. ___. __ ____ __ ________ ______ ||\ |/ | || | | || | || |\ \ /\ / /| __| || \|\__ | __||__ | |_||__ | || | \ v v / | __| || | \|/ || | | || |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| ||______/|\__||__ | | ||_________________________ with Tim Dross and "Soundbite" Steve Roberts Tuesday 10 February 1998 ................................................... ["God Only Knows" by the Beach Boys plays as the shot opens on a collection of images from the beaches of Palm Beach County:  the snorkeling at Red Reef Park, the leaping bluefish from Coral Cove, the volleyball tournaments on the Spanish River and...on the Riviera Beach, sprawled out on two oversized beach chairs flat in the middle of the expansive, and peculiarly sparse, white sands are IIWF commentators Tim Dross and Steve "Soundbite" Roberts. Dross is dressed in khaki pants, an open necked shirt -- upon which is affixed a "Wrestle Clean" button -- and Ray Ban sunglasses while the Soundbite is in similar shades, his trademark leather jacket... with no shirt... and a leopard print bikini thong that unfortunately leaves nothing to the imagination. As the playful sounds of children frolicking in the surf are heard, the music fades and the shot zooms in on Dross.] TD: Hello again everyone, you are _Tuned_In_ to the sun, surf and sand of Riviera Beach in Palm Beach County, Florida! [A cheer goes up from a group of pasty faced, beefy but boisterous young men wearing scarlet and grey Ohio St. Buckeye t-shirts.] TD: You are _Tuned_In_ to your weekly look at all the news, views, reviews and previews... highlights and sidelights... cheers and jeers.  A look back at the week that was and up ahead at the week that will be here in the NUMBER ONE professional wrestling organization in the world today... [The young men, perhaps a bit overly fervently, chant the catchphrase along with Dross:] "The_Mighty_IIWF!" [Big Pop as the college kids cheer themselves.] TD: I am Tim Dross, this is "Inside the IIWF" and alongside me, as always, is the hardest working man in the rasslin' business, the Multi-Award Winning -- SR: Black Jesus. TD: -- Black Jesus, Steve "Soundbite" Roberts! [Roberts gives a courtly wave to the collected, who wildly respond with the singing of the Van Halen lyric:] # Ain't got no need / to beg or borrow Ain't got nobody / waitin' at ho-ome Run-ning With the Devil!! # [The students again cheer themselves, and draw sardonic applause from the Soundbite.] TD: Steve Roberts, welcome.  SR: Dross, always good to be here in South Florida during the only time it ever matters in South Florida... Spring Break! [The young men raise up with a yell, but it then is muted as they look around the beach -- they see children, a few dozen elderly men and women... and a whole lot of sand.] SR: Oh, wait.  I forgot.  It's the 10th of February.  This ain't Spring, Dross!  This ain't Spring!  No one's down here but a bunch of damn Buck-wusses from Columbus.  No co-eds.  No nubile young beach bunnies.  No white hot smokin' cheerleaders from Notre Dame who are just dying to shed those bulky winter clothes along with their Midwest Catholic inhibitions and let a finely tuned former professional athlete like myself pour Budweiser all over their balloon-like young knockers. It's 71 goddamn degrees, Dross!  Who the hell scheduled this piece of crap tour!  Six damn shows left and not one of them gonna be any good.  I want out, Dross!  I got things lined up, I've doing Conan in mid-March, I've doing Howard Stern in a couple of weeks -- I've got that meeting with the guy that made the noises in Police Academy movies for some kind of one man Broadway show he's written for me, "Soundbite!  The Love - The Laughter - The Leather".  Dammit, Dross!  Dammit!  I don't have time to be coming down here to entertain a bunch of fat losers with my Gay Guy/Tough Guy jokes, let's wrap this thing up so I can go do my guest shot on "Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman." [The chants of "Shoot, Soundbite! Shoot" go up among the increasingly drunken Ohio Staters.] TD: How about we take one last look at everything that went down from Salt Lake City last Saturday Night!  ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| REWIND: |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| IIWF Saturday Night: 7 February 1998 ....................................................................... - IIWF World Heavyweight Championship: Steve Kowalski draw The Meatman - IIWF World Tag Team Championship: Natural Predators d. Team Sychosys - Mota/Blue d. Macbeth/Turner - American Dragons d. Starks/S.Psycho - Down Boys d. Fabulous Ones (DQ) - Shadoe Rage d. Joe Petrow - Marty Warnett d. Batallion - Damien Lestat d. Moxy Blue [Roberts calls to one of the Ohio St. kids, whispering something to him and causing the entire group to whoopingly run out of the shot.] TD: What was that, Steve Roberts? SR: Dross, you know what I always say. TD: Never charge the corner, especially with your neck? SR: Not that, the other one. TD: If it ain't the IIWF, it's just make believe. SR: Nope, the other one. TD: I got your Equal Rights Amendment in my trousers, Betsy? SR: Hah!  Dammit Dross, no -- what I always say is, "you gotta make your own fun" -- and that's what I'm doing down here in Florida for early February Spring Break... I'm makin' my own fun. TD: The fans who packed the Delta Center on Saturday Night certainly had a great deal of fun as they saw the emergence of the latest international superstar to join the IIWF... 1996's Number One Wrestler in the world... Gunnar Gaines. SR: Damn right, Dross.  This is what I like to see.  You gotta love when the Double Eye does something right, it's gotta be that new Administration.  Here's a company in the IIWF that's ranked number one... again... and by an even bigger margin this year.  Do they sit around?  Do they rest on their laurels?  Hell, no -- the suits upstairs go right out and pick up a big stick like Grizzly Gaines.  Ain't that the stuff, Dross?  Good for you, suits!  A big Soundbite thumbs up! TD: You still won't get that early release from your contract. SR: Y'all can eat me.  Damn dirty suits. TD: Gunnar Gaines made himself known -- and known to the Champion of the World, laying Steve Kowalski out and disprupting his title defense against the Meatman.  You have to wonder if this man Gaines knows what he is in for. SR: Yeah, but that's what's good, Dross.  Too many guys from the minor leagues come to Portland and just sit back and wait for the game to come to them... either they waggle their tin, worthless ass minor league belts and say, "I'm the 18 time world champion from the ISUCK promotion in Buttboy, Illinois give me the gold"... or... or... they are so busy pissing their pants afraid that if they raise their voices they'll get jobbed back to the Paleolithic Era. Here's a guy who has the game from the bush leagues -- and who comes right in and goes after the man.  Hell, if he goes Destructo on us I'll be the first one to run his no work ass out of town... but until then, I's excited, Dross.  I likes the guys who can go... I likes it big on big... and I'm glad this sonofabitch is in the IIWF! TD: We certainly saw it big on big this Saturday Night when Shadoe Rage, beginning his "Run of Rage" that he earned at Snow Brawl, brutally defeated Joe Petrow -- a match that played no small role in costing Team Sychosys the tag title match against the Natural Predators. SR: And a star is born, Dross.  I told you when the Prophets broke up all those months ago this was gonna happen, Dross.  This Shadoe Rage is a bad mamma-jamma.  He ain't no Tom like some of those other oreo brothers who used to wrestle in the Double Eye with their red gloves and their eyepatches and their little slogans.  TD: Actually, that particular young man to whom you are referring was pretty popular on Saturday Night -- references to him sprinkled the card, several months after he has left the IIWF, I'd be hard pressed to imagine why there is the new found interest.  SR: Uh-huh. TD: The Natural Predators are similarly dominant, the victory over TS really shoots up their profile, even beyond that of their Championship win over the Lost Boyz -- I have to believe that this was a match that went a long way toward raising the credibility of the tag ranks.  The question is... what about TS... and what about Joe Petrow? SR: Oh, there's no question about Crazy Joe Petrow -- this guy is the Number 3 rated wrestler in the world for a reason, Dross.  I don't have a damn clue why he'd want to slog it out in tags fighting a bunch of guys named "Runs Like Your Ass" and "Bologna Pony" when he could be headlining any main event in the world -- but that's why they call him Crazy Joe.  Leon, the US Curling Team.... TD: A loser against Sweden, 5-3.  