[Open to a still shot of the IIWF Coliseum, panned out quite a bit. This could be from any event or any date, the picture is too blurry to pick out anything specific. Suddenly, "Temptation" by the Tea Party begins to play as shots of whiskey bottles "jump" onto the screen, every conceviable type of distilled spirits being displayed at least once. A voice over chimes in on top of the music, with the voice of an anonymous TV narrator.] VO: IIWF Wednesday War Room is brought to you by Kessler's Breweries Incorporated... Kessler's reminds you to become friends with a dork so that you never have to be the designated driver. [The opening graphics explode onto the screen:]                           ________      ______                           | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|                           | || | \ v  v / | __|                           |_||_|  \_/\_/  |_|                         __ __       __ _______  ___                  |    //_  / | /| //_ /__   / | /__|\__/                  | / //   /  // |//      \ /  //   /  /                  |/|//__ /__//  //_______//__//   /__/                        ___  ___      ___   ________                  |    //__| /__\     /__\  /  //  //|/|                  | / //   //   \    /   \ /  //  // / |                  |/|//   //    /   /    //__//__//    |                  --------------------------------------                             December 3 1997 [Cut to a sweeping shot of the special broadcast wing of the IIWF Hall of Fame... passing such pieces of IIWF broadcasting history as an artist's rendition of Tim Dross without his toupee, a pair of Becky LaRue's used panties, Steve Summer's contract with the special "You're a sucker" clause before it was amended... A photo exhibit of former ring girl Lisa being harrassed by Sparkplug Lee... and then ending on a beautifully finished mahogany broadcast table, at which sit Larry Morton and an unidentified middle aged male. The man is in relatively good shape, clean-shaven, and has thinning light brown hair. Both this man and Larry chat amicably, wearing official IIWF blazers, and then the camera shot switches to a wider view as Larry turns to address the lens.] LM: Welcome, everyone, to the first edition of Wednesday War Room in,     well, ages! During our hiatus we've picked up a new production team, a new direction, and a new co-host. Let me be the first to welcome you to the IIWF, Mr. Dave Bacon. DB: Thank you very much, Larry. I think it's important to point out     before we get going that what you're about to see is as much a new     experience to us as it is to you... we're toying with a lot of format changes here, so please bear with us as we slog on sans Becky LaRue. LM: Is Becky still with the promotion? DB: I don't know much about that whole mess, but I believe she's filming     an adult movie in Vancouver somewhere. In any event, let's just try to move on with a new producer... LM: Who won't last a month. DB: Really? I have six weeks on the office pool. LM: I think we should just look at the first match of our great show     tonight before we get our headsets cut off. Folks, we have moved a     set-up here into the IIWF Hall of Fame to broadcast War Room, but all the great action went down tonight at the IIWF Coliseum and we won't let you miss any of those results! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Meatman vs "Nifty" Ned Norton ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Meatman made a similar entrance to his Saturday debut, driving out in a little meat truck, emerging waving a huge salami and receiving another huge ovation of "Meat! Meat! Meat! Meat!" The usually amicable Norton had decided to take matters into his own hands, as he flung a celery stalk he'd produced from God knows where at the Meatman, who replied by diving into the ring and taking Norton apart. Meat tended towards a power game, using a lot of slams, suplexes, and basic punches and kicks. At one point, around the two minute mark, he just used his weight advantage and power to tie down Norton with grappling, wearing the JJS member down enough to hammer him with a powerslam. That was enough to set him up for a move the Meatman calls the Spitfire Grill, where Norton was placed in between the ropes and turned around, like a pig on a spit. Hence the name. This was more than enough for the pin, and again the Meatman left to huge cheers. Winner: Meatman via pinfall at 3:24 LM: Another very impressive performance by the Meatman, who actually     