. ___. __ ____ __ ________ ______ ||\ |/ | || | | || | || |\ \ /\ / /| __| || \|\__ | __||__ | |_||__ | || | \ v v / | __| || | \|/ || | | || |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| ||______/|\__||__ | | ||_________________________ with Tim Dross & "Soundbite" Steve Roberts August 30 1997 ................................................... ["Woke Up Laughing" by Robert Palmer plays as the shot opens over top of Pro Player Stadium in Miami, Florida.  A work crew is seen feverishly putting up multi-colored bunting - and a massive sign which reads: "National League Divisional Playoffs." The shot moves inside the park, some 50,000+ seats sit empty, surrounding a field upon which a light drizzle is clearly falling. The shot moves beyond the lower decks of the bowl shaped stadium, up beyond the luxury boxes, higher still to the upper reaches of the stadium... where perched, high above the grass baseball field, are two familiar pancho wearing figures... Tim Dross and Steve "Soundbite" Roberts. Dross is wearing a baseball cap which reads "National League Western Division Champions!"  While the Soundbite is munching on the remnants of a Cuban Dog, a dollup of mustard evident on his t-shirt which sports the word, "Dustiny." The music fades as Dross begins...] TD: Hello everyone and welcome to "Inside the IIWF", your weekly look at all the news, views, reviews and previews -- highlights and sidelights -- cheers and jeers.  A look behind at the week that was and then up ahead at what will be here in the finest wrestling federation in the world today... the _mighty_ IIWF! I am your host, Tim Dross, along with, as always, my esteemable tag team colleague, Steve "Soundbite" Roberts... SR: What up, baby dolls. TD: And we are coming to you live from Section 454 in the upper mezzanine section of Pro Player Stadium in Miami, Florida -- just a matter of hours prior to the first pitch of Game One of the National League Divisional Playoffs between the Florida Marlins and the San Francisco Giants. A reasonable question to ask might be, "Why has the Road to Ring Wars IV taken this detour a full continent away from the next destination in Portland?" And to answer that question -- Steve Roberts. SR: Yeah, the answer to that question is... we got lost.  Yeah... that's it. Horribly, horribly lost.  Nils took a left when he was supposed to take a right -- and we wound up here in Florida. At the ballpark. On gameday. With tickets. TD: So, you see... we would have much preferred to have been in Studio Three in the IIWF Towers, doing our regular broadcast, but because of... SR: Pilot error.  Freak, silly pilot error. [Busdriver/Pilot Nils is now seen clearly on the field, wearing a groundskeeper's uniform and pushing a broom.  He gives a big thumbs up to the camera.] TD: Because of the simple mistake of IIWF Express Captain Nils -- we have been forced, through absolutely no fault of our own, to take this unscheduled, unsanctioned -- but yet still fully compensated -- cross-country detour and will be forced... SR: Almost against our will.  We're hostages, really.  Political Prisoners.  Free... Me. TD: ...forced to sit here for the next.... SR: Two days.  We have tickets both days. TD: Sit here for the next two days in Miami Florida and watch the Giants/Marlins series.  There's really nothing we can do. SR: It's like being in that Mexican prison all over again.  You bastards should be paying us! TD: Okay. SR: Yeah, there you go... we are _forced_ to sit here for the next several hours watching thrilling playoff action... then spend tonight in a deluxe four star Miami hotel -- then back here tomorrow for more baseball -- surrounded in the interim by beautiful beaches, five star restaurants... and all nude strip clubs the kind of which that would make the Beaver Trap in downtown Portland look like a convent -- we are stuck here in this... TD: Hell. SR: Thank you, Dross... in this hell hole for the next.... TD: Twenty-four to seventy-two hours. SR: We are stuck here, on the IIWF's dime, until the end of the week -- when maybe we might have to miss IIWF Saturday Night and perhaps move down here for six or seven weeks while we recover from the horrors of the next two days. We should get combat pay, for Chrissakes! TD: As occasionally happens... Steve "Soundbite" Roberts is entirely correct. SR: Another dog, Dross? TD: Hold the relish.  