SR: Whatever, the point is that Petrow just ain't some damn, "look at my butt" freak show... he's Joe Petrow.   And anytime he decides to come knocking at Steve Kowalski's door... you know I love the Fury... but anytime he decides to come knocking on the door -- Kowalski ain't gonna be able to keep it closed for long. TD: So much emphasis on the World Title belt... allowing the Intercontinental Champion, Duncan Macbeth, an opportunity to tag with his long-time friend... SR: Companion.  They like to be called companions. TD: ...Tim Turner in a match against the man who double crossed them, Derek Mota.  SR: Aw, the Canadian bastard just wanted to be loved... is that so wrong?  We all deserve to be loved.  Someone to hold our hand at the movies... someone to play miniature golf with and laugh until we cry... someone who will accept us for who we truly are, not try to judge us for whatever our... peccadillos might be... TD: Steve. SR: Someone who will say, "You want to put those biscuits _where_?  I've never tried it but I'm willing to learn." TD: Steve. SR: Someone who will enjoy it when I wear the Hitler moustache and the Little Bo Peep costume and say, "I have lost ze sheep!  Do you have mine wool?  Sieg Hiel!" TD: Steve. SR: Someone who will go with me to my daddy's grave to leave a bottle of scotch on his birthday, maybe wipe my tears as I catch him up on the Archie comics from the last year... Daddy always liked the Archie Comics, his last words were "You couldn't wipe Jughead's ass you goddamn pussy"... and then she'd hold my johnson when I piss all over that son of a bitch's grave.  You ruined my life you son of a bitch!  I'm glad you're dead!  I'm glad you're dead! I miss my daddy, Dross.  Good times. TD: ...It was the makeshift team of Derek Mota and Moxy Blue who were victorious over Macbeth and Turner -- as Ryan Howard withstood a pre-match attack by the man who was supposed to be his partner, Mota, to enter and attack TNT.  This matter is hardly settled... much like the feud between Serge Annis and Mad Dog Watkins -- with the Dog getting a measure of revenge via the fireball... or how about the feud between Takezo Musashi and Cold Spell -- as once again we saw the young aerialist Icehawk devastated at the hands of the Enigma... this time with Edmund Fitzgerald vowing revenge. SR: What about the tags, Dross?  Tell me about the tags! TD: The newcomers, the American Dragons... SR: Ooh, I dig them, Dross.  They have that supercool introduction with the words: ANY TEAM ANY TIME appearing on the video wall.  It's this kind of originality that will allow them to go far in the IIWF! TD: Will you stop? SR: Have you heard something? TD: The Dragons defeated Starks and the Subway Psycho when Tony Starks effectively brought a conclusion to that star-crossed partnership with a chairshot to his partner's head.  SR: No Love.  No Learnin'. TD: The Down Boys got a win over the Fabulous Ones when the Fabs turned on the official... after turning earlier on former Machine Paul Wong. SR: It's tough to be a gay guy on your own in the big city.  So many Broadway shows to see... so little Icehawk to go around. TD: The two newcomers met with decidedly different results, Battalion was defeated in a fine match by Marty Warnett... but Damien Lestat was victorious over Richard "Moxy" Blue. SR: Woooo!  Woooo!!  Wooooo!!! TD: The victory by Marty Warnett was indeed a nice treat for the fans. SR: Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Dross.  No -- I'm happy 'cause we have another ugly guy!  In the fine tradition of Sebastian Jericho and Dakota Bundy... we have the ugliest guy yet!  This plasma eater Lestat hasn't just been hit with the ugly stick -- the whole damn tree fell on top of him!  He makes Morton look like Rob Lowe, Dross! TD: Rob Lowe? SR: Ever seen that St. Elmo's Fire?  That's a pretty, pretty man.  I ain't ashamed to admit it. TD: But perhaps you should be. SR: You be nice or I won't let you play when the frat guys come back. TD: That's all we have from last Saturday... but a new week means two brand new cards, lets take our first look at the Wednesday War Room! ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| FIRST LOOK: |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| IIWF Wednesday War Room: 11 February 1998 ....................................................................... [The Ohio St. guys return, singing "Hang on Sloopy" and bringing a keg of beer, a giant pitcher of water and three chairs.] TD: Steve, are you going to share your plans here? SR: Patience, Daniel-san.  