. ___. __ ____ __ ________ ______ ||\ |/ | || | | || | || |\ \ /\ / /| __| || \|\__ | __||__ | |_||__ | || | \ v v / | __| || | \|/ || | | || |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| ||______/|\__||__ | | ||_________________________ with Tim Dross & "Soundbite" Steve Roberts Tuesday 25 November 1997 ................................................... [Open on the parking lot of the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, immediately following the biggest Pay-Per-View in the history of the IIWF, Ring Wars IV. Veteran IIWF commentators Tim Dross and Steve "Soundbite" Roberts shake hands as the "Soundbite" hops into his rented burgundy Toyota MR2 and speeds off into his vacation... Lindsay Buckingham's "Holiday Road" plays as clips of the two men spending their respective vacaions is shown: ...The Soundbite, beginnings of stubble evident on his face, sitting alongside Alan Thicke, Anson Williams, Garrett Morris and Rick Dees as judges for the Miss Hawaiian Tropic Contest... ...Dross watching the 1997 IIWF Year In Review video collection with his brother Hoss while his sister-in-law, Penelope Ann, brings them meatball hoagies... ...The Soundbite, in a stylish Italian suit, presenting a Cable Ace award alongside ubermodel Karen Mulder, whose backless gown does not go unappreciated by our man Steve... ....Dross in Phoenix, Arizona watching the Major League Baseball Expansion Draft, Tim with pencil and grey folder in hand, laboriously recording each of the selections in between bites of his philly cheesesteak sandwich... ...The Soundbite on stage at the Beaver Trap "adult nightclub" back in Portland, bumping and grinding with featured performer Amy Lynn... ....Dross, at the IIWF Towers, slaving over the "Big Board", shuffling names of wrestlers in and out of various slots, then circling the date December 13, in bright red pen as a smile creeps over his face -- and a pepperoni pizza slice slides over his lips... ...Roberts and Dross backstage at the Golden Grapple Awards, together holding up three of the prized statuettes... Cut to a live shot of the Arm Bar, the only professional wrestling themed sports bar on the West Coast, the bar is steeped in dark brick and timber...with black I beams supporting large Firkin kegs above the raised platform on which sit... Tim Dross and Steve Roberts. The music fades as the collected begin to chant, "I-I-W-F... I-I-W-F... I-I-W-F... I-I-W-F!", and amidst all of the hoopla, Tim Dross begins:] TD:  Hello, Portland! [Big hometown pop from the denizens of the Arm Bar, as they now begin to chant Dross' name.] TD: Hello, fans of the _Mighty_ I-I-W-F! [The chanting begins anew, "I-I-W-F... I-I-W-F!"] TD: Welcome to the hottest, the freshest, the most innovative weekly program about professional wrestling _anywhere_ in the world today... this is... [The fans shout along with Dross the name of the program:] TD: "INSIDE THE IIWF"! ["I-I-W-F... I-I-W-F... I-I-W-F..."] TD: I am your host, Tim Dross and alongside me, as always, is the hardest working man in the rasslin' business, the Two Time Grapple Award Winning Steve "Soundbite" Roberts! [Big Pop from the crowd, chants of "Shoot, Soundbite! Shoot!" rising as Roberts stands and makes a full bow to the assembled.  The Soundbite now has a full beard, clearly having not shaved during his nearly three week vacation, and is wearing an orange t-shirt reading, "SNOW BRAWL -- JUDGMENT NIGHT!"] TD: Steve Roberts, Welcome. SR: Dross, I missed ya, big guy.  I missed you, I missed these morons out here, I missed Sparkplug and... by God... I even missed the rasslin', Dross.  Whaddya say we put on a show, buddy? TD: We indeed will put on a show, Steve Roberts, and we will put on a show from the _NEW_ home of "Inside the IIWF", right here in the historic Pearl District in beautiful Portland, right here from the Willamette Valley, right here from the place with the finest Black Strap Stout anywhere in the world... right here from the Arm Bar, Steve Roberts. SR: It ain't no Beaver Trap, Dross... but it'll do in a pinch.  Now, if you're looking for a pinch, it just won't do at all.  Can't get a European friction dance around here to save your life... no full contact nudity... no girl/girl pudding fights after midnight on the weekends... no glory holes... no bobbing for dollars... no chance a firm young blonde will toss your salad... Hey, Dross... Maggie Paris ain't here, is she? Troy? I'm going back on vacation. [The fans begin to hoot and holler, and an odd mix of people is now noticed -- there is a large professional contingent, men and women dressed in suits and skirts - alongside the blue collar, "working class heroes" which one would expect to find at a tavern devoted to professional wrestling.] TD: Well, not going back on vacation are the superstars of the IIWF -- it was less than three weeks ago now that they put on what will truly go down as one of the finest Pay-Per-Views in wrestling history, Ring Wars IV.  It had it all, thrills, chills, excitement and sorrow, like a great Shakespearean tragedy, Ring Wars IV was an epic story playing out over five distinct acts... here is a very special _look back_ at some of the happenings from the LA Coliseum... and Ring_Wars_IV!  ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| REWIND: |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| IIWF Ring Wars IV: 8 November ....................................................................... [Each head in the bar turns to one of the may large video screens that adorn each wall, each of them displaying what the shot will momentarily... Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" plays as we see the interior of the cavernous LA Memorial Coliseum filling up for Ring Wars IV... Cut to shots of numerous IIWF wrestlers entering the reserved parking lot -- and moving to the locker room area. Billy Shakespeare... giving a wave to his fans as he walks to the entranceway... Porteaux and Ramos, Damage Inc., signing a few autographs as they move to the locker room... The legendary Lord Byron, seeming in a fog as he stands confused as to in which entrance he is supposed to walk... Duncan Macbeth, heavily favoring his knee as he slaps the outstretched hands of the fans... And the Heavyweight Champion of the World, Brody Thunder, his index finger held aloft as he disappears into the dressing room... The music kicks in as Sparkplug Lee announces, "Welcome to Ring Wars IV!" and we see quick cuts of the entrance of Jani Lane leading the Down Boys to the ring... Bradley Reed cackling as he brings a six year old girl into the ring... Moxy Blue hopping up to the annouce table... Scott Rogers with his arm around Dakota Bundy as they stand together on the apron... and Derek Mota, handing his Cruiserweight Championship over to the official. Faster now, images of the action; all four tag teams battling... the Grey Phoenix of the Natural Predators shackling Reggie Starr to the ringpost... the Down Boys and the Machines celebrating and then all three teams turning on LFD... Alex Rio hitting the ring, using a variety of familiar poses... the Cavalier cleaning house to the roar of the crowd... Luke Steele and Dexter St. Croix using a double teamed spike piledriver on Christiansen... Steele with his arm raised by the official... Marty Warnett receiving a huge ovation as he enters the aisle, then brutally beaten down... Stone with a chairshot... Stud Stetson with a DDT to the chair... Reed with a moonsault and an easy three count... the Highwayman roaring through Rogers and Bundy, hitting a Daylight Robbery... Rogers then double crossing Bundy with a scooter to the back of the head... the Highwayman and Rogers raising their arms together... and then Blue and Rogers attacking Smith, Blue and Rogers pulling a triple cross... Sampson and Starks are nose-to-nose... trading right hands in and out of the ring... Sampson with the 360 degree clothesline of Starks... Ike with the katahe jime, reversed by Starks as he chokes Sampson out... Tim Turner revealing his jet pack to the thrill of the crowd... Mota hurling