Let's take one last look at all the action that went down from the Saddledome in Calagary last Saturday Night... ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| REWIND: IIWF Saturday Night: 27 September |_||_| \_/\_/ |_|.................................................... Intercontinental Championship Contenders Battle Royal Winner:  Duncan Macbeth Prophets of Rage draw Damage Inc. Casey James (Masked Outlaw) d. "Majestic" Maurice McArthur Otto Verhoeven d. Tonnage Cruiserweight Contenders Tournament Simon Lebec d. Billy Shakespeare (W/O) Machines d. Cold Spell/Harlequins LFD d. HPD IIWF Cruiserweight Championship Derek Mota d. Dexter St. Croix [The rain is now coming down with a little more severity, causing the tarp to be rolled out over the infield. Dross and Roberts have now pulled the umbrella from the top of a concessionaire's push cart off to the side, and rigged it to a standing fixture, keeping them relatively dry.] TD: Two big, big developments from the Saddledome on another terrific IIWF Saturday Night -- the first is, of course, the revelation that Casey "Blackheart" James is, as has been speculated for so long, the Masked Outlaw. SR: I hate to admit I was wrong, Dross.  I could not believe that such a great Champion like James would become... would become a stooge for Requiem.  I really don't want to talk about it. I get a little choked up, Dross. TD: Well, all the evidence did point in his direction... and indeed, Casey James is the Masked Outlaw -- the man who helped Requiem to defeat both Otto Verhoeven and Joe Petrow.  James looked very impressive, admittedly, against Majestic Maurice McArthur; however, he was then rushed by Brody Thunder and Steve Kowalski -- who were able to remove the mask and reveal -- once and for all -- his true identity. SR: True identity? Christ, Dross -- we're not talking about David Banner here -- "Don't make James angry... you won't like him when he's angry..." Casey James is one of the best wrestlers in the history of the IIWF -- and he has obviously been dipping his toes into the Crazy Pond.  TD: The impact of the revelation -- and James' subsequent role in the elimination of Brody Thunder and Steve Kowalski from the Battle Royal -- have necessitated a remarkable stipulation for this Saturday Night's big, big World Title Matchup between Requiem and Brody Thunder: it will be a Handcuff Match! That's right, folks. While Brody Thunder and Requiem battle it out on the inside, on the outside, four men -- Casey James, Steve Kowalski, the Highwayman, and Otto Verhoeven -- will be handcuffed to the ringposts -- thereby insuring that this match will be fought fair and square. SR: Oh, Dross... that birthday present from Becks apparently affected your brain.  What about Annis and Rogers?  What about Claw and Kowalski? And I don't even know why the "Butcher" has to be cuffed up out there. That's just not right!  It's immoral!  I hate the II... hey, sno cones! TD: Well, the "Butcher" is handcuffed apparently to keep him from attacking Casey James, who he clearly blames for his not wearing IIWF gold for a record second time.  As for the other wrestlers -- it is my understanding that once the match begins, a barricade will be set up at the top of the aisle, preventing any additional wrestlers from entering the ringside area.  It is gonna be man on man, folks... just like the World Champion has requested.  Requiem vs. Brody Thunder, this Saturday Night, in a handcuff match -- for the Heavyweight Championship of the World! SR: Hey, Dross -- that brings to mind my new joke. TD: I'm sure it does.  The other major headline from IIWF Saturday Night was the dramatic... the.. SR: Well, that wasn't very nice.  I have a joke, Dross.  You'll like it... it's about Marv Albert.  Come on, Dross -- we're in Miami! Live a little! TD: All right... one joke.  Shoot. SR: You know why Marv Albert pleaded guilty? TD: No, Steve... why did Marv Albert plead guilty? SR: He wanted to have the handcuffs put on. TD: The other major headline was that dramatic, shockin, overwhelming Intercontinental Championship contenders Battle Royal... in which it was Duncan Macbeth -- Duncan Macbeth who stepped out of the shadows and into a shot at the IC Champion at Ring Wars IV -- and maybe into IIWF superstardom. SR: Jesus, didn't that thing just end?  Our weekends our getting shorter and shorter, Dross. You gotta hand it to the guy in the skirt, though... kicked ass and took names.  