SINGLES MATCHDorian Hawkhurst vs Will Peterson
Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall.
{The arena is filled with a quiet ticking noise. As it gets faster, it turns into an electronic whirling noise. Finally the guitar kicks in and Dorian Hawkhurst walks out from the back. He looks around at the audience while the weight of the lyrics hits him.}Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 287lbs. “The Demon of Sobriety” DORIAN HAWKHURST!!!
{Hawkhurst begins walking down to the ring, slapping a few hands along the way despite not taking his eyes off of the ring. He gets to the apron and slides in, making his way to the corner, awaiting the start of the match.}
Alison Valance: And his opponent, from Leicester, England and weighing in at 229lbs. He is “The Underdog” WILL PETERSON!!
{"Underdog" by Kasabian blares out over the arena speakers, prompting a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd. Moments after his theme hits, the stocky form of "The Underdog" Will Peterson appears at the top of the ramp, arms folded and wearing a characteristic scowl.
Peterson cricks his neck one way and then the other, before making his way down the aisle, staring inexorably towards the ring in front of him. Fans along the aisle revel in trying to wind the sawn-off powerhouse up, trying to get "The Underdog" to 'bite', and Peterson can't resist jaw-jacking with a particularly vocal member of the crowd, getting right up in his face, sneering and pointing, before snapping his head the other way and sliding into the ring.
Peterson affords himself a slow, 360 degree turn, arms wide, seemingly revelling in the mixed reaction being sent his way. He pauses, eyes closed and arms still wide, before snapping his arms back down to his sides, causing a cacophony of red pyro to explode from above him.}Vasco Dias: Oh man this is going to be great. These two have been on the tipping point for ages now and FINALLY we get to see them go beyond that.
Teri Morasco: Don’t they even realise this is all one big massive misunderstanding?
Vasco Dias: Who cares! Let’s see them beat each other bloody!
{Both competitors look tensed to do just that very thing when all of a sudden a new song plays through the speakers.}
Teri and Vasco: WHA?!
{“Stick to your Guns” by the Sick Puppies, the entrance theme of the Australian Lost Boys interrupts the potential violent moment between Will and Dorian and unexpectedly Sam Braxton starts making his way down the ramp. He smiles and applauds the competitors in the ring and even has a few laughs at their expense before he joins Vasco and Teri at the commentator’s table.}Vasco Dias: Oh my god! Sam how great to see you here.
Sam Braxton: Isn’t it just. How you guys going?
Vasco Dias: Great, now that you’ve given me something better to do then watch this garbage.
Teri Morasco: Only seconds ago you were crying out for their blood.
Sam Braxton: Whoa. Lay off there Teri, Vasco is clearly a complicated man. No need to bite his head off. You got your knickers in a twist or something?
Teri Morasco: What are you even doing out here? You’re not booked.
Sam Braxton: Dean’s taking a break and I thought I’d ingratiate myself a bit more with the company and its unsung heroes, like my main man Vasco here.
Vasco Dias: Oh bless.
Teri Morasco: Yes well, if you don’t mind I’d like to get back to the actual match at hand. Between people actually supposed to be here.
{During that tasteful interlude between the commentators Will and Dorian had returned their focus back to each other. They slowly circled the ring. It seemed as if Will was taking some time to size up his options against the Demon of Sobriety who clearly had a distinct size and weight advantage. Dorian on the other hand was just waiting for Will to make a move, expecting the smaller individual to inevitably mess up.}Sam Braxton: I knew these two just couldn’t get on. It was clear during our match last week.
Teri Morasco: The only reason they are here tonight Sam is because of YOUR post-match attack against Will.
Sam Braxton: Hey I can’t be held responsible for how other people react alright. This is all on Will.
{Dorian gets tired of playing the waiting game and surges forward to attack. Will rolls underneath a lariat that looks a bit stiffer than one may usually expect. The Underdog expertly utilises one big advantage he has against Hawkhurst, his speed, and punished Dorian for his brash opening attack with a stiff jab to the face, then a stiff body shot and finishes off his combo with a European uppercut. At least he would have, except the flurry of strikes seemed to have no discernible effect on Dorian who simply caught Will’s fist as it came in for the uppercut and hoisted the surprise Brit onto his shoulders for a body-jarring and ring-shaking flapjack.}Vasco Dias: Few are capable of matching the sheer force of punches delivered by Dorian Hawkhurst.
Sam Braxton: Can confirm. A week later and my jaw still aches.
{Dorian comes off the ropes for an elbow drop but Will rolls out of the way and instead the Demon of Sobriety crashes onto the mat, stunned momentarily by the impact. The Underdog has Dorian by the legs and tries to set him up into the Short Changed submission. Dorian however kicks Will Peterson away and quickly tries to rise to his feet. Peterson comes charging in to try and keep Hawkhurst down and connects with a running leg lariat.}Teri Morasco: Will Peterson looking impressive in the early moments of this match. He has used his familiarity with Dorian to assess and understand not only the advantages Dorian possesses but how to mitigate or even eliminate them.
Sam Braxton: I bet you weren’t saying such nice things about me in our match last week. Vasco how do you even put up with her?
Vasco Dias: Money and a lot of elicit substances.
Teri Morasco: HEY!
{This time Will Peterson watches and waits for his opponent to stir, stalking him like an apex predator until an opening presents itself. With the aid of the nearby ring ropes Dorian slowly ascends back to a standing base, the opening Will was waiting for. The Underdog pounces, coming at Dorian from behind and locking in the cobra clutch.}Teri Morasco: There’s no denying that Dorian is a tough individual, but if Peterson keeps up with these painful and debilitating holds he’s going to wear down and eventually have no strength left to fight back.
Vasco Dias: That’s fine. Dorian will just drink after the show and forget this ever happened.
{The hold does its job and Dorian Hawkhurst falls back to one knee, despite his attempts to struggle and throw off the Underdog, who has a determined glint in his eyes. When it looks as if Dorian may collapse he summons up a surge of strength and lunges backwards. It’s hard to tell if it was his intent or not but the desperate move sandwiches Will Peterson between Dorian’s bulk and the corner post.}Sam Braxton: Oooo that’s nasty. He’s flatter than a Looney-Tunes character after being driven over by a steam-roller.
Vasco Dias: I like that visual.
Teri Morasco: *Groan* You would.
{Dorian staggers for a few steps then turns to the corner and convincingly battered Will Peterson, stunned and helpless in the corner. The Demon of Sobriety charges forward, crashing into the Underdog with a corner body avalanche and dragging Peterson out of the corner, slamming him down to the mat with a sidewalk slam. He hooks the leg and goes for the pin.
1…
2…}San Braxton: Well it’s been fun guys bu-
{Will Peterson rolls his shoulder and breaks up the pin.}Sam Braxton: Nevermind then.
{Hawkhurst has Will Peterson coming off the ropes with an irish whip, but the Underdog slides underneath the Demon of Sobriety’s big boot. However, in a sudden flash of uncharacteristic speed Dorian follows up with a savage savate kick right to the back of the head and the Underdog drops down like a stone. He reconsiders another pin attempt and instead Dorian adopts the predator mantle, stalking Will and waiting to strike.}
Teri Morasco: It appears that despite the Underdog’s best efforts Dorian Hawkhurst was just too formidable a foe to handle.
Sam Braxton: I hate to compliment someone who isn’t me, or a hot chick, but it was a bit impressive how Dorian managed to weather the offensive thrown at him by Peterson.
Vasco Dias: I wouldn’t have gone that far…
{The Demon of Sobriety, Dorian Hawkhurst, once again utilises a not oft witnessed degree of speed and athleticism, knocking Will Peterson full force once again the face with a running front dropkick. This time around he attempts another pinfall.
1…}Teri Morasco: I don’t know how Peterson can still be conscious after such an impact to the skull.
Vasco Dias: He’ll have a headache when he eventually wakes up, that’s for sure.
{2…}Sam Braxton: Alright, well I’m o-
{3. Peterson kicks out!}
Sam Braxton: You’re kidding me?!
Vasco Dias: Trying dealing with it every week.
{Dorian Hawkhurst is as surprised as Vasco and Sam that the Underdog Will Peterson was somehow able to find the energy to kick out after two very heavy blows to the head. But kick out he does and that means the match is still going. Slightly perturbed Dorian throws Peterson outside the ring and follows suit.}Vasco Dias: Now we’re getting to the good part.
Sam Braxton: You wouldn’t happen to have popcorn…or better yet a beer on you would you?
{The Demon of Sobriety sets up Peterson for the slingshot powerbomb, ‘bouncing’ him off of the security rail first and in an impressive show of strength goes to drop him down onto the unforgiving ring apron. Will realises the danger he is in and somehow manages to find both the sense and the energy to fight back with a barrage of stiff punches into the face of his opponent. Eventually the bigger man succumbs to the offensive and collapses.}Teri Morasco: Someone better hurry up otherwise they will both be counted out.
{By the count of six Peterson crawls himself back into the ring, at least attempts to but Dorian has a firm hold of his boot, trying to drag him back out. Peterson retaliates with a stiff kick to the side of the jaw but is too exhausted to build any further offense. Dorian returns to the ring by the count of eight.}Sam Braxton: Thank god. That would have been a horrible way to end this grudge match.
{Peterson lunges at Dorian and just manages to find the strength to lift him up into a german suplex then signals for his patented In the Doghouse, setting the Demon of Sobriety in place. With his own sudden surge of strength Hawkhurst pushes Will Peterson away, into the ropes and the Underdog comes bouncing back. The Demon of Sobriety knocks him hard in the head with the Getting Hammered Polish Hammer. This time the Underdog has nothing left in the tank and offers no resistance as Dorian Hawkhurst nails the Falling Off the Wagon, holding on for the pin.
1…}Vasco Dias: This has got to be it.
{2…}
Teri Morasco: I can’t see Peterson kicking out of this one.
{3…}
Sam Braxton: Well it's been fun guys but that’s my cue.
Alison Valance: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Demon of Sobriety” Dorian Hawkhurst!
{Dorian Hawkhurst is so exhausted and beaten he hasn’t the energy to even has his arm lifted in victory by the referee. He watches tense as Peterson slowly and painstakingly climbs back to his feet. They lock eyes.}Teri Morasco: Guys the match is over. Come on now.
