________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __| |\ /| /\ |\ | | /\ \ / | || | \ v v / | __| | v |/ \| \| __| /__\ \/ |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| | |\ /| |/ |/ \/ | | \/ | |\_// /\ |\ /| |__ | / __ /__ | v | | | / \ . |\ | / \ / \ | | | | \__ | | \| | __ \__ 1 September 1997| | | | \ | | | \__| \ ....................|..v_____/.|.|..|____|____/ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Requiem ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF Interview Area, mere moments after IIWF Saturday Night went off the air. Gabrielle enters, a concerned look upon her face as the dim lights of the monitors and cameras power up to full intensity:] G: You sure you're up to this, bro? RQ: [off-camera] Absolutely, Gabrielle, absolutely. [Requiem enters, his face still a mask of crimson, the blood flowing down to form an unearthly pattern across his chest. Blood still slowly drips out from the wound as Requiem blinks, shaking his head to clear his eyes and sending droplets of blood spattering across the camera lens. A blood spattered grin from the Angel Of Destruction looks truly frightening.] RQ: Gentlemen, tonight was fun. Oh, sure, I may have seemed a tad angry     when in the ring, but who amongst us does not, from time to time,     allow themselves a brief moment of rage?         Let's tick off all the action tonight, shall we?         First of all, we had the return of the Subway Psycho. Now, I know     you're all expecting me to swear to put him out of action again.     Nope. I'm _glad_ he's back, because I've kinda missed the big lug.         You see, Dan Kauffman, you were so very near. It's not havoc, Dan --     it's CHAOS. Chaos is good, Dan, chaos drives the universe. Without     chaos the universe would be frozen in a moment of time. With chaos?     The strong grow stronger. The weak, if they survive, grow stronger.     This is the nature of evolution, one of the forces driven by the     random fluctuations and mutations caused by chaos.         Evolution? Genesis? Mutual opposites? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. This     might be a bit deep for some of you out there, but not for the     people I'm speaking to right now, the Genesis Generation. Think     about it.         Mad Dog Watkins? Good match. I know you're gonna claim the     victory, I know you're going to expect me to do the same. 'Fraid     not. You fought a good match, Watkins, you might have won. I don't     know for certain, because Otto "how do you spell 'Juggernaut'?"     Verhoeven got in the way. Personally, I think I probably would have     won, but I'm not going to claim that as a certainty.         And finally... Casey James, Otto, Tiger Claw, Dan Kauffman. Nice     trick with my friends, gentlemen, but tonight you saw that,     regardless of what people may say, I am not completely helpless     without them. I've been telling people that for some time, but would     they believe me? No. As usual, I was severely underestimated.         Otto... don't underestimate me on Saturday. To do so would be a big     mistake, because, no matter how easygoing I may seem to you now, I     _am_ the Angel Of Destruction! I _am_ the Herald Of Damnation! I     _am_ the Master Of Darkness! and most importantly of all...         I _am_ the IIWF Heavyweight Champion!         Dan, you know what? You don't back down from anyone? Guess what, my     friend... neither do I. After Midsummer Madness, win or lose, I want     you in the squared circle! The Angel Of Destruction truly looks     forward to destroying a legend! Don't worry, it will be a very     fitting Requiem I shall play for you...         One final thing, before I go, because it looks like my time is     running out, and Gabrielle insists I need stitches...         Outlaw? Can it be? Or is it Casey James? Nope, too obvious, don't     you think? But I have a question... where was Deathbringer? Think     about it. How hard can it be to exchange one mask for another? [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Subway Psycho ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The Subway Psycho steps into the interview area, pushing his sweat-stained stringy black hair away from his eyes and fixing the camera with a steely stare. He shakes his head as he speaks:] SP: What did I say about respect and hesitation?  Kauffman, you should have let Casey finish Requiem off while he had a chance... and then crack Casey's head open with a chair.  But you hesitated... showed mercy -- and Requiem will be back and don't think he'll show anyone else the same mercy.  After all your years in wrestling you still haven't learned. And to whoever the jackass is who's walking around like he's the "Outlaw," you know you wouldn't have the balls to do that if Hardin was really around. I hope he comes back and rips off your limbs... I might even crack a smile. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Brody Thunder enters the IIWF interview area, laughing loudly and carrying the dented metal folding chair. As he turns to the camera blood can be seen, streaming down his forehead from his brawl with Steve Kowalski. With a bloody smile, Thunder stands in the center of the area, laughing to himself.] BT: Heh, heh... now _that's_ a scrap.     Kowalski... hoss, ya got spunk... I'll give that much.     Ain't many men that could... "ring my bell"... so to speak. Damn shame though... men like you an' me are rare. We're scrappers. We do it cuz we like it. That sound of bones breakin'... of metal hittin' bone. That's what _we_ live fer.     The fight. [Thunder wipes some blood from his eye with the back of his hand.]     Nuthin' else much matters. An' it _is_ a shame that our little acquaintance has gotta come ta a halt next week. But all good things must come to an end as they say an' yer about ta meet yers. Y'see "Fury"... the next time I hit ya with this here Texas flyswatter... I ain't gonna stop at ya jus' bein' unconscious. I'm fixin' ta finish the job, fer good. We're gonna find out once an' fer all jus' who is the toughest hombre in this flamin' business. [Thunder spits some blood from his mouth. He looks back into the camera with a devilish grin.]     There's no doubt in _my_ mind. It's me. Guess I jus' gotta do my best ta "convince" ya o' the same. Not a problem, ace. [Thunder taps the metal chair on the floor a couple of times.]     I'm used ta provin' myself. It's a hobby o' mine.     Mid-summer Madness. Falls Count Anywheres. You an' me. The folks know they ain't payin' ta see no scientific textbook pretty-boy match. They're gonna get jus' what they want. What you an' I both want... [Thunder runs his hand up and over his face, wiping the blood to the floor with a flick of his hand.]     ...a fight.     A fight that nobody else could give either one o' us. A fight that one o' us ain't walkin' away from, amigo.     [The camera tightens in on the crimson covered face of Brody Thunder as his smile disappears.]     A fight... that no one will forget. [Thunder spits a stream of red to the floor once more.]     See ya at the Madness, ace. [Fade to black.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF interview area.  After the brawl to end the show has finally been contained the wrestlers file backstage.  Chris Quigley doesn't stop at his locker room.  He just walks straight through the camera's path. He's mumbling to himself, and it sounds like...] CQ: ...thinks that's all I got?  ....of a bitch will find out what "Living Hell" is...  ...gotta get ready...  ...won't know what hit him...  [yells out]  I'M GONNA KILL THAT LITTLE BASTARD! [Quigley walks off the set, never even looking up at the camera during his mumbling session.  The scene fades.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Sychosys" Joe Petrow ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ["Sychosys" Joe Petrow walks onto the set, wearing headphones, and not particularly paying attention to his surroundings, though he decides to tear himself away from whatever he's listening to make a few comments.] JP: Oh, well, there ain't really much to say right now.  You all saw     the way that I controlled that match out there in my IIWF referee     debut.  We had a potentially volitile situation with Ronnie Paris     and Billy Shakespeare, yet I refused to let that take over the     match.  And we got a pinfall right in the slightly-off-center of     the ring, with no outside interference!  And that's just what will     happen next week!  That's just what... [Petrow notices some kind of disturbance in the back, which quickly ripples through the entire set] JP: Hey, what's going on back there?  No, screw the interview, what...     WHAT?! [Petrow rips the earphones out of his ears, giving his full attention to the situation, a look of horror and shock crossing his face.] JP: ...Princess Diana...dead?  [Petrow holds his hand to his head, a look of genuine concern crossing his face]...this is terrible.  This is... [Joe shakes his head a couple of times] No, it ain't the time for that.  I'm the Franchise of the IIWF.  I have to be strong.  I have to... I have to prepare a statement for the media... [Sychosys walks off the set.  Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ronnie Paris ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Ronnie Paris stands in front of the Monday Musings set, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath. His general disarray leads us to believe this is soon after the show ending brawl, as does the lack of background crowd noise there'd be if a match was still going on. Paris, finally able to speak without gasping for air, begins.] RP: A lot of people are already talking, and a lot will be soon. They say I "sold out my fans"... before I say anything else, let me say this. I haven't sold out my fans! My fans, the _real_ fans, the fans that understand wrestling, they still like me! They still appreciate who I am and what I can do. All I did was forget about a bunch of pimply-faced, twelve year old mental midgets who masquerade as wrestling fans. [Paris is still a bit winded, so he pauses briefly before launching back into his rhetoric.] RP: Now, secondly, let's talk Midsummer Madness. I'm in a match with a     few good wrestlers, a few bad ones, and Billy Shakespeare. Shakes, oh Captain my Captain, you just don't qualify as _any_ kind of wrestler. I'm gonna have a lot to say about this match on Friday, but for now let me just say something about my "fearless leader". Billy, you say you're not going to let me put on half a show? I don't put on shows at all, Billy. I wrestle. You're the actor, you're the one that puts on shows. I myself never liked the dramatic arts, that was where all the queers went.     And finally, I'd like to address the fact that I don't like my  employer. Heck, most people don't. Look at it this way, if _you_ were stuck in a city like Portland, wouldn't you want to leave too? I mean, first of all this city stinks. I don't know what it is, but something in the air just reeks. Secondly, the people are among the dumbest in the world. Hell, I attended a preschool graduation this June, and half the kids had cut themselves shaving! Say what you will about my old home town, El Paso, or my adopted home town, Nagano, but at least the people were clean, the kids could read, and the cars usually had mufflers! Well, I'd better wrap this up... I suppose I should say  _one_ good thing about Portland. It's a helluva place to be from. Far away from, that is. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Serge Annis ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Genesis locker room. We see Highwayman walk in through the door, followed by Scott Rogers who is flexing for no apparent reason. Annis walks in and walks up to a bench and sits down on it, in front of a monitor. He leans forward, stops the VCR from recording and begins to rewind the tape.] SA: Heh heh... tonight was a victory for Genesis. But it isn't the final    victory. There will never be a final victory, for Genesis will always be victorious in the end. And coming up at Midsummer Madness, Genesis will again walk away victorious once more. Tonight was just a mere... omen, shall I say, of things to come. Everyone says "Old Gen vs New Gen." Hell, I've been around since December, I'm not exactly one hundred percent New Gen. But fact is, I'm with Genesis. I find it quite funny... [Annis leans forward and stops the tape.] SA: ...that Genesis are constantly verbally lambasted week in, week out by stooges like Steve Roberts and Tim Dross for our group methods... yet when the "Super Powers", the Casey James Gang, lock us in our dressing room and attack the world champion that's all just fine and dandy. It's hypocrites like that who really tick me off.     Deathbringer, were you too afraid to show up? I don't know. Maybe    your pride is hurt too much. Maybe you realized that you cannot beat    Genesis. Or maybe it's all a mind game... you're testing us. Heh heh... I love mind games Dead Man, you should know. And I am calling your bluff.     Now... when I first arrived here in IIWF, I was out for the blood of    the World Champion, Dan Kauffman... but I waited, because I knew I    wouldn't be world title contention. Whilst Kauffman was on his way    out of IIWF, we did get to tangle and he pinned me, one two three.    That really made me mad... beyond mad. I remember in the World Cup of E-Wrestling, I pinned Dan Kauffman. In the center of the ring. And then, I was defeated by Dan. A shameful outing for the Epitome of Evil... well Dan... heh heh... [Annis plays the tape which is very conviniently at a precise spot. Footage is seen on the monitor: The crowd chant stops dead -- every jaw in the arena seeming to hit the floor as the "Masked Outlaw" picks Kauffman to his feet... places his arm behind his head....] TD: BLACKHEART PUNCH!  BLACKHEART PUNCH! [Kauffman drops like a shot to the canvas... the man in the mask slowly exiting the ring as Serge is just able to lift up an arm... plopping it over the form of the ex-champion for a 1 -- 2 -- ] TD: THREE!  THREE!  GENESIS WINS!  GENESIS WINS! [The camera pans back to Serge who has a very evil grin on his face.] SA: See that, Dan? That is what you get for coming back to IIWF, where    _YOU_ _DON'T_ _BELONG_. That pinfall wasn't just for the sake of    Genesis. Deep down, you know it... everyone in the back is happy that you were pinned. I'll admit it took help from your very own partner, but a win's a win. Who can you trust, Dan? Nobody. Not Luke Steele, not The Psycho, not Casey james... not even Deathbringer. Face it Dan, you are washed up... heh heh... and I pinned the "legendary" Dan Kauffman. But you know what? That doesn't mean much to me.     