Even turned on his own buddy -- it was a helluva night. TD: Indeed, Duncan Macbeth put on quite a show for the IIWF fans up in Canada, and it will be a Canadian, "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley, whom he expects to face -- provided the Quickstrike is able to keep the belt in the interim -- at Ring Wars IV in Los Angeles, California -- our first signed match for that great event. SR: Quigley will need a gun to make it to RW4. You know, I might just have to come out of retirement my own self if none of these punks can get it done. You want to talk about popping a buyrate... you put the Soundbite in a steel cage tornado exploding plastic love toy match with Chrissie -- I got your match of the year right down here, boys.  You make that bad boy... you make that thing happen and the world of wrestling comes to a standstill. TD: Should we take that as a firm challenge? I believe there is an open spot a couple of weeks down the line.  SR: Absolutely, Dross.  Absolutely.  As long as I get medical clearance.  You know, those damn insurance companies all the time sending me those big, fat disability checks.  Do you know all the signing I have to do?  Cramps up my right hand something fierce. TD: I don't believe that's why your hand cramps up, Steve Roberts. SR: Hah!  I knew Miami would be good for you, Dross -- put some hair on your ass! TD: Well, that unpleasant visual image aside -- it was a tremendous battle royal -- we saw the war between Billy Shakespeare and Ronnie Paris escalate... we saw some possible dissension within Genesis... we saw a bit of an edge to fan favorite the Subway Psycho... we saw Ike Sampson jumped from behind... we saw the apparent return to, at least the IIWF stands, of Alex Rio... and possibly even Stud Stetson, who apparently had a bit of a gift for Marty Warnett. SR: Stud Stetson.  Alex Rio.  Damn, Dross... it's like old home week around here -- next you're gonna say that Billy Shakespeare's coming back. TD: And we saw the red gloved superstar, Creed, return to IIWF action with a truly memorable performance from the number one position. SR: What I'll remember is the Cattle Buster DDT Thunder hit him with... and the Final Act to the steps -- and Warnett taking him out with the chair -- and even Serge with the chokeslam -- yeah... we'll all remember the half hour beating that punk Creed took from damn near everyone in the promotion before they dumped that overpushed punk over the top rope. TD: Many would say that young Creed showed a special kind of resilience last Saturday Night -- the sort of fortitude that has been a trademark of this youngster's career in the IIWF -- and I have to believe his star will only continue to ascend as the weeks go on. SR: You'd know. TD: We also saw a tremendous win by Otto Verhoeven over Tonnage -- who doesn't seem to have quite adjusted to IIWF speed in his short tenure here -- we saw Simon Lebec advance onto Round Two of the Cruiserweight Tournament -- and also continue his war with Scott Rogers.  The Machines won a fine triangle match against Cold Spell and the Harlequins -- and the animosity between those two teams only coninues to build. Licensed For Devastation had a nice victory over the High Plains Drifters -- who we have yet to hear much from in their return to the ring... SR: People got to understand how things work around the Double Eye Double U F'n F - Dross. TD: And we also had two big matches... the Prophets of Rage and Damage Inc. fought to a no contest -- and I have to believe this is not the last encounter betwen these two teams.  We are talking about two of the most honored teams in all of wrestling folks -- it is a dramatic, an important feud and it will be brought to you as only the IIWF can.  SR: I still don't know about the new guys, Dross.  I mean... I know one's gotta be the gay guy -- but I really haven't had time to study it yet.  Something about the go behind... But the Boyz From the Hood... them guys are just out and out tough, Dross.  The gay guy is tough, the drunk guy is tough, the old man is tough... the broads -- hell, Dross -- even those broads are tough! If I'm Damage Inc., I don't want no part of anyone named Rage.  I'll take my ball and go play with the Machines, thank you very much. TD: Also, Derek Mota defeated Dexter St. Croix... after brutally attacking him in the locker room prior to the match.  