{Dorian Hawkhurst slowly extends his outstretched hand, Peterson starts as if readying for another attack, but is surprised at the respectful gesture. He slowly advances, eyes going from Hawkhurst, to the outstretched hand, until he finally accepts it to the joyous approval of the crowds. As soon as the shake ends Dorian flips Will Peterson a double finger and rolls out of the ring.}Vasco Dias: Hang on…I’m confused…was that a sign of respect or not?
Teri Morasco: I think Peterson has more to worry about right now…
{Will Peterson stands there dumbfounded, watching Dorian head up the ramp.}“Oi Peterson”
{The call comes from behind and the Underdog turns around into the waiting arms of Sam Braxton who surprised Peterson with his variation of the double knee backbreaker called the Brax-Breaker. Sam motions for a microphone as he stand triumphant over the fallen Will Peterson.}Sam Braxton: Aussie…Aussie…Aussie…
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SEGMENT“Can’t Deal”--------------------------------------------------
{The camera cuts inside of the one hundred and fifty-three suites located in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. This is the one belonging to the Dalmons. Though there is room for others the only people in the suite are Lizzy and her brother Landon. Tiffany knows and a camera man are there as well, but they were not invited guest.}Tiffany Jones: I'm here with Lizzy Dalmon...
Lizzy Dalmon: That's right you are! Though I'm not sure why. I didn't hop aboard a private jet and come to a slum like New Orleans to be harassed by the likes of you.
Landon Dalmon: That's right...
{Lizzy puts her hand in front of her brother's face quickly shutting him up. Of course this is the hand on her good arm. The other is still in a sling from her match with Eternity.}Lizzy Dalmon: I came here because these people need to be in the presence of greatness. I'm positive there was a spike in ticket sales when I signed with the IWF. The people spent their hard earned money to see me and being the generous person I am, I felt it was my duty to show up.
{The crowd reacts to her comments with mostly boos. This seems to fluster her a bit. She is used to being adored.}Lizzy Dalmon: I should have been wrestling tonight. I should be having a rematch with Eternity since I only lost due to an error of judgment by my brother. If anyone around here had half a brain I would be facing Paige Garcia for the Diamonds championship.
Tiffany Jones: You're injured, aren't you?
Lizzy Dalmon: Do you think that matters? It doesn't! The Diamonds division has become stale. How else do you explain Crystal Millar getting a shot at the Diamonds championship? I beat her just a couple weeks ago!
{As Lizzy starts to get heated her brother tries to calm her down.}Lizzy Dalmon: Instead of having some sort of misguided talent drive the IWF should be focusing on me!
{The fans boo her once again.}Tiffany Jones: Again...you're injured...
Lizzy Dalmon: I just can't deal with people like you right now...
{She storms away visibly upset.}Landon Dalmon: You shouldn't have done that...
Tiffany Jones: My job?
Landon Dalmon: Whatever. You can go now...unless you want to make up for your mistake?
{He glances down to the lower half of his body.}Tiffany Jones: I'll be going now.
{As she heads toward the door the camera cuts away.}IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP Invictus Rules MatchBob Pooler vs James Franklin Karn (c)
{The two manage to untangle, JFK rolling in one direction and Pooler in the other. Karn forces himself up to his knees, holding one side. Bob is the first to his feet, spying JFK. Surging into action, Pooler sprints across the distance between them and hits a massive clothesline on the kneeling JFK, practically like he’s trying to decapitate him.
JFK is left sprawled out on the floor for a moment or two after the blow. He rolls onto his stomach, starting to get up. Pooler races back in, looking for a kick to the face, but JFK manages to catch his leg! Karn brings Pooler to the floor with a single leg takedown and begins raining down closed-fist punches into his face!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
Karn finishes off the assault with a sharp headbutt before getting to his feet, wiping one boot across Pooler’s face. JFK looks to still be recovering from the High Velocity Hug he took earlier, holding his side as he leans against the edge of the ring. It gives Bob just enough time to get to his feet.
Spying his opponent up once again, JFK lunges forward. Bob ducks at the last second and sends Karn up and over with a back body drop. JFK CRASHES DOWN RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL STAIRS!!! Pooler smirks and drops an elbow into Karn’s chest for good measure. The audience cringes and JFK rolls off the other side of the steps.} Vasco Dias: Come on JFK, do you want to keep that Championship or not?!
Terri Morasco: Both men are going for broke right now, but neither one of them looks like they’re going to quit!
Vasco Dias: Quiet, woman!
{Pooler follows after, looking to hook JFK up, but the larger man creates some space with a shove. Bob surges back in, trying to keep Karn on the defensive, but JFK gets a boot up! Pooler doubles over as the kick makes contact with his gut. JFK is able to hook one arm, but Bob fights with the other, trying to break free. Karn throws a big knee right up into Pooler’s face and Bob goes a little slack, allowing him to grab the other arm.
There’s an almost hesitant scatter of applause from the crowd as JFK looks up and grins. After just a moment of showboating he hits a huge double underhook DDT right into the floor!!! Karn shoves Pooler away from the edge of the ring and drops for the pin. The referee slides in for the count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!
Pooler somehow gets the shoulder up. JFK looks frustrated, but is quick to stand. He leans down and yanks Pooler up right by the hair! Karn goes for a blistering short arm clothesline… BUT AT THE LAST SECOND POOLER REVERSES!!! Karn is sent crashing into the ring post with an Irish whip!!! As JFK hits the ground Pooler wastes no time. He drops on top of JFK and locks both arms for a submission!!!} Terri Morasco: Queen City Stretch by Bob Pooler! Can JFK hold on?!
Vasco Dias: Of course he can! Come on JFK! Get up already!
{Karn claws at Pooler’s hands, trying to pry them free, managing to loosen one, allowing him access to throw an elbow into Pooler’s temple. It’s enough to give Karn the space to break the hold completely, but instead of rolling away he leans forward before thrusting himself backwards and striking Pooler square in the face with the back of his head. Bob rolls away holding his nose and mouth as Karn is given the momentary chance to catch his breath.
JFK catches his breath and drags Pooler back to his feet before clutching him around the middle and, with a might heave, Karn spins and throws his body forward, whipping Pooler up and over… and sending him crashing down on the steel stairs!!!} Vasco Dias: Hah! Hahaha!
Terri Morasco: Pooler is looking in a bad way.
Vasco Dias: Finish him off Karn!
{JFK backs up several paces, watching Pooler to be sure that he stays in place on the stairs. Measuring the distance, Karn dashes forward and hits a TKK … right to Pooler’s head!!! Bob slumps off of the other side of the stairs to a little pop from the crowd who seems less to be cheering JFK than just glad to see Pooler take the hit.
JFK pulls Pooler to his feet once more and throws him back into the ring, Karn rolling in just behind him.
Pooler is extremely slow to get back to his feet and Karn stalks him for a moment before hitting a well placed knee to the gut as Bob is in the middle of standing up and quickly wraps him up. Pooler attempts to break free of the hold with punches to JFK’s sides, but Karn holds on fast, lifting him up, up, straight up into the air! Pooler is starting to go red in the face by the time JFK drills in him straight onto his knee!} Vasco Dias: FINAL NAIL!
{Karn hooks the leg with a quickness as the referee slides in for the count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR—KICKOUT!!!} Terri Morasco: Shoulder up! I don’t know how he did it, but Bob Pooler got the shoulder up!
{JFK stares in disbelief for a moment or two, but the ref holds up two fingers in confirmation. It looks like Karn is about to start arguing but before he can both the official and JFK lurch back in opposite directions, dodging a haymaker swing from Pooler! Bob is back on his feet first but JFK is only a blink behind.
The two men lock eyes and stare one another down for so long that it starts to get uncomfortable. Pooler dashes forward first, but JFK firmly holds his ground. As Bob closes in Karn finally reacts, blasting Bob right in the face with a forearm! The shot is so stiff that it knocks Pooler off of his feet. Karn wastes no time folding Pooler up like a pretzel before deadlifting him off of the mat … and sending up and over his head, crashing back down with a t-bone suplex!!!} Terri Morasco: Did you HEAR that impact?!
Vasco Dias: And now he’s got the pin… Come on JFK, come on!
{The official slides right back in for another count.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE—FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!} Vasco Dias: What?!?!
Terri Morasco: How?! How does Bob Pooler have anything left?!
{JFK doesn’t make the same mistake as last time. He’s back on his feet in an instant, refusing to give up. He can feel that imminent victory and is looking to put Pooler away for good. Karn backs across the ring into the opposing corner, watching and waiting. Bob is still shaking out the cobwebs as he hauls himself to a knee.
Karn sprints across the ring as quickly as he can manage in his fatigued state, going for another TKK … BUT POOLER CATCHES HIM WITH A SURPRISE DR. TEETH!!! JFK totters on the spot for a moment, a feather looking like it could topple him. Pooler stands on wobbly legs himself, neither man looking like they’ll have the strength to finish this match.} Vasco Dias: Oh no. Oh no oh no.
Terri Morasco: This could be a turning point… That looked absolutely devastating to JFK.
Vasco Dias: Don’t say that!
{JFK falls face first into the canvas and Pooler falls backwards into the nearby corner. As Karn struggles to get back to his feet, Pooler struggles to stay on his own. When at last JFK gets to a standing position, Pooler meets him head on with a hard right hand.
JFK throws a big fist of his own right back into Bob’s face, but Pooler hounds him still. Bob all but throws himself on top of JFK, sending the pair down to the canvas as the switch positions several times, each man struggling to both block and unload shot after shot.
Both men, literally, fight back to their feet when Karn, out of nowhere, spins and hooks Pooler with his left arm before leaping out …}Terri Morasco: Holy …
Vasco Dias: Yes, Terri – say it!
Terri Morasco: Moly!
Vasco Dias: Dammit
Terri Morasco: It’s the Price Cash … when’s the last time we saw that move, Vas?
Vasco Dias: If I tell you, do you promise to swear for me?
Terri Morasco: Wh-what?
{Karn attempts to hit Pooler with the leaping stunner, but Pooler manages to get enough force behind JFK to push him forward enough to minimize the damage, but now leave Karn open for Pooler to get the Queen City Stretch locked on again!!!
Karn snarls in pain, reverting to trying to get a grip on Bob’s hands to force them off. Pooler leans back, adding more and more pressure to the submission. JFK clenches his fists, fighting through the pain. Pooler leans back even further …
DING DING DING!!!}Terri Morasco: HE TAPPED … Vasco, JFK tapped!
