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Post by Riley Gordon on Sept 13, 2017 5:46:37 GMT
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SINGLES MATCH
Brooklyn Madrox vs Vivienne Rodgers
---------------------------------------------------------- {“La La-La-La La La-La” begins to play throughout the arena as the lights fade to black.
“Bitch, I’m about to blow up!”
Spotlights flood the stage and Brooklyn saunters out from behind the curtain; her hat pulled low over her face, both hands gripping the brim. With a confident swagger, she steps to the top of the ramp and lifts her head up, a cocky smirk on her face – acknowledging the fans with a wink.}Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-six pounds … BROOKLYN…MAAAAADROX! Terri Morasco: The last time we saw Brooklyn Madrox in action was last month at Open Fight Night against Crystal Millar, where she secured a victory some would call an upset. This time out, it's her turn to welcome a newcomer to IWF. Vasco Dias: Brooklyn shocked the world with that win. Can she make it two in a row and spoil a debut at the same time? {Brooklyn reaches ringside and makes her way up the steps, wiping her feet on the apron before stepping through the ropes and spinning her way, arms outstretched, to the center of the ring. She pulls her hat off and whips it into the crowd before backing herself into the corner to stretch against the ropes.}Alison Valance: And her opponent... {The opening trumpets to Confident by Demi Lovato begin to play as the lights in the ring drop, leaving gold and green spotlights on the stage and ramp. The lights in the arena pulse with similar colors as the bass kicks in. Vivienne herself does not appear until the lyrics begin in Earnest, walking on from backstage with Ciara alongside her. Vivienne grins confidently as she raises a fist into the air on stage, holding the pose for a few seconds before stepping toward the ring, throwing a few punches and a kick as she begins to walk.}Alison Valance: Accompanied to the ring by Ciara O'Connor, making her IWF debut, from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at 140 pounds, Vivienne Rodgers! Terri Morasco: A third-generation superstar here in Vivienne Rodgers. Her grandfather, the legendary Jacob "Hands of Iron" Rodgers, and of course, her father, "Living Lightning" David Rodgers. Both pioneers in their own right, and now their lineage continues. What do you know about Vivienne Rodgers, Vasco? Vasco Dias: I wrestled her father a few times during my in-ring career, and I can tell you that this family runs with athletic talent. From what I've seen of her work before coming here, she'll be no exception. Much easier on the eyes than her old man, I'll tell you what... Terri Morasco: You disgust me, Vasco. {She jumps up onto the apron, walking alongside the outer part of the ring before going in over the top rope, interacting with the crowd as she circles the inside of the ring. Ciara follows her in, circling opposite her and working to get the crowd psyched up for the match. She takes to the center of the ring as the chorus plays, raising her fists into the air before she and her manager share a high five before Vivienne settles into her corner as Ciara slips out to ringside.}Terri Morasco: A debut and an opportunity to keep the momentum going. Two talented women, but we can only have one winner. Let's get things started. {The bell rings, and the two women walk to the center of the ring, staring each other down. Vivienne breaks the tension by offering a handshake, and Brooklyn stares at it for a moment before reluctantly accepting. Vivienne pumps it twice, nods to Brooklyn, and lets go, the two women beginning to circle each other. They slowly ease into a test of strength, the larger Rodgers quickly bearing down on Madrox. Brooklyn squirms under the pressure, trying to spin out, but Vivienne's unrelenting, quickly switching to a hammerlock which she rolls through into a side headlock. Brooklyn squirms against the hold, and Vivienne swings Brooklyn down with a side headlock takeover, keeping the hold clamped on. Brooklyn quickly finds the ropes with her foot, and Vivienne obligingly breaks at one, nodding and applauding as she stands up.}Terri Morasco: Good sportsmanship on display so far, and it looks like Vivienne Rodgers may have inherited those hands of iron from her grandfather. Vasco Dias: Her chain wrestling is solid, but I'm not seeing enough of that cutthroat instinct it takes here in the big leagues. You have a five-count, use it. It's how Grandpa would have done it! {The two women circle each other again, and Vivienne shoots in for a lockup again. Brooklyn ducks under, delivering a sweep kick that takes Rodgers' legs out from under her. Vivienne crashes to a sitting position, wincing as she reaches for her ankle, and Brooklyn rolls to her feet, hitting the ropes and coming off with a big low dropkick to Vivienne's face! Brooklyn quickly hooks the leg!