We have been strong supporters of Derek Mota on this program... but I cannot condone that sort of behavior. SR: Yeah, I'm sure Mota's all broken up about that, Dross, while he takes home the winner's paycheck and shines up his belt.  Look -- Mota's a young man on top of the world -- if he wants to use his position to step on others, to grind down his enemies into a fine Jamaican powder... [Upon these words, a number of DEA agents, previously camouflaged as empty blue seats spring to their feet, surrounding Roberts and Dross with guns drawn.] TD: Uh... Steve... maybe you should clarify. SR: Damn guys -- a little gear down for everyone.  Maybe some ritalin to go with your ritalin. There's only room in the IIWF for one shooter -- and that's me... capice? [The DEA agents slowly stand down, their apparent captain cockily swaggering over to the announce position underneath the hot dog umbrella.] DEA: Maybe next time you'll choose your words more carefully. SR: And maybe next time you'll put down your doughnut long enough to pay better attention, Kojak. TD: Uh... Steve... DEA: How would you like to be spending the next seven years in a Federal Penitentiary, Mr... what is your name, Sir? SR: How 'bout I spell it, real slow... real slow so a moron like you won't break your crayon when you write it down. [The agent gets a notepad, and begins to scribble as Roberts speaks.] SR: My name... my name is Chris Quigley.  Q-u-i-g-l-e-y.  You can find me in Portland, Oregon later on in the week -- a big, dumb son of an unnamed goat like you won't have any problem finding me... I'll be the one with your wife. TD: Good grief.  Folks... let's move on to our _First Look_ at all the action that will go down from the IIWF Coliseum on the War Room! ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| FIRST LOOK: Wednesday War Room: 1 October |_||_| \_/\_/ |_|.................................................... [Dross and Roberts have inched away from the drug enforcement agents, and have slipped down into the lower decks, standing now on the third base side, just behind the visitors' dugout.  Soundbite has managed to procure a baseball from one of the ushers -- and the two men play a lackadaisical game of catch as they begin...] ------------------------------------- Blind Guardian vs. "Nifty" Ned Norton LFD vs. The Rotundos Syndicate vs. The Barnacle Brothers Dexter St. Croix vs. Ricardo LeBleu ------------------------------------- SR: You throw like a damn girl, Dross.  Put some ass into it.  There I go again with the Marv Albert jokes. TD: We'll see four IIWF superstars kick off the card on Wednesday.  The IIWF tag team champions will appear on non-title action -- the storyline here is obvious -- how cohesive will they be after the startling revelation regarding Casey James? SR: They'll be fine, Dross.  James is a nasty son of a bitch, crazy or not -- and they'll hold on good and tight to those belts. TD: We'll see LFD and Dexter St. Croix in action -- St. Croix meeting the newest member of the JJS, young LeBleu.  Also, we have another appearance from the mysterious Blind Guardian, who was not altogether unimpressive last Wednesday. SR: No one knows a thing about this guy, Dross.  Who is he... What is he... Does he know how to bake cookies?  'Cause that's what we need more of around here, Dross -- I'd like to see a wrestling baker. That would be good.  You know, he comes to the ring with a dozen eggs and milk and butter and cookie sheets -- he's the hardcore baker.  It would be excellent, Dross -- he could call his finisher the Food Fight. Hey... maybe Nightwing could do it.  This Phoenix thing isn't much working out for him.  --------------------------------------- High Plains Drifters vs. The Equalizers --------------------------------------- TD: The Equalizers look for a second chance in the IIWF -- hoping to get on the board this week against the returning High Plains Drifters. SR: Like the Coreys, HPD just isn't as good sober as they were when they were plastered. TD: The Coreys? SR: Yeah, Dross, you know -- Haim and Feldman. They should have stayed on the junk forever and kept turning out those rock'n'roll high school movies.  See, Dross -- substance abuse can work for you.  All you kids should take note.  And especially you girls... say with your first older boyfriend, maybe your first road football game in high school... big party afterword.  