steel chair after steel chair into the ring... Mota with the remarkable somersault bulldog... Mota with the flying elbowdrop through the table... Mota grabbing Turner's jet pack -- and piledriving TNT through it... before Tim pulls out a freak cradle... Turner given the Cruiserweight belt... and then flying out of sight on the jet pack... the camera focusing on the sun, just disappearing below the horizon... The shot dissolves and the music fades... the sky clearly growing darker as LL Cool J's "Phenomenon" begins... And the first image seen is the Deathbringer, pointing dead at the former World Champion Requiem as the crowd pops wildly... Requiem tombstoning the 'Bringer twice on the concrete... the Deathbringer continuing to rise... battering Requiem down -- hitting a chokeslam -- and then a top rope tombstone... Requiem carried from the Coliseum by his fans... Icehawk and Fitzgerald entering the ring together... battling it out until Tragedy and Chaos enter... the teams degenerating into random battles... Tragedy pinning Chaos... then Icheawk hitting the Arctic Freeze and taking the pinfall... Paris and Shakespeare each drawing huge reactions as they step into the ring... the "Paris Sucks" chants enormous as Ronnie lands a flying dropkick through the steps... Shakespeare hits a Final Act somersault DDT... and gets a pinfall... Paris quickly following up with an Octopus hold submission... each man trading nearfalls... Paris with a Northern Lights Suplex and then a pier six brawl up the ropes... Shakespeare with the superplex through the Spanish announce table, Hugo Hugo sent to the floor as Shakespeare crawls back to the ring... accepting his hard fought win... Paris snapping... attacking Shakespeare who is saved with a flourish by the returning Takezo Musashi, the Enigma getting the wild face pop as he grabs the Japanese flag... the shot focusing on the rising sun as it and the music fade... Filter's "Hey Man, Nice Shot" begins as Shadoe Rage descends from his "throne" in the stands to take his place beside Derek Rage... the crowd popping as Derek belly-to-belly's Ramos clean over the top rope... Porteaux hits an asai moonsault from the cage... Ramos with the chairshot... Unique with the Deadly Venom... Ramos moving to the top of the cage... and missing a moonsault... The Rages with the Headwrecker... and the Angel of Death... and the Hammer of God... and the pinfall... Chris Quigley and Duncan Macbeth going toe-to-toe... words... boots... fists... neither man giving an inch... Quigley working Macbeth's knee over... Quigley with a series of chairshots... Quigley with the Quickstriker... that Macbeth breaks!!... Macbeth battering Quigley with the kneebrace... Quigley fighting back, hitting a series of suplexes... nearfalls... a smashed bottle of ale and Quigley lands a superkick... Quigley attacking Macbeth with a ringbell and a superplex... Macbeth refusing to stay down, hitting the Claymore... and then is attacked by the _standing_ Steve Manning, a shocked Quigley getting the pinfall as the crowd lustily boos... the shot focusing on the sneering Manning, Jr., and dissolving as the music fades... ...Replaced by the opening chords to Peter Gabriel's "Red Rain"... and the familiar crimson letters on the video wall... Anyone Anywhere Anytime ...we see Lord Byron, staring dead across the ring at the snarling 300+ pound German monster Otto Verhoeven... Serge Annis, the Subway Psycho and Creed each taking a deep breath as they are surrounded by the barbed wire prison... Verhoeven battering Byron around the ring... ramming him pillar to post... Creed with a double released German Suplex... Annis with the double piledriver... Annis with the double t-bone superplex... Byron with a series of stepover toeholds... Creed, blood flowing freely from his left eye, elevating with a flying forearm that sends the Subway Psycho to the outside... Verhoeven breaking the hold and applying the camel clutch... Byron helplessly trapped under the weight of his former partner... barbed wire trash cans... baseball bats... broken glass... a broken table... the retaining barrier in the ring... and Creed/Annis/Psycho bloody and battered hitting each other with right hands... Byron hitting the spinning enzuigiri and applying the Aristoclutch... the fans now chanting the Englishman's name... ...the fans chanting the red gloved warrior Creed's name as we see his slicing his own eyelid... stitching himself up... and then falling from the top of the ladder to a barbed wire covered outside... the sky opening into a torrential thunderstorm... Creed and Annis with the double jawbreaker on the Psycho... Creed kicking out from the Epitomizer and then landing the GFA superbomb... ...Otto shockingly breaking the Aristoclutch... ...Annis shockingly kicking out of the GFA... Otto grabbing control... hitting Byron with three consecutive Slaugherslams and accepting the pinfall victory... Annis grabbing control... hitting Creed with three consecutive Samoan Drops and accepting the pinfall victory... Peter Gabriel's plaintive lyric concluding as the shot moves to a split screen, Lord Byron and Creed... each leaving the Coliseum in dejection... # Red Rain / Coming down Red Rain is pouring down Red Rain is falling down all over me I'm begging you / Red Rain coming down Red Rain is pouring down.. Oh, Me / Over me... Red Rain # The shot dissolves on a solitary raindrop hitting the "Anyone, Anwhere, Anytime" t-shirt left by Creed in the aisle... the music fading away... ...to be replaced by Bob Seger's "Turn the Page", the shot going black and white... The Heavyweight Champion of the World, Brody Thunder walks the aisle in a "Legend Killer" t-shirt, followed by the Hall of Famer J.W. Hardin, dressed entirely in black... Thunder and Hardin staring each other down... Thunder hitting a flying inverted neckbreaker... the fight moving into the crowd... Thunder with the chairshot... Hardin thrusting Thunder's neck throught the steel chair, the chants of "Bro-dy... Bro-dy... Bro-dy" ringing out as Hardin smashes Thunder in between the steel steps... Thunder with the whip... Hardin hitting the Thunderbolt shoulderbreaker... Brody Thunder battered... but refusing to lose as he responds with the Widowmaker vertical suplex... Hardin with the Cattle Buster DDT... Hardin with the Cattle Buster DDT... Thunder with the small package!! 1... 2... 3! Thunder rising, Hardin disgusted with the decision, a wild brawl breaking out... the dressing rooms emptying.... an enormous pop as Steve "The Fury" Kowalski makes a dramatic entrance, Skullpumping the Champion as the crowd screams... the chants "Skull-pump! Skull-pump! Skull-pump!" heard as the shot focuses in on the World Championship belt... as the shot and the music fade...] [The fans burst into applause, many now excitedly talking about their favorite moments from the card.] TD: It was indeed an evening which will long be remembered, Chris Quigley and the Cold Quins retained their Championships... Tim Turner is your new IIWF Cruiserweight Champion... old stand-bys like Otto Verhoeven and Billy Shakespeare returned to the top of the sport... we saw the arrival of men like Serge Annis and Bradley Reed to the list of "name players" in the IIWF... Ring Wars brought surprise returns of Takezo Musashi, Deathbringer and "The Fury" Steve Kowalski... the Prophets of Rage have indelibly stamped themselves on the top of the tag team heap... And the IIWF World Heavyweight Champion, Brody Thunder, can now make a legitimate claim to being, quite simply, the greatest wrestler in the world today.  SR: Yeah, Dross... but even better are the guys who lost, who were embarrassed and who have run away screaming like twelve year old girls after seeing the filmstrip "Menstruation And You" in 7th grade Health Class.  Creed?  Adios. Requiem?  Sayonara. Marty Warnett?  Oooh, we'll miss you real bad, Marty. Dexter St. Croix?  Lets just say, we'll see him again in three to five. It's all good, Dross.  