ONE! KICKOUT! Vivienne kicks out forcefully, propelling Brooklyn to her feet. Not wasting any time, Brooklyn charges, swinging at Vivienne as she rises. Vivienne hooks the arm, quickly taking her over into a fireman's carry which she bridges for a pin of her own!
ONE! KICKOUT! Brooklyn and Vivienne both come to their feet, the crowd applauding the display so far.}Terri Morasco: Evenly matched so far, and I'm really impressed by both of these women. They're definitely bringing their A game here tonight at Freedom Fight Night. Vasco Dias: Turn up the tempo! This isn't amateur wrestling hour, you're pros! Act like it! Terri Morasco: ...do you just want to see blo— Vasco Dias: I WANNA SEE BLOOD, DAMMIT! {Vivienne and Brooklyn close for a third time, and this time Brooklyn deliberately aims a kick at Vivienne's ankle, dropping her to a knee. She uses the opportunity to snare a side headlock of her own, grinding down on the bigger woman. Vivienne struggles to her feet, gritting her teeth as Ciara screams from ringside "COME ON! YOU'VE GOT THIS! KICK HER FLAT ASS!" Brooklyn looks over, shouting back at Vivienne, but this gives Vivienne the opportunity to power up and lift Brooklyn for a belly-to-back suplex! Vivienne grits her teeth, switching her grip, and powers Brooklyn back up, dropping her across her knee with a backbreaker! Cover!
ONE! TWO! Madrox throws the shoulder up!}Terri Morasco: What strength from Vivienne Rodgers, powering up for that backbreaker! It takes a lot to lift from that seated position, and she's got it in spades! Vasco Dias: Going for the cover there was smart. Brooklyn couldn't have been expecting that move, but she needs to stay on the offensive. Never give your opponent an opening. {Vivienne pulls Brooklyn back up to a standing base, but Brooklyn leaps up, thrusting into Vivienne's chin with a headbutt! The bigger woman staggers back, and Brooklyn rears back, drilling her in the head with a roundhouse kick! Vivienne stumbles back into the ropes, and Brooklyn charges, delivering a running European uppercut that rocks Vivienne's head back! She's still standing, though, so Brooklyn hits the ropes and comes off again, delivering a second! And a third! As she goes for the fourth, though, Vivienne surges forward, catching her around the throat and prepping for a chokeslam! Brooklyn drives her elbow down into the crook of Vivienne's arm, trying to get her to release the hold, but her grip is ironclad! Thinking quickly, she lashes out at the ankle again, and this loosens her grip enough for Brooklyn to double Vivienne over with a kick to the gut and hook her for the SAVAGE AF cradle DDT! Brooklyn rolls into the cover!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Brooklyn thought she had it won with that cradle DDT, but Vivienne Rodgers refused to let it end that way! Vasco Dias: Brooklyn's been using her openings well here, expertly targeting that ankle to weaken the powerful offense of Rodgers. I can appreciate the strategy. {Brooklyn drops a knee across the side of Vivienne's head, earning another berating from Ciara at ringside, and backs up towards the ropes, leaping for another knee drop. Vivienne manages to jerk her head to the side, though, and Brooklyn's knee hits nothing but canvas. She clutches at it, stumbling up, and when Vivienne stands to meet her Madrox throws a wild right. Vivienne ducks under the punch, though, and snares a rear waistlock, looking for a German suplex! No! Brooklyn fires elbows back wildly, trying to block! She attempts to muscle free again, and Vivienne shakes her head, releasing the waistlock to grab Brooklyn's arm. Vivienne reels her in with a quick knee to the gut, doubling Brooklyn over, and sets her up for a powerbomb! As Vivienne lifts, though, Brooklyn squirms free just enough to drop down and snare the guillotine choke she calls the ZFG! Vivienne immediately realizes the danger she's in, trying desperately to escape the hold as Brooklyn struggles to cinch it in!