Go ahead.  Take a sip of the potion... get the three wheel motion.  It's perfectly natural, girls.  Whatever your boyfriends ask you to do -- you should do it -- boys have needs you can't possibily understand. TD: What in the world is wrong with you? SR: Wrong?  Hell, Dross -- turn your love around, baby dolls.  I'm the most righteous brother in the building.  It's a 1-8-7 and I'm ready to ride. -------------------------------------------------- Scott Rogers vs. Kevin "The Cavalier" Christiansen -------------------------------------------------- TD: Two men who became acquainted last Saturday Night hook up this Wednesday.  Scott Rogers had perhaps his best IIWF effort since defeating Joe Petrow -- and was aided in it by none other than Kevin Christiansen. SR: He's Genesis!  Shawn Kemp is Genesis! TD: No... actually the Cavalier simply could not stand by and watch even a man like Scott Rogers be taken apart like that... so he stepped in -- and how did Rogers repay him?  By turning on him.  Scott Rogers is a disgraceful human being. SR: Nah, _I'm_ a disgraceful human being.  Scott Rogers is just a steroid with feet. ------------------------------------------------------- "Real Deal" Luke Steele vs. "One Man Army" Dakota Bundy ------------------------------------------------------- TD: Another Wednesday Night for the "Real Deal" -- whose victory last week over Duncan Macbeth becomes even more magnified now that the Scotsman has ascended to new heights.  Steele was also directly involved with the Subway Psycho's defeat by Tim Turner.  Luke Steele is making some noise -- and will look to make some more at the expense of Dakota Bundy. SR: We have a winner, Dross.  Close the polls.  Dakota Bundy is absolutely... positively... the ugliest man in the IIWF.  Easy.  Forget Jericho -- and I'm trying, believe me I am trying -- but this new guy Bundy is inbred ugly. He's so ugly he might scare Steele's nickname clean off him.  And that's ugly. ------------------------------- Ike Sampson vs. Mad Dog Watkins ------------------------------- TD: Big match here for young Ike, as he attempts to extract a little revenge from the former Intercontinental Champion.  SR: Ike... oh, Ike.  You are some kind of world class stupid.  How many times do the other black guys have to kick the crap out of you before you get the message?  Starks hates you... Watkins hates you... even that punk Creed eliminated you on Saturday -- damn, Dross -- if we had a wrestler who combined the sheer, overpowering ugliness of Bundy with the painful stupidity of an Ike Sampson... well, let's just say there would be a whole lot of slop droppin' goin on that night. TD: Mad Dog Watkins is sure to have a great deal to say to Ike Sampson... and all of those big matches will be recapped tomorrow night on the War Room! ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| FIRST LOOK: IIWF Saturday Night: 4 October |_||_| \_/\_/ |_|.................................................... [Dross, with a great deal of coaxing from Roberts, hops down to field level, the enormous electronic scoreboard now popping on with the words, "Shoot, Soundbite! Shoot!" visible in enormous block letters. Roberts sneaks into the home clubhouse, swiping a pair of gloves and then motioning Dross to go to the home plate area... which is still covered by the blue tarp to protect it from the elements.] 1. IIWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP HANDCUFF MATCH: Requiem [c] vs. "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder 2. IIWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH: Chris Quigley [c] vs. Creed 3. Scott Rogers & Highwayman vs. Duncan Macbeth & Timothy N. Turner 4. Damage Inc. vs. The Machines 5. IIWF CRUISERWEIGHT TOURNAMENT FIRST ROUND MATCH: The Phoenix vs. Dirt Dog Unique Allah 6. Marty Warnett vs. Serge Annis 7. Subway Psycho vs. "Real Deal" Luke Steele 8. Natural Predators vs. The Down Boys [Roberts stands on an approximation of the pitcher's mound as Dross laboriously gets into a catchers crouch.  Roberts exaggeratedly shakes his head yelling in...] SR: No curveball, Dross.  I'm bringing the gas.  