Show me, sand the floor. ----------------------------------------------------- Simon O'Neal vs. The Masked Terror Damien "the Demon" Lestat vs. El Super Gecko Harlequins vs. Barnacle Brothers & "Nifty" Ned Norton "Blacklight" Billy Shakespeare vs. Bobby B. Goode Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines vs. The Smooth ----------------------------------------------------- TD: Big card coming your way live tomorrow night from the War Memorial in Ft. Lauderdale. SR: Hope the lighting works.  TD: We'll see Machine O'Neal get his first taste of singles action in the IIWF -- while Tragedy returns to his tag team partners for a little six-man action. SR: You know, I was one third of the three time Texas six-man champions. Damn Freebirds, all the time with the dropkicks.  You know how much I spend a year getting my upper plate readjusted? TD: I had my upper plate readjusted once, Steve Roberts. SR: Really, Dross -- how'd that work out for ya, buddy? TD: Best weekend of my life. SR: Aw, you're just the bestest friend a guy ever had.  You know I get a royalty check every time someone uses one of my lines. TD: Then you'll never have to work again, Steve Roberts.  We'll also see two of the newcomers, Damien Lestat... SR: You know who's an attractive man, that Matt Damon.  See that Good Will Hunting?  That is quality, masculine film-making. TD: And Gunnar Gaines. SR: Let's... Get... Smooooooothhhhhh!!!! Aw, Drossy, it's a shame that Grizzly's gotta start off his Double Eye tenure with a loss... but my boy Smooth is a man on a mission, "He's On A Mission!"  Hey, Dross -- whatever happened to the cute and cuddly black guys like Mo and Mabel?  They were sweet and friendly and sang of peace, love and biscuits.  Wubba, Wubba, Wubba, Dross.  Everything good goes away. TD: We'll also see the return -- albeit the sightless return -- of Billy Shakespeare. SR: I can't believe we were able to pull him away from those frosting commercials, Dross.  Every time I turn on the TV, you know, to watch my stories -- there's Shakespeare selling some tub o' frosting. Chocolate, raspberry creme, banana... I do dig the frosting, Dross. Put a pinch between your cheek and gum and re-lax... ------------------------------------------ Christopher Stonebreaker vs. Subway Psycho ------------------------------------------ TD: The "Ragin' Cajun", Chris Stonebreaker, looks to continue his climb up the IIWF ladder when he takes on the former World Champion, Subway Psycho. SR: Let's see, Tragedy took the Bringer's no ...wonder what the Psycho will lose this week, I mean besides the match.  Maybe his pants, "Good God!  Good God!  Christopher Stonebreaker has stolen the famed pants of the Subway Psycho!  In all his years in the IIWF, we have never seen the Subway Psycho without his pants!  The Subway Psycho is showing the world that his biggest shortcoming isn't his workrate!  It's... damn, Psycho, put a sock in that or something.  At least try, baby dolls." ---------------------------------- Serge Annis vs. Charles Scheffield ---------------------------------- TD: A tough spot for young Scheffield, he has effectively called out one of the roughest customers in all the IIWF in Serge Annis.  SR: Charles Scheffield, JTTS. TD: Interestingly enough, Steve Roberts, Annis proclaimed former IIWF Champion Requiem as his best friend over the weekend... a man who very recently had some more words to say regarding yourself.  A reference to his attempted chokeslam of you at Ring Wars 4. [Roberts begins laughing uncontrollably, falling over in his chair, tears running down his face as the Ohio St. guys, now completely set up in the shot yell out:] "WHO?" ------------------------------------------- "Real Deal" Luke Steele vs. Mad Dog Watkins ------------------------------------------- TD: Quite a main event coming up tomorrow, the former Intercontinental Champion Watkins will take on the man with the Floating DDT -- Luke Steele. SR: Well, that floating DDT is a superior finishing maneuver, Dross. "Heart Like A Wheel" doesn't deserve it... but he sure deserves the beating the Old Dog is gonna lay on him tomorrow night.  He'll treat Luke like his own personal fire hydrant and mark his territory, Dross. TD: It's Larry and Dave... or maybe just Larry -- hard to say these days -- but it will be the War Room, and it will come your way tomorrow night! ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| FIRST LOOK: |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| IIWF Saturday Night: 14 February 1998 ....................................................................... [Roberts stands, exposing the words "Wrestle Clean" which are written on each of his buttocks -- and moving into a frat guy circle in which are enclosed the three chairs.] TD: I assume this is it. SR: Dross, I'm up.  Take a seat an enjoy the show. HELLOOOOOO SPRING BREAKERS!! [The Ohio St. guys begin to whoop it up, making an attempt to chant "Shoot, Soundbite! Shoot!"... but seeming to say the words, "Slooooooot! SloooootButt!  Sloooooooooot!"] SR: I am your party hardy host of the party hardy.  Steve "Stiffer than Karla Faye Tucker" Roberts.  And we are here for... the highlight of Spring Break... THE WET T-SHIRT CONTEST!! [More cheers from the Buckeyes, two of whom seeming to burst into the love theme from "Hardbodies".  Roberts moves to the "first contestant" a 90+ year old woman in a wheelchair, an enormous floppy hat covering her shrunken head.] SR: All right!  Let's get this shooooow on the rrrrrroooadddd!  Our first contestant is Mrs. Edelmann from Boca Raton -- her hobbies include incontinence, forgetting large chunks of her past and struggling for breath! Okay, Mrs. Edelmann... are you ready to get WETTTTTTTTTTTT?! [Cheers again from the kids, Mrs. Edelmann's massive goiter almost seeming to expand with an affirmation... and then Roberts directs one of the kids to pour from the pitcher of water over the elderly woman's chest, the spastic twitching of her head the only obvious clue that Mrs. Edelmann is alive.] SR: Alllllll Riiiiiiggggghhht!  That is outstanding, you know -- once you go grey you'll never go away.  Quite a rack, Mrs. Edelmann!  Quite a rack! [The old woman's head slumps over.] SR: Our second contestant, from Ohio St. University... This Guy! [Roberts grabs one of the frat guys, this one slightly built but completely inebriated.] SR: And your name? FRAT GUY: Wooooo!  I'm on T.V.!  Sig Eps Rule! OSU!  OSU!!  OSU!! SR: Fabulous, just fabulous.  Tell me, Woooo!, who is your favorite gay guy in all the IIWF? FRAT GUY: Sig Eps!  Sig Eps!  Fight the team across the field show them Ohio's beer.  Beer?  I mean Beer.  No.  I mean... show them Ohio's beer. Yeah.  ....Wooooooo!  Steve Manning Rules!  Steve Manning Rules!  Hey, Mrs. Edelmann... how do you feel about oral sex? [Roberts snaps his fingers -- and water is now dumped across the chest of the frat guy, he raises his shirt and rubs his nipples as the water falls, sticking out his tongue in one of the more grotesque displays seen on this program.] SR: All Right!!!  This is quality Spring Break action!  Our last contestant is a member of the Jobber Justice Squad -- he is sometimes known as the "Duke of Punk Funk" but today we'll just call him your 500 pound Mexican Love Machine... Ladies and Gentlemen... The Smooooooooothhhhhh!!!!!! [Loud applause from the frat guys as Smooth waves a beefy arm, his "No Jobber Justice, No Jobber Peace" t-shirt straining against his growing frame.] SR: Smooth, you've been in the IIWF what, maybe eight months now -- you've seen the entire world, dined with Princes and Kings, nearly perfected the SmoothSault and have learned the tricks of the trade from the very foot of the master.  You are an entirely different man from the one me and Dross found in that Tijuana prison all those months ago... tell me, Smooth... tell me, what's the most important thing you've learned in the IIWF? [The 500+ pound Mexican man smiles as only a 500+ pound Mexican man can, then says:] TS: Smooth like "Truly". SR: There you are!  Smooth like "Truly"!  Wet him down, Pedro! [The frat guy dumps the remainder of the water on The Smooth, who happily hops to his feet and with a Bollea-esque rip, tears his t-shirst off and begins flexing his monstrous torso for the crowd -- who cheer wildly.] SR: I think we have a winner, Dross!  The Winner of the 1998 Spring Break Wet T-Shirt Contest...... THE SMOOOOOOOOTHHHHHH!! [Smooth continues to flex as the frat guys begin singing the Ohio St. fight song.  