}Terri Morasco: ZFG! ZFG! If she can hook this in tight, it's all over! Vasco Dias: She needs to pass that arm fully under Rodgers' chin to cinch in that hold, and Vivienne is fighting like mad to stay alive! Madrox needs to make this happen quickly! {Vivienne lets out a grunt, clawing at Brooklyn's arms to get separation, Madrox tries to bear down on the hold again, and Vivienne swings up into Brooklyn's ribs with a forearm shot. Brooklyn's jostled, but keeps trying to grab the hold, hanging from Vivienne tenaciously. Another shot follows, and a third, and a fourth, and with the fourth a brief bit of daylight appears. For Vivienne, it's enough, as she heaves Brooklyn off into the air, where she hangs for a split-second before being snatched out of the sky with a powerbomb! Vivienne locks her hands, shaking her head, and holds on, delivering a second!}Terri Morasco: Gossip and bad movies, it's Slumber Party time, and Vivienne Rodgers is trying to pummel Brooklyn into sleep with this! Vasco Dias: This isn't what they told me girls' slumber parties were like! This isn't that at all! I'VE BEEN LIED TO! {Vivienne grits her teeth, yanking Brooklyn back up for a third powerbomb! She takes a deep breath and delivers a fourth, but instead of yanking Brooklyn back up fully for a fifth, she adjusts her grip, crossing Brooklyn's arms and lifting her up to drop her with the Pyramid Driver she calls the TIK TOK! Vivienne holds on for the pin!
ONE! TWO! THREE! The chorus of "Confident" plays over the PA as Vivienne rolls to her feet, thrusting her fist in the air in triumph!}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Vivienne Rodgers! Terri Morasco: What a debut for Vivienne Rodgers! She took down a tough competitor in Brooklyn Madrox tonight, and I think we can expect big things from this young woman. Vasco Dias: Take nothing away from Brooklyn Madrox. She showed a lot of fire in there. Unfortunately, sometimes the thrill of debuting on the big stage is enough to push you to places you didn't know you had, and that seems to have been the case here. Big win, tough loss, great match from both women. {Vivienne reaches down, helping Brooklyn up, and offers her a handshake again. Once more, Brooklyn reluctantly takes it, and Vivienne pumps the handshake once before turning and raising Brooklyn's hand. The crowd applauds the display, and Vivienne nods, smiling ear-to-ear, and lets go of the other woman, hopping out of the ring. She makes her way towards the back, Ciara running to catch up with her as we cut away.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Searching For God: I’m On A Mission”
---------------------------------------------------------- {Sacrifice returns from commercial to grainy footage of Mason St. Croix behind the wheel of a car. The former Army Ranger and multi-time champion looks into the camera as he continues to drive.}Mason St. Croix: I'd like to apologize for not being at the arena tonight, especially with it being Freedom Fight Night. 9/11 was a day that has impacted the lives of so many people. I spent much of my military career in Iraq and Afghanistan fighting the terrorists responsible responsible for the devastation that happened that day. Today however, I'm on a different mission. {Mason looks into his rear view mirror to see a sign that says “Welcome to Torrington” fade into the distance. In front of him lies the rolling hills of Litchfield County, Connecticut.}Mason St. Croix: I'm on a mission to find the man that calls himself God because if he won't come to me, I'm gonna go find him. According to some locals there's a town forgotten to time off this road that Angel Blake has used for years as a compound where him and his disciples live. I'm going there and if I can't find him… I'm gonna burn it to the ground. {He continues his drive, scanning his surrounding for any sign of Angel's compound. He begins to slow down as he sees some light in the distance. He turns off a side road and follows the light until he reaches a gate where a hooded figure stands with his arms crossed. Mason rolls down the window of his rental car as the man steps towards his door.}Gatekeeper: We've been expecting you, but the salvation you're seeking doesn't lie here. Mason St. Croix: Salvation ain't what I'm seeking, it's vengeance. Now if you were expecting me you won't mind opening that gate. {The Acolyte shakes his head from side to side and steps back from the car.}Mason St. Croix: Have it your way. {Mason throws the Chevy Cruz in reverse and backs up about 50 yards before dropping it back into drive and stomping the gas. He plows through the gate sending it flying behind him along with the hood of the car.}To be continued…----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Rayne vs Fiona McFly