I got cheese, daddy. I'm coming with the high heat. [Dross slowly shakes his head as Roberts now steps off the mound, pantomiming an argument with an umpire only he can see.] TD: Big, big... _big_ card this Saturday Night. Maybe one of the finest double main events in IIWF history -- Thunder meets Requiem in that World Title handcuff match -- and it will be the youngster Creed challenging for the belt he does not believe he should ever have lost, meeting Chris Quigley with the IC gold at stake. [Roberts continues yelling at the... umpire.  Who now apparently is Busdriver/Pilot Nils... the burly man having been grabbed out of the dugout by Roberts specifically for this tirade.] SR: Balk!  Balk!  What do you mean I went to my mouth?  If I go to my mouth you'll know about it, you piece of dog-Quigley!  The only thing that's been near this mouth in days is your momma.  Oh... I'm out of the game?!  I'm out of the game?!  I'll show you who's out of the game! [Roberts starts kicking... well, nothing... as the tarp is covering the infield dirt, and starts kicking it on... well, no one -- as Nils began to walk away early in the diatribe.] TD: We also have the big tag matches... the two new teams, the Down Boys and the Natural Predators will meet -- as will Damage Inc. and the Machines. Finally, we have Turner and Macbeth taking on Rogers and the Highwayman in what is sure to be an intriguing contest. [Roberts is now in full vent, his veins pulsing from his neck... his hat turned around backwards... Roberts screaming at the top of his lungs at... no one.] SR: OH YEAH! OH YEAH!  YOU CALL THAT A BALL?! YOU CALL THAT A BALL?! I'LL SHOW YOU A GODDAMN BALL!! [Roberts then begins unbuckling his belt, dropping his pants and mooning the imaginary umpire.] TD: Singles action will also take center stage.  The Phoenix meets Dirt Dog Unique Allah in Cruiserweight Tournament action... Marty Warnett will take on Serge Annis... and the Subway Psycho meets Luke Steele to round out what should truly be one of the most memorable IIWF Saturday Nights of all time!  I encourage each and every one of you to cancel your plans... and get the VCRs rolling -- because it is gonna be a doozy of a night! SR: AND YOU CAN KISS MY WHITE, HAIRY ASS! ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL: The Natural Predators |_||_| \_/\_/ |_|.................................................... TD: One of those new teams which will be making their Saturday Night debut is the Natural Predators. Let's hear a little more about this talented duo, in the first half of a special two-part "Up Close and Personal." [The screen fades, and is then captioned: "Mat Legends: Kuyler Greyson. Narrated by Chris Garrison" The captions fade, giving way to various clips of "stables" through the ages.] NARRATOR: Pro wrestling has seen a resurgance of the stable mentality. The idea that the best wrestlers have to stick togeter in order to make any headway. In the footsteps of the Heenan Family, groups have appeared in many federations claiming superiority under one name, or one manager. One who has been different in that way has been the subject of our profile tonight, Kuyler Greyson. [Cut to a clip of Kuyler with the SAW incarnation of the Kuyler Dynasty.] In a league where wars were fought by groups -- a small league with major turmoil -- the Kuyler Dynasty ensured a number of young prospects the chance to achieve success. [Cut to Josef Tadeuscz, who has his name and "EEF champion" written under his image in a caption.] JOSEF: I was 24 years old when I signed with Kuyler. He managed me in the Wild Cards before the close of the SAW. He took us into this small unit, this family, where we learned wrestle on higher level. [Cut to various ring clips.] NARR: The Wild Cards are just one of the teams to come from Kuyler's Dynasty which took in nine wrestlers, eight of whom are active today. But who is Kuyler Greyson? [Clips of childhood.] Kuyler Greyson was born on October 9th, 1960, in Pittsburgh, PA. The oldest of three children, Kuyler was a good student at Allegheny High School. His skills in collegiate style wrestling attracted the notice of his one time manager, Darrin "Madness" Madden. [Cut to black and white footage of a collegiate style match against Butler HS.] DARRIN: [voice over] Kuyler was good. He was fast, he was strong, and he got the opponents in positions they could rarely break out of. He came close to a record set in 1921, missing the all time win record by three matches. He was good, and I knew he could be great. [Clip of Kuyler learning wrestling holds from a professional.] NARR: Kuyler