Bury the dead, baby dolls. Bury the dead. TD: I don't believe we've heard the word mensturation on "Inside the IIWF" before, glad to see you're well on your way to defending your Golden Grapple award next year, Steve Roberts. SR: Hey, Hey, Dross... there's no need to get snippy with the money. TD: The money? SR: That's right, baby dolls.  "The money" -- I mean, you can talk all you want about Ring Wars IV... and the "behind the scenes" teams that put together each match -- and you can talk about the Golden Grapple Awards and how I won... how many Grapples did I win, Dross? TD: That would be two, Steve Roberts. SR: Two Grapples!  Two Grapples! Wooooo! TD: And this show won an award as well, Steve Roberts, we thank everyone for your support.  SR: And that's my award too Dross, hell, that's 2 1/2 Grapples!  I'm the 2 1/2 Grapple Award Winning Soundbite!  And do you know why, Dross? Any of you morons here in the Arm Bar know why?! [Together, Dross and the fans shout out... "No... Why?"] SR: 'Cause I gots skills.  Mad, dope, silly skills. I'm Steve "Soundbite" Roberts -- and I gots skills to pay the bills. TD: Be that as it may, Steve Roberts, the facial hair maybe should have been left back in Hawaii. SR: No!  You go, Dross!  The beard stays. [Roberts then begins eerily rubbing his face, almost seeming to be soothing his beard as were it a pet.] TD: We would indeed like to thank everyone associated with Ring Wars IV, both in front of and behind the scenes of what truly was the finest IIWF Pay-Per-View of all time -- and a special thanks goes to Gregg Osterhout, who again this year produced the Golden Grapple Awards, our hats off the Gregg, who has also been the head of the Wednesday War Room production team for the last few months -- and who is now stepping down. SR: The beard stays... The_beard_stays! TD: In fact, we'll see a good many changes as the IIWF returns to action this week, John DeWolfe takes over as Executive Producer of Wednesday War Room... and Rusty Priske will assume those same duties on Friday's "Countdown to Saturday Night"... we hope that our good friend Larry Morton can take the strain of all of the changes.  SR: What about this show, Dross... Good God, if ever there was a show that could beneift from some "behind the scenes" tweaking it would be this one. TD: Not yet, Steve Roberts.  Our current production team is at eight plus months and counting with "Inside the IIWF" -- and the Good Lord willing and if the creek don't rise, it's gonna remain that way for the time being. [Many of the fans begin to applaud, some shouting out, "Drossism! Drossism!"] TD: In the ring, the IIWF is changing as well, we will see a tremendous, maybe an unprecedented influx of new talent as the IIWF moves toward Snow Brawl on January 17, five of these competitors are scheduled to compete, in fact, this Saturday Night... and we'll get a chance to take a look at them at the end of the broadcast.  Right now, we can take a look at that entire big card coming your way as the IIWF returns to the Coliseum right here in Portland, Oregon!  Here is your _First Look_ at all the action! ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| FIRST LOOK: |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| IIWF Saturday Night: 29 November 1997 ....................................................................... 1. Champion vs. Champion vs. Champion Triangle Match:    "Lone Wolf" Brody Thunder vs. "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley    vs. Timothy N. Turner 2. Eight Man Tag Sudden Death Elimination Match:    Lord Byron, Tony Starks, Subway Psycho & Mark Destructo vs.    Duncan Macbeth, Billy Shakespeare, "Savage" Shadoe Rage &    "To Excess" Rick Williams [One fall eight-man tag team encounter, winning team immediately faces off in elimination match (pinfall, submission, over the top rope). Sole survivor gets shot at World title on 13 December!] 3. "Winner Takes All" World Tag Team Championship Unification Match:    Harlequins vs. Cold Spell 4. Tornado Match:    Otto "the Butcher" Verhoeven vs. "Real Deal" Luke Steele vs.    Highwayman vs. Serge Annis 5. Returnees vs. Newcomers:    Steve "the Fury" Kowalski, "Enigma" Takezo Musashi & Deathbringer vs.    Christopher Stonebreaker, Charles Scheffield & MYSTERY PARTNER 6. Ring Wars Winners vs. Losers:    Scott Rogers, "The Brat" Bradley Reed, Ike Sampson vs.    Ronnie Paris, Derek Mota, Kevin "the Cavalier" Christiansen 7. Winners Get First Shot At World Tag Team Championship:    The Machines vs. Damage Inc. vs. High Plains Drifters vs. Down Boys 8. Cruisers Climb The Ladder Match: [Every cruiserweight in the IIWF, whether otherwise on the card or not, invited to participate.  Whomever is first to climb the ladder and grab the hanging jet pack will receive a Cruiserweight Title Shot on 13 December!] SR: What the hell crap is this, Dross? TD: Certainly a busy IIWF Saturday Night heading your way -- as each and every singles wrestler on the IIWF roster has the opportunity to have his hand raised at the Coliseum.  SR: Not a singles match among 'em.  Monster say, "Roooooaaaarrrrr", Dross. TD: It certainly could be unofficially described as Geometric Saturday Night... when you have eight matches and thirty plus singles... not to mention the tags... it certainly can result in some _unusual_ configurations as the IIWF returns to Portland this Saturday Night. SR: Hell, LaRue, a shetland pony, a tricycle and the pancreas of William Howard Taft is an unusual configuration... these matches is damn goofy. TD: One of those matches will pit all three champions, Thunder, Quigley and Turner in a "One Fall" triangle match.  All three men will be legal simultaneously -- and whomever records the first fall will win the match. SR: Can we talk about this now, Dross?  See, there are a few things I admire... duplicity, gamesmanship, a woman in leather pants, raindrops on roses and bourbon on kittens... but this Quigley has gone too far.  What does he expect us to believe?  Does he really think we don't know that he and that freak Manning were planning that "Lawdy, Lawdy I can walk" show all along?  TD: I'm not saying I always condone Chris Quigley's actions... but it certainly seemed to me that he was as surprised as the rest of us when Steve Manning, Jr., who had presumably been paralyzed in a terrible accident -- in fact had been swerving everybody... and his interference is one of the main reasons that it is not the Scotsman Macbeth who is IC Champion today. SR: Oh, please... next you're gonna tell me that all those Von Erichs really are dead.  Lets ask one of the morons... hey, moron... Whaddya think -- QuigleyGate '97-- What Did Chrissie Know and When Did He Know It? [A man in his mid-20's looks up and shuffles his way to one of the standing microphones.  He is wearing khakis, a simple white shirt and an anachronistically thin tie which appears to have pictures of the Beatles prinited thereon.  The young man stands at the microphone... then bursts into tears... and has to be led away by another man, this one of Japanese descent.] SR: Christ.  You'da thought I'd insulted Icehawk or something. TD: We'll see Duncan Macbeth leading one of the two teams in that big eight man tag... now, folks... this is really two matches in one.  The first half is the tag match -- the same as any other tag match, one fall to the finish... if any man is eliminated -- the team is eliminated. But that's when it gets fun... as soon as one team is declared the winner -- with no stoppage whatsover the elimination match begins... the winning team will then turn on each other -- all four men trying to pin, force a submission or throw his three teammates over the top rope... With the ultimate winner... the winner receiving a shot at Brody Thunder and the World's Championship on December 13!  It's gonna be wild! SR: Totally funked up match, Dross... the has been Byron, Richard Roundtree, Bernie Goetz and the new guy Destructo on one side... and the Scotsman, Rage, and the 'nother new guy Williams on the other. TD: And Billy Shakespeare. SR: It was nice seeing him again at the Grapples, Dross.  