---------------------------------------------------------- {As "Blood" from In This Moment continues playing on the speakers, we see Rayne walking down the ramp towards the squared circle and hopping in. We then see her pacing around in the ring as she waits for Fiona McFly to walk out on-stage. On this night, the ring itself it situated on what would normally be second base during Yankees ballgames, with the ramp leading to a stage erected in center field.}[DING-DING-DING!!!] Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring from San Diego, weighing 155 pounds--this...is...RAAAAYYYNE!!! Terri Morasco: Rayne makes her return after a long hiatus at Freedom Fight Night! Vasco Dias: Well she thought she was gonna get Eternity. Instead, she got... {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 silver whip in hand, leaps through the busted mirror, prompting pyrotechnics to go off from the top ends of the stadium as a burst of confetti is shot from the stage. With the dancers tapping to her entrance theme, Fiona smiles lovingly as she twirls along with the dancers in her own routine before walking down to the ring, hugging fans along the way as the lights come back on. Before hopping into the ring, she gives the whip to a lucky soul as a souvenir.}Vasco Dias: ...Fiona. And does she usually do this entrance only for pay-per-views?! Terri Morasco: Fiona decided to break her own norm! And this crowd of around 40,000 loves it! Vasco Dias: Too bad most of these Bleacher Creatures are takin' a piss break... Terri Morasco: Oh, grow up!?! [DING!] {The two ladies circle the ring, never losing eye contact with one another as they try and size up the situation and, more importantly, take in the moment. The electricity from the Bronx crowd is unmistakably palpable as both contestants approach one another, ready to begin the match. Fiona, in an act of good faith, offers her hand to the longtime veteran Rayne for a respectful handshake; yet all she gets is a slap in the face that knocks her back slightly. The Yankee fanbase reacts with a smattering of boos as Fiona and Rayne approach each other again, and this time...McFly responds in kind, slapping Rayne right in the kisser, knocking her back as well.}Vasco Dias: I love it when they bitch-slap each other. Terri Morasco: Puh-leeze! I happen to think that this might be the feeling-out process. Vasco Dias: Personally I'd rather feel out Fiona more than-- Terri Morasco: (cutting Vasco off) DON'T. START!! {Now that they're "even," Fiona and Rayne lock up in the center of the ring as fans take photos from their smartphones the two jockey for position with neither gaining an advantage over the other at first. Eventually, Rayne goes for the left arm and tries to apply a basic hammerlock, only to see Fiona reverse the hold. Rayne manages to go underneath her opponent, wriggling out of the predicament and flipping her head head over heels with a snapmare takedown, transitioning into a reverse chinlock. McFly, being more adept in an octagon setting, uses her legs to twist herself out of the hold and apply a deep armdrag takedown, taking Rayne to the mat and transitioning into a single armbar. The ref watches every move as Fiona tightens her grip on Rayne's left arm, but the 46-year-old Californian uses her own lower body strength to propel herself to the right, easily breaking Fiona's armbar. The two combatants then lock up again, trading armdrag takedowns before engaging in a Mexican standoff, earning applause from the Yankee Stadium folks in the process.