     been in Portland I would have joined those opposing you.  Genesis,     you sought glory ahead of honor and now you shall be the hunted.     Serge Annis... you seek to prove your worth to Genesis by defeating     me?  You, who have felt the sting of Shinja Chow before me, now     challenges he who serves the master of the fire?  The demons in your     head have convinced you that the path to acceptance in Genesis runs     through The Phoenix... and you have listened to them.  That is your     mistake to make.     Whether you know it or not, Serge Annis, we have met often in the     ring without having met at all.  I _do_ know you... and you do _not_     belong in Genesis!  I accept your challenge! [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Timothy N. Turner ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Fade up on an interior shot of the IIWF Coliseum, after the fans have all left after the Saturday Night card. A number of waiters are cleaning up after Timothy N. Turner's ringside party. Turner himself is there speaking to a departing Becky LaRue and an approaching Steve Roberts.] TNT: Thanks for coming Becks. Tell Duncan I'll be there in about an hour. Oh, hi Steve. What are you still doing here? The party has moved over to the Ace of Clubs. SR: I was hoping you still had some of that fine champagne left. TNT: Sure! Russell! [One of the waiters moves quickly over to Turner and Roberts] R: Yes sir? TNT: Make sure Mr. Roberts gets a bottle of that champagne before he goes. R: Right away sir. SR: Now this is a man who knows how to party! TNT: Actually, I'm glad you're here. Do you think I could borrow that cameraman to make some comments? I'm a bust man and it would save me the time of coming into the studio. SR: Why not? [TNT turns to the camera and the smile washes away from his face.] TNT: Ryan Howard. Do you realize who you insulted when you shot off your ignorant mouth? Derek Mota, a man who is willing to fight all of Genesis single-handedly. Duncan Macbeth, a man who has repreatedly whipped former World champion Otto Verhoeven. Tonnage, a man who eats more than your body weight for breakfast. These were my guests. These are my friends. Any one of them could make you regret your words but it fell to me, as the host, to defend my guests honour. I needn't have bothered. You couldn't even beat my lowest underling, Kevin Christiensen. Howard, if you dare put a bad word to any of my guests again, you will feel the full brunt of the best-looking, sexiest, most-talented wrestler in the sport today. [Turner looks down briefly but then returns his gaze to the camera with a look of disappointment in his eyes.] TNT: As for you, Kevin Christiensen. I gave you the honour of being my manservent and you refused to give up your spot in the ten-man tag match. Then, while I was giving Sebastian Jericho the wrestling lesson of his life, while I was beating him pillar to post, and was seconds away from pinning him, you cost me the match! However, you did defend the honour of myself and my guests by beating Ryan Howard so I will give you one last chance. Beat Starks on Wednesday and MAYBE I'll let you keep your job. Okay Steve, let's head down to the Ace of Clubs. [Roberts turns to the camera and makes a cut motion across his neck. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kevin "the Cavalier" Christiansen ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Scene opens to Kevin Christiansen sitting at home, watching Saturday's matches on his VCR.  The tape is paused at the spot of Christiansen standing in front of TNT in the ring, with Turner wielding the ring bell and looking at Sebastian Jericho.] KC: Such cowardice I have not seen in quite some time.  Turner, thou wouldst attempt to injure a fellow wrestler, because those in power hadst seen thy cheating ways?  Poor, poor form.  As I hast said in the past, thou art a brigand of the worst form, and should be dealt with as such... harshly. [Christian fast-forwards the tape to the end of his match against Ryan Howard, to the point where TNT hit Howard with the axehandle.] KC: And to thee, Ryan Howard, I sincerely apologize.  I was unaware of Turner's transgressions in our match.  Hadst I known of this, I am sure things would possibly have ended quite differently.  Therefore, I wish to offer thee a rematch at some future time, hopefully without any fools marring what was otherwise an excellently fought contest... for the most part. [Christiansen shuts the TV off, and turns to face the camera.] KC: Finally, it has come to mine attention that I am to face Tony Starks this week.  I hast seen thy matches, Starks, and I am quite impressed with thy prowess.  I should hope that our contest should be a good one, and that the best man shall win. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "The Intrepid" Ryan Howard ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Scene: A dark, dampened space, probably to me taken lightly of heart by those with claustrophobia. Appearing to be a boiler room, or a back room of sorts, with an array of crates and planks scattered across the ground. Perched upon one is "The Intrepid" Ryan Howard, his head lowered, face masked by thick tendrils of smoke-like crimson.] RH: Well, Cavalier, I'll give it to you... ya put up one hell of a fight and really spurned my second match. But don't expect it to happen again. Nope... it only comes around once or twice, and rarely at that. Maybe I shouldn't have went out and messed with TNT, Fat Albert, and the rest of the gang... ah well. [Lifts his head, drawing a hand up to brush away the hair from his face, a dreadlocked stare burning in his eyes.] RH: But don't expect me to go all mushy and crap, either. Now get the hell out of here and let me be grumpy before I rip your face off and wipe my tush with it, comprende? [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Licensed for Devastation ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The camera opens to Reggie Starr and Jonathan Chaos, known around the IIWF world as Licensed for Devastation, in a cab, travelling to the site of Wednesday War Room.] RS: [BLEEP]  All of the [adopts a sarcastic tone] "big stars of the IIWF" get to ride in limos, and we have to pay for our own damn cab! JC: Truly, that corrupt little President, Dan Spreadbury, has bent us over once again.  He never ceases to amaze me.  First that cat incident, now this. RS: No, we are _not_ talking about the cat incident. JC: I have no intentions of it.  Let's talk about what we did to the Harlequins, shall we? RS: [evil snicker] Okay... well, we beat the hell out of all eighty of them with steel enforcement... is that a nice concise way of putting it? JC: There's only five of 'em. RS: Hell no... there's a lot more than five. JC: There's the two original ones... Tragedy and the [BLEEP]er that stole my name... the dude that wants to be a mummy... that chick with the bad voice... and the f[BLEEP]ed up one. RS: Well I'm be damned, there are only five... seemed like more when we took the chairs to 'em.  [sadistic laugh] Now then, I guess that there's quite a few tag teams on our tails in the IIWF... finally, we've been noticed. JC: Oh yeah, Reg, we've got competition... granted, we haven't won yet, but on Wednesday we get to kick the tar out of the Barnacle Brothers, and hell, once we get the first win, we're gonna forget how to lose. RS: That's right, Jon... whether you like it or not... the LFD is here... for good!  [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Violence Unlimited ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Jaguar and Mutilator stand before an IIWF backdrop backstage at the IIWF Coliseum.] MUTILATOR [M]: This weekend, Cold Spell, your short reign as tag team champions is about to come to an end.  Since Coronation Clash, you have been free of the pain we can cause you.  The reign has been enjoyable, we've permitted you to remain scratch-free.  But, as with anything else we do, there WAS a reason. JAGUAR [J]: The tag title shot was inevitable for us, and we KNEW beyond a shadow of a doubt that it would come sooner or later.  This Saturday... destiny comes, and the dream is fulfilled. M: The pinnacle of all wrestling is a World Title, and when one is attained you are at that pinnacle, the top of the mountain.  This Saturday is going to become known as the Ascension to Power by Violence Unlimited. The day... that we took over. J: We'd like to ask the IIWF something.  How will it feel when Mutilator and I are the best tag team around?  How will it feel when Genesis is stopped?  Most people probably expect the champions to be just that at Midsummer Madness, and Genesis to stay intact, but as far as we are concerned, this weekend is really Midsummer Madness, and this is the end of Genesis.  We aren't in this match just for the titles.  We're in it, to end your career. M: And... as for the "surprise" we've been telling you all about?  Maybe the "surprise" will be the end of your careers.  Maybe it will be us winning the titles.  And maybe, just maybe, it'll be the backup that comes with us to ringside. J: Whatever it is... it's our ticket to the tag titles, Cold Spell. Live... in fear. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Hollywood Bloods ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Fade up to the Hollywood Bloods standing before a simple IIWF backdrop. Clark Watson is looking all around while Doug Wayne stares at the camera:] DW: Well, another week is on the horizon for us. Last week we put Pain Inc. out to pasture. In with the new and out with the old. This week, we got the "big and bad" Prophets of Rage. We've run into you guys before outside of the IIWF. We know how tough you are, but we also know how to take you guys out. What do you think about the Prophets, Watson ? CW: They are tough and are one of the best teams inside or outside the IIWF -- but we will still kick them all over the ring. DW: I guess that is enough about that. Don't think we forgot about you Last Resort. Oh no, never. I know that you have been dodging us as of late. You are hiding behind your lawyers and the IIWF suits. One of these days we are gonna get you two little dirty, street dwelling Gypsies and kick your carcasses back to Mehico. And your filthy, cheap watch-selling manager is going to learn not to get in our way. Mr. Friday is it. Cute name. Well, Mr. Friday, when we get a hold of you, your disease-ridden ass is going to find itself waking up in a hospital room.  What about it, Watson? CW: Aren't the Last Resort fighting on Wednesday too? DW: I think they are. We might just have to make a special guest appearance during their match. Fans, don't miss this one. It could get very interesting. [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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+