I hear he's doing real well with that Blitzsphere University out in Arizona. Got his own web site... talking about the flying shoulderblock and its relationship to the Louisiana Purchase... he's done pretty good for himself. TD: We'll see gold put on the line when the Harlequins and Cold Spell return to their original teams and battle it out "Once and For All" for possession of those belts... and four other teams, the High Plains Drifters, the Machines, Damage Inc. and the Down Boys will meet with the winners getting the first shot at those tag belts. SR: Who decides when they take that shot, Dross?  Is it Becky?  Alex Rio?  Bernadette Peters?  Robert Novak?  Tell me Dross... who decides?! TD: Actually, the winner of that match will themselves decide... next Wednesday Night... during the very first War Room broadcast in over a month -- the winners of that tag team match will "call out" the new champions -- they will get to dictate when they want the shot at those straps.  It should be quite a scene. SR: Can I incorporate the Susan Sarandon comments by reference? TD: So noted.  We also have a four way tornado match -- that means absolutely anything goes folks... We have a real intriguing six man tag featuring the IIWF returnees: Deathbringer, Kowalski and the Enigma against three additional newcomers, one of whom apparently will be a mystery partner. SR: I know who it is. TD: We also have a six man pitting the Ring Wars Winners vs... SR: The guys who sucked the pipe of dispair. TD: Well, I was going to say "less fortunate" but your description will suffice.  And to kick it all off... we will have sort of a replay of our match at the Air Force Academy -- except this time the match will be announced. Tim Turner has generously agreed to donate his beloved jet pack for the opening match... now the jet pack will be suspended high above the IIWF ring... and, once the bell rings... any Cruiserweight in the IIWF... this is, as they say, legit, folks... any Cruiserweight is eligible to grab a ringside ladder... and climb up to grab it. On December 13 -- the man with the jet pack will meet the man with the gold, Tim Turner -- for the Cruiserwieght Championship of the World!  SR: Nobody will play. TD: That's silly, Steve Roberts... the prize is a shot at the Cruiserweight championship!  Every man in the company who is under 230 pounds will be in that ring as the card starts on Saturday... and they will fight with all they have for the right to meet Tim Turner in two weeks. SR: Nah, see Dross... wrestlers are idiots.  I know... I used to wrestle and by God... did I beat the hell out of a lot of idiots.  And the dumbest ones of all are the tiny guys, Dross.  If those cruisers don't hear their music playing and have a road manager shove them into the aisle, they're just as likely to spend all Saturday Night sticking their genitals in the copy machine and trying to think of a seven letter word for "slack jawed yokel".  You want the word, munchkins?  C-R-U-I-S-E-R.  TD: Well, I think you're wrong... I say that... at least five of the cruiserweights on the active singles roster will be in that ring -- rarin' and ready to go for this one. SR: Care to make it interesting, Dross? TD: All right, Steve Roberts.  What do you have in mind?  SR: Okay... if I win, Dross... if five Cruiserweights don't get their asses to that ring and try to win that belt... then next week... next week... I do this show without you, buddy.  All by myself.  You can come -- and sit in this chair right here, have yourself a stout... but you don't get to say a word... no_matter_what! [Pop from the fans... many trying to anticipate exactly what format an "All Soundbite Inside the IIWF" might take.] TD: Steve Roberts, never let it be said that Tim Dross is afraid to make a deal. [The "Shoot, Soundbite! Shoot!" chants begin again.] TD: However, however, if I'm right... if five cruiserweights step forward and try to grab that jet pack on Saturday Night... then next week, you, Steve Roberts will have to recite a poem. SR: Hell, Dross... I'll do that now.  Hickory Dickory Dock... Maggie Paris was suc... TD: No... I don't think you understand, Steve. If you lose this bet -- next week you will stand on this stage, wearing a "Quickstrike Island" t-shirt, and recite a poem of my choice to a lifesize cutout... a six foot cutout of the Intercontinental Champion, Chris Quigley. [Huge pop from the fans, who, to a man, roar with laughter, the only exception being the young man whom we previously met... who appears to be slowly rocking back and forth and mouthing the words, "Why, Rachel, Why?"] SR: Dross... you are truly one twisted son of a bitch.  You got yourself a deal, buddy! [Roberts and Dross shake hands in an exaggerated fashion, the crowd beginning to cheer as they contemplate next week's program.] TD: It's IIWF Saturday Night... and it's coming your way in five short days! ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| SPECIAL INTERVIEW: |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| "Enigma" Takezo Musashi ....................................................................... TD: Folks, just yesterday, after flying back down from Seattle following those tremendous Golden Grapple Awards, I had the chance to speak with one of those men who made a shocking return to the IIWF at Ring Wars IV, he is the former Cruiserweight Champion of the World, he is Takezo Musashi -- and here is what he had to say. [SCENE: The camera pans over a sparsely furnished, traditional Japanese living room. The "Enigma" Takezo Musashi, his face devoid of the painted stars he wears to the ring, sits cross-legged on the straw mat. Across from him, hunched over rather awkwardly, is veteran announcer Tim Dross. The camera focuses in on a single framed photo in black and white adorning the wall, depicting a middle aged, stern looking Japanese man brandishing a katana. A caption in black type identifies the man as Grandmaster Miyamoto Kanemitsu: 1911 - 1997. The camera cuts back to Tim Dross, who shuffles uncomfortably on the floor.] TD: Welcome IIWF fans, to the home of the "Enigma" Takezo Musashi, and     to an exclusive interview right here on "Inside the IIWF"! This man     sitting across from me, Takezo Musashi - unquestionably one of the     most dynamic and fascinating individuals ever to compete in the     world of professional wrestling - and today, we'll be granted an     insight into the enigmatic workings of his mind, and hopefully solve     some of the mystery surrounding his career in recent months.     Takezo, just over three months ago you were turning heads in the     IIWF with your increasingly volatile behaviour, you were seemingly     on the verge of a major feud with "Sychosys" Joe Petrow, when     abruptly - you walked out on the federation. Can you tell us why you     decided to leave the IIWF? TM: That is not an easy question to answer, for there are many facets to     the mind of the "Enigma", and in my soul lie many tribulations that     are unfamiliar to the minds of more simple men. No counsel was     sought for the choice I made; no other was burdened with the     troubles plaguing the "Enigma". Before my battle with Dirt Dog     Unique Allah, when I announced my decision to the world... The     feelings that raged within me - the grief, the anger, the physical     pain - they had swelled and grown wild; they had reached a     thunderous crescendo, threatening to break free and crash down upon     me with the force of a tsunami! But, when I walked out that night,     the wave burst and flowed away. TD: But what prompted those feelings? What prompted you to lose your     head the way you did? TM: There is no single event that I can point to and say - "that is the     source of my anger, that is my downfall and the turning away from my     honour." It was a combination of things...     