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Respect to Icehawk! RQ: I worry about you since you returned from Hong Kong, little sister. But yes, you are correct. I believe Serge set right all those doubts people had about him. G : Whatever. Now all we gotta do is correct the doubts people have about Genesis. What about this punk James? RQ: Casey James is not a "punk," little sister, he is a dangerous man, and worthy of my respect, no matter what Dross and Lau say. G : Uh-huh. Okay. What about this challenge of his last Wednesday? [Requiem turns to camera, addressing Casey James directly] RQ: Genesis - mere pretenders to the throne the Syndicate sits in? No, Casey James - we sit in the throne you SAT in. You ABDICATED the throne when you ran from Genesis. We walked in, and the Syndicate walked out. I never faced you, James? You never faced me! The Syndicate went out with a whimper, not a bang! You want a match? If the IIWF sanctions it it's okay with me... G : What about acknowledging you on one knee if he loses? RQ: I don't care about acknowledgement from Casey James. It is worthless to me, besides we both know you wouldn't keep your word, don't we Casey? If you want to keep Genesis interested you're going to have to do better than that! [Fade out] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ike Sampson ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Ike Sampson stands on the IIWF soundstage in his street clothes, his shirt noticeably bulging from his taped ribs.) IS: Well, Dog, you said you wanted payback. Be careful what you wish for... somebody just might shove it down your throat. And that somebody may very well be ME. I'm gonna get that shot at my title. I said last week I'd go through anybody they put in front of me to get it. So who's first?!? Wednesday night, I get Luke Steele. Now, me and Luke, we've been friends since I got here. We even watched each other's back a time or two. We know each other pretty good. That said, Luke, you gotta know me good enough to know how bad I want this. And it's unfortunate that you have to be the first step, but that's just the way it's gonna be. It ain't nothin' personal -- not with you, anyway. With the Dog -- that one's all about personal. Mad Dog -- _you_ be afraid. _Very_ afraid. And that's the truth... [Fade out] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Luke Steele ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Fade up to the IIWF interview area, which is empty. Suddenly, Luke Steele rushes in, clad in street clothes which consist of an IIWF baseball cap, a pair of bluejeans, and an "IEWF-Nothing Like It t-shirt". Steele seems to be out of breath.] LS: Hey baby dolls, the Real Deal here. I just beat rush-hour traffic to get to the stadium, but I missed all the matches. However I did listen to it on the radio, and I heard the results. My take on everything? Firstly, Phoenix was robbed from what I heard. Serge Annis, you can't even win the UWF title fairly. To think you actually got a win over him, it sickens me. I'm putting out a challenge to you for next Saturday Night, Sergey. You cost me a win against Rogers, although so did that damn crutch. Either way, I want you in the ring, fire boy. And Ronnie... Brody Thunder, congrats on a win over Ron. But remember this, he's been off for a few weeks. You'd have an even tougher time when he's on top of his game. While I'm on the subject of making challenges, I'd like to officially put out the challenge to the tag team division of Genesis. Cold Spell, don't worry about losing those belts of yours, my challenge is a non-title one. I'd like to climb into the ring with you two, with either Ronnie or the Pheonix as my partner. Myself and either one of them could take you two down. Now, this Wednesday night I've drawn Ike Sampson. Ike, I don't have a problem with you, and it's a shame one of us have to lose. But I don't plan on that being me, so prepare to see Luke Steele in your nightmares, pal. [Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dexter St. Croix ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The camera opens on Dexter St. Croix and his "Posse" in the IIWF interview area. Dex is dressed in a black, green, and red Nike nylon sweatsuit, and is wearing a Miami Hurricanes cap over his short dreads. Two of the female members of his "Posse", decked out in bikini tops and khaki shorts, stand beside Dex to steady him, as Dex is still feeling the effects of the Tonnage splash powerslam. Dex raises his head to address the camera...] DS: Tonnage. Ya fought a great match t'night, big mon. And ya did somet'in' a lotta people haven't been able ta do... ya beat ol' Dex one-two-t'ree in da middle o' da ring. For dat, I gotta take me hat off to ya... [Dexter painfully reaches up and tips his 'Canes cap to the camera, then places it back atop his head] DS: We _will_ meet again someday, big mon, and ol' Dex will get his revenge. But for now, I got more pressin' t'ings I gotta do... [One of the girls retrieves a hand-rolled cigarette, places it between Dex's lips, and lights it with a Bic lighter. Dex inhales deeply and exhales, the blue smoke wafting upward around his face.] DS: Dirty Dog. Ya got somet'in' I want, mon... ya got da gold. And while I know da IIWF top cats don' t'ink ol' Dex 'as been around long enough to get a shot at ya, I jus' wanted ya ta know that I'm watchin' ya, mon, and I'm takin' notes. And when I finally get me shot, I don' plan on wastin' it, mon. [Dex gives the camera the two-fingered "peace" sign...] DS: Peace out. [The male members of the "Posse" surround Dex as he hobbles away, the girls by his side to steady him. Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tonnage ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF interview area, shortly after Saturday Night goes off the air. The ground seems to tremble as the huge, yet strangely eloquent, powerhouse known as Tonnage enters the scene...] T : Well well, I see that the IIWF has come to congratulate me on dicing yet another scrub hide in my typical dominant fashion. Oh sure, double J, you put up a fight... they all do. And like you found out, it does them no good. But at least you weren't as bad as Butler Boy... being Jamaican, you scared me for a bit there. That would have just ruined my weekend. Anyhoo, that's all in the past now. More urgent matters call for my attention at the present time, and that's why I've arranged for you to be here today. Firstly, there's this Warnett dope. Yet another hapless trollop, looking to get creamed. What is it that he calls himself? The Pooper Scooper? Nah, it's something about a party. So what are you, chump, the third Rocker? I'm sure your routine is a gas at family get-togethers. "I'm Leif! This is my brother Marty, and this is my other brother Marty!" If you'd bother to pay attention, you'd know that Queer Man is about the farthest thing from being my friend that you can get. Obviously, I have better taste than that. However, another thing you've missed on your little journey through the land of ignorant stupidity is that I already mentioned my past has little bearing on the present. Sure, I was the best before and I still am, but I'm not trying to *use* my past accomplishments as some kind of trampoline to a title shot. I'm too much of a professional to engage in that sort of menial hosebag behaviour. I've already established how dominant I'm going to be in this so-called greatest fed around, and things are only going to get worse for my opponents from here on. Don't worry about being left in the dark, though...soon enough, I'll do your colour man a favour and stomp you silly. Wouldn't want you to go through life not knowing what it's like to be obliterated by the best, now would we? Speaking of obliteration, I seem to have another match lined up. Now, I don't know who this clown is that I'm set to demolish. I've been told that he's somehow related to Shakespeare, the playwright. What that has to do with anything, I don't know. However, I do know this. If I'm put in the ring with this evolutionary throwback first, Jerich-off and the other twit won't have to worry about taking him on. You see, Shake-n-Bake, you're not the smallest of the slimeballs I've walloped in my days, but to put things in perspective for you? I've lanced boils that were more imposing. I've heard that Lord Byron was supposedly your toughest opponent. If that's the case, you had better be in for one helluva rough ride, maggot. Byron's never been more than a second rate hack next to the Beast. Best technical wrestler? Maybe so; that's immaterial. Best *overall*? Not even close. Basically, Shake-n-Bake...is gonna get Shook-n-Book, if you know what I mean. I'll just drop a quick line to Jerich-off while I'm at it. I noticed that you haven't had anything to say in response to my challenge, and all I can say about that is...not surprisingly. You always *did* breathe a little sign of relief every time you saw me in an IEWF ring, because you knew that you were safe whilst hiding behind that announcers' table. If you ever *do* get up enough of a backbone to face me, I'll be sure to snap it in twain for you. In fact, I just may take the opportunity after I douse the Spotlight. You never know... Anyway, that's all the time I have. Too many other things to take care of today, particularly preparation for Shake-n-Bake. Maybe some Stovetop... [Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ronnie Paris ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Ronnie Paris is standing in the centre of the shot just backstage in the IIWF Coliseum, but he is not alone. Technical crews are scurrying to and fro, carrying all manners of equipment. Paris pays them no heed as he stares intently into the camera, a little bit of blood oozing from his forehead where he took the trike shot and Cattlebuster.] RP: You know, for weeks I've been silent, but things aren't exactly as the IIWF would have you believe. First of all, I get stuck in the ring with Brody Thunder, and sure, he whoops on me pretty good, but... [Suddenly, Paris is cut off as the screen goes blank for a moment, then pops up with flowery text reading "Technical Difficulties - Please be Patient." The audio stays on, although scratchy, and sounds as if it could go out at any minute.] RP: [difficult to hear, as if he's far away] Geez, guys, did you have to start those repairs now? I mean... [Cut quickly to static, then the picture returns to normal for the next segment.] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [SCENE: Thunder storms onto the IIWF interview set, fresh from his appearance in the match between Steve Kowalski and Chris Quigley. His face is red and swollen from receiving the blows of the brawl. He appears to be almost laughing when he turns to the camera and begins speaking...] BT: Heh, heh, heh... Kowalski... ya better be payin' real close attention, hoss. What jus' happened out there weren't nuthin' more'n a wake-up call, ace. I want ya ta realize... I ain't foolin' around with ya anymore. This weren't a personal thing between us at first, "Fury". You thought you were the best... I know I'm the best. Ya could back me up as yer partner in that ten man tag match a few weeks ago an' cost me a victory an' worst... I was humiliated on national television... all cuz you couldn't do yer job. Fine. That's the way this sport is sometimes. But ya couldn't jus' leave it at that, could ya? Ya take my hat... ya go an'insult me... that's fine. It comes with the territory called being a professional wrestler. But... _but_... when ya come out there an' try an' severely injure me... try an' put me outta the profession I make my livin' at, providin' fer my family with... well, son... [Thunder looks into the camera and smile his evil grin.] ...I take that _very_ personally. So when I went out there durin' yer match with the universal crybaby Quigley... I weren't there ta give that punk a win. I was there ta give ya a taste o' what's comin' yer way next week, pal. A loss. An' it won't jus' be _another_ loss fer ya, amigo... [Thunder rubs his chin and looks away from the camera. He smiles and turns back to the lenses.] ...it's gonna be a loss at the hands o' the one man who can kick yer hide like no one else has. An' yer starin' at 'im. So get ready "Fury"... the Thunder's comin'. An' this time... [Thunder slaps his elbowpad with a sickening thwack.] ...I'm comin' fer _you_. [Thunder puts his hand over the lens and shoves it aside. Fade to black.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Timothy N. Turner ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Timothy N. Turner stands in the interview area with a big grin on his face. He is lazily spinning a pair of handcuffs on his finger.] TNT: That was sure a lot of fun! The only way that the card could have been any better was if it included yours truly, the sexiest, most talented, all-around most dominating wrestler in the sport today! Verhoeven! So you finally beat my good buddy, Duncan. I hope you realize that this only evens you up. One win. One loss. One draw. Why don't you go beat up Requiem so that the next time Duncan pummels you it will be for the IIWF title. I've got quite a week coming up. On Wednesday I get Bluto. On Saturday I get my former lackey, Christiansen. I don't know which will be easier. Here's my proclamation, Christiansen. If you can beat me on Saturday, I will give you your job back. If I beat you, which I will, I will stop paying any attention to you whatsoever. Do you have that? Do you want me to repeat it slower? [Fade out] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "The Intrepid" Ryan Howard ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Stepping into the dusk looking interview area, he runs his hands down the sides of his blue jeans, as if dusting them off, no longer "The Intrepid" Ryan Howard, but Ryan Howard.] RH: Duncie MacBeth.. looks like you and me, we get to tango Wednesday at the War Room. I'm not going to deny your talent.. what little you have.. or even make fun of you.. though you look like my third grade teacher. I'm gonna tell you that you had better wrestle the best of your life unless you want to loose to a newcomer like me, because that's what it's gonna take, your best. Heh, and I'm not even sure if -that- is enough. [Turning to walk away, he decides he might as well take this interview time for what it's worth, turning back to the camera with a wry grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eye. Moving back a little so that he is shown entirely, he throws his hands down in a "V" over his crotch, laughing all the while.] RH: Oh yeah, TNT, here's a bone in your eye. [Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Highwayman ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The Highwayman stands before the IIWF logo in the IIWF interview area, shortly after IIWF Saturday Night has gone off the air] HWM: You were warned Mota, did you believe you could cross Genesis without paying a heavy price? Do not make us destroy your career. The roads I travel are strewn with