pinned Steve Kowalski over the weekend. I think this guy could have a huge future here. DB: It's obvious that he has the athletic ability, but I think the real     test will be in his personality. He seems to be liked by the fans now, but he has the quirky kind of personality that people can be fickle about. He'll have to be very concerned with how he presents himself in the weeks to come. LM: As always, you don't get anywhere in the IIWF without working for it. He'll have to take a steak in pushing his career forward. DB: That was just bad. Don't try anymore ribbing of that guy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Fabulous Ones vs Rotundos ------------------------------------------------------------------------ LM: Before their match, the Fabulous Ones again had some comments for the IIWF fans... we take you now to that footage. ["Beautiful Girls" by Van Halen plays over the PA.  A gorgeous oriental woman steps out from behind the curtains and makes her way to the ring with microphone in hand.  She's wearing a tight white spandex mini-dress, with white heels.] OW: Konbanwa, fans of the IIWF.  [The crowd lets out a huge "pop".]  I'm     Ms. Miki, the valet of the greatest tag team ever to grace the IIWF.  Let me introduce you to everything a man wants to be, and everything a woman wants to be with -- "The Universal Heartthrob" Agito Nakajima and "Sweet" Sho Satsuma -- THE FABULOUS ONES! ["Kiss of Death" plays over the PA.  Agito and Sho come to the ring. Agito wearing a black sleeveless robe.  He takes it off slowly, and teasingly, for the ladies in the crowd, revealing his ripped physique.  Sho slides off his black tuxedo jacket with tails and both start to pose for the crowd.] The Fabulous Ones got caught off guard right away as the Rotundos flattened them while posing with clotheslines. From there, the Fabs seemed a bit intimidated by the Rotundos size, employing hit and runs tactics for a minute until they realized just how slow and ineffective their opposition was. Then they switched tracks, going to double-team moves, double dropkicks and so-on, and tricking the Rotundos with old chestnuts like the "But my partner is being beat up in the corner, don't pay attention to me!" spot. Both Satsuma and Nakajima enjoyed considerable support from the women in the crowd, but little from the men, as they continued to take the Rotundos apart methodically. Finally, after a failed attempt at some sort of suplex move, the two just went for a double diving headbutt off the top rope, thus scoring the victory. This wasn't the end, though, as right after the bell rang Licensed for Devastation ran down to the ring, Jon Chaos carrying a crutch and Reggie Starr with a folding chair. The two laid out the massive Rotundos, while the Fabs just looked on and laughed at their obese opponents... which was a mistake, as they were caught by surprise as the next LFD targets and got left out cold. Winners: Fabulous Ones via pinfall at 6:10 LM: A solid Wednesday debut for the Fabulous Ones gets marred after the     win by Licensed for Devastation. DB: LFD is a team I've always thought was just inches away from breaking     through, and they seem to be trying to make a big name by alienating     every other team in the IIWF. LM: In this business, it's better to be hated than forgotten, so LFD is     on the right track I think. The Fabulous Ones are also on the right     track with that win and a solid fan base of female fans for what     seem to be somewhat sexual reasons. DB: Which one is Stan Lane, Larry? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "To Excess" Rick Williams vs Scott "The Whine" Bloom ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This match was in doubt of ever getting underway, as Bloom appeared unannounced and took up the mic to complain about, well, everything. Saying that certain contract clauses about his dressing room weren't being honoured, he tried refusing to wrestle. He was cut off by Mark Knopfler's "Local Hero", however, and Rick Williams wouldn't allow him to escape. Williams wrestled a very deliberate, slow paced match, mostly trying to wear down the much smaller Weinbloom. He saw a lot of success with an STF and several leglock type submissions, until he was finally satisified that the Whine was out of it. Then he hit the "Excessive Force" inverted neckbreaker and picked up an easy pin. The festivites didn't end there, though, as Williams invited anyone to "try and take him on". The Subway Psycho obliged, forcing the JJS to run out in "...and Jobber Justice For All" t-shirts to break up an intense staredown. Winner: "To Excess" Rick Williams at 4:53 DB: "To Excess" Rick Williams will be facing the legendary Subway Psycho     this Saturday... and we almost got a free preview tonight. But, as     usual, the IIWF doesn't give anything for free. LM: You doubt President Dan's generosity? DB: I asked him about the company health plan and he said "Don't get sick". LM: Regardless, Rick Williams continues to impress. He comes in with a     big name, and we saw him stretch Brody Thunder to the limit some weeks ago... I'd look to this man for big things in the future. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Duncan Macbeth vs El Super Gecko ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Duncan appeared to the response of the night, hearing nothing but cheers. Many fans wove tartans, homemade signs, and official MacBeth merchandise to support the burly Scot, with a huge "Mac-Beth!" chant starting almost instantly. Among the signs was a particularly clever "Who really wears the skirt, Chrissie?", but most telling was the one that read "Duncan Macbeth = A Real Champion". Needless to say, the Gecko was a bit intimidated. Macbeth went about changing him from intimdated to flattened, nailing him with clotheslines, slams, dropkicks, suplexes, piledrivers, just about every attack known to man. There was barely even a match to report, it was so one-sided. The fans continued to support Macbeth as he dismantled the lizard, without hurting him of course, finally nailing a Claymore and covering. To most people's surprise, however, he pulled Gecko up at two and went on to nail him with the Highland Hammer driver, then finally ending the rout. As he soaked up the cheers, a loud "RE-MATCH!" chant broke out, and caught on strong, but instead of playing too much off it Macbeth just went through a normal celebration and then left the ring, smiling. Winner: Duncan Macbeth via pinfall at 3:50 LM: It's clear he'd have both fan support and administrative support in     requesting a rematch with Chris Quigley, so why doesn't he just come out and ask for one? DB: It's a matter of pride more than anything. Duncan Macbeth is an     honourable man, and he knows if Chris Quigley is the same kind of man he'll feel a need to prove something to himself. The onus is on Quigley to offer, not Macbeth to demand. LM: Well, if nothing else, the man has the fans solidly on his side. And, it would seem, he did hurt the lizard tonight. DB: You can't hurt the lizard, Larry. I've only been here a week and I     already know that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alex Rio vs "One Man Army" Dakota Bundy vs "The Brat" Bradley Reed ------------------------------------------------------------------------ What was scheduled to be a triangle match between three of the top young cruiserweights started as only a singles match, as Bradley Reed failed to show up when introduced. The Rio-Bundy match started slowly, with Alex stalling most of the time to try and pose, running away from lockups and so on. Eventually, outside interference from Matt Malone kept Rio grounded long enough for Bundy to start unloading with some offence, and from here the pace picked up comsiderably. Both men hit some high-impact moves, but the match seemed to center on Bundy's ground attack, employing a lot of grappling to tie up Rio when he got preoccupied with showing off. After some time of this, Bundy was able to hit a Firearm, and it looked like he was ready to get a pin until Bradley Reed finally decided to make an appearance, the theme from "2001: A Space Odyssey" playing for him. Reed wore an ornate robe, in the same style as the fancy ones Tim Turner wears, but he soon revealed that underneath were his regular grungy wrestling duds. The Brat, accompanied as always by the massive Stone, walked slowly down to the ring, distracting Bundy long enough that he wasn't able to get a pinfall. He spent a considerable amount of time talking about his ass, and displaying that the seat of his pants was sufficiently frayed that you could see his boxers. These distractions weren't much help in the match, though, as when he tried a butt bump on Bundy he failed miserably and did some damage to his tailbone. For a time, Rion and Bundy formed an alliance to take on the new distraction, but Reed stayed in it with some help from Stone on the outside, and weathered the storm as the Rio-Bundy alliance soon dissolved. In fact, following a