And at Midsummer Maddness, the ten man elimination match? People look at Otto Verhoeven and say "tough." People look at Dan Kauffman and say "respect." After everything is over, win or lose... people are going to look at me... and say "tenacity," because I am not giving up! Nothing will keep me down... and if you think Serge Annis hasn't changed... moonsault? Flying clotheslines? Otto Verhoeven got his wish... the "old" Serge Annis has come to the IIWF, and I don't think the results are very pretty.     But speaking of pretty... Deathbringer, you should smile more often.    You have such a pretty smile... heh heh...     At Midsummer Madness, I go in with Genesis, and regardless of what    happens, I go out with a victory, one form or another! [Annis grins as the camera fades to black.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Phoenix ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The roar of Saturday night's main event can be heard in the coliseum as The Phoenix shakes back his sweaty hair and stares into the camera in the interview area.] TP: So you've decided to walk your own path sooner than expected, Ronnie     Paris?  Luke Steele has decided that he wants nothing to do with me?     And now I am to be teamed at Midsummer Madness with four men whom I do not even know, with the possible exception of Kevin Christiansen?     Fine.     I have spent an entire life learning to distrust others.  It is easier to endure solitude than to be continually stabbed in the back.  Who do I trust in the IIWF?  No one! [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Duncan Macbeth ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Duncan Macbeth stands in the IIWF interview area, dressed in his street clothes, and grinning from ear to ear.] DM: So, finally th' suits o' th' IIWF have come t' their senses!  Tha' lineup fer Midsummer Madness was a load o' bollocks from th' get-go, havin' Tim an' I go against each other.  But th' way we saw it we could do one o' two things - either accept th' match as-is an' let th' powers tha' be keep us down, or else DO somethin' about it!  Tha' wee tosser, th' Incontinent Opie Howard, was th' perfect dupe fer starters, an' now th' Subway Psycho comes along an' puts th' icin' on th' cake fer TNT an' I! Which brings me t' th' pay-per-view itself.  Psycho, I ken wha' ye're up to.  Ye're tryin' t' do wha' Kowalski did before ye, an' wha' Kauffman's tryin' t' do now.  Ye piss off fer a few months when th' kitchen gets too hot fer ye, an' then, coincidentally righ' before a major PPV event, ye suddenly show up again, an' it's supposed t' be a big deal.  Well, guess wha', tosser?  I could no' give a stuff!  While ye've been on vacation, I've been WORKIN', Psycho, an' if ye think ye're just goin' t' drop in out o' th' blue an' become th' talk o' th' town, ye're SADLY mistaken.  Enjoy yuir fifteen minutes o' fame... 'cause it's goin' t' be all over on Saturday night!  As fer yuir new "partners", take note - wha' Tim an' I showed yis last Saturday was just a tune-up.  At Midsummer Madness, we're goin' t' show yis why we've held tag titles before, an' why we could have any tag team in th' IIWF, even those spineless sycophants, Cold Spell! Ye'd best get yuir act together, boys... Tim an' I already ken wha' t' do! [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Timothy N. Turner ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Timothy N. Turner storms into the IIWF interview area, still in his wrestling trunks and his metal bar in hand.] TNT: What in the world was going on out there?! Has the whole world gone crazy?! Once again, Spreadbury proves that he is out to get Timothy N. Turner! Duncan and I had that match won until this Subway Idiot stuck his face in and cheated his way to victory! Howard slipped in the shower and we suffer for it! Where is the justice?! [Turner calms down momentarily and runs his hand through his matted hair.] TNT: Subway Psycho. You never should have interfered in my business. I don't care about your history in the IIWF. I don't care whether you are considered the biggest bad-ass or the biggest whiner. Both you and Starks will face my anger. Starks! You set us up after we did you the service of relieving you of Howard the albatross! How dare you?! Starks and Psyco, prepare to feel pain! [Turner storms off. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Scott Rogers ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: Scott Rogers stands before the IIWF backdrop he last week spray-painted with the word Genesis. He wears a cross and chain around his neck and wears no shirt. His body is covered in globules of sweat. He laughs as he speaks.] SR: How many more times? How many more times are we gonna hafta prove to the suits, the commentators, the fans and the other wrestlers that we just ain't beatable?! These four guys who took us on Saturday believed the hype. Yeah, they believed they were gonna win. And I'm sure Watkins and his other four has-beens think the same. I wanna know what it's gonna take to make people understand... I mean, I don't got a temper on me but this is really testin' me patience. The suits bring Kauffman back. He's gonna wipe Genesis out. Yeah right. He's the man who lost it Saturday. It wasn't James, or Claw, or even Verhoeven -- [Rogers smirks] oh yeah Otto, you did a damn fine job o' destroyin' me didn't ya...?! In your dreams, pal -- No, it was Kauffman. [Rogers pauses and smirks.] SR: The Old Generation's washed up, 'part from maybe Lebec and Deathbringer. Yeah, he knew if he didn't turn up he wouldn't end up with egg, or spray paint, on that mask of his!  And the rest o' the New Generation ain't even worth mentioning', except Jericho o' course. But Genesis, ya see, we're the best there is. And if ya want the proof, just watch the PPV next Saturday, but hey, don't worry, I _won't_ say I told ya so.... [Rogers laughs and takes some sweat off his body and flicks it at the camera lens. Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Licensed for Devastation ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Reggie Starr and Jonathan Chaos, AKA Licensed for Devastation, the baddest apples on the planet, are standing in front of a blue ocean backdrop.  Both men wear blue jeans, Chaos wears a black shirt with the Nike swoosh running across it, and Starr wears a white ripped up t-shirt.] RS: Damn, Jon, that was the most fun I've had in years! JC: Yeah, me too.  That was some awesome stuff, man.  We did some great stuff, first we beat those Prophets of the Ice Age into the bottomless pit of hell, but I'm afraid that they'll be back, yo. RS: Yeah, Jon.  At Midsummer Madness, they'll be back... but it was fun beating the hell out of them not once, not twice, but three times last night!  [kiddish laugh] JC: For real, man.  We were fighting all over the building Saturday... at Midsummer Madness, trust me... we'll make Saturday look like a trip ta' paradise. RS: We might bring Shock the Taser... or we might bring an M-16.  The bottom line is, we're gonna get the job done, son. JC: Maybe we'll get the Tag Team Titles later...right now, we're gonna [BLEEP] the Prophets of the Ice Age 'til the cows come home. RS: Oh yeah. [Both men walk off camera.  Fade to black.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Age of Rage ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Tony Starks, Pizzazz, Medusa, The Prophets of Rage and Dirt Dog Unique Allah stand before the interview podium, smug and superior.  They've done their damage.  They've sent their messages.] SR: Freak out, freak out!  Yeah, Midsummer's Night Madness!  It's gettin' kind of crazy in here, ain't it?  Yeah, we're going wild.  We're goin' nuts.  Licensed for Devastation, you'll be just that soon.  Devastated. You're coming up against the baddest team on the block.  You're coming up against the Prophets.  Bar none, we are the best team on the planet. TS: See, it's like, boom, you got the knowledge gods right here. NawwhutImean?  It's like with these gods right here nobody on this ol' earth can even get with their programme, cause they lack the vision, the science of self.  Right, these guys have lived the same type of ish I have, a dark, grimy world you don't even want to ever see like we done seen it.  And now we's comin to mess all y'all pretty boys up.  Midsummer Night's Madness is definitely Age of the Rage time.  It's gon' be like that situation in L.A. with the riots.  We gonn just be wildin' out there and mess everyone up. DR: See, force plus direction.  That's the key to running over the competition.  And that's what we do.  This show wasn't about putting W's in the column.   This show was about letting everybody know exactly where we're coming from and what we're capable of.  LFD, you two seem so keen on attracting the attention of the Prophets of Rage.  Well, you've got it now.  I hope you know what to do with it.  Many a team has thought it would be worthwhile to have the Prophets face them in the ring, instant glory, instant bragging rights.  But you see, they were all wrong in the end.  Just like you guys are going to be.  One victory does not mean the war is over.  Trust us on that. DDUA: Yeah, see, see, I didn't even have to say nuthin'.  I didn't even have to show nuthin'.  But y'all know that that triple-crown match is gonna be off the hook.  It gonna be the stuff, man.  'Cause I just about lost every piece of my mind.  And Lebec, this doggy ain't gonna sniff your crotch.  He gonna rip it off with his teeth. TS: Age of the Rage forever, baby.  Peace to the gods. SR: And everybody else gets a big fat 4-9-3-11. DR: Check your alphabets to understand. MR & P: Don't forget.  