}Terri Morasco: Great wrestling display by these two early on! Vasco Dias: Change the channel! BUZZR's showin' reruns of "Trivia Trap!" Terri Morasco: PFFFFT...you're terrible, ya know that?! {Rayne and Fiona lock up again; this time, Rayne backs the latter into the corner. The ref calls for the clean break yet Rayne responds with a pair of elbows before sending McFly for the ride. Fiona hits the opposite set of turnbuckles hard, then stumbles and bumbles forward...right into a dropkick from Rayne, followed by a second! The longtime veteran then applies a trio of suplexes--the last being a German variety that scores her a two-count. Undeterred by the official's deliberate style of counting, Rayne continues the offensive by pulling Fiona up to her feet and firing away with a series of short, but effective, MMA-inspired kiicks, two to the ribs and one to the schnozz--the latter of which sends McFly to the deck. She clutches her face in pain as Rayne plays to the crowd to take a breather.}Terri Morasco: So far, Rayne's been lookin' sharp so far. Vasco Dias: ZZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZ... Terri Morasco: (slaps Vasco) WAKE UP, YOU SILLY GOOSE!! {Fiona, with the urging of the Bronx fans, pulls herself back up to her feet as Rayne charges...but McFly rolls to the left, prompting Rayne to swing and miss wildly with a hard lariat. Sensing the momentum going her way now, Fiona grabs her opponent by the head and takes her down to the mat, applying a side headlock. The referee checks for a submission but Rayne says nope; Fiona, with enough power and leverage, gator rolls Rayne into a pinning combination and scores a two-count.}Terri Morasco: That's as close to seeing anyone being pinned with a side headlock as it gets! Vasco Dias: I've seen one of those moments before, Terri. Terri Morasco: Oh what, IN YOUR DREAMS?! {Fiona pulls her rival back to her feet, all the while maintaining that side headlock position.}Vasco Dias: Yeah! Last night, I dreamed my girlfriend pinned me with a fingerpoke of doom! Terri Morasco: WILL YOU STOP!?! Vasco Dias: Can't help it, I'm excited! "Freedom Fight Night" from Yankee Stadium--I'm a broadcast journalist! {Fiona disengages the hold and sends Rayne into the ropes; the Californian bounces off the ropes and into a spinning heel kick that sends Rayne flying to the canvas! Rayne clutches her chin as she rolls to the outside, trying to let herself catch her breath as Fiona does the same. Yet McFly decides to go for the big risk and, with a head full of steam, runs toward the ropes and flies over them in an attempt at a corkscrew plancha. But Rayne quickly rolls out of the way, leading Fiona to hit nothing but the outside arena floor!}Vasco Dias: PFFFFT! Way to screw that up... Terri Morasco: And Fiona crashed and burned! {The man in stripes starts his ten-count as both ladies begin trading blows after Rayne pulled Fiona up by the hair and hit her with a clubbing left hand to the nose! Fiona gets a couple of good punches in before rolling Rayne back into the ring at the count of six! But Rayne, being the wily warrior she is, counters Fiona's attempted T-bone suplex with a spinning tornado DDT! Sensing the win, Rayne goes for the pin...}1...! 2...!! THREEEE--NOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Terri Morasco: A near-fall for Rayne! Vasco Dias: Yet but close only counts if you're usin' Apple Watches to steal signs from your opponent--HAHA!! {Rayne ekes out a sly grin, bemused that Fiona would dare kick out of her one of her best maneuvers. Nevertheless, she tries to continue the attack, unloading a pair of knees that strike Fiona hard in the torso before setting her up in a fireman's carry, attempting to end the match with a running powerslam! Yet Fiona, running on instincts at this point, squirms her way out of the hold and lands on her feet, eventually connecting with her famous "Penalty" kick to the back of her opponent's head after applying a release belly-to-back suplex from the corner! Fiona then goes for the pin...}1...! 