________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __| |\ /| /\ |\ | | /\ \ / | || | \ v v / | __| | v |/ \| \| __| /__\ \/ |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| | |\ /| |/ |/ \/ | | \/ | |\_// /\ |\ /| |__ | / __ /__ | v | | | / \ . |\ | / \ / \ | | | | \__ | | \| | __ \__ August 25 1997 | | | | \ | | | \__| \ ....................|..v_____/.|.|..|____|____/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Requiem ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF interview area, as Requiem & Gabrielle stalk into view. Requiem stares out into space, just outside the camera shot, seemingly addressing someone who cannot be seen.] RQ: If it's okay with you, Dan, I'm gonna ignore the situation with Otto     Verhoeven for the time being, because I've got something more     important to say. Is that OK? Cool.         Dan, I was listening to your speech...     G : [interrupting] You managed to stay awake through that?! RQ: Quiet, Gabrielle! Anyway, Dan...     "WE made the IIWF!"     "We made this federation succeed!"     "The only.... blah blah blah ... is because WE made it!"         Pretty damn egotistical of you guys, don't you think? Anyone would     think only you five guys were in the IIWF. What about men like Billy     Shakespeare, a former cruiserweight and intercontinental champion?     But I digress...         Okay, Dan, you five "made" the IIWF. Maybe you did. But Genesis     have been busy rebuilding in our image, and judging from the heat,     the intensity, the sheer damn FIRE burning inside the hearts and     souls of all the fans out there, we've done a damn good job of it!         People don't want to see two boyscouts walking out to the ring and     shaking hands before a borefest match, like you and Chris Kickme...         People _want_ blood! They _want_ action! They _want_ excitement!     They _want_ good... and they want EVIL! they _want_ to bay at the     moon when the bad guys do something particularly nasty!          Well, Dan, we've "provided" the evil and we've made a better job of     it than anyone who came before us!         That's what's getting to Casey James, isn't it, Dan? Come on, be     truthful here... he just can't handle the fact that maybe Genesis     have "out-evilled" the Syndicate. The smokescreen of "ooh, we don't     like your tactics" won't work. Maybe he's convinced himself, but he     hasn't convinced me. He's claimed, in the past, that our tactics     aren't that original. Gee, I wonder who might have used them before?     Maybe.... do you think it might have been The Syndicate, Dan? But the Syndicate were never as ruthless as we, and Casey James just can't stand that, can he?         But, I digress again.         Most of all, the people who want good and evil... they want the good     guys to win, right Dan? So, here we are, the "boys in the black     stetsons," just waiting for the big bad lawmen to come and run us out of town. Is it my problem if all the 'good guys' in the IIWF seem incapable of getting the job done?!         No, Dan! Hell no!         You want respect, Dan? That's the difference between me and you. You     want all those fans out there to respect you, to like you. You     _want_ something from them, you _need_ something from them. I don't.     I give the fans what, buried deep down, they really want, and,     unlike you, I ask for nothing in return.         I respect the fans of the IIWF, Dan. Say what you like about me, but     don't ever claim I don't respect the fans. I'm no Steve Roberts, Dan, I don't address the fans of the IIWF as "morons" every two minutes.         You want me to respect you, Dan Kauffman? You want respect from me?     Well, not to throw your own words back at you: "You have to earn it     with your own two feet!" I have respect for your accomplishments,     Dan, but that doesn't mean I have to respect _you_. You want     respect from me? Earn it!     G : And that's the Gosp... nah, you already know what he said is true,     Danny boy, you don't need me to tell ya. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: An intern is preparing the interview area for tonight's Monday Musings, setting up the IIWF signs. Suddenly Otto Verhoeven lumbers into the shot, obviously still exhausted from the troubles of the night, his upper body red from various blows and right eye slightly swollen. He is still dressed in the tattered remains of his tuxedo. The battered Butcher grabs the intern and raises him from his feet like a rag doll.] OV: Hey! Where did the medics bring my fiancee? Where is Heidi? INTERN: Sh-sh-she was brought int-int-into the hospital, Herr Verhoeven, sir. OV: What hospital? [The intern just mutters something.] OV: [freaking out] I asked you what hospital you little, lousy American     [BLEEP]! I will rip your arms straight out of the sockets if you... INTERN: [shrieking] The Portland General! She was brought into the General! [Sobbing] Don't hurt me... [Verhoeven throws the young man down and turns to go. Now he first notices the camera.] OV: If you believe that tonight was a time for triumph for you, Requiem, you are terribly mistaken. This thing is not over yet. [Verhoeven walks out of the setting, yelling something in German. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Sychosys" Joe Petrow ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ["Sychosys" Joe Petrow stands amidst the IIWF Backdrop backstage, still clad in his referee shirt.] JP: Well now the bat's out of the bag!  "Sychosys" Joe Petrow, the Franchise of the IIWF, has been pressed into double duty in a desperate attempt to improve the buyrate of Midsummer Madness. First off, TS puts on a dazzling display of tag team excellence, proving to the world just WHY we are the pudding in the barn! And then... [Joe grabs a piece of his shirt] I've been given the responsibility to bring respect back to the IIWF World's Title.     Respect?  I've been hearing that word a lot lately, particularly from one man's mouth.  Dan Kauffman.  Remember me?  I'm the man that gave you back your respect.  And now, you insult me by throwing it back in my face.  You have desecrated the spirit of Petrow vs Kauffman.  I thought you were different.  I thought that you too, could see the third side of the coin.  But now I know...[Petrow's voice takes on a low, quiet tone]...now I know. I have to save this league....save this sport...save us all.  Alone.     Genesis vs Old Gen is a strange game.  The only winning move is not     to play. [Sychosys quietly walks off the set. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Serge Annis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Backstage in the IIWF Colosseum, in front of a giant IIWF logo, "The Epitome of Evil" stands, a bloody mess:] SA: Tonight, many things were accomplished. It would appear that Otto "The Butcher" Verohoeven is in no shape to even wrestle Requiem, let alone defeat Requiem at Midsummer Madness. It appears that The Deathbringer is a bitter fool, that's more of a gimmick than anyone I know... It appears that I am not the over-rated stiff Steve Roberts has dubbed me, and it appears that Serge Annis was victorious! Otto, you gave me a hell of a match, I'll grant you that. But you went in there only thinking about your hatred for Requiem. When you hammered on me, in your eyes, you saw Requiem. And that is what cost you tonight. That is why I am victorious. However Butcher... I must admit, I haven't had a good blood bath for a while. Any time, Butcher, you want "The Epitome of Evil" Serge Annis... I'm there for another match. Hell... perhaps I'll work on a shooting star press instead of a moonsault! Deathbringer... you bitter mortal you. You can not live and let be, can you? It eats you up inside that Serge Annis got the best of you, and exposed you as the fool that you are. No Dead Man, you just can't let it go... that's why you constantly involve yourself in my matches. That is why you cannot go a damn day without muttering some threat to The Epitome of Evil. Deathbringer, your song and dance are old numbers! You have repeated yourself for far too long. Well, Dead Man, I've had all I can take. You are in for it now... you bring that all powerful scythe to the ring with you... you play your scary music, and you wear that fearful mask all to look intimidating Dead Man. Covering up the weak man inside... very soon Dead Man, I am going to show you just how intimidating you truely look. Heh... and it still won't be very pretty. Dead man... or should I say Gimmick? Everyone gives Requiem and Highwayman trouble for being "gimmicks" -- but look at you. Well, Deathbringer, I'll expose to the world, the bitter self deluded old man, that lies behind the mask... your gimmick. And Steve Roberts, you ol' dog you. I know I don't come out wearing feather boas like you did... but I hope that I proved enough to you tonight to shut you up. I don't exactly see The Butcher doing a moonsault... [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Cold Spell ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF Interview Set. Icehawk comes on alone, looking angry. He's dressed in street clothes, with a bag over his shoulder, and his tag belt around his waist.] IH: Well, well. I see that in the next two weekends, I get to take part in two huge ten-man tag matches with the rest of my Genesis buds. Already, people are coming to me backstage and asking if I'm going to even show up. All my life, I've dreamed about being a world champion. I never quite made it as a gymnast, but I finally have as a wrestler. Fitz and I are the IIWF World Tag Team Champions - the best team in the world. And I've never been as ashamed of myself in my whole life. Do we get any respect for being the best? No. Do people remember that we won these titles without any help at all? No. All I keep hearing is that we only keep the belts because of Genesis. And yesterday, they were probably right. I know we are a better team than the Harlequins, but it _was_ three-on-two, since Comedy can't keep her hands off me. So, do I like being part of Genesis? No. Do I plan to spend the rest of my career hanging around with a bunch of no-talent thugs? No. Am I going to be there for the ten-man tag matches? You bet your ass I will. I might not like Genesis, but I give them credit. They are evil, and they are happy to admit it. They don't care what the fans think, as opposed to these hypocrites we are wrestling. It turns my stomach to see the fans of the IIWF cheering for scum like Casey James, Tiger Claw, Mad Dog Watkins, and Deathbringer. And especially for that coward Dan Kaufmann. Here's a man who quit because every wrestler in the IIWF was beating him, and he couldn't take it any more. So