I had been wrestling in the IIWF for nearly a year, and it was a     gruelling time for me. The things I put myself through in that     ring... leaps that even a devil does not dare to make, my bones     splintering under the impact... these things - and they were always     done in the name of courage and the desire to be the best - were     battering my body into a constant state of physical pain. I had bone     spurs in my forearm. I had two broken fingers on my right hand. My     ribs were cracked. All this, and night after night I was getting     into the ring, never turning down the challenge of an opponent,     expending all of my strength and spirit.     And I could do that... I could deal with the pain, because I had a     fire raging inside of me, and that fire was the will to win; it was     the hope that, with all my determination and courage, I would one day conquer the IIWF.     Over time, certain realisations crept in, and that fire flickered     and waned... Eventually it faded to a dying ember. Certain little     things were bothering me about the IIWF... TD: And those were? TM: Well... part of it was the title picture. I figured I was as     talented as any champion has ever been in the IIWF, and I was     working my body to the bone to climb that ladder - to reach the     pinnacle and hold the championship gold aloft, knowing in my heart     that I was the best there possible could be. My talent and     determination were paying off with big victories, but after I     dropped the Cruiserweight belt to Chow, it was like I was finished     in the eyes of the administration. I watched as wrestlers I had     beaten, and wrestlers who had only competed in the IIWF for a matter     of months, were granted title shots ahead of me. At first I ignored     the slight, but each time it happened a little splinter of     discontent worked its way further into my mind, and slowly, it     furrowed its way towards my brain until it was all I could think     about... and bitterly.     You see, I have never been granted any breaks in this sport.     Everything I have was earned with my own blood and sweat. I watched     as a guy like Chris Quigley - a man whose only claim to "legend" is     a lone victory over a retiring has-been - comes into this federation     with a big reputation, and have it all handed to him on a shining     silver platter. I watched as he was granted title opportunity after     title opportunity, never coming an inch within victory. I watched     amazed as the administration kept up the charade, pinning their     hopes on this wrestler to be the next big "hero", visions of     overflowing coffers dancing in their heads.     I watched all this, and ever deeper my anger and confusion     became. Where were the title shots for the "Enigma"? The one time I     did manage to get the champion in the ring, it was stipulated as a     non-title affair. I was still only a rookie, but I battled him to a     time limit finish, and this in the days when that particular     champion was still in his prime. For what was it worth? Nothing.     Eventually I realised that all along, the administration was working     against me. I didn't fit the mold. I wasn't some loudmouth with a     hyperactive personality veiling his meagre talents. At 210 lbs, I     was too small for the "larger than life" image of a champion. I was     just another Jap with advanced technical skills, and as anybody in     marketing knows, you just don't put the title in the hands of a     foreigner unless the fans hate him.     And I was good... real good. And that was probably the worst asset I     possessed. There was no way the promoters were going to put me in     there with their champion because they knew I could beat him... any     of them. They didn't have any faith in me to make them money     headlining the card. The bright spark of my career was being snuffed     out before it had even had the chance to catch flame, and I was     angry for it... TD: But surely - as frustrating as all this must have been for you -     this is not explanation enough for your reckless and     self-destructive behaviour in the last few months you were with the     IIWF? TM: This was not all. This in itself would not be enough to daunt the     spirit of the "Enigma". While I was struggling to find direction in     my career, I was dealt a tremendous blow - it shattered my spirit     completely - the only person who I truly honoured in this world, the     only person I trusted implicitly, passed away, and I was left     without guidance... TD: And that was? [The camera closes in on Musashi as he speaks, his face growing grave.] TM: My old mentor and trainer, Grandmaster Miyamoto. Some of the long     time fans of the IIWF may remember me mentioning him in the past:     cast your minds back to my feud with Hakiro Matsuoko, and the source     of our conflict. Miyamoto was the man who taught me the Starsault     Press - he took me off the streets of Tokyo when I was a reckless     teenager - homeless, purposeless and lawless. I was running with     gangs, competing in illegal street fighting contests to earn a     meagre living; I would have wound up dead or in prison if it were     not for the Grandmaster. He took me in and trained me in the martial     disciplines. He gave me my code of honour and my religion. He     provided me with a channel for my anger and discontent - a positive     direction in which it could flow...     When he died several months ago, I lost that direction, and my     recklessness and anger - reawakened by my discontent with the IIWF -     became unbound. My anger ran wild and vengeful, and I was ready to     destroy anybody and everything... including myself in the process. TD: I'm very sorry to hear about the death of your mentor, Takezo. Can     you tell us how your mental state is holding up now? Are you fully     recovered? Is the old "Enigma" back? TM: The "Enigma" of old was lost forever when the Grandmaster died - he     has been purged for the better and shall never return. I have     emerged stronger and more determined from my respite. I have grown     more hardened, more disciplined and more unrepentant. From my eye     appears the glance of steel and in my hand - the unbreakable stone.     As for my state of mind... I have recovered my focus and control -     and its raging waters have stilled to a mirrored lake. But still...     now that I have danced in the darkness for a while, part of that     will always remain with me. [Musashi gives a devilish grin] I have     even grown to like it. Who knows when the wild "Enigma" will be     unleashed once again? My enemies had better watch out for him... TD: What I have been wondering all along is, why was Joe Petrow chosen     as the target for your rage? TM: Joe Petrow... what peculiar recollections that name recalls. In Joe     Petrow I saw a man in whom my twisted soul was reflected. I saw a     man ripped and torn by opposing forces from all sides - reckless and     impulsive and tormented by demons. I saw what I was becoming, yet I     did not have the power to alter my course of self-destruction. I saw     all this reflected in Joe Petrow, and I hated him for it. Not only     did he embrace his demons, but he did so gleefully! TD: What did you do during your time off? The IIWF front office was     unable to track you down and discuss the breach of your contract. TM: A warrior such as the "Enigma" is unencumbered by the petty affairs     of accountants and money hoarders. All that matters to me is     the joy and blood of battle. I come and go as I please - not as a     piece of paper dictates. No contract will ever curb the spirit of     the "Enigma", as Don McQueen has already discovered.     But... during my time away, I returned back to my homeland of Japan.     I trained hard, meditated, and slowly my spirit returned to me.     Nothing more need be said on this matter. TD: Let's talk about your return to the IIWF. Completely out of the     blue, unanticipated by every fan out there, you ran down to the ring     and saved Billy Shakespeare from a beating at the hands of Ronnie     Paris. Why did you chose to return in this manner? TM: It was not a pre-meditated decision. For several weeks I had     considered returning to the IIWF - I was beginning to feel an itch     to get back in on the action, and I lusted for the competition of     battle. I had been talking to the officials, discussing the     circumstances of my comeback, and I was invited backstage at Ring     Wars IV to watch the show.     