Vasco Dias: I … I don’t want to live on this planet anymore
Allison Vallance: The winner and NEEEEEEEW, INVICTUS CHAMPION … BOB … POOOOOOOOLER!!!
Terri Morasco: Somehow, Pooler did it, Vasco! Though I don’t doubt that this will be the last time we see these two in the ring together!
UNSANCTIONED EMPTY ARENA MATCHFalcon vs Spike Kane
{The feed now cuts from the Mercedes Benz Superdome, to somewhere completely different, somewhere fans of IWF might be completely unaware of, a small venue that older fans may remember, a little place on the outskirts of Philadelphia, a little village known locally as “Hellview” where a wrestling company known as XwF owned by Spike Kane was run, and now the camera feed cuts to that small arena, where the house lights are down, and only the spotlights shining on the ring are on. Inside the ring we see Spike Kane in one corner, facing away from his opponent leaning into the turnbuckle and opposite him we see Falcon! The man without a voice stands there glaring at the man he once called a friend, not flinching, not moving an inch as a referee with an XwF logo on his chest walks forwards and calls for a bell, where at ringside, another XwF official rings it. Though the visual feed is overriding that of the feed from New Orleans and the audio is coming through, that of Vaso Dias and Terri Morasco still comes through crystal clear.}Terri Morasco: What on Earth is going on here!?
Vasco Dias: Earlier this week Spike Kane all but threatened Falcon by saying they would have a match whether he was cleared or not, and last week as Sacrifice came to a close it seemed as if Spike took off in an ambulance that was carrying Falcon away after he attacked him!
Terri Morasco: Someone needs to call the cops!
Vasco Dias: And tell them what Terri? Two consenting adults are about to fight in the middle of a wrestling ring somewhere across the country?
Terri Morasco: This isn’t right Vasco!
Vasco Dias: I’m not saying it is Terri, not at all...but if anybody has followed the career of Spike Kane at all they’ll know that XwF has a very violent history and this “match” for lack of a better word isn’t going to be pretty….so for those of a weak disposition, I urge you to look away now.
{As the bell rings Spike rises to his feet and turns to face Falcon. As he does so Falcon lunges out of the corner and dives at him with a huge diving lariat that takes the God of Xtreme down, as he all but bounces back out his feet he’s met with a stiff spinning heel kick to the chest taking him back down again, Spike rises right back to his feet and takes another stiff kick to the right side of his abdomen, and then his left, and then the right again, and one more to the left before a huge jumping spinning wheelbarrow kick from Falcon takes Spike down. Falcon goes for a quick cover, but Spike kicks out with disgust before the referee can even count to one.}Vasco Dias: Falcon doing the smart thing and trying to end this early.
Terri Morasco: You’re right there Vasco, and that might be the right option there, because Spike isn’t looking for a victory here, he’s looking for a fight!
{As Spike rolls towards his feet Falcon is right back on him, but Spike takes him down with a snapmare, however Falcon rolls through and jumps up, hitting Spike wtih a huge Pele Kick! Spike wobbles a little, before hitting the matt. The sound of the crowd in the arena in New Orleans can be heard coming through the mics of Vasco and Terri, but in the XwF Arena all that can be heard is the bodies slamming on the matt. Falcon turns to the turnbuckle and grabs it, leaping to the top rope like a man half his age. He extends his arms and leaps through the air with the Swanton Bomb!!! But at the last possible second, Spike moves out of the way! Falcon crash lands on the matt hard, as Spike grabs onto the bottom rope, staring at the almost lifeless body of Falcon, where he was laying mere seconds ago.}Vasco Dias: A veteran move their by the God of Xtreme.
Terri Morasco: You have to wonder Vasco, what extremes are the two of these men willing to go to here? They’ve almost ended each others careers in the past, and who knows what can happen outside the confines of an IWF ring?
Vasco Dias: I don’t think we want that answered Terri…
{Spike slinks to the turnbuckle now, with a sly smirk on his face, as he measures Falcon, who is slowly starting to come to, cursing himself for his mistake. As he slowly gets to his feet Spike explodes out of the corner clocking him with a devastating Bloody Sunday kick that almost takes his head off. Falcon hits the matt with a thunderous thud, but the wily veteran rolls to the outside and crawls to the makeshift barriers, to try and escape the pinfall.}Vasco Dias: I gotta ask, is that wise? I mean, if I’m Falcon, would I not just want to take the loss and go home, rather than have my career ended here tonight?
Terri Morasco: You’re not wrong Vasco.
{Spike follows Falcon out to ringside, but as he approaches him, Falcon springs to life and catches Spike offguard and drops him with a drop toe hold face first into the security barrier! Spike’s face smashes off the metal and immediately begins to gush red with blood. Falcon takes a few steps away and turns back before bursting into a sprint and spearing Spike through the metal barrier and into the area where the crowd would be, both men spilling out into the empty area full of steel chiars!}Vasco Dias: This is pure chaos!
Terri Morasco: Say whatever you will about Falcon, but he has always had a never say die attitude, and he is showing it here tonight!
{Falcon grabs Spike by his short hair, but his hands slip due to the blood, so instead he grabs him by the beard which causes Spike to shout out in pain. Spike then sends a swift and brutal kick right to the privates of Falcon and an uppercut to the jaw. Kane then stumbles away from the Immortal one holding his own jaw, and his precious beard as Falcon stumbles behind him. Spike opens and closes his eyes, trying to blink the blood out of his eyes as he heads towards the mezanine area, the balacony that overlooks the ring. He begins to stumble towards the stairs as Falcon catches up to him. The two of them begin to brawl as they go up step by step, exchanging blows. Spike hits a punch they go up a step, Falcon hits a punch they go up a step, Spike hits a chop they go up a step, Falcon hits an elbow they go up a step, and so on until they reach the top.}Terri Morasco: Oh Vasco, I can’t watch this.
{As they get to the top of the stairs, Falcon sends a shot right to the bloody eyes of Spike and sets up for the Aerial Spike, but as he does so Spike shoves him right into the railing of the balcony that overlooks right above the ring. Falcon breaks the hold and bends backwards almost falling into the ring as he does so. He recovers and charges at Spike, but as he does so Spike pops him up and charges forwards throwing him down with the BLOOD GODS WRATH FROM THE BALCONY TO THE RING!!!!! Falcon lands in the ring with an absolutely sickening thud! Spike leans on the barrier of the balcony looking down breathing heavily, as Falcon lies there, motionless.}Vasco Dias: JESUS HAITCH CHRIST!
Terri Morasco: OH DEAR GOD NO!
{Spike looks around, he looks down at Falcon, and at the referee under his employ checking on him, checking his pulse for crying out loud. Spike looks almost sorry for what he’s done, but it’s just for a split second as a grim look of fire and determination crosses his face. He holds onto the pole and steps up onto the barrier itself, looking down at Falcon, the referee looks up at Spike, shaking his head, almost begging him not to do it.}Terri Morasco: NO SPIKE! DON’T DO IT!
Vasco Dias: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO!
{With a deep breath, Spike leaps off the balcony and plummets down onto Falcon with the BURNING STAR! Landing with a huge crash, an audible oomph sound comes from both men, but once Spike lands, neither moves. The referee slides in quickly, to make the count….ONE! …..TWO! ….THREE!!!! The XwF referee calls for the bell, and it rings before the referee furiosuly motions to the back as an ambulance that was placed on standby begins to reverse down to the ringside. The footage stalls for a second on the image of Spike and Falcon laying almost lifeless in the ring, as Spike raises his arm ever so slightly in victory, before the feed cuts back to New Orleans and the shocked faces of Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco.}FIVE MINUTE "BEAT THE CLOCK" SUBMISSION CHALLENGEThe competitors have five minutes to win by submission only. If neither competitor is able to "beat the clock", the contest will be officially declared a draw.
Fiona McFly vs Pandora Freeman
“We all recognize that ….I’m ...the problem here..”
{ The lights dim, Even as the Intro to the song helps to light up UV, glowsticks, people waving and bouncing before the beat drops and out slams Pandora, lit up like a christmas tree by UV, as lit slowly bleed back to the area Pandora dances down to the ring, easily gracing movements as she hops up the apron and climbs in before gripping the top rope and arching back down to touch the ring mat with her head and leaves her feet on the ground making quite the arch as she rises up slowly still bouncing to the music as she encourages the crowd to move with her. }Terri Morasco: Here we go! It's time to play "Beat The Clock"--whoever scores a submission within five minutes wins!
Vasco Dias: It's like the overtime period of a basketball game...except both parties suck royally!
Terri Morasco: *sigh*
{ The lights go out, and we see a combination of eerie green lighting and fog fill the entire arena. Suddenly, a dancer, clad in green, walks onto the stage and performs a tap dance routine to an original Celtic piece, stopping to look at herself in front of a giant mirror--which projects an image of a very young Fiona McFly, aged seven, standing in front of a proud Royal Navy sailor as the first excerpt from the final tweet given by famed actor Leonard Nimoy is shown on the big screen above. }"A life is like a garden..."
{ As the music increases in intensity, a second dancer, sporting a silver uniform, performs a slightly longer version of the same tap dance routine until stopping to look at the mirror--which then projects Fiona as a preteen, posing with her first go-kart racing trophy she'd won in the summer of 1994 at the age of 12. The second excerpt from the "Star Trek" legend's tweet is shown as the photo in the mirror fades into nothingness... }"Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved..."
{ A third dancer, wearing a gold uniform, walks onto the stage to join the other two in a frenzied "Lord of the Dance"-style routine as the music reaches its crescendo. At this point, all three dancers stop to look at the mirror once again--this time, it projects an image of Fiona sporting blonde hair, wearing her old University of Wisconsin, followed by a photo of her beating up on Ana Valentine, her first IWF opponent, as the final except for Nimoy's tweet is displayed. }"...except in memory."
{ As the dancers begin their final tap dance, the four different photographs, all black-and-white, fade in and out as the tune reaches its climax before coming to a stop. The trip walks over to the end of the stage to grab a giant mallet; as a group, they carry the object over and, with all their combined strength, aim it directly at the glass, which shatters into pieces. At this moment, the Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up to Boston" begins to play as Fiona McFly, with a gold-hued whip in hand, leaps through the busted mirror, prompting pyrotechnics to go off as a shower of confetti rains down from the ceiling. With the dancers tapping to her entrance theme, Fiona smiles lovingly before joining the dancers for a routine of her own before walking down to the ring, hugging fans along the way as the lights come back on. Before stepping into the ring, Fiona gives the whip to a lucky soul as a souvenir. }Vasco Dias: I tell ya what...that was MORE than five minutes.