learned how to wrestle professionally and was quite a popular young wrestler in the Pittsburgh leagues, wrestling in undercards. It was as an undercard wrestler he met Bruno Sammartino, who changed his life. [Cut to Kuyler, in a black single breasted suit, hair pulled back into a ponytail.] KUYLER: You know what it is to meet a legend for the first time? Talking to Bruno was like talking to a guiding light. He saw this inherent talent I had and said I had to do something to get out of Pittsburgh and into the world picture. He introduced me to a man who had a league in Europe... and I signed on as an undercard wrestler there. My first contract, for $30,000. [Clips of Kuyler in Europe.] NARR: Kuyler had been attending Duquesne University, where he had a full scholarship as a collegiate wrestler. He transferred to the University of Dublin, where the telecasts for his new league were taped. The OWWN -- Old World Wrestling Network -- had medium success for the duration of Kuyler's two year contract, and he got his degree in business and administration. He was 23 years old. KUYLER: [voice over clips against a Russian wrestler, 100 lbs heavier than Kuyler] There was no Cruiserweight championship to speak of, and at 227 lbs, I was smaller than most of the men I had faced. I won some matches, lost some, and wanted to make a full commitment. Doug O'Shea, an Irish man... big burly, strongman... told me I had to stay in college, get something in case my career ended one night. Sure enough, two weeks later, he was in a match with this Turkish wrestler... "Dervish" ad-Zagred and Dervish hit him with a chair from the top turnbuckle... a dive bomb. Broke the base of his spine, and paralyzed O'Shea from the waist down. I stuck to undercard stuff while I finished my degree work. Then I was ready for the big time. NARR: Kuyler returned to the US in 1986, and had made a name for himself as one of the masked "Executioners" in the NECW -- North-Eastern Championship Wrestling -- bringing the masked team to the peak rank of #1 contenders. [Cut to a big burly man, name "German Torres" captioned.] GERMAN: Kuyler had joined what was an elite club when he came in. Every big name to come through the NECW was at one point or another an Executioner. He, myself, and another man, Callum McGrady, alternated who would show up in the ring what night. I was the big guy, and they switched between small guys. We had gotten good when the tag scene had gotten lax. Then, all of a sudden, he quits, says he has an idea for a new team, without masks. This is in early '87. NARRATOR: It was this new team that would bring Kuyler Greyson to the forefront as a wrestling talent. He found a young man by the name of Colin Gehan, and together, they made up the team TECH SUPPORT. Colin was 19, Kuyler 27. [Cut to Colin, aka the Master.] COLIN: Kuyler was the guiding force to keep me in wrestling. I was good with suplexes, but had a hard time getting started. After all, when you're wrestling, you can't really start with a suplex... you have to weaken them up first. I had the stuff to finish, but not to start the matches. That was Tech Support. He'd start, I'd work them over from midmatch on. It was frighteningly simple. [Clips of Tech Support vs. the Executioners.] NARR: Simple but effective. Kuyler had given Colin his niche and filled in where he could, helping the young wrestler develop fully and realize the potential there. Something he would later become famous for. Tech Support has a series of strong wins over teams like the Executioners and Heat Stroke, but never got a shot at the titles. Kuyler and Colin entered a battle royal to determine who would face the then-Intercontinental Champion of the NECW, Buster "Irongut" Kelly. COLIN: When you're a scrawny guy like I was... couldn't have been over 230... you tend to get wiped out of battle royals fast. I'm at 270 now, and still have a hard time in Battle Royals... But Kuyler? You got this little guy darting back and forth, I was the first guy knocked out, but he stayed in there and beat everyone else out. He got his title shot two weeks later. [Cut to clips of Greyson-Kelly match.] NARR: A match that made the NECW stand up and notice. Kelly, a 300lbs man who stood taller and stronger than Kuyler, was defeated via pinfall in 57 minutes of a one hour long match.  