When I walked into the Memorial Colisseum that night, I had no     thoughts of such a dramatic entrance. But when I saw Ronnie Paris     taunting the people with the symbol of my homeland, I grew     disgusted, and right then, I knew the proper time had arrived for me     to announce my return. TD: So was your attack on Ronnie Paris based entirely on national pride,     or did you feel his assault on Billy Shakespeare was unjustified? TM: I honour Billy Shakespeare. He is a warrior possessed of courage and     resilience - much like the "Enigma". But, Shakespeare and I are     competing for the same prize on the same battleground, and thus, he     is my enemy, and can never be anything else. Shakespeare did not     deserve the mercy or the justice of the "Enigma". I struck     Ronnie Paris purely for the flag he he was hiding behind... hiding     his own cowardice behind...     Let me clarify a point here: I feel no national pride or allegiance     to any particular flag. Japan was once a nation of honour and fierce     pride; it bred warriors with hearts of stone and the courage of     lions. But now the old ways have been lost - Japan has become a pit     of money hoarders and clambering fools. The people sacrifice their     lives and their individuality for a foolhardy ideal, and all of     their nobility and honour has rusted away to dust. I feel no     allegiance to the Japanese flag. But Ronnie Paris, he has taken this     symbol of decadence and paraded it before all the world. In his own     arrogance and despite he proclaims its superiority and might - but     he knows not of what he speaks. The flag has become a veil for     Paris' own bitterness and discontent - a symbol of mockery imposed     over yet more mockery. Ronnis Paris felt the bite of my strike for     his insincerity and weakness of spirit. And that will be his     downfall... TD: Well, I'm sure Ronnie Paris will have a more than angry response to     that. Now, if you felt so much bitterness towards the IIWF, why did     you decide to return here, rather than go to another wrestling     organisation, and what do you hope to accomplish here in the future? TM: Many overtures were made by various other wrestling organisations     for the services of the "Enigma". However, of them all, only the     IIWF features the intensity of competition I desire, and the     opportunity to go up against the greatest of warriors in the world.     But more than that, I have returned to make a point...     No longer shall the "Enigma" be held back, or turned away from his     destiny. No longer shall I be forced to stand beneath the feet of     lesser men than I. Here stands a warrior who will dare to fight the     powers that be. Here is a warrior to smash the mold into pieces and     take his rightful place at the peak of the wrestling world.     The "Enigma" has returned to the IIWF, and there is not a wrestler     in existence who is not my enemy, who will not have his spirit     broken, who will not fall before me.     The "Enigma" has returned, and this time... My might and spirit are     too strong to be denied. TD: Well, there you have it, folks, Takezo Musashi is back in the IIWF,     and time will tell if his intensity in the ring will match the     intensity of his words. Thank you for your time with us today,     Takezo. [Musashi stands, and bows slowly to Tim Dross in Japanese ceremonial fashion. Fade.] ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| COMING FRIDAY: |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| Countdown to Saturday Night ....................................................................... [The fans begin to buzz about the Enigma's comments, many heard to say that he should climb the ladder Saturday Night and take the title from Tim Turner... others saying that he should challenge Chris Quigley or even the World Champion Brody Thunder...] TD: Well, folks, that's all the time we have for this week, remember that before we go we'll be running some video clips of the "New Blood"... remember that War Room starts next week -- remember that Friday will be the new "Countdown to Saturday Night"; we understand Larry Morton will have a new co-star... and remember... as if there were any possible way to forget... that Saturday is the finest two hours of weekly live wrestling anywhere in the world... "IIWF Saturday Night"! SR: And next week... "Inside the Soundbite!" TD: And next week... Steve Roberts recites poetry to Chris Quigley! SR: Yo' mama. TD: So... for all of us here at "Inside the IIWF"... I am Tim Dross... he's Steve "Soundbite" Roberts, this is the Arm Bar and this has been... "Inside the IIWF"!  Goodnight, everybody! [The fans burst into applause, save the young man with the tie who is gently pounding his forehead into the bar, "Need You Tonight" by INXS plays as Roberts and Dross appear to be going over the details of their wager... the shot fades as the crimson words:  "New Blood" show up on the screen:] CHARLES SCHEFFIELD Weight: 231lbs Height: 6'1" Origin: Lordship, Connecticut Appearance: Fair skinned, well toned muscles, long flowing blond hair, blue eyes, high cheek bones, and cleft chin. He always has a very focused look on his face. He has a V-shaped waist to shoulder area. Theme Music: "Fur Elise" Beethoven Orientation: Face Five Favourite Moves: 1. Crossface 2. Headlock 3. STF 4. Hammerlock 5. Side suplex Finishing Move: Leglock/full nelson combo: the opponent lies face first on the canvas as Scheffield twists both of his opponent's legs around one of his own, then locks the hold with his other leg as he falls down on top of his opponent with a full-nelson hold. It looks disgusting, but it is effective and painful. Primary Attributes: 1. Toughness 2. Intelligence 3. Technical Profile: Charles Scheffield is a master of the finer wrestling arts.  Being of the aristocratic Connecticut, he naturally holds himself as being superior in class and skill to most anyone he faces.  He is good natured, however, which has great crowd appeal.  He excites the masses by being able to take care of wrestlers they hate with the greatest of ease in most cases. Lumbering giants rarely give him any problems as he knows many of the weak points of the human body and all the punishing holds to put pressure on them. As a friend, he is very loyal... but he also has a hard time understanding backstabbing, because when one is as great as him -- who would ever think of turning their back on that person? [Handler: Victor Cook (LordZander@aol.com)] CHRISTOPHER STONEBREAKER Weight: 265lbs Height: 6'6" Origin: Lafayette, LA Appearance: Well built man for a "light" heavyweight, short brown hair, usually dressed in blue jeans and t-shirt or western outfit outside the ring, and wears glasses outside the squared circle. Inside the ring, he wears full length black tights with a sledgehammer down one side, and the word "Stonebreaker" written down the other, and has black wrestling boots and elbow pads. Theme Music: "A country boy can survive" Hank Williams, Jr. Orientation: Face Five Favourite Moves: 1. Belly to Belly Suplex 2. Missile Dropkick: his only real aerial move that he feels comfortable performing, although when fired up, he'll try anything once 3. Punch: one of the hardest right hands in pro wrestling 4. Powerslam: has a tendency to try this especially to bigger men -- sometimes he succeeds, sometimes no, but he'll still try it. 5. Standing Reverse Neckbreaker Finishing Move:   Rockslide Suplex: slingshot brainbuster Primary Attributes: 1. Strength 2. Endurance 3. Brawling Profile: Grew up in the "backwoods" swamps of Louisiana, with a strong emphasis on his cajun "background".  However, after insults from various city kids, Stonebreaker went on to graduate from high school, and moved on to the University of Southern Mississippi, where he made the football team as a walk on linebacker, despite his apparently small weight for the position. However, his career in football was almost immediately sidelined with a career ending injury during spring training camp.  