Terri Morasco: Yeah but ya gotta admit, it's a cool entrance.
[DING!]
{Pan and Fi circle each other with very little pre amble locking up and Fi pushes Pan back to the ropes a little as the Blue haired Ravess gets ground down slowly into a headlock , Pan drops to roll Fiona behind her, Fi rises to her feet and charges for Pan who sprawls out against attempted take down to spin and try and take Fiona's Back, Fiona rolls the other way and the two gain a little distance before Pan attempts to snag and arm, and Fiona Ends Up rolling behind Pan before Pan spins herself slowly out of the Hammer lock.}Terri Morasco: Classic wrestling to start off here!
Vasco Dias: More like a game of tag between a hot chick and a she-male.
Terri Morasco: Don't start!
{Pan attempts another takedown but Fiona is quick to pull Guard in the blue haired woman, the light of the two women, Pandora hops herself up a bit to try and wriggle out, trying to move to Side control but her momentum gets pushed up by a single foot on her hi as Fiona swivels her hips it land Pandora in armbar! Pandora arm -almost- gets to full extension but she links her hands up and turns against the knee rolling Fiona up onto her shoulders as they fight for positioning.}Terri Morasco: They're trying to match each other move for move...
{ As an on-screen graphic shows the Superdome’s scoreboard clock ticking down, Fiona, on her shoulders, continues to jockeying to find just the right spot to where she can feel most comfy. She kicks her legs out, allowing her to form a bridge and escape the hold, prompting a Mexican stand-off. Pan charges forward, only for Fiona to send her flying head over heels with a monkey flip; Freeman manages to pull herself back up and runs toward her opponent once more--only for Fifi to grab Pan’s left arm and take her down to the deck with an armdrag, transitioning the maneuver into an basic, yet effective, armbar. }Vasco Dias: Tick-tock, tick-tock...
Terri Morasco: I like the idea--have Fiona milk the clock a little.
{ Indeed, Fiona has a clear objective--to keep Pandora on the canvas--and she does so, holding onto the armbar and positioning herself firmly against her. Pan uses her legs to try and squiggle her way out of the hold, only to have Fiona push her back down to the mat, still holding onto the arm and shoulder. Pan takes a moment hands clasped as she outright abuses her own natural flexibility bridging herself up on her neck with a small cry , breaking out into a smile into Fi’s face before rolling to the right and slipping out to drop a short elbow on the back of Fi’s Knee not once, but twice}Vasco Dias: Boooooooo-ring...
{Pan doesn’t let Fi up, locking on her head to pull her up and snap a quick headlock takeover, grinding down on the woman, a check check up at the time from the Raver gives Fiona all the space she needs to pull back down with the basic head scissors reversal, Pan flops about like a fish for a few seconds, before rolling around to handstand herself up for… a good couple of seconds, taking a moment to swing back into a leg lock pretty much using Fiona's grapevined legs against herself} Terri Morasco: This is definitely a tech-savvy affair between BOTH these ladies.
Vasco Dias: Yeah but that scoreboard's tickin' faster than a Drew Brees pass!
{When it becomes clear Fiona won’t quit from the move Pondora slowly starts to let up to grip an
ankle, as fiona kicks Pan away and pushes herself up as Pandora rushes in Fiona slides to the one side to side swipe an Attempt at the ‘Tank Girl’ , pulling Pandora around to wrap arms about Pandora’s head Pan pushes Fiona away ,even as the clock reaches the last 40 seconds sweeping Fi’s legs to spin over for the Cloverleaf , Fiona pushes herself up through Pan’s legs to wheel barrow up and through into a VICIOUS Diamond Cutter!}Terri Morasco: And here comes the Chelsea Clutch with less than thirty seconds left!
Vasco Dias: Ahhh...here we go! HERE WE GO!!!
{Fiona rolls over as we enter into 15 seconds.. Pandora fights and fights and struggles as Fiona pulls had on the RAver, that flexibility now working against the raver about bending the girl back over on herself, which ironically causes Fiona to almost lose grip on the hold The final 10 second Pandora is bent backwards, Fiona on herkess Pan raised up The Irish woman screaming at The Raver to Tap under the Cotha clutch pan is seen to close her eyes a hand in the air..}Terri Morasco: Can Pandora hold on? Eleven seconds left, now ten!
Vasco Dias: (singing off-key) "It's the final countdoooooown....the final countdooooown..."
Terri Morasco: WILL YOU STOP!?!
{ The Superdome clock ticks down as Fiona holds onto the Clutch with all her might! }0:10…
0:09…
0:08…
0:07…
{ Pan screams bloody murder, trying to fight the predicament with everything she can muster! }0:03...
0:02...
0:01...
*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!*
{ The clock strikes triple zeroes as Pan taps--a split millisecond after the buzzer--and the zebra calls for the draw. Fiona lets go of the hold and perks up both brows in protest as a mix of “we want more” and “bullshit” chants can be heard from the New Orleans crowd. On the deck, Pandora Freeman...is seen smiling, taking a great sense of pleasure from all the pain she had just went through. }Terri Morasco: I don't like this at all...I don't think Pan should be SMILING at Fiona!
Vasco Dias: Give her credit, she held on for dear life.
{Pan slowly starts to slide up to her feet as she gives fiona a sly wink and stumbles backwards out the ring, still smiling as she walks to the back}Terri Morasco: For what it was, this was quite a good wrestling match...
Vasco Dias: Glad it wasn't a Harry Potter novel!
Terri Morasco: Will ya ever get SERIOUS!?!
SINGLES MATCHSteve Awesome vs Mike Laszlo
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
{Before Alison can continue, the Union of Jobbers start marching down to the ring with various signs, protesting the match that’s about to happen. They start waving their arms in the air as the enter the ring and Gable Arcade takes the microphone from the young woman.}Gable Arcade: This is ridiculous! How the hell can you people cheer either of these men after what they’ve done to us!
{He hands the microphone to Thunder Sid.}Thunder Sid: On a weekly basis, we, the Union of Jobbers, are ridiculed and beaten within inches of our lives to appease you sick people.
{The crowd cheers as Thunder Sid looks around before Gibberg takes the microphone from him.}Gibberg: AND WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE! WE’RE SITTING HERE UNTIL THIS MATCH IS CANCELLED!
{Gibberg hands the mic to Solomon Khan.}Solomon Khan: ARRRRRRRGH!
{All the lights in the arena die out and the fans in attendance start chanting
his name.
"AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME!"
Dramatic Pause.
"REGRETS I'VE HAD MINE!"
The lights in the arena explode to life as they flash green and black to the beat as Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones.
Lonely nights/ and a whole lot of wasted time!
If you see her wont you tell her for me/
It's better this way to avoid all the misery
The chorus plays again as Steve walks down to the ring. The guitar starts soloing and Steve hops into the ring and he provocatively slips off his jacket and then spins and drops into a kneel and he flexes his arms. He gets a slow motion effect as pyro sprays behind him.}Terri Morasco: Looks like Steve Awesome has heard enough as he and Mandi come to the ring.
Vasco Dias: The Union has every right to protest this match after the way they’ve been treated.
{Steve walks over and grabs the microphone from Solomon.}Steve Awesome: Really guys? Really? This is what you want to do? You want to stop these fine people from seeing one of the most competitive matches they’ve ever seen?
{The Union all start yelling at Steve and agreeing with their protest. Before Steve can say anything however, "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system, Mike Laszlo walking out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to an abundance of cheers from the crowd. Surveying those who cheer, a grin comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a confident walk, Alexis by his side holding his other hand.
The two get to the end of the ramp before Mike lifts Alexis onto the apron. She enters the ring as Mike rolls in under the bottom rope. He climbs the outside ropes to the top rope in the corner nearest the entrance ramp and poses for the crowd amassing a magnitude of cheers. He jumps down and stands next to Steve, requesting the microphone to which Steve obliges.}Mike Laszlo: Listen up you pathetic pieces of crap. You can hold your stupid signs, and you can hold this little protest, but the only thing that’s going to do is piss off everyone in attendance...including the four of us standing here. So how about you do yourselves a favor and get the hell out of the ring before we escort you out in a violent manner.
{The Union throw out their objections, but it is truly to no use as Mike and Steve just shrug their shoulders and fire off duel Superkicks into the faces of Gibberg and Gable! Alexis and Mandy start beating on Thunder Sid to the entertainment of the crowd before holding hands and double clotheslining him out of the ring, hitting his face on the apron and falling back into the barricade. Mike and Steve look at Solomon who raises his arms and screams at the top of his lungs before the two start hammering away on the giant as Mandi and Alexis look under the apron of the ring and slide two chairs into the ring.}Terri Morasco: This doesn’t look good for Solomon!
Vasco Dias: His big butt should have left while the others were getting beat up.
{Mike and Steve reach up and rake the eyes of the giant, blinding him temporarily before stepping behind him and stomping on his knee, buckling the big man, dropping him to his knees. The two of them pick up the chairs and nod at one another before hitting the big man with a ConChairTo!}Terri Morasco: I think they killed him.
Vasco Dias: We can’t be that lucky.
{The big man collapses forward and the other Union members pull him from the ring, yelling and screaming at Mike and Steve who throw the chairs over the top rope as referees come out and escort the group away from the ring. Steve picks up the microphone and hands it back to Alison.}Alison Valance: As I was saying, this match is scheduled for one fall.
{She points to Steve.}Alison Valance: From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 238 pounds, he is the Face of the Franchise...STEVE...AWEEEEESOME!
{Steve poses for the crowd who cheer him on. Ally then points to Mike.}Alison Valance: And in this corner, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 237 pounds...MIKE...LASSSSSZLOOOO!!
{Mike poses and elicits cheers.}Vasco Dias: They’re clearly cheering for these two because they got that group of idiots out of the ring.
Terri Morasco: I think it’s a little more than that.
{The two wives step out of the ring and take their places at ringside, the bell ringing and the two men stepping to the center of the ring, shaking hands as a sign of respect, before circling the ring, eyes never leaving one another before locking up with Steve quickly going behind Mike with a Hammerlock. Mike though is able to reverse into a Hammerlock of his own, transitioning into a Headlock before taking Steve down to the mat. Steve though is able to counter, swinging his legs up and locking them around Mike’s neck. Mike is able to get out of it and both men stand to their feet, garnering cheers from the crowd.}Terri Morasco: Looks like a stalemate off rip.