double clothesline, he was almost able to cover both men for a pin until he was distracted by the appearance of Billy Shakespeare. Shakes started up a "Marty!" chant, which caught on quickly among the Portland faithful. Reed got pretty annoyed with this, and lost total focus on the match, allowing himself to be rolled up for 2 and 63/64ths by Bundy. Satisified his work was done, Shakespeare left, and the three cruisers went back to work, but only for a moment. Soon after, Bundy was able to nail Rio with a top rope dropkick, knocking him out of the ring, only to be Pearl Harbored himself and rolled up for a three count. Winner: "The Brat" Bradley Reed via pinfall at 10:32 LM: A lot of things happening in this match, as always with a triangle     match, but most importantly is that Bradley Reed looks impressive --     almost impressive enough to beat Billy Shakespeare, perhaps? DB: Love him or hate him, Bradley Reed is a man that goes in with a     gameplan, and I think that's what won him this match. Don't     underestimate the Brat, Willie. LM: Also interesting to note is that, despite showing a lot of skill     tonight, Dakota Bundy still seems a bit frazzled after his ordeal at     Ring Wars. DB: I can't blame him, but you have to put things behind you in any     professional athletics if you want to succeed. LM: Finally, the "Best Ass in the IIWF" debate continues to rage on. I     find it somewhat of a cheeky subject. DB: I find it a bit juvenile, myself. No ifs, ands, or butts about it. LM: Before we get into the two big tag matches towards the end of our     card, I think it appropriate to show you the in-ring comments Damage Inc. had for Cold Spell in deciding when they would take their Tag Team title shot. Damage Inc., of course, won that right in a four way tag match. [Cut to footage captioned, "Earlier Tonight." Larry Morton stands in the ring of the Coliseum, which is less than packed, but still heaving with fans.] LM: Ladies and gentlemen at this time I'd like to introduce the team that won the four way dance this past Saturday and have a date with the World Tag Team Champions, Cold Spell... I give you... DAMAGE INCORPORATED! [The lights flicker off until only two golden lamps shine throughout the arena. "Ambitions of a Ridah" by 2Pac fills the arena as Jeandra steps out first. She has her curly black hair flowing freely and is sporting a black tuxedo top with gold trim tucked into a large bikini bottom with stiletto heels, drawing catcalls from the crowd. She swings her black and gold tennis racket and Alex Porteaux steps out to a chorus of boos. "The Ace"'s trenchcoat is a shiny one, and underneath can be seen a tshirt reading "OWEN 3:16". He throws a few playing cards at the camera and steps into the ring while Jeandra remains in the aisleway, swinging her racket once again as Eddy Ramos steps out. Ramos is wearing his regular black trenchcoat and a plain black tshirt. Jeandra cradles Ramos' arm, which doesn't change the "I'm going to rip someone a new a__hole" look on his face. Larry Morton steps aside as the two enter the ring, soaking in mostly boos.] LM: Well, let me say first off, Jeandra... you've got some interesting     tastes in clothes! JE: Hey, when you've been wearing evening gowns for as long as I have,     you're dying for something different. What, you don't like it? [Feints a swing of her racket] LM: Not at all! [backs away slowly] But we're not here to talk about     fashion. We're here to talk about your impending shot at the World Tag Team Titles again-- AP: Hey, look up!! Pay attention!! Do you see us yet? Do you recognize us yet? Do you realize what's happening here? LM: What are you talking about, Alex Porteaux? AP: I'm talking about Cold Spell, mon ami. You notice they just skipped     over us after winning the belts? You notice they, instead of worrying about the BIGGEST THREAT TO THEIR GENERAL HEALTH AND WELL BEING SINCE THE AIDS VIRUS... they decided to call out a team they beat two or three times?! Yeah, that makes ya fighting champions. The Prophets of Rage ain't what they used to be... ER: They never will be again, thanks to us. They folded because of us.     