Roberts starts chatting up Mrs. Edelmann, then wheels her from the shot...which cuts back to Dross -- who is sitting in his chair in stunned silence... ...for many seconds... TD: Uh. Let's... How about... Here's the card. 1. Valentine's Day Massacre: "Savage" Shadoe Rage vs. "Enigma" Takezo Musashi, Duncan Macbeth & Steve "the Fury" Kowalski [Shadoe Rage must face three men in succession. Rage will start in the ring and all three opponents will be at ringside throughout. One opponent at a time will enter the ring, and a decision (pinfall, submission, disqualification, countout all allowed) must be reached before the next man may enter. If Rage is on the losing end of a decision, he must answer the referee's ten count, returning to the ring if necessary, in order to continue the match.] 2. IIWF World Tag Team Championship Match: Natural Predators vs. Fabulous Ones 3. Ike Sampson vs. "The Intrepid" Ryan Howard 4. "Real Deal" Luke Steele vs. Jimmy "the Meatman" Steele 5. Gunnar "Grizzly" Gaines vs. Battalion 6. Prophets of Rage vs. Down Boys 7. Christopher Stonebreaker vs. "Sanguinary" Steve Manning 8. Deathbringer vs. "The Savior" Simon Lebec [We see Roberts, leather jacket pulled from his shoulders sprinting across the shot... chased by a wheelchair racing Mrs. Edelmann.] TD: Steve is apparently... otherwise occupied... but we will forge forth.  Big card coming Saturday Night from the West Palm Beach Auditorium, Shadoe Rage kicks it off -- and he will be taking on all three IIWF Champions in one match... in what has got to be an IIWF Saturday Night first. The Natural Predators will once again put the gold on the line when they hook up with the Fabulous Ones... we will also see former IIWF Tag Champs, the Prophets of Rage, in action against the Down Boys. [Roberts flashes again across the screen, Mrs. Edelmann picking up more and more speed.] SR: Helppp Meeeee, Drosssss!  TD: Two returning IIWF'ers, Ike Sampson and Ryan Howard will meet in a match which is sure to pique the interest of Messrs. Macbeth and Turner -- while two newcomers, Battalion and Gunnar Gaines, will hook up in a very important match for each of these new superstars. SR: Heeeeeeelllllllpppppppp meeeeeeee, Drooosssssssssssss!!!!!!!! TD: Steele will meet Steele when Luke takes on the Meatman -- and the maskless Deathbringer will meet the "Savior" Simon Lebec.  Finally, Steve Manning, who has managed to somehow turn the words "I quit" into a conspiracy, will take on Christopher Stonebreaker. It's IIWF Saturday Night... SR: Drosssssssssssssssss!!!!!!! TD: And it's coming your way this Saturday Night!! ________ ______ | || |\ \ /\ / /| __|.................................................. | || | \ v v / | __| COMING FRIDAY: |_||_| \_/\_/ |_| Countdown to Saturday Night ....................................................................... [Roberts is now visible at the edge of the water... he is backing up gingerly and almost appears to be coaxing the stalking Mrs. Edelmann to follow.] TD: Folks, that's all the time we have for this week, be sure to join... someone... tomorrow night for all the action from the "Wednesday War Room".  Then, Friday brings about Larry and his special weekly guest as they "Countdown to Saturday Night".  And finally... [Roberts moves further and further into the water... Mrs. Edelmann coming closer and closer herself...] The Road to Ring Wars V hits the West Palm Beach Auditorium for the finest two hours of weekly live wrestling anywhere in the world, IIWF Saturday Night! So, for Steve Roberts and all of us here at "Inside the IIWF", I am Tim Dross wishing all of you a good night! [Falco's "Der Kommissar" plays as we see Roberts... moving further and further into the water... Mrs. Edelmann coming closer and closer... until Mrs. Edelmann's wheelchair is submerged under the surf... and she disappears. The Soundbite looks at the wave... then up at the sky... then back at the wave... and then begins running feverishly -- Roberts sprinting out of the water... running from the water to the shore... right up past Dross and by the camera... right off the beach... and right into his rental car -- hopping in and driving away as the shot and the music fade.] +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I * I * W * F =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-+ | President: Daniel Spreadbury | Vice-President: Gregg Osterhout | | univ0322@sable.ox.ac.uk | ghost@frii.com | | iiwf@sisko.demon.co.uk | | +=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- http://www.sisko.demon.co.uk -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=+