Die in darkness! [Fade out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Showstopper" Simon Lebec ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Camera opens with Simon Lebec, washing his mouth out with water in his locker room.] SL: Sleezebags!  Mota... and Allah!  You wanna feed me piss?  Well, come the Madness, I'll feed it to ya straight from the source!  Why, you ask?  Because... it's simple!  You're lookin' at the hottest thing goin' today!  I'm so bloody hot, I gotta hang out with Princess Diana in the damn morgue just to cool off!  Come the Madness, it'll be no different!  [Camera fades as Lebec continues washing.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tonnage ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE:  Tonnage is sitting in his living room, reading "For Whom the Bell Tolls".  He notices the camera, and sets the book down.] T: Ah, welcome back.  Glad to see you still remember me.  I've been a tad busy as of late, with public appearances and lectures and what not. Luckily, I've found some time to talk with you today. First, I'm happy to say that BS performed well above my expectations. Sure, he's still a scrub, but an accomplished one, which is better than I can say for most.  Hey, I don't mind giving credit where it's due.  I'm not invincible or anything, and never claimed to be, either.  If I _always_ beat the scrubs, I'd have a pretty much perfect record, now wouldn't I? And if Queer Man somehow managed to get enough brains together to get a win over me, a victory for BS was sure as Hell a possibility.  Just so long as he doesn't get it into his head that he's got my number or anything... you can't be lucky all the time. I have to wonder about Jerich-off's new bum chums, though.  Now, I know that this Requiem dullard and his former Phil Collins groupies are scared stiff of even the _thought_ of squaring off with the Beast, but I was sure that I made it clear to them before.  That title, if you still have it by then, can wait for a while.  Like I tried to explain before, I know I'm the best, but I'm also a professional.  I work for a living, and for title shots.  You don't seem to be willing to wait for that, though.  No, you've apparently taken on that malformed, minor-league misfit as some kind of hired help.  Obviously, as a distraction, and not as an opponent; I give you more credit than that.  But I can't give you too much, because you clearly don't have a real grasp on the situation. I'll be happy to fill you in when I have more time. Now, I've been signed to this Midsummer Madness match, and I must say, I'd have appreciated a little forewarning.  I don't know the people I'm supposed to be teaming with... but I must say, I'm glad for the victims I've been put _against_.  Well, one of them in particular.  Deathbreath, things just seem to have a bad way of turning against you.  First, your fate was sealed in the IEWF, in no small part to your own incompetence.  Now, you've been doomed all over again.  What a shame... not.  Apparently, people in these parts have had to put up with your flotsam for quite some time.  Fortunately for them, I have reasons of my own to dispose of your carcass. I guess life is just a series of happy coincidences, eh?  Well, not always happy.  Certainly not in your case.  I'm sure my teammates are somewhat worthy of being partners with me, but that's beside the point.  What they are capable of doing is quite irrelevant, because all that matters is what I'm going to do to _you_.  Winning that match would be a plus, but it's secondary to watching you get your sorry ass shipped out of the arena in a small plastic baggie.  Sleep in a garbage bag for the next couple of days, dimwit... get used to the sensation. That's my time, pal.  Some other time, then. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kevin "the Cavalier" Christiansen ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Scene opens to backstage, after Kevin Christiansen's tag team match. Christiansen is sitting on a bench in front of a row of lockers, a towel draped around his neck.] KC: Victory... 'tis a sweet taste, one thoroughly enjoyed in this time of the IIWF. Shakespeare, 'twas an honor and a pleasure to be on thy side in this fight, one that I hope can be repeated at some point in the future. Although we might be on opposing sides come Midsummer Madness, I wish thee the best of luck. [Christiansen takes a drink from his water bottle, then looks up at the camera.] KC: As for thee, Paris, thou art a coward. Nothing more. To abandon thy partner is extremely poor form, and taints an otherwise enjoyable win for myself and mine partner. I shall take great pleasure in showing thee the folly of thy ways come our match... this I swear to thee. [Scene fades out.] +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+