he scurries off to the minor leagues, but his ego can't take being out of the spotlight. So now he's back. Big deal. We're supposed to worry about a guy who couldn't beat Chris Quigley? Getting a chance to show what frauds these men are would have been more than enough for me to be the ultimate team player in these matches. But now I have an added incentive. Otto, you might think of me as a 225-pound midget who couldn't hurt you with a high-powered rifle. But when I get through with you on Saturday, you will wish you had never even set eyes on Gabrielle, much less touched her. I hope the IIWF confirms to all the standards off the Americans with Disabilities Act ... because you're going to need a wheelchair ramp just to get in the ring at the PPV. So, yeah, I'll be there Saturday, and I'll be there at the PPV. And I'll be going 110% to win those matches. But after that - we are going to find out if the tag belts belong to Cold Spell or to Genesis. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Billy Shakespeare backstage, obviously in tremedous amounts of pain.  His words come harshly.] BS: Paris... Paris... you're a poison.  You're the little kid who took his ball and went home because the big boys wouldn't let him pitch. [He coughs.]     I'm no angel.  But I'm not going to be happy until your brand of crap is run out of this federation... "and where the offense is, let the great axe fall." [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kevin "the Cavalier" Christiansen ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Scene opens in a well-decorated living room. A large fireplace adorns the back wall, a large coat of arms hanging above it. In a chair in front of it sits Kevin Christiansen.] KC: Hail, and well-met. Mine apologies to those who hath been offended by mine temper after my match of a week past, I was in foul spirits after the treatment I received by some of the miscreants in this league. Turner, Macbeth, and Howard, thou are those miscreants, and I suppose that thou art reveling in thy small "victory". [Christiansen stands up, and walks over to the fireplace, looking at the coat of arms over it.] KC: 'Tis the past now, yet 'tis not a past easily forgotten or left by the wayside. To be wronged by THREE men, if one might call them that, in the space of one night... nay, three MINUTES... 'tis a sad state the league stands in when some may run rampant like that. It shall come to an end. [The Cavalier looks up at the camera.] KC: But now to the present. Sebastian Jericho, thou art my next opponent... I wish thee the best of luck when we meet come Wednesday. Saturday, too, brings a match... and it seems I shall be paired with Billy Shakespeare. I admire thy courage, sir, as well as thy ability... hopefully, our act together shall be one that many shall remember for some time to come. [Christiansen sits down again in his chair.] KC: Until then, I fare thee fair journeys. [Fade out] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Timothy N. Turner ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Timothy N. Turner strolls confidently into the IIWF interview area. His Canali suit is in its usual state of perfection and the face sweling from last week is virtually gone.] TNT: This Saturday's show was misnamed. You didn't see IIWF Saturday Night... you saw TNT Saturday Night! Everywhere you looked, there was Timothy Turner, proving why I am the top draw in the sport today! Shall I run down what happened on Saturday? I did exactly what I said I would do. I beat Quigley up and down the ring and showed myself to be the top technician in the sport! I beat him soundly and continued my dominence in thos federation. [Turner absent-mindedly brushes a non-existent piece of lint from his suit.] TNT: Then there was Duncan's match. Howard had the gall to assume he was in the same league as I, so I disabused him of this notion by thrashing him within an inch of his life! In addition to this, there were announcements made concerning some upcoming cards. [Turner's countenance turns very stony] TNT: Spreadbury, I thought we had an understanding. When you flashed the large pay cheque when you signed me, you knew that you were getting the top ticket in the business. I've invited you to my parties, though you never had the curtesy to attend, and I've never spoken a harsh word towards you. So why then do you insist on protecting the other wrestlers in your federation by sabotaging me? First you schedule me to face Howard on Wednesday. This is fine as I look forward to the opportunity to finish the beating that I gave him on Saturday. Then you team me with Duncan to face Howard and Starks on Saturday. While I enjoy the chance to work with Duncan, I am yet saddled with facing Howard. Duncan has beaten him. I have beaten him. Do you think that Starks will make a difference? I don't think so. Then came the crowning glory. [Turner pauses, looking down, before staring into the camera and continuing] TNT: Midsummer's Madness is coming. A showcase for the top names in the sport. Do we see Turner vs. Mota? No. Do we see Turner vs. Watkins? No. Do we see Turner vs. Requiem? No. Why? Spreadbury is protecting them from the dominance of Timothy N. Turner. Instead I am captaining a team with Howard on it! Against Duncan! More roadblocks against the takeover of the IIWF by Timothy N. Turner. No matter. You know who the fans pay to see and who will still be standing after the dust settles. Me. Timothy N. Turner. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Chris Quigley walks past the IIWF interview area, dressed in street clothes, ready to leave.  At first, it doesn't look like he'll stop, but he looks over, and points into the camera...] CQ: Thanks for proving me right, yet again, Warnett!  I wouldn't have minded if you'd came out to seriously scout my match with Turner, but no, you sit there, you crack jokes, you drink beer, and you don't pay attention!  You just keep on believing that the Quickstriker is breakable and that you can out-wrestle me, and anything else you want to believe in your little fantasy world, but your fantasy world is gonna come crashing down around you at Midsummer Madness!  I'm gonna step in and succeed where nature failed, Warnett!  I'm gonna make a man outta ya! [Quigley glares at the camera for a few more seconds, then walks away as the scene fades...] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Highwayman ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to the Highwayman, Adam Smith, standing in the IIWF interview area, an intense expression on his face.] HWM: So, OLD Dog, you enjoyed Saturday Night, did you?  You see us as a group of ladies who ride on the coat-tails of one man?  Good.  Keep listening to Steve Roberts' jibes and continue to underestimate us, as that suits our needs perfectly...  But I wonder how much of your diatribe is to be believed?  Whilst you profess not to fear us, it seems you are too scared to give us the names of your team members and _refuse_ to put your title on the line against me in single competiton? Maybe the President will allow us to make the stipulations by which Genesis defends our titles? You then speak of "Bruno The Sandman" and the other fossils of your generation, and how they wouldn't know the difference between a DDT and a Powerbomb.  Maybe you are as stupid as you seem if you truly believe Bruno could survive in today's wrestling ring, OLD Dog. I sincerely hope you continue to underestimate me, OLD Dog, continue to ignore the threat Genesis represents.  It will make taking your belt that much easier. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Real Deal" Luke Steele ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Fade up to the IIWF interview area.  It is empty, and remains that way for thirty seconds.  As we are about to fade down on this miscued interview, Luke Steele walks onto the set.  Of course, we only know this from his voice, as he has draped a jacket over the camera lens. He sounds pretty agitated.] LS: So look at this, baby dolls.  Dan Kauffman and the IIWF all-stars get to tangle with Genesis next Saturday night.  Isn't that spectacular?  And Mad Dog Watkins captains a team against them at the Pay Per View.  Wonderful. One last thing I have to say: Derek Mota.  Congratulations. [Fade down, although it was a blackened screen before.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Showstopper" Simon Lebec ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to the IIWF interview area. "The Showstopper" Simon Lebec is seated with Tim Dross.] TD: A year later, "The Showstopper" is still stirring up trouble in the IIWF.  Why'd you do it, Simon?  You had a Cruiser shot at Dirt Dog at the Madness.  Why would you want to cost him the Cruiserweight title, shortly beforehand? SL: Why, Timmy?  Why not, that's what I say.  I got got the shot. Only thing about it is... I have to beat two men in order to get it. TD: Perhaps some sort of partnership with Derek Mota? SL: Far from it.  I respect Derek Mota as a wrestler, that's about it.  I respect Allah as a wrestler, that's about it.  For a time, they were both pretty much equal on my "I could give a shit" Christmas card list. Then, what do we see?  Allah showing us what he's really about.  I see that twit Tony Starks coming down... a couple of Genesis rejects... the whole shot.  Maybe that drove me over the edge.  I don't know.  And I don't know what the story is with him yet, but I promise... "The Showstopper" will come out of the Madness as a champion.  Allah doesn't deserve the title, much like the rest of the riff-raff in the IIWF champions list.  Mota had his momment in the sun, thanks to yours truly.  Now, it's time for me to shine. TD: My next question.  You've been around this sport for quite some time now.  An "Old Generation" wrestler, if you don't mind me saying.  What are your opinions on Genesis, since you referred to them earlier? SL: First off, Timmy, I have no problems with being called "Old Gen". You're right, I've been around the block more than once.  I think Kauffman said it best last week when he said that without the Old Generation, these punks wouldn't have the opportunity to strut their stuff in the IIWF. Now, I've stayed out of the whole battle, to be honest.  I never really saw anything in it for me.  But... the more they talk... the more pissed off I get.  And I don't like getting pissed off, Timmy.  My dental work cost too much for me to be frowning all the time.  That's why I'm issuing a challenge right here, in front of the IIWF.  A member... any member... of Genesis.  Right here, next week. TD: I hope your challenge is answered. SL: I hope so too. 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