Vasco Dias: As much as I hate to admit it...these two are pretty evenly matched. It’s a mystery how they’ve never truly fought before now.
{The two lock up again, this time it’s Mike going behind Steve with a waistlock. Steve counters the supposed Suplex attempt, driving his rear into the gut of Mike, breaking his grip, allowing Steve to run to the ropes, looking for a Clothesline, but Mike ducks and runs to the ropes himself as Steve keeps running and the two leap into the air, driving the wind out of each other with a simultaneous Crossbody, neither man giving an inch to the other.}Terri Morasco: Neither man’s body gave on that collision.
Vasco Dias: Having the wind driven out of you like that surely isn’t fun, I can tell you.
{Both men catching their breath, hold their midsections while pulling themselves up with the ropes...another set of applause as another stalemate has occurred.}Terri Morasco: The crowd likes what they’re seeing.
Vasco Dias: They’re sheep...they like whatever they’re told to like.
{The two come to the center of the ring and lock up again, this time a collar and elbow tie up with neither man truly gaining an advantage, both dropping to their knees before falling to their stomachs and doing whatever they can to get the advantage. They manage to get back to their feet after some rolling around, all while still locked up, neither man willing to give in before Mike falls back a bit, pulling Steve off balance while tripping him with a Drop Toe Hold. Steve slaps the mat as Mike pops up with a smile, pointing to his head, symbolizing the advantage gained.}Vasco Dias: Nice move, way to use gravity.
Terri Morasco: I don’t know how one of these men is going to get the upper hand here.
{A chant breaks out…
LET’S GO STEVE!
LET’S GO MIKE!
LET’S GO STEVE!
LET’S GO MIKE!}Terri Morasco: The crowd is certainly split here…
Vasco Dias: Sheep Terri...sheep…
{The two lock up again and Mike is quick to plant a knee into the gut of Steve, switching into the waistlock he had earlier, clubbing Steve in the back a couple of times before pulling him over with a German Suplex!}Vasco Dias: Finally, something exciting.
Terri Morasco: These two are well capable of putting on a show.
{Mike pops up and leans into the corner for a moment, twirling his wrists as he normally would before a match while Steve started to pull himself up. Mike charges in, driving his shoulder into the midsection of Steve! He does it twice more as Steve doubles over in pain as Mike walks a circle back to the center of the ring before charging Steve, looking for a Running Knee in the corner!}Terri Morasco: LOOK OUT!
{Steve seems to notice and dives out of the way, Mike’s knee crashing into the turnbuckle, perhaps jarring it a bit as he hobbles around trying to shake out the pain.}Vasco Dias: Remember, that knee was surgically repaired last year.
Terri Morasco: That it was, and they say it takes a whole year to really get over things of that nature.
{With Mike gingerly walking around the ropes, Steve runs to the far side and charges back, Clotheslining Mike up and over to the floor, again landing hard on the leg.}Terri Morasco: Things aren’t looking good for Mike here!
Vasco Dias: Maybe he’ll tear his leg off.
{Steve leaves the ring and grabs Mike by the head, slamming him face-first into the barricade at ringside. Mike stumbles away, almost hopping due to the pain in his knee. Steve grabs him by the arm and goes to whip him into the steps at ringside, but Mike fights through the pain and turns it on Steve, sending him right shoulder first into the stairs, falling with the momentum as Steve hits hard, now clutching at his shoulder.}Terri Morasco: And now it’s Steve’s old injury catching up to him!
Vasco Dias: This also gives Mike a chance to rest.
{Steve rolls, clutching at his shoulder, a look of pain in his eyes as Mike pulls himself up with the ring skirt. He shakes off the leg, even stomping on the ground to alleviate some pain. He looks up and sees the referee counting now at five. Not wanting the results of a few weeks ago, he rolls into the ring and rolls right back out, sensing a moment to really capitalize.}Terri Morasco: I wonder what’s going through that man’s head.
Vasco Dias: Well it sure isn’t rainbows and unicorns.
{Mike rolls Steve into the ring and slides in himself, grabbing hold of the bad arm and driving his shoulder into Steve’s as Steve cringes in pain.}Terri Morasco: Mike’s found a body part as Steve did earlier, and both are more than capable of exploiting it.
Vasco Dias: This is what wrestling is. Find a weakness, exploit it, win at all cost.
{Mike rings the arm and jerks it out of place before pulling Steve in and dropping with a Single Arm DDT. Steve writhes again as Mike seems to have hit the adrenaline button, forcing out all pain as he rolls back to his feet with a smirk. He goes over and stomps away at Steve’s arm before reaching down and grabbing him by the bad arm to pull him to his feet, but before he can execute any sort of move, Steve sends a stiff kick to his knee causing him to grit his teeth in pain, spinning away for a moment before Steve kicks him again, walking toward Mike, trying to shake the pain out of his shoulder. He then grabs Mike with his good arm and whips him into the far side, Mike’s spine colliding with the turnbuckle. Steve charges in, looking for the Stinger Splash in the corner, but Mike is able to dodge, and Steve hits face-first into the ringpost!}Vasco Dias: Trying to show off with that leaping ability.
Terri Morasco: He hit face-first into the post though!
{Steve stumbles out of the corner and Mike takes him down to the mat with a Urinage Slam, locking the bad arm of Steve in the ANACONDA VICE!
Steve squirms in pain as the referee is in the perfect position.}Vasco Dias: He may tear his shoulder out with this move.
Terri Morasco: And he’s got it locked in good and tight!
{Steve squirms and wriggles and pretty much does whatever he can and just as it seems to be too much pain, he lunges his foot out and crosses it over the bottom rope. The referee counts to four before Mike releases the hold!}Vasco Dias: He used every second.
Terri Morasco: He said at all costs Vasco!
{Mike looks down at Steve and shakes his head. He grabs hold of Steve and pulls him up, looking for what looks to be Malicious Intent, but as he tries to turn toward the center of the ring, he’s forced to let go of Steve as his knee just can’t seem to hold the weight.}Vasco Dias: That knee is giving him trouble.
Terri Morasco: If he can’t hit Malicious Intent...this might be over.
{Steve lands on his feet and hits Mike as he’s turning with a JAWBREAKER SUPERKICK!}Vasco Dias: That’s the move that almost killed Rob Diamond!
Terri Morasco: Yeah...sure.
{Mike collapses in the center of the ring and Steve falls on top, hooking one of Mike’s legs…
ONE
TWO
TH...NO! MIKE KICKS OUT!
Steve sits up and can’t believe it...he hit him square in the jaw. He turns toward Mike as the crowd starts chanting…”This is AWESOME!”
Steve gets up, shaking his head…}Steve Awesome: No...I’M AWESOME!
{The crowd applauds. With Mike out in the center of the ring, Steve climbs to the top rope. He glances over his shoulder with a smile before holding his arms out for the crowd who cheer before executing a picture perfect MOONSAULT!
MIKE GOT THE KNEES UP!
Steve stumbles backward as Mike is to his feet, pulling Steve to the center of the ring before hooking both arms and lifting him in the air, dropping him across his good knee with the “Welcome to the CLE!” Double Underhook Backbreaker!
Steve rolls off and Mike goes for the cover…
ONE
TWO
THRE….NO!}Vasco Dias: How the hell did he kick out of that!?
Terri Morasco: I don’t know, but this match goes on!
{Mike gets up and pulls Steve to his feet, lifting him up to the top turnbuckle, straddling him in the corner. He grabs him by the head and pulls him forward, the only thing making him horizontal in the air is his feet dangling on the top rope. Mike cups his face in his arm and runs forward, pulling Steve off the ropes and into a HUGE Cutter!}Terri Morasco: He could have broken his neck!
Vasco Dias: Again...the luck just isn’t there.
{Mike shoots the half and goes for the cover…
ONE
TWOOO
THRE...WHAT THE HELL!?
SOMEHOW STEVE KICKED OUT!}Vasco Dias: I don’t believe it.
Terri Morasco: What do either of these men have to do to one another!?
{Another “THIS IS AWESOME!!!” chant breaks out as Mike looks down at Steve is disbelief as usually it’s him with the resiliency that is unmatched. He looks at Alexis and then back at Steve. He stands to his feet and waits for the Awesome one to somehow stand. He wrenches back and forth on the ropes before charging in and twirling around Steve, looking to lock in the “Entanglement” (Black Widow).
He can’t seem to get it fully locked in though! Steve reverses! He spins Laszlo back to his feet, spinning him around...WHAM! SUPERKICK!
This time though, Mike is only dazed while still standing. Steve runs forward with a Running Elbow, and then a second. He then lifts Mike up and slams him in the center of the ring before running off and coming back with a quick elbow to the chest before popping back up, running to the other side and hitting a Senton Splash across the sternum. He then runs to the ropes again and struts forward before planting an elbow right into Mike’s heart, but rather than posing like normal, hooks a leg, showing how competitive this match truly is…
ONE
TWO
NOOOOO!
The crowd echoes “TWOOOOOOOOO” as Steve pulls his hair back out of his face.}Terri Morasco: Now it’s Mike showing the resiliency!
Vasco Dias: This is entertaining, I will say that.
{Steve stands up and signals for the end. He pulls Mike up and lifts him on his shoulders, looking for the Steve-KO (TKO). He spins Mike off, but Mike lands on his feet! He fires off a kick to Steve’s midsection before running to the ropes and planting his good knee into the side of Steve’s head.}Terri Morasco: The Shot of Malice!
{Steve stumbles into the ropes and bounces back into the waiting arms of Mike who lifts him on his shoulders and swings him down as quickly as possible, lifting his bad knee into Steve’s face!}Terri Morasco: MALICIOUS INTENT!
{Steve falls straight back in the center of the ring as Mike falls back in pain. He rolls on top of Steve for the cover…
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
The referee signals for the bell as “Cult of Personality” begins to play as the wives come in to assist their men.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...MIKE...LASZLOOOOO!!!
{The crowd continues to cheer as Alexis helps Mike to his feet and Mandi tends to Steve near the bottom rope. The referee raises Mike’s hand in victory as the crowd cheer. He and Alexis celebrate the win before we build to the next part of the show.}IWF SHIELDMAIDEN Coffin MatchGabriela Luna vs Eternity (c)
Alison Valance: The following contest is a Coffin Match, and it is to determine the IWF Shieldmaiden! The only way to win this match is for one participant to put the other in the coffin and nail the lid shut!