They couldn't hang in the long run, so they went their separate ways to avoid long term warfare. Why you calling THEM out, Cold Spell? You think we're a walk in the park? A pushover? The only walk in the park we'll remind you of is a walk through Central Park at three in the morning... a walk that'll leave you lying on some concrete road abused and beaten... AP: But it's all good, see. We WANT them to sleep on us. We WANT them to     be distracted. But here's the deal, Cold Spell. This Saturday. That's all I gotta say. I don't feel like dragging this out any longer than I got to. No need to make this anymore painful for y'all... THIS SATURDAY. We earned our shot. We earned our time. We want it NOW. We want the oppurtunity to show you why we're called Damage Inc. And it's not because of our choice in dinnerwear [flashes a hand over Jeandra as she poses]. It's because we damage tag teams, ESPECIALLY champions. You won't KNOW how it feels to be a champion team, 'til you've locked up with us. This Saturday. You get YOUR chance, to witness the beginning of new reign of terror in IIWF. LM: Are you that confident that you'll-- ER: We win. Cold Spell loses. You think that's a bad wager? [Ramos leans on Morton, breathing in his face] LM: No... no, not at all... AP: Good, so understand, Cold Spell. You had lots of time to see it     coming. Now you know. This Saturday. Things start changing. BIG time. ["Ambitions of a Rider" starts up again as DI leave the ring, not acknowledging the fans' reactions. Cut back to Larry and Dave in the studio.] LM: So that title match between Damage Inc. and Cold Spell will occur     this Saturday Night, but we had two fantastic tag matches of our own     tonight! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prophets of Rage vs Harlequins ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the first match of the night to start without any particularly noticeable occurance, quick tags were immediately the order of the day. The first few moments of the match were very quick, with several tags and mostly low-imapct offense, lots of flipping about, armdrags and what could be called a sedate style. A somewhat wounded Chaos depended on brawling tactics mostly, but was soon able to isolate the Dirt Dog in the Harlequin corner, where the two worked over him masterfully, not showing any signs of letting him escape. Tragedy especially showed a lot, stringing together quick combinations like a drop toe hold straight into an anklelock, from which he shucked forward to a half nelson in almost a Greco-Roman type of move. Lacking a lot of the fluidity of the original Prophets, this incarnation still strung together a few good moves, but always seemed to end up just short of making a tag. DDUA was really taking a beating until he slipped out of Chaos' clutches during a superkick attempt, meaning the big guy took one on the chin, and Derek was tagged in. Derek came in on fire, dropping everything with face paint that moved, until the Harlequins again got an advantahge back with teamwork, Tragedy nailing him from behind while Chaos distracted him. From here, the Quins went back to the offensive, and seemed about ready to put the Prophets away. It was not to be, as for the second time in the night Licensed for Devastation ran to the ring with weapons, Reggie Starr nailing the Dog with his chair to cause a dq, after which an angry Derek and dazed Dirt Dog rolled out of the ring to brawl with LFD. The weapons were soon counteracted, Derek blocking a Starr chair swing and throwing the thing away, while Allah stole the crutch and smashed it to bits. Winners: Prophets of Rage via disqualification at 13:59 LM: Again Licensed for Devastation try to make their presence known in a     tag match, and I have to think they cost the Harlequins a win here. DB: I wouldn't totally count the Prophets out, but they've had better     days. They'll be back to form in no time, I'd predict. LM: In any event, the LFD-Prophets brawl that broke out wasn't soon     resolved, as soon after it started we tried to move on to our next     match, which, ironically enough, involved LFD. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Licensed for Devestation vs Natural Predators ------------------------------------------------------------------------ DB: Before we show you what happened, both teams had some brief pre-taped comments... [Kuyler Greyson stands in the locker room, Grey Phoenix and Bear preparing themselves for their upcoming match against Licensed for Devestation. Grey Phoenix and Bear stand silently at Kuyler's side. He smiles, waving a pair of handcuffs in front of the camera] KG: Remember these, Chaos? How about you, Starr? You like the feeling     of helplessness? You attacked my boys after their first big     matchup here, saying it was part of the initiation. Guess what, boys. [A large smile spreads across his lips] KG: We're in. We're part of this league. And tonight, you're going to     wish you never invited us to be a part of it. Neyho neyehe hiyo. We will     triumph. [Bear cracks his knuckles and Grey Phoenix, looking as he did in the rainstrom, blinks slowly at the camera, the hint of a smile crossing his lips. The shot spins, and then shows Reggie Starr and Jonathan Chaos in their locker room.  