He went on to finish his college studies by graduating from the university with a degree, however, Stonebreaker has refused to inform anyone in what field his degree was in, and he has managed to "eliminate" his records at the university. Chris then turned to physical therapy to heal his injury, and immediately after completing rehab, being ineligible to rejoin the football world, he turned to professional wrestling, starting off in a small fed known as the CWWF, where he was relegated to a jobber position. Slowly after the CWWF, he began turning his attention to other federations, starting with the TCW, where his jobber career continued. Upset at the lack of victories, despite showing some very strong wrestling capabilities, Stonebreaker turned to a tactic of joining a flurry of un-related smaller feds, where he finally began to blossom. Stonebreaker managed to capture a large number of titles from these federations, however, luck would not be on the side of the Cajun, as very often, immediately after claiming a title, the federation would fold its doors, and Chris would have to start all over. Chris finally said enough was enough in the "small fed" world, and joined an established federation, the HWL, where after working a rate he had never worked before, feuded with the current world champion at the time. His wrestling got notice of the television champion, Robski, and his stable.  Stonebreaker managed to defeat every member of Robski's stable, with the exception of the infamous wrestler himself.  However, very shortly thereafter, Stonebreaker pulled off the first big victory of his career, defeating Robski for the television title, and the Cajun felt he had finally done something outstanding in his career for the first time. With the first real title in his possession, Stonebreaker decided it was time to move up to the "big leagues", and immediately signed with federations such as ERW, ICeW, and TCW.  Wins were earned, but titles were getting harder to come by.  But Stonebreaker knew he had the talent to pull it off. Stonebreaker eventually won the HWL North American Title and at approximately the same time, claimed the ERW Television Title.  He held both titles for approximately 3 months when he lost the HWL title, and was forced to give up the ERW title when it merged with the World Wrestling Organization. Undaunted, Chris turned his attention to the larger WWO, and in less than one month later, claimed the WWO Extreme Championship.  Chris then decided it was time to take on the men with the recognition, and he joined federations such as the IeWF, where he feuded against the organization known as the Commonwealth; the merged IWF/WOW, where he is still a top competitor, finally capturing the Intercontinental Title from Desert Scorpion and right now looks to be on the verge of starting a one-man vendetta against two entire stables; Vegas Championship Wrestling; Network Online Wrestling, in which he was fortunate enough to claim the World Championship from Marcus "Mountain" Peak before losing it to The Phantom, aka, Len Miller and currently is embroiled in a situation involving Christian Abentoire, Otto Verhoeven, and Edain Spears; Southern Championship Wrestling where he recently reclaimed the television belt from AJ Speed after losing it to him two weeks prior. [Handler: Mark Stone (wwo@datasync.com)] "TO EXCESS" RICK WILLIAMS Weight: 257lbs Height: 6'4" Origin: Minneapolis, Minnesota Appearance: Williams is well-tanned, and has a reasonably muscular physique.  He has shoulder-length black hair, which he occasionally wears in a pony-tail outside the ring, but inside, always wears it loose.  Constantly chewing sticks of gum, Williams regularly accompanies his chewing habit with the most arrogant of grins. Ring Entrance: Williams walks quite slowly to the ring, always attempting to taunt the fans. In most cases, Williams is despised by the crowd, and booed throughout, but on certain occasions, depending on the opponent, he can be cheered. He never high-fives any fans, and occasionally looks at the crowd in disdain -- even if they're cheering for him. He cares little for the fans but will always provide them with a  reasonably flamboyant entrance. Theme Music: "Local Hero" Mark Knopfler Orientation: Heel Five Favourite Moves: 1. Inverted DDT 2. The Excess Express - diamond cutter 3. Vertical Neckbreaker 4. Crucifix Powerbomb 5. Fisherman's Buster Finishing Move: Excessive Force: inverted neckbreaker (a la Rude Awakening) Primary Attributes: 1. Intelligence 2. Cheating 3. Technical Profile: Williams always studies his opponents meticulously. He prides himself on being a pure technician, but under his new guise, he will have a new vicious streak. His tactics depend will depend on his opponent. For smaller men, Williams will wrestle a slow-paced match, using wear-down submission holds, such as the figure-4, the Texas Cloverleaf, the Scorpion Deathlock and the STF.  These will also be used to cause his opponent an injury, to give him an added advantage.  He will always try to finish the match off early against smaller opponents. For bigger opponents, Williams will use his speed and agility to make it a fast-paced match.  He will still use submission holds, but will try to make the match last as long as possible.  He will never try to match strength with them but instead, will use his speed to gain the advantage he needs.  Williams will always capatalize quickly on an opponent's mistakes, and will usually try to finish them off with his finisher, the "Excessive Force". Rick Williams was born in, and grew up in Minneapolis, Minnesota.  He grew up with a younger brother, a frequently-ill mother, and a rich, but overworked father, who was one of the country's most successful defense lawyers. Williams excelled at school, in both academic, and sports-orientated pursuits, and attained high standards in football, basketball, and in particular, wrestling.  Williams continued his success in amateur wrestling throughout school, and eventually chose to become a professional wrestler. This decision was met with horror from his father, who insisted that his son should pursue "a real career".  He felt that Williams would be throwing away his academic talent, and strongly suggested that his son should follow in his footsteps and become a lawyer.  Williams reluctantly agreed to his father's wishes, and set about going to college to pursue his now pre-determined life. However, as this process began, Williams' mother became very sick, and her physical distress and seemingly inevitable death greatly upset her eldest son, who struggled to cope with her deteriorating health. On her death-bed, Williams' mother requested to speak to him and his brother alone.  Her dying words would become immortalized in Williams' mind...."Follow your dreams." It was a request Williams could not ignore, and would prove to be the defining moment of his entire life.  He informed his father that he would not be pursuing his a career in law, or any other such profession.  Williams' father has not spoken to him since this "betrayal" - a fact which still greatly upsets Williams.  As a result of this dispute, Williams became alienated from his entire family, and now, never speaks of any of his family members. After being trained by legendary Mexican wrestler, Hugo Sanchez, Williams became one of the sport's  great technicians.  Throughout his career, he has become more and more schooled.  He constantly works on improving his skills - and such dedication has led to his current reputation as being a "loner".  