Terri Morasco: This is giving me chills, Vasco…
Vasco Dias: I can’t lie, it’s weirding me out a little too.
{The relentless opening chords of "Vortex" by Los Savants crash out as Gabriela Luna dashes out onto the stage, throwing her fist into the air to the cheers of the crowd. She shouts at the crowd, beckoning them on with her hands, and grins widely at them before turning and charging down the ramp. Gabriela leaps and slides feet-first under the bottom rope, rolling to a crouch with a grin on her face.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, from Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, weighing in at 105 pounds, Gabriela Luna!
Terri Morasco: Gabriela’s been putting up a brave front over the last week, but you have to think even she’s going to be feeling it coming into this match a little.
Vasco Dias: She’s got more guts than brains, and in this kind of match that actually might be an advantage. We’ll see how the Burning Marvel of Flight stands up to her biggest test on her biggest stage.
{She stands, walking to the middle of the ring, and paces back and forth in the center for a moment before dropping back to a knee and pounding her fist into the mat as pyro erupts from the ringposts. She leaps back up to her feet, popping her hood back with a shout, and runs over to the nearest corner, hopping onto the second turnbuckle and further beckoning the crowd on before dropping down into a crouch and waiting for the match to start.}Alison Valance: And her opponent…
{The lights go down, and a flute begins playing over the PA as a spotlight shines on the stage. A quartet of suit-wearing pallbearers wearing skull masks walk out from the back, rolling an old-style coffin between them on a wheeled trolley. They march slowly towards the ring, not paying attention to the crowd, and leave the coffin next to the ring. They file towards the back, and as the last one passes behind the curtain, the music cuts out, an eerie murmur filling the arena. Gabriela watches the coffin, stalking back and forth cautiously.}Terri Morasco: Well, there’s the coffin, but where’s the Shieldmaiden?
Vasco Dias: She’s got to be around here somewhere…
{Gabriela shouts at the coffin in Spanish, leaning over the ropes as she does so. She takes a deep breath to keep shouting, but as the first syllable leaves her lips the lid of the coffin slides off, landing face-first on the floor next to it. The camera moves to show Eternity within the scarlet-lined casket, laying with her arms crossed over the Shieldmaiden. Gabriela takes a few steps back, shaking her head, and Eternity pulls herself up, looking over at Gabriela with her head cocked as “No Color” begins to play.}Alison Valance: From the Other Side, weighing in at 137 pounds, Eternity!
Terri Morasco: Well, that answers our question! There she is!
Vasco Dias: JESUS! Get back in there!
{Eternity rolls under the bottom rope, Gabriela staggering back as she does. Eternity rolls to her feet, grinning dementedly, and hands off the title to the referee, refusing to break her gaze from Gabriela. Gabriela takes a deep breath, nodding, and shrugs off her hoodie, tossing it to the outside and closing with Eternity. The two women come face-to-face, Gabriela mouthing off at a mile a minute in Spanish and Eternity just laughing at her. Neither woman seems to be backing down.}Terri Morasco: Both of these women are ready to go, and things are about to get difficult in the Big Easy!
{The bell rings, and immediately Gabriela delivers a sharp uppercut into the jaw of Eternity! Eternity staggers back, responding with a clubbing forearm shot, and the two women begin to trade strikes in the middle of the ring! The crowd cheers wildly as they trade shots back and forth, Eternity getting the upper hand off of a European uppercut, and Gabriela staggers a bit only to be grabbed and Irish whipped into the ropes. She gathers her wits, however, and turns the whip into a handspring, coming back with a roundhouse kick that catches Eternity flush on the temple! Eternity drops, rolling to the outside, where she staggers back into the coffin’s edge, pushing it back from the ring…AND GABRIELA FLIES STRAIGHT INTO HER WITH THE ARROW OF ARTEMIS, SENDING BOTH WOMEN CRASHING INTO THE COFFIN! The coffin spills from its perch as both women lie on the floor, the crowd cheering wildly for the aerial display.}Terri Morasco: WOW! Right out of the gate we have high-impact offense from Gabriela Luna, taking out Eternity with that trademark suicide dive she calls the Arrow of Artemis!
Vasco Dias: Gabriela’s best hope to win this match is going to come in the early game here. She needs to get Eternity off balance and keep her there if she wants to take this home.
{Gabriela gets to her feet unsteadily, grabbing Eternity and smashing her face off of the barricade. Eternity’s head bounces back, and she smiles at Gabriela, whose momentary hesitation is all Eternity needs to grab a handful of Gabriela’s hair and return the face-smashing favor. Gabriela’s face bounces off the barricade, and she clutches her mouth. Eternity grabs Gabriela by the seat of her pants and the scruff of her neck, hurling her into the steel steps. Gabriela somersaults midair, landing flush against the steps on her upper back, and drops to the ringside mat, clutching her neck. Eternity reaches down, grunting as she hauls up the coffin, and drags it towards the ring, leaning it up on the apron. She turns, laying in a stiff boot to Gabriela, and shakes her head, a sad smile on her face.}Terri Morasco: Gabriela may be tough, but as we saw in the Dragon’s Den last month, few women are as vicious, as hardcore as Eternity, and she proved it when she hurled Gabriela into those steel steps.
Vasco Dias: It’s hard to argue with a nine-inch height advantage, and that’s what Eternity can bring to bear. Gabriela’s fighting the dragon of the Diamonds Division here, Terri, and she’s going to have to be careful not to get burned.
{Eternity grabs the crumpled form of Gabriela, slinging her across her shoulders and drilling her with a brutal ETERNAL REST! Gabriela’s head snaps back as she lands on her knees, knocked insensate by the brutal Go To Sleep variant as her eyes roll back in her head. Eternity lets her sit there as she walks to the corner, reaching for the bottom turnbuckle bolt, and begins unscrewing it with her bare hands. After a few moments, she unhooks the bolt, pulling it free as the bottom buckle drops, bringing the rope with it. She stalks Gabriela, twirling the bolt in her hands with a sick smile on her face.}Terri Morasco: Oh God no! She’s going to split her skull open with that turnbuckle bolt! Eternity, goddamnit, don’t do that!
Vasco Dias: It’s gonna be a closed-casket event for sure if she connects here!
{Gabriela rises slowly, and as she does Eternity swings for the fences with the bolt. Gabriela manages to duck under the strike, and the shot rebounds off of the steps, a loud metal clang echoing through the Superdome. As Eternity spins to reposition herself, however, Gabriela manages to land a spinning heel kick to the gut, followed by a snap upkick. Gabriela rears back for a big punch, but Eternity catches it, grabbing her other hand and spinning her arms around into a standing straitjacket before dropping her with the Whiplash cross-arm neckbreaker! Eternity hangs on, dragging Gabriela to her feet and hurling her into the ring before grabbing the bottom edge of the coffin and slinging it into the ring!}Terri Morasco: Gabriela avoided disaster with that turnbuckle bolt, but Eternity’s right back on the offensive, working over that neck that she hurt with that throw into the steps.
Vasco Dias: It’s becoming methodical, almost predatory, and that can only advantage Eternity.
{Eternity hauls Gabriela to her feet, laying in another big clubbing strike before throwing Gabriela into the corner. She hammers away with a few strikes before grabbing Gabriela’s arm, twisting it into a wrench. Eternity carefully backs herself into the corner, keeping hold of the arm, and climbs to the top rope, walking the ropes before leaping off for the BURNING ANGEL! NO! Gabriela reverses it into an arm drag! Eternity rolls with the momentum, hitting what remains of the ropes and going for a big clothesline, only for Gabriela to turn it into a drop toe hold into the edge of the coffin! Eternity hits hard, propping herself up with her elbows, and Gabriela rolls up, measuring quickly before charging in and nailing a knee strike that sandwiches Eternity’s head between her knee and the coffin’s side! A cracking noise can be heard, and the crowd lets out a loud “OOH!” as the strike connects!}Terri Morasco: Eternity just had her skull compressed by that knee shot! What a move!
Vasco Dias: Make something of it, why won’t you?! MAKE SOMETHING OF IT!
{Gabriela rolls out to the floor, taking a few moments to recuperate from the beating she’s received, and grabs the coffin lid, eyeing it up. She hurls it into the ring and walks towards the timekeeper, calling for something to be handed to her: a hammer and a jar of nails. She staggers back to the ring, rolling inside, and gets to her feet, stalking towards Eternity. She sets the two items down, grabbing Eternity’s dead weight and heaving it into the coffin. Gabriela manages to get her settled inside and turns back, grabbing the coffin lid. She faces Eternity again, glaring at her, and drives the edge of the coffin into Eternity’s gut, causing her to double up before smashing her flat again with the lid. Gabriela places the lid on the coffin, taking a deep breath as the crowd roars.}Terri Morasco: If this were a traditional casket match, Gabriela would have won by now, but you need to nail the coffin shut. Can she do it?
Vasco Dias: Not if she keeps wasting time like this. I never thought I’d say this to her, but SPEED UP!
{Gabriela grabs the nails and the hammer, fumbling with them. She pulls a nail out, measuring it, and hammering it in. As she moves to the other side to hammer it closed as well, however, a thump comes from beneath the coffin lid. Gabriela shakes her head, trying to place the nail in her hand, but it goes flying with another thump. Gabriela fishes for another one, but on the third thump the coffin lid comes flying off again, and Eternity sits up out of the casket, eyes wild with excitement and fury.}Terri Morasco: HOLY HANNAH! Eternity just punched that nail clean out of the coffin!
Vasco Dias: She’s not human. She’s not. Human.
{Gabriela struggles to her feet, setting the nails down and twirling the hammer in her hand. Eternity gets to her feet slowly, pulling herself out of the coffin, and much as had happened earlier with the buckle bolt, Gabriela swings downward in a vicious arc at her! However, Eternity catches her wrists, forcing them back with a grunt. Eternity grabs one of Gabriela’s fingers, wrenching hard, and the Mexican woman drops the hammer, letting out a howl of agony. Eternity grabs another finger on that hand, smiling wickedly at the crowd, and she yanks up before pulling down, snapping the fingers apart!}Terri Morasco: OHH! What a nasty snap of the fingers from Eternity! Gabriela’s going to be lucky to have use of that hand!
Vasco Dias: It’s brilliant. If Gabriela can’t use her hands, she can’t nail the lid closed. Well thought-out from Eternity.