They are wearing their wrestling attire.] RS: Tonight is the beginning.  The beginning of our reign over the     IIWF's tag teams... we're sick of sitting back and watching the action. We're going to _make_ the action. JC: If you don't like it... dat's a shame... 'cause ya better learn ta'     love it.  We are back, and da' double loose cannon is set to take ova' dis place little by little... RS: ... starting tonight with the Natural Predators... and any other tag     team we feel like humiliating. JC: Ya'll were pre-warned... if ya'll didn't prepare... RS: ... it's your own damn fault.  See ya in the ring. [Fade to black.] Though the Harlequins had long since moved on after basking in the cheers for a while, the Prophets and LFD continued to brawl in the aisle, much to the delight of a scrawny looking man wearing an odd looking fur hat, possibly of Russian extraction. In any event, the two teams were still brawling to a stalemate when the Natural Predators were announced, and the Bear/Grey Phoenix duo ran out to pitch in with the Prophets, pounding down Starr and Chaos with 4 on 2 odds. The Prophets soon had their fill and left, partly aided in their decision by an approaching JJS, so the match was able to official start in the ring as soon as the brawl found its way there. From the get-go, LFD looked tired and the Predators exploited it. Grey Phoenix tried to stay matched up with Starr, working him over with a lot of kicks and changing the pace frequently, switching from a martial-arts style to submission to technical wrestling with ease. Because both of the LFD members seemed winded, Starr's aerial attack wasn't too much of a factor. Bear stayed matched with Jon Chaos most of the match, and at 385 pounds he basicly just wore Chaos down, attacking his left leg consistently before switching tracks to full nelsons and headlocks to wear down the neck. LFD strung together a bit of offence, including a nice double backdrop on the Phoenix, but they couldn't but together a prolonged offensive. As the match wore on, Starr got knocked to the outside, just as partner Chaos was being set up to be ran to the corner by Bear, a sure sign the Natural Selection was on the way. Starr didn't know what was going on inside the ring, but he had plans outside, as he slipped out a shockingly familiar pair of handcuffs and slapped them around Kuyler Greyson's wrists before he could even react. With the Natural Predator's manager locked up in position, Starr started firing some shots at the poor guy, as his men saw the indignities in the middle of a cover. Getting up at the two count, they dove out for a save, with Chaos soon following to result in yet another huge brawl on the outside. The official had no recourse but to count both teams out. Double Countout at 11:37 DB: Fortunately for Kuyler Greyson, one of our IIWF staffers had some     sort of skeleton key that worked on the handcuffs, or he might have been locked up there for a long time. LM: Licensed for Devestation had a lot of trouble keeping up in this     match... they stayed in it for a while, but they just seemed outclassed and a bit out of gas. DB: That's not surprising with all the extracurricular activities they     had going tonight. Attacking other teams is great, but not if it     hurts your preparation time for your own match. LM: Well, all we had after that was the main event, but it was a doozy? DB: Wasn't Kuyler Greyson Batman's sidekick? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tony Starks vs "Real Deal" Luke Steele ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Fade up to an opulent hotel room, filled with white china, elegant leather furniture, and marble fixtures and statues.  A small waterfall can be seen in the background, and the sounds of IIWF: Saturday Night are heard from a big screen television playing in the background.  A voice cuts into the near silence, the voice of the "Real Deal", Luke Steele.] LS: Home again, baby dolls.  I'm starting to like living like this. [The camera sweeps across the room, and Luke Steele comes into view.  