His constant desire to improve and his incessant gum-chewing has led to his current name of "To Excess". [Handler: Michael Cunningham (padraigc@indigo.ie)] MARK DESTRUCTO Weight: 370lbs Height: 6'3" Origin: Atlanta, Georgia Appearance: Destructo has short-cut brown hair and a neatly-trimmed goatee. He wears black weightlifter's trunks with "D.C.I." on the front in silver. Theme Music: "Money" Pink Floyd Orientation: Heel Five Favourite Moves: 1. Belly-to-Back Suplex 2. Powerslam 3. Dragon Suplex 4. Samoan Drop 5. Piledriver Finishing Move: Destructo Backbreaker: Destructo lifts opponent onto his shoulder as if for a powerbomb but simply holds them and squeezes, forcing the submission. Primary Attributes: 1. Strength 2. Toughness 3. Brawling Profile: Destructo has been wrestling for nearly a decade. He began competing in Southern Regional feds shortly out of high school. Alone he achieved midcard status quickly but seemed to stagnate there. It was about this time he met Steve Fury, renowned southern trainer and co-owner of Fury's School of Mayhem. Fury trained Destructo rigorously for just over six months before placing him together in a tag team with "Iceman" Brian Knight. Fury's co-owner, Thomas F. Jones III, saw promise in this young team and decided to take on a personal role in guiding their careers. Within a year they were wearing three seperate southern tag team titles, within four years they had won every major tag team title the south had to offer and The Frontier Cup (a major southern tag team tourney) on two occassions. Then, the first split occurred. During a title match, Destructo grabbed Jones' briefcase and laid Knight out cold. Jones and Destructo left, leaving Knight to lose in short order. Thus began a feud that was to be known as one of the most vicious and bloody in southern history. However, the feud was cut short when Knight signed with RSPCW, leaving the indy scene. Within two months Destructo had negotiated a contract and pursued Knight into RSPCW. The feud continued, and its intensity only increased. Within months Knight vs. Destructo matches were headlining RSPCW cards. Re-enter Steve Fury. Fury managed to negotiate with Knight, bringing him back into the fold. Within a month Knight and Destructo came within inches of winning the RSPCW World Tag Team Titles, wrestling the American Dream Team of A.J. Charisma and "The Executioner" Mark Engel to a time limit draw. Soon bad blood began to re-emerge and the two parted ways once more. Only this time no feud occured. Knight was badly injured at the hands of "The Black Scorpion" Alexander Webb, and Destructo managed an upset victory over "Hot Stuff" Chris Taylor to gain the RSPCW World Heavyweight Title. Within three months Destructo was also to be wearing the NCWF, NCW, and FWLI world titles. He managed to hold on to all of these titles until a serious injury at the hands of Brian Knight and Big Body Brown led to the loss of all four titles. Destructo has been taking the past nine months off to rest and re-habiliate from his injuries. He is back at 100% and ready to once again begin working his way back up the ladder. [Handler: Thomas Jones (tfj3@hotmail.com)] THE FABULOUS ONES               "The Universal Heartthrob" "Sweet" Sho Satsuma Agito Nakajima   Weight:   275lbs   250lbs Height:   6'2"   6'0" Origin:   Nagoya, Japan     Manager/Valet:  Mr. Tsuburaya (manager), Ms. Miki (valet)     Appearance: NAKAJIMA: Oriental, with long dark hair and dark eyes.  He’s got an incredible physique with not an ounce of fat. He comes to the ring wearing a black trenchcoat buttoned closed with the words “The Universal Heartthrob” in red on the back.  He then very slowly (teasingly for the ladies) takes off his robe with the help of Ms. Miki.  His pants are black with red tiger stripes.  On the butt are the initials “UH” for Universal Heartthrob.  His boots are red with the words Fabulous Ones on them in black. SHO: Oriental, Sho has long dark hair and dark eyes.  He pony-tails his hair with the exception of both two locks of hair that hang down in front of both ears.  He looks younger than he is.  He comes to the ring in a black tuxedo jacket with tails.  On the back are the words Fabulous Ones in red.  He wears red pants with a black stripe down both sides.  In the stripes are the words “Sweet” Sho.  His boots are black with Fabulous Ones written in red on them.  Very muscular and ripped big time. Theme Music:   "Kiss of Death" Dokken   "Still of the Night" Whitesnake Orientation:   Neutral   Neutral Favourite Moves: 1. Military Press Slam 1. Snap Suplex 2. Belly to back suplex 2. Kneedrop 3. Backbreaker 3. Headbutt 4. Clothesline 4. Indian death toe hold 5. Piledriver   5. Suicide Dive Finishing Move: NAKAJIMA: Inverted Body-Vice: Lay the guy across his right shoulder.  This leaves his feet dangling down Agito's back while Agito pulls down on his arms.  It's  like the first part of Scott Hall's finisher before he holds the guy totally on his back.   SHO: Gojira Blast: It’s a Superkick, an out from nowhere at any time kick.  Off the ropes, standing, out of the corner, outside the ring, he can be dazed and confused and if there is enough room for him the kick it could happen. Primary Attributes:  1. Strength 1. Endurance 2. Technical 2. Technical 3. Teamwork   3. Teamwork Tag team specialities: 1. Panku (English translation: "Flat tire"): they first line the guy up in the middle of the ring standing.  They bounce of opposite sides of the ropes and nail the guy with a clothesline from front and back, this leaves the man stunned and standing very woozy, in the middle of the ring, after this they immediately bounce off the opposite ropes again, one then goes low from behind and the other high from the front. 2. Nagoya Tribute: Double dropkik off the turnbuckle.  3. Fabulous Press: Agito puts the opponent in a vertical suplex and Sho does a flying bodypress off the top turnbuckle. 4. Decapitation: Agito puts the opponent in a bearhug and Sho performs a running clothesline. 5. Mojo: Sho throws the opponent in the ropes and when he comes back out Sho does a legsweep takedown and Agito immediately follows with a elbow drop to the back of the head, or kneedrop, or fistdrop, or of course the stomp, it's up to him.  Double slingshot suplex, and double brain buster. Tag team finisher: Kamikaze Slam: Agito presses Sho above his head and drops him on the fallen opponent. Profile: Nakajima loves to pose.  Sometimes it gets him in trouble but with his partner ("Sweet" Sho) around it usually keeps him focused on the match.  He first got interested in wrestling when he was five years old.  He eventually got his best friend Sho into it a few months later.  They grew in the same building in downtown Nagoya, Japan.  When Agito reached the age of fifteen he started working out and realized he could pack muscle easily.  This gave him an idea to be like his boyhood heroes Bruiser Brody and Tatsumi Fujinami.  He hooked up with Tsuburaya Enterprises (Mr. Tsuburaya), and the rest was history.  A few years later he decided to find his friend and see if he was interested in fulfilling his dream of being a pro wrestler.  Sho took him up on it and started training. They made their debut as the Nagoya Fabs in '92 and were surprised to see the reactions from the women in the crowd.  They loved their great, cut, physiques.  The women were throwing themselves at Agito and Sho 24/7.  This started affecting their wrestling.  Mr. Tsuburaya, worried about this, enlisted the help of their current valet, Ms. Miki.  She gave them balance and also, because of her beauty, intimidated a lot of women.  They didn't think they'd have a chance with Agito or Sho with her around.  She eventually became their assistant, arranging autograph signings, hotels, train tickets and flights. Agito being a year older and three more years experience in the squared circle has led to him being more like a big brother a times to Sho.  He looks out for Sho.  It doesn't affect his wrestling so much as he knows Sho can take care of himself, but it keeps him focused when he goes off half cocked posing for the crowd, or more accurately, the women. Sho loves to wrestle and enjoys the crowds.  He’s 24 but looks 18 and the ladies love it.  A fabulous body with an innocent face.  He’s cocky like Agito, but that comes with the territory.  [Handler: Brett Frankel (bfrankel@erols.com)] +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+