{Gabriela clutches her hand, staggering to the apron, and grabs the top rope with her good hand to haul herself up to her feet. Eternity closes in, but Gabriela leaps up, connecting with a roundhouse kick! She manages to stay standing and measures Eternity, signaling for the Heels over Head! She springs in off the top rope, somersaulting in and onto Eternity…but Eternity holds on! Gabriela struggles for the hurricanrana, desperately trying to pull the move through, but Eternity uses her might, pushing her down and into position to connect with the SOLE BENEFICIARY on the coffin lid! Eternity rolls over, breathing heavily, and looks at Gabriela’s prone form with a smile.}Terri Morasco: High-risk, high cost! Gabriela just got planted into that unforgiving coffin lid by Eternity, and now Sister Sorrow is in the driver’s seat once more.
Vasco Dias: God, that looked like it could rearrange your nose something fierce.
{Eternity picks up Gabriela’s body, ragdolling in Eternity’s arms, and walks over to the coffin. She drops her into the coffin, turning back to grab the lid, and places it on the casket. She grabs her own nail and the hammer, balancing the nail on the edge of the coffin. Before she can drive it in, though, Gabriela throws herself into the edge of the coffin lid to push it off. Eternity catches the lid as it flies and wields it in her hands, grinning wickedly. Gabriela doubles up her legs, though, and pushes back on the lid, struggling. Eternity tries to bear down on her with all her weight, but Gabriela kicks back a bit, earning a few inches of beautiful space. Eternity regains her footing quickly, though, and moves forward again. Gabriela is ready, though, and plants her hands, kipping up into a dropkick that pushes the coffin lid into Eternity’s face!}Terri Morasco: Gabriela Luna was about to be buried six feet deep by the Shieldmaiden, but she dug deep and found a way to survive!
Vasco Dias: Survival isn’t enough. You need to win, and you need to win now.
{Gabriela manages to find her feet, clutching her neck again as Eternity drops the coffin lid, and delivers another whipping kick to the gut before hooking Eternity in and hauling her up to deliver the AERIAL SPIKE into the coffin! Both women are down, and Gabriela slowly claws her way towards the corner. She hauls herself up by the middle turnbuckle, breathing heavily, and looks back. Beads of sweat roll down her forehead as she stands, climbing up the turnbuckle inch by inch before she finally reaches the top rope. Gabriela looks back, chest heaving with her breath as the crowd gets to their feet, at a fever pitch.}Terri Morasco: Oh God…what is she thinking?! What is she going to do?!
Vasco Dias: Nothing good! Don’t do it! DON’T DO IT!
{Gabriela takes one more deep breath, bellowing out “¡MIRAMEEEEEEEEE!” to the crowd before throwing herself off and sending both women crashing through the coffin with the PHOENIX SPLASH! Both women lay in the shattered wreckage of the coffin, neither one moving a muscle. The official on the outside rushes in, checking on both women, and quickly throws his hands up in an X. He rolls out of the ring, heading over to Alison Valance and speaking to her as EMTs rush towards the ring.}Alison Valance: Alright…ladies and gentlemen, the official assigned to this match has informed me he has determined that neither Eternity nor Gabriela Luna can continue this match, and the coffin has been rendered unable to be sealed. Therefore, it has been ruled a no contest!
{The crowd boos the announcement of the non-finish, but the boos turn into respectful applause for both women. As they’re rolled onto the gurney, Eternity clutches her title to her chest, and Gabriela manages to throw a fist into the air for a brief moment before it flops back to her side. The crowd cheers the display from both women as they’re rolled up the ramp, inches apart and restrained by the EMTs. The women lock eyes as they disappear behind the curtain.}Terri Morasco: What a match…Eternity is still Shieldmaiden, I presume, but neither woman is coming out of this looking like a winner.
Vasco Dias: Agreed. Eternity can’t have been at 100% after Metamorphosis, and Gabriela’s reckless style…this was an absolute wreck. We’re going to need a bit to reassemble the ring here folks, bear with us…Jesus.
IWF DIAMONDS CHAMPIONSHIP Crystal Millar vs Paige Garcia (c) w/ Sara Garcia
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is scheduled for one fall...and is for the IWF DIAMONDS...CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
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I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring cheers of the crowd are deafening. She isn’t alone as her best friend Zelda Knite comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to slap the hands of the roaring crowd. The crowd cheers loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Zelda smiles as she throws up the heart symbol.
Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin.}Alison Valance: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 115 pounds...CRYSTAL...MILLAR!
Terri Morasco: These two know each other so well from their past encounters.
Vasco Dias: This maybe true, but the fact that Paige has been coming out ahead in most of them makes this a little one sided.
Alison Valance: And her opponent…
{“Over You” by Girlicious plays throughout the arena. Seventeen seconds into the song, Paige and Sara come out to a negative reaction as they holds their hand in the air above their heads, their index fingers pointed down at themselves as they do a quick spin around before walking down to the ring, talking themselves up to all of those in attendance and everyone watching at home.}Alison Valance: Accompanied to the ring by her sister Sara, from San Diego, California, weighing 126 pounds…PAIGE Garcia!
{The two sisters jump up on the apron, posing for the crowd, showing off their beauty before each sitting on the middle rope and swinging their legs to the left, pulling the rest of their bodies in as well. They pose again for the crowd who boo as the two talk strategy for the match.}Terri Morasco: She vanquished Fiona McFly and held on in the nick of time to retain her title last month, can she get by another familiar foe in Crystal Millar here tonight?
Vasco Dias: What kind of stupid question is that? Of course she can...she’s the Queen of the Diamonds.
{Paige hands the title over to the referee as it’s held in the air and Sara gets to the ringside area. The two look at one another, and the spunk of Crystal comes out, but it is equaled by Paige as the two jaw-jack in the center of the ring before Paige strikes with a shot to the face, rocking the challenger before backing her into the ropes and shooting her to the opposite side. Paige ducks, looking for some type of move, but Crystal kicks her in the face and takes her down with a Lunging Clothesline. Paige gets up and Crystal takes her right back down with a deep arm drag, locking the arm up as Paige clutches at her bicep.}Terri Morasco: And it looks like the challenger has taken control of this one early on.
Vasco Dias: Nobody cares about what happens in the beginning of a match Terri, it’s all about the ending.
{Paige fights her way up to a vertical base, but Crystal wrenches at the arm before climbing up on the second and then third rope before leaping off and pulling Paige by the arm, down to the mat. Crystal holds out her arms as she turns toward the fans. She then turns after some cheers and charges in, hitting Paige, who is seated in the corner, with a double legged dropkick! She pulls her out of the corner and goes for the quick cover but only gets a two count.}Terri Morasco: Crystal thought she had her.
Vasco Dias: That’s what Crystal gets for thinking...hopefully the arena doesn’t burn down.
{Crystal grabs Paige by the neck and pulls her to a vertical base, but Paige manages to break free and drive a couple knees into the gut of Crystal who doubles over in pain. Paige then grabs her by the head and hits her with not one but two headbutts that seems to stagger the challenger before Paige spins her around and drops to the mat with a Neckbreaker. Paige pops up to her feet and eggs on the fans at ringside who boo her or even shoot a few cat calls her way, causing Sara to start yelling at them on the outside.}Vasco Dias: I told you Terri.
Terri Morasco: It seems the momentum has swung in the champ’s favor.
{Paige grabs Crystal by the hair and lifts her up for a Vertical Suplex, rolling the hips and getting back to a vertical base, only to hit a second Suplex, repeating the process for a third time. After the third Suplex, she floats over, only to garner a two count. She looks at the referee with a glare, screaming something at him.}Terri Morasco: It’s going to take more than some Suplexes to put away Crystal.
Vasco Dias: I’m sure that can be arranged.
{Paige grabs Crystal by the hair and lifts her up onto her shoulders...seemingly looking to end this with the “All About Me” (Rack Attack). Crystal though is able to escape, sliding down the back of the champion, hitting her with some shots to the back of the head, bending Paige over enough to where Crystal is able to get up on her shoulders. She rolls forward into a VICTORY ROLL…
ONE! TWO! THRE…..NOOOOO!!!}Terri Morasco: Crystal almost won the Diamonds Championship out of nowhere!
Vasco Dias: Close only counts in horseshoes woman!
{Crystal turns and just in time as Paige was coming with a “Keep Dreaming” Bicycle Kick, but Crystal ducks and turns on a dime to hit Paige with a FLASHING LIGHTS RIGHT TO THE FACE!
Crystal leaps on the cover…
ONE! TWO! THR….PAIGE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!}Terri Morasco: Another near-fall, and all of the momentum is in the corner of the challenger!
{Crystal grabs hold of the top rope and waits for Paige to get in position, she then leaps up, looking for the Asai DDT into a Backstabber that she calls “That’s a Wrap”, but Paige is able to grab hold of the ropes, sending Crystal crashing and burning on the canvas, hard on the back of her head. Paige then heads toward the corner and catches her breath as Crystal rolls over on her stomach and pushes herself off the canvas. Paige charges in and hits Crystal flush in the face with the “Keep Dreaming” Bicycle Kick!}Vasco Dias: Keep Dreaming!
Terri Morasco: She hit her right in the side of the head...Crystal might need to be checked for a concussion.
{Paige dusts her hands off and grabs hold of Crystal’s legs, intertwining them and grabbing her arms, locking in the Scorpion Crosslock!}Vasco Dias: BOW TO THE QUEEN!
{The hold is locked in, in the center of the ring. Crystal tries to fight it, even screaming out in pain, but eventually has no choice but to give up, nodding her head as the referee asks with both of her hands tied up. The bell rings and Paige releases the hold.}Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner, and STILL IWF DIAMONDS CHAMPION...PAIGE...GARCIAAAAA!!!
{“Over You” starts to play as Sara slides into the ring and grabs the title from the referee, raising her sister’s hand while handing her the Championship. Paige goes to the corner and climbs it to pose for the fans who boo.}Terri Morasco: A hell of a fight put up by Crystal Millar here tonight.
Vasco Dias: True, but in the end, the queen reigns supreme again!
{Paige and Sara celebrate before we cut to the next part of the show.}IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIPNoah Field vs Cable Arcane (c)
{The lights go black and then the arena is suddenly bathed in gold tinted light. A voice over hits the public address system. “The Crown Prince, The Saviour”. Then as the opening riffs of “A Cut Above” queues up the words “Adidas Presents: Noah Field” flash across the screen. A loud explosion goes off as "A Cut Above" queues up. Noah Field steps into the arena with a smirk on his face and Morgan Kennedy at his side, trailed by Noah's hired muscle, Mark Mercer.}Terri Morasco: It is a main event collision between the House of Howlett, as the Crown Prince faces off with the champion, with the Imperial Title on the line.