He sits in a large chair wearing a pair of blue Levi's, black and white Nike running shoes, a red sleeveless tank top shirt, and a Cleveland Indians baseball cap.] LS: I'm not one for all this swanky crystal and china, but the furniture, colour scheme, and TV are definitely pluses.  And here I sit again, IIWF fans, here in the lap of luxury.  Winning can be a lucrative deal, baby dolls.  And finally ol' Luke gets his chance at the glory. [Cut to a different angle, from Luke's other side.  He turns his head, and we can now see the stitches running up his forehead from his injuries suffered in the Tornado match.] LS: A few more battle scars, but I carry each one proudly.  See this?     [Luke points at his scarred forehead] Annis, I want to thank you for     the wake-up call.  That shiv woke up my so-called "hardcore" side,     and by god it forced me to toughen up and take everything you,     Verhoeven and Smith had to dish out.     Some say it's luck that let me win the match.  Others say it was the     two of you.  I say screw that, it was the Real Deal that won the     match, pure and simple.  It was my agility to avoid that last clothesline, my floating DDT that bounced Smith's head off the mat _again_, and my determination that pulled off the win. [Luke points to the television set, which displays the concluding moments of the match, as onscreen the camera records Luke's DDT again, and the pinfall.  Swing back to Luke, who stares at the camera with soulfull eyes.] LS: A simple move, and the Real Deal gets some much deserved respect.     This Tuesday I've been signed against Tony Starks.  I'm not a     stranger to him, for it was a survivors match that served as his     return to the ring.  And it was that match that Luke Steele first     began to realize that something was up in the IIWF Towers.     But hey Tony, I don't hold you responsible for that.  This Tuesday     night, I'm going to shake your hand like a man, and then DDT your     head into the mat.  I said it on Musings, I'll say it again here --     Luke Steele is the hardest working man in the IIWF.     You can take your Starks', Paris', Shakespeares, Motas, and Turners.     Match them up against me, and the way I'm feeling right now, I'll     beat their asses into the ground.     My shooting star press is every bit as good as they could do, and     I've got an extra fifty pounds to keep me on the mat.  Call me the     uncrowned Cruiserweight Champion if you want to, but I've got bigger     designs in my head.  Namely the Intercontinental Championship.  But     I'll see Tony Starks Wednesday Night, so until then, this is the     hardest working man in the business signing off. [Fade. Cut to the IIWF interview area. Starks stands alone in street clothes, holding the mic. He looks, as usual, intense and when he speaks it laces his voice:] TS: Let me clear something up. Those clowns that I was in that match with this past weekend, they don't know what what the hell is going on. Time after time, they don't tag me in... then you got that chump at the announce table running his mouth too. Roberts you had better shut you mouth and never invoke my name...or you are gonna get some reality dealt to you, you hear me?     You want to know why I left my team? Because I dont care about a shot at a title. I don't care any more... guess I am pretty damn miserable. My misery only lessens when I put misery on other people. Looks like "The Real Deal" wants his shot... [Starks accentuates his speech with hand mannerisms that convey his angry nature.]     Steele, you are gonna get a "Real Deal". No more dreams of happy     endings for you... pray to God. You are only one match away from     eternity. [With that Starks throws down the mic and walks off. While the camera is still on you can hear him slam the door on his way out.] This one promised to be a great main event, and it did not disappoint. Right from the beginning, Starks came out fired up, throwing everything he had at Steele. The Staten Islander hit an early back suplex while Steele was warming up, and didn't relent in the first few minutes as he went to work with a wide variety of suplexes, including a beautiful pumphandle variety. Steele fought back a bit, reversing an attempted hip toss into an abdominal stretch that had Starks in pain for a while, but Tony is a hard man to make give up and soon he was back in the driver's seat. The match almost ended at the five minute mark when Starks nailed his Dragon Screw Legwhip, but Steele was still too fresh and kicked out. Soon afterwards, the "Real