Kuyler Greyson had taken the Intercontinental Championship, the only belt he was ever to hold himself. [Cut to Kuyler.] KUYLER: Didn't matter if I had lost the belt 15 days later to Christian Blackridge or not. What mattered was I had earned this championship... and I felt like nothing was gonna stop me. NARR: Nothing but the release of Colin Gehan from his contract in 1989. The upper crust felt he was slowing Kuyler down and told him that Tech Support was no more. Kuyler, in a show of unity all too lacking by many tag members, tore up his contract and walked out with Colin Gehan. Together, Tech Support amassed an impressive 134 wins in a space of six years. They seemed unstoppable, and Kuyler was on his way to a career as a headline wrestler. It was then that he met Karen Martisse, a young British woman who was a correspondant for the EWN -- Explosive Wrestling Network. He had fallen in love with her, and the two were engaged to be married. Then disaster struck. [Cut to "EWN BLOODWARS 1995" final match, Tech Support vs. Steelbloods for the Tag Team Championship in a steel cage.] NARR: Malachi Steelblood had already won by climbing out of the cage before Colin, who had improved to the point of equal partnership, could. Outside the ring, Colin was jumped and held back by Farrel Booker, a young wrestler who wanted to impress the Steelbloods, while they went back in for an already wounded Kuyler Greyson. Absuing him to the point of extreme internal damage, he was carried to the top of the 15' Steel Cage, bound in reinforced ropes, and thrown to the concrete floor below. Kuyler Greyson was rushed to the hospital. COLIN: Karen was right there, she got him away from all this. He spent six months recovering from that pointless attack. Why? Because Malachi Steelblood wanted revenge over scheduling. Kuyler was a top level competitor, and stole the spotlight from the Steelbloods. Tech Support was a "baddy" team when they came in and the Steelbloods a "goody" team. Suddenly, Tech Support became the fan faves and the Steelbloods got angrier and angrier. Malachi and Jameson Steelblood became the villains we were, and then, well... [Cut to clips of the marriage... Kuyler using a cane.] NARR: Kuyler Greyson was married. And as a promise to his wife, who had spent six months watching him recover, he promised the end of his active wrestling career. He became Colin's manager. KUYLER: Colin had become "The Master of Retribution", and put Booker and the Steelbloods out of wrestling... I took this name and shortened it to "The Master"... something that fitted him rather well. And Colin was good. My business sense had pushed him to the point where he was on the verge of a title shot when the EWN had folded. It was then we went on our most serious endeavour. Kuyler Greyson was finished as a wrestler... but the Kuyler Dynasty would leave my name as a legacy to the wrestling world. NARR: Next week, in the conclusion of our look at Kuyler Greyson and the Natural Predators, we'll meet Victor Milsson, Paul Wolcott, and Daniel Twin-Bear... and see how these three became the new generation of wrestling superstars under the guidance of Kuyler Greyson... and the birth of the Kuyler Dynasty. Until next time, I'm Chris Garrison. Good night. [Fade back to the sportsground.] ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| COMING FRIDAY: Countdown to Saturday Night |_||_| \_/\_/ |_|.................................................... [Roberts has hiked up his pants, and is now standing on third base, Dross remaining in his crouch behind the plate.] SR: Hey, Dross!  Block the plate! TD: What? SR: Let's play the 1971 All-Star Game... I'm Rose... you're Fosse -- it'll be fun.  Block the plate, Dross!  I'm comin' in! TD: Ah hell.  All right. Tune in tomorrow when Larry Morton and Becky LaRue bring you all the action on the War Room... then Friday, Brian Lau and Larry will "Countdown" to IIWF Saturday Night. Finally, live from the IIWF Coliseum... the finest two hours of weekly live wrestling anywhere in the world -- IIWF Saturday Night! [Roberts then takes off, steaming down the thrid base line making locomotive sounds as Dross almost unknowingly pounds the ball into his glove and crouches down directly in front of the plate.] TD: So... for Steve "Soundbite" Roberts... [Chug...Chug...Chug...] TD: And all of us here at "Inside the IIWF"... I am Tim Dross saying... EEEEEE!! 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