Vasco Dias: If you looked up big-fight feel in the dictionary, you would find a picture of the promos for this match.
{Together the three of them march to the ring while Noah takes in the boos of the crowd. As they come to ringside Noah pauses, flips his hair back, making sure it's perfection. Then he climbs up on the apron goes to the turnbuckle where he scales it. Noah opens up his gold and green hooded cloak/jacket to show his bare stomach and chest and starts runs his hands down his chest to his abs and mouths the words "perfection" before hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring, leaning against the ropes.}Terri Morasco: Here he comes…
{The lights in the arena dim and strobe red as "Long live the Chief” by Jidenna begins to play. }****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the King, but
Long Live the Chief
For a li' ol' thang lil' boys bang bang
Long Live the Chief
****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the king, but
Long Live the Chief
Now watch pretty mama while I slang my cane
Long Live the Chief
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{ As the song kicks into gear Cable Arcane marches out onto the ramp with the Imperial Championship held high up over his head as the crowd goes into boos. Laura Howlett is close behind him and joins him at his side as Cable stands at the center of the stage with a spot light shining down on him the darkness.}Terri Morasco: 183 days. That’s how long Cable Arcane has been Imperial Champion. That title has become synonymous with the House of Howlett, and with the man who quite rightly calls himself the Best in the World.
Vasco Dias: He’s earned that title, and he’s earned that nickname. He has earned everything, stopping every challenge in his path, but tonight…tonight, one-on-one, he faces the man who made the Invictus Championship his own.
{Finally Cable drops the belt over his shoulder and starts to make his way down the ramp with a determined look on his face, completely ignoring the crowd, Laura marches besides him. As he reaches the steps he climbs up, taking his time before climbing into the ring one leg at a time, taking the belt off his shoulder and throwing it up over his head, Laura applauds him from the outside.} Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a sixty-minute time limit, and it is your main event of the evening for the IWF Imperial Championship!
{The crowd cheers for the announcement, buzzing in anticipation.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, the challenger…being accompanied by Morgan Kennedy and Mark Mercer, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 224 pounds, he is the Crown Jewel of the House of Howlett…NOAH FIELD!
{The crowd boos heartily for Noah, who merely smirks at the reaction.}Alison Valance: And his opponent…being accompanied by Laura Howlett, from Hartford, Connecticut, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the reigning and defending IWF Imperial Champion…CABLE! ARRRRRCAAAAAANE!
{A mixed reaction for Cable, who seems content to merely bore a hole through Noah with his eyes. Laura applauds on the floor, nodding insistently as Cable reluctantly surrenders his title to be displayed. The referee shows it to Noah before raising it high above his head, to the cheers of the crowd. He walks over to the timekeeper, handing him the belt, and checks both men for weapons before turning to signal for the bell.}Terri Morasco: AND HERE WE GO!
{The bell rings, and both men circle each other cautiously, sizing each other up. Cable throws a quick leg kick that Noah scoots back from, and Noah responds with a quick, flicking jab. Cable sidesteps it, and both men draw close to each other, eye to eye. Noah smirks, reaching out and patting Cable on the cheek dismissively. He looks to back up, but Cable’s eyes light up, and he snarls, lunging forward and cracking Noah on the bridge of the nose with a vicious headbutt! Cable bulls Noah into the corner, hammering away on him with vicious rights and lefts before hooking him in a Thai clinch and raining knees into his face! The referee backs him up, but Cable’s eyes are still ablaze as the crowd roars its approval for the brutality towards the loathed Field, no matter the source.}Terri Morasco: WHOA! Look at the fire from Cable Arcane! He has something to prove here!
Vasco Dias: He has something to prove more to himself than anyone else, and that’s the only person he owes anything to right now.
{Cable beckons to Noah, shouting for him to bring it, and Noah walks out of the corner, calling for a test of strength. Cable takes a deep breath, putting a hand up, and as Noah moves in he brings it down with a hammer fist! Noah catches his hand, though, stepping through and whisking him into a schoolboy roll-up!
ONE!
Cable kicks out quickly, and Noah immediately catches him as he rises with a swift uppercut! He follows up with a pair of jabs, dropping for a spinning sweep kick, and quickly goes for another cover again!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: A series of quick covers there giving Noah Field an advantage in the early going, but nothing with much impact behind it. Cable’s definitely ahead on points here.
Vasco Dias: Noah Field’s working the right strategy here. Stick and move, you can’t get into a slugging match with Cable Arcane.
{Cable gets to his feet, cracking his neck, and Noah goes for another punch. Cable catches it, twisting it into a hammerlock! He hauls Noah up and over with a hammerlock back suplex, rolling through and holding on to the hammerlock, only to spin it into a short-arm lariat! Keeping hold of the arm, Cable yanks Noah back up, short-arming him into a side slam backbreaker! Cable hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Cable’s going to work on the back and arm here, with that ruthlessness that we’ve come to expect from the Imperial Champion.
{Noah gets hauled up to his feet by Cable, but he quickly reaches up and rakes Cable’s eyes, buying the former Invictus Champion a moment to breathe. He snares a reeling Cable in a headlock, dragging him down with an inverted headlock backbreaker, and follows up by hitting the ropes and coming off with a senton to Cable’s upper back! He drops a quick elbow, snapping to his feet, and hauls Cable towards the corner, climbing to the second turnbuckle before coming off with the SUMMER’S EVE leg drop! Noah rolls Cable over, hooking the leg!
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THR—KICKOUT!}Vasco Dias: Cable Arcane showing his resiliency there, and Noah Field’s target is very clear: the neck.
Terri Morasco: He’s a student of the DDT, and it makes sense that he would focus on that neck area. Well-spotted, Vasco.
{Cable gets to his feet, blindly shooting for a takedown, but Noah sprawls, catching Cable in a front facelock. He manages to hold Cable off from taking him off his feet, but Noah finds himself giving ground as Cable struggles forward. Shrugging slightly, Noah jumps, allowing Cable’s momentum to propel them both backwards as Noah drills him with a jumping DDT! Noah taunts the crowd as he gets to his feet, smirking, and he goes to pick up Cable again, only for Cable to take him over with a snapping arm drag he sinks into a deep armbar! Noah scrambles against the hold, quickly grabbing the rope and begging the referee to break the hold!
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Cable breaks at four and a half, glaring daggers at the ref as he steps back. Noah gets to his feet carefully, and Cable rushes him with an attempted bicycle kick! Noah rolls underneath, getting to his feet and tapping his temple with a smirk…ONLY TO TURN AROUND INTO A JUMPING SWITCH KNEE THAT DROPS NOAH LIKE A STONE! Cable covers!
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THR—KICKOUT! Cable pounds the mat, breathing deeply as Noah holds his nose in pain.}Terri Morasco: A half-second is all that stood between Cable Arcane and another victory here tonight! What a knee strike!
Vasco Dias: He hit nice and vicious there, and that’s the kind of offense that Cable needs to put down Noah Field.
{Cable hammers away on Noah as he rises, grabbing him and delivering a pair of hard knees to the gut, followed by a spinning backfist that sends Noah spiraling into the corner! Cable hauls off on him, and Noah fires a quick back elbow off to buy himself an opening. He runs past Cable, leaping and catching him with a neckbreaker as he sprints by! Noah gets to his feet immediately, hitting the ropes and coming off with a twisting elbow drop to the back of Cable’s neck! Noah pulls Cable to his feet, slinging him across his shoulders, and marches about the ring a bit, making a cutthroat signal with his thumb!}Terri Morasco: Noah Field’s signaling for the Heir Apparent! We could be seeing the beginning of the end here!
Vasco Dias: The Heir Apparent means one of his finishing maneuvers is right behind!
{As Noah goes to roll forward, though, Cable slips out the back, leaving Noah to essentially perform a forward roll and come up on his feet, baffled. Cable catches him as he turns with a swift spinning heel kick to the gut, making his own cutthroat gesture, and hooks him into a suplex position before dropping him across his knees with the MADE TO SUFFER!}Terri Morasco: MADE TO SUFFER! This one is over!
Vasco Dias: Call it, boys! What’s our time of death?!
{The crowd roars as Noah drops, twitching, to the mat, and Cable slides into the cover!
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Cable looks up, trying to find the source of the delay in his three-count, and finds it as Laura Howlett is pulling her hand back from the mysteriously on-the-rope foot of Noah Field! The look of utter betrayal on Cable’s face is palpable, and Laura stares icily back at him as he gets up from the cover. He begins screaming at her, and Laura gets up on the apron, the two shouting back and forth at each other.}Terri Morasco: What the hell?! Cable Arcane had that match won! Why would Laura Howlett do that?!
Vasco Dias: God only knows, Terri, but Cable’s certainly fired up about it!
{Cable roars at Laura, face red with fury, and he jabs a finger in her face before pointing back at himself, still jawing. Laura’s jaw sets, and she rears back, hauling off with a massive slap that echoes around the arena to the jaw of Cable Arcane! Cable spins in place, staggering and clutching his jaw…RIGHT INTO A BOOT TO THE GUT FROM NOAH FIELD! HE UNDERHOOKS CABLE’S ARMS AND DRILLS HIM WITH THE FIELD ENVY! COVER!
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TWO!
THREE! The bell rings, and “Cut Above the Rest” begins to play as the crowd showers the ring with thunderous boos, and more than a few drink cups. Noah rocks back to his knees, breathing heavily and clutching his back as he’s handed the title belt.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner…and the NEEEEEEW IWF Imperial Champioooon…NOAAAAAH…FIIIIIIEEEEEEELD!
Terri Morasco: I…I can’t believe my eyes! Laura Howlett just cost Cable Arcane the Imperial Championship! What the hell is going on with the House of Howlett?!
Vasco Dias: I can’t tell, Terri, but one thing is for sure: this? This will not be forgotten…and Cable Arcane won’t forgive, I promise you that.
{The pay-per-view comes to a close with Noah, Mark, Morgan, and Laura celebrating in the ring, Cable’s crumpled form laying on the canvas before them. The last thing we see before we fade to black are Cable’s eyes, glaring daggers of absolute hatred up at the quartet of traitors...and most specifically, Laura Howlett herself.}