Deal" was able to turn the momentum with somewhat questionnable tactics, thumbing Starks in the eye when the Earl Alphonso wasn't looking, giving him the chance to plaster Starks with a Rocker Dropper. From there, it was Steele's turn to methodically take apart his opponent, using continuous attacks on the arm in the form of elbows, armlocks, and so on to try and weaken the effect should Starks get the Katha Jime on. The match switched back again, though, after Steele had sent Starks to the outside with a backdrop. Attempting to follow, he missed a plancha and took a nasty spill to the outside. A bit dazed, Steele took a lot of punishment on that trip to the outside, but got some measure of revenge by reversing a whip to the ring post and sending Starks in. The two men barely made the ten count there, and the fans were thrilled to see this match was going to continue for a while longer. Once back inside, the two warriors got into what amounted to a war of attrition for a few moments, Steele slipping out of a lot of grappling moves but having little success when he tried anything up top to break the match open. Finally, Luke went to the aerial well once too often for a man of his size, and was caught in a bear hug in mid-air, only to be quickly belly-to-belly suplexed and covered for what seemed to be three. Starks' music began to play, and he was declared the winner, but on further review of the replay Alphonso reversed his decision, as Steele's foot was on the ropes. The match, as they say, "must continue!" The war continued on, Starks seemingly inches from putting Steele away but never quite coming up with the move to finish it. Towards the end of the match, an accident on an irish whip meant Alphonso went down for a while, and Starks took advantage by going outside and looking for a weapon. Having grabbed a monitor from the remote location near ringside, he prepared to blast Steele with it, but was intercepted by a dashing Kevin Christiansen, who knocked the monitor away. Starks shoved the Cavalier, who fired back with a weak punch. Nothing more came of it, as a resurgent Steele rolled Starks back into the ring, only to be caught off guard with a belly-to-belly set up. Lightning quick, however, Steele floated over Starks' back and nailed his floating DDT, covering for a pin. Winner: "Real Deal" Luke Steele at 20:35 LM: What a classic main event that match was, and after a hard fought     contest Luke Steele wins with the hottest move in the IIWF at the     moment, his floating DDT. DB: It is a very effective move simply because it can come out of     nowhere... and it's just the little spark Luke Steele needed to be     pushed into superstardom. LM: I also have to give credit to the Cavalier for making a save... he     and Tony Starks are not exactly on the best terms at the moment. DB: Has that floating DDT been named yet? LM: I don't believe it has any kind of official moniker, no. DB: How would you feel about the Steele Curtain? The Steele Squasher?     Twisted Steele and Sex Appeal? LM: That last one was too long. In any event, we hope you've enjoyed our     first episode under a new producer, and we invite you to catch even more excitement this weekend on IIWF Saturday Night! A couple of fantastic triangle matches, that Kowalski-Quigley encounter I've been waiting for... it should be great. DB: And, if I have time to throw something in, I'd like to mention a new     segment I intend to introduce on this show. We still don't have full     legal clearance yet, but what I'd like to do is a weekly rant where I take a "hard line", if you will, on a topic the rest of the IIWF may not be willing or able to discuss. These are the hard stories, the behind the scenes stuff, the unbiased opinions you deserve as a fan, in what I call the "Bacon Bit". Again, I don't have full clearance and I don't know the final structure, if any, but I'll keep you informed. LM: How is that looking, Dave? DB: I'm tentatively going to say the first segment will be ready for      December the 17th, and one of the topics I'm looking at right now is     former IIWF Vice President Steve Owens. LM: You will definitely have to tread lightly if you go ahead with that     one... and on that note, we leave you for this week. See you again on the next War Room! ["Temptation" once again begins as the two new colleagues shuffle their papers, talking to each other candidly in the way all TV show hosts do as the show is going off air. 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