the carcasses of those that ignored my warnings, and to all the others that align themselves against us, take heed else you too will suffer a similar fate as Mota... One last thing, for you Mad Dog. You have come into possession of something I desire.. You would be wise to hand it to me before I am forced to take it! [Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chris Quigley ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: IIWF Interview Area, where a freshly showered Chris Quigley stands in jean shorts and a "Quickstrike Island" t-shirt, equipment bag over one shoulder. He's undeniably pleased, although the poker-faced Quigley hardly shows it.] CQ: Steve "The Fury" Kowalski. I've always said you were a great wrestler, and tonight, you proved it. But you never, ever showed me the same respect that I showed you, and that's probably one of _many_ reasons you lost tonight. I out-wrestled you, out-classed you, and out-worked you, and you know it! You've got all these problems with Brody Thunder right now, so I'm perfectly aware you may not have been as focused as you coulda been. You won't make that mistake the second time, and I'm positive there _will_ be a second time! [Quigley goes to walk away, but looks back at the camera...] CQ: As for you, Marty Warnett.... nah... I'll make you wait 'til Saturday Night to hear what I've got to say... [Quigley walks away this time, as the scene fades to black...] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Billy Shakespeare ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Billy Shakespeare backstage, he reconsiders the chits which sealed his fate earlier in the evening.] BS: Tonnage... Jericho... and everyone's favourite never-was, Ronnie Paris. "The Good... The Bad... and the Ugly." Gentlemen, you've had the misfortune to step into the spotlight... Tonnage, for you a line from Measure for Measure: "O! It is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant." For Jericho, this from Antony and Cleopatra: "I wish you all the joy of the worm." Paris, for you I have nothing but contempt... our short history together has been one tinged and blighted... but never settled. I'm sure you aren't expecting to see me come the third match, but I will be there. For you there WILL be the "Final Act." For you, from Romeo and Juliet: "One, two, and a third in your bosom." [Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Deathbringer ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF interview arena. Deathbringer is standing in the middle of the ring, wearing his cowl and holding a scythe in his right hand. He begin to speak in his low, growling voice] DB: Again we saw a more than weak performance by Genesis... Again, Requiem could not withstand the urge to interfere in a match... And again we saw that three of the IIWF's titles are not in the hand of men who deserve it... Genesis, if you think you can do whatever you like here in this league, and if you think that no one dares to step into your way... well then, you make a grave mistake... I _DO_ dare to step into your way and... I _DO_ dare to rip your head off... [Deathbringer's voice got louder during the last sentences, and it get's even louder as he now continues to speak] DB: In a few days you will meet Casey James and no matter what I think of him, I know that he would be a more deserving champion than you... And as I think about that upcoming encounter... Requiem, maybe I will come down to ringside, too, and ... [Deathbringer is shouting already, but as he says the next two words he is really starting to scream] DB: _MUTILATE YOU_! [Deathbringer raises his scythe and slashes out for the camera, which breaks. Fade to black as Deathbringer's diabolic laughter is heard] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Scott Rogers ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: An IIWF backdrop plastered with a 'Genesis' logo. Scott Rogers stands in centre screen with a large grin on his face. He wears a pair of black jeans and has a cross-and-chain around his neck.] SR: Yeah baby, like we promised: another successful night for the most powerful group of athletes ever assembled. Yeah, that's right, Genesis ruled the roost _yet again_. And that's the way it's gonna stay 'til we say differen't, and guess what, that ain't gonna happen! Seems like Joe Petrow thinks he's got somethin' Mota, Phoenix, Steele and so many others don't, but. Wants a shot at Requiem -- but Spreadbury's agreed I can beat him up first. Just think but, Petrow, I'm one o' the Champ's Culture Club. I ain't got no more skill than McArthur. If ya can't beat me what chance do ya got against the big man? Heh. You don't got none. And if ya do manage to get through me, you'll still need the payback for this broken nose you gave me. [Rogers begins wiping his eyes, as if crying - obviously sarcastically.] SR: And maybe that'll mean ya dream o' winnin' the World Title'll never come true. [Rogers laughs as we fade to black...] +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+