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                  IIWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH:
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                   Rising Sun Revolution vs. Heavy Metal
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[Sparkplug Lee steps into the glare of the spotlight, and raises his
microphone.]

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled 
    for one fall, and is for the IIWF World Tag Team Championships!
    Introducing first, the challengers, led to the ring by Robo Stone,
    hailing from Olympia, Washington, and weighing in at 660lbs, here
    are Atlas and Apollo Steele... Heeaaaavy Meeeetaaaal!

[Big heel pop as "Smells Like Teen Spirit" heralds the arrival of the
burly Steele twins. They head down the aisle, ignoring the jeers of the
crowd, and the mics on the cameras pick up the maniacal laughter of Robo
Stone.]

TD: He's still laughing, Steve.

SR: He must have caught a glimpse of the Man Of Steel back there.

TD: Will you please stop?!

RA: And introducing their opponents, hailing from Japan, and weighing in 
    at a combined weight of 570lbs, here are Hiroshi "Daioni" Kasai, and
    Ryudu "Taisu" Kenjinata. They are the IIWF World Tag Team Champions!
    They are... Riiissiiiiiing Suuuuun Reeeevoluuuution!

[Huge pop as the theme from "Bladerunner" kicks in over the PA and RSR
appear at the head of the aisle. Rockets shoot up into the rafters of
the arena as they jog to the ring. Heavy Metal bail out of the ring as a
wall of flame erupts behind the champions, who raise their arms to the
roof and hold their belts aloft. Big pop! However, as RSR give their
belts to ringside assistants, Heavy Metal leap through the ropes and
jump them from behind. Heel pop! The referee signals for the bell to get
things underway.]

SR: Robo Stone has his guys well trained, doesn't he? Jump the champs 
    off the bat, work them over, and get the titles!

TD: A somewhat unfair strategy, some might say, Steve.

SR: This isn't about fair, Dross. This is about gold!

[Ryudu and Hiroshi are battered by the Steeles, and backed into opposite
corners. Atlas and Apollo attempt to whip the champs into one another in
the centre of the ring, but RSR reverse the attempts, sending the Steele
twins crashing into one another. Atlas rolls out of the ring, and Ryudu
also steps outside, leaving Hiroshi and Apollo to battle it out. Hiroshi
drags Apollo to his feet and whips him into the ropes, grabbing him on
the rebound and executing a devastating tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Big
pop!]

TD: It seems that Robo's game plan might not have been the most 
    effective, Steve. Hey! Look! It's Hellraiser!

[Big heel pop as Hellraiser makes his way down to the ring. The big man
pulls Ryudu off the ring apron, and immediately attacks him. The crowd
go berzerk as Hiroshi turns to help his partner, but is leathered from
behind by Atlas, who storms the ring and hits him with a big forearm to
the back of the head. Hiroshi goes down, and he is trapped in a side
headlock as Apollo gets to his feet and begins stomping away on the
trapped Hiroshi. Meanwhile, Hellraiser and Ryudu continue to mix it up,
and despite holding his own for a while, Ryudu is soon beaten down to
the arena floor by his much bigger adversary.]

TD: This was all a set-up! This is disgraceful! Ring the bell, ref! Hey!
    Here come Domination!

[Big pop as Mr. Psycho and Monster sprint down the aisle. Mr. Psycho's
head is bandaged, and one of his eyes is patched, but otherwise, both
men look to be at full strength. They career into Hellraiser, coming to
the aid of the fallen comrade, and whip him into the steel guard rail.
Mr. Psycho checks on Ryudu while Monster storms the ring and attacks
Heavy Metal, driving them away from Hiroshi. There is another huge heel
pop as the Dark Disciples run down the aisle, with Don McQueen following
not far behind. Soon, an uncontrollable brawl has broken out at
ringside.]

TD: This is ridiculous! Gang warfare has overtaken the IIWF, and 
    something has to be done about it!

SR: I say it should be encouraged, Dross. Once these teams actually 
    start eliminating one another, we might see some order around here.
    Although this is much more fun... hey, watch it!

[One of the Steele twins narrowly misses the broadcast table as he is
shoved from the apron. Within moments, security personnel have descended
on the ringside area, along with the Jobber Justice Squad, and order is
restored within a couple of hectic minutes. The fans finally begin to
settle, and take their seats once more.]

TD: It's only a matter of time before somebody is seriously injured in
    one of these brawls, Steve.

SR: Yeah, that would be great! Perhaps one of these moronic fans could
    get a little cosmetic "surgery" free of charge, courtesy of the Dark
    Disciples. Those scarred foreheads are going to be the look for
    1997, you know.

TD: I really don't think so, Steve. Anyhow, I guess that match must have
    been ruled a no contest, but something must be done to restore a
    modicum of order in the tag ranks, Steve.

SR: The only way to do it will be to lock everybody in their locker 
    rooms before the match starts, Dross, and even that might not work.
    These guys are determined to kick the snot out of one another, and
    they're going to do it.