2...!! THREEEE, YEAAAAAAWWWWW... Terri Morasco: Near-fall for Fiona! Vasco Dias: Yeah, yeah...but close has been the key word in her IWF career for too long! Terri Morasco: Hey, she's TRYING! I haven't even seen YOU put as much of an effort into broadcasting as Fiona has put into wrestling! {Fiona, like Rayne did a few moments ago, smiles a little over her opponent's resilience. But she doesn't waste any more time, going for her famous SENDING OFF maneuver...only for Rayne to spring up another surprise by twisting Fiona around and rolling her up into a small package! For a moment, we see that BOTH LADIES' SHOULDERS are on the mat....yet Rayne gets hers' up just in time for the one, two...and THREEEEE!!!!! As "Blood" plays again and Fiona is seated on the canvas, her visage rife with sweat and exhaustion, Rayne walks over and pulls her up. The crowd cheers as the two ladies, after nodding at each other, share a warm handshake and embrace.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Vasco Views: Roberto Verona and Cable Arcane”
---------------------------------------------------------- {A ticking clock is heard before it moves into what sounds like stock music set to the tune of clock showcasing images of Vasco Dias holding a microphone and or a notepad. As it comes to an end the image cross fades into the image of Vasco Dias seated on the set of Vasco Views.}Vasco Dias: Welcome to another and absolutely the biggest and best edition of Vasco Views there will ever be in IWF!!! {The excitement is obvious on his face as Vasco straightens up.}Vasco Dias: It is my absolute pleasure to introduce a man who needs no introduction. He is easily the greatest thing to ever happen to professional wrestling and the single best Imperial Champion with a reign that will never truly end! He is the father of the franchise! Roberto Verona!!! {Vasco turns to his right to a seated Roberto Verona who looks more than pleased to be here.}Roberto Verona: Thank you for the more than adequate introduction, Vasco. Vasco Dias: It is my pleasure Mr. Verona. Now I don't want to be accused of favoritism so my other guest is nearly as well known at least among the Internet wrestling community. He calls himself the best in the world and is the only man to lose the Imperial Championship twice! Cable Arcane! {The voice of Cable Arcane cuts in sharply from a television screen to the other side of Vasco, much to the surprise of Dias.}Cable Arcane: Is this the sort of pandering bull- Vasco Dias: Cut his mic! {Vasco makes the cutting motion with his arm as Cable can be seen continuing his tirade on the television screen as Roberto just smiles.}Vasco Dias: Now Mr. Arcane you will have your opportunity to speak but first and foremost this is my show and I'd like to open with the premiere guest. Mr. Verona, you offered Mr. Arcane a certain opportunity barring he was able to survive your Hired Guns a couple of weeks ago. Cable was in the end able to survive, albeit with help. Where does that opportunity stand today? Roberto Verona: Well, that depends. {Dias raises an eyebrow.}Vasco Dias: On what? Roberto Verona: On what Mr. Arcane has to say. After all, that's what you do best isn't it Cable? Running your mouth, making proclamations and demands you can't possibly back up. So please, enlighten us all, what do you have to say for yourself this week? The floor is yours, the mic is live, feel free to explain to everybody why I should even be sat here giving you the time of day at all considering your repeated outbursts of petulance and infantile delusions. {Vasco nods his head in complete agreement as he turns his attention to Cable on the television screen.}Vasco Dias: Well it seems Mr. Arcane has the floor. {Vasco gestures for Cable to start.}Cable Arcane: What do I have to say? You know damn well what I have to say! From the moment I won the 2016 Heir to the Throne and the then VACANT Imperial Championship YOU have been calling me out as a paper champion! I offered you multiple chances to step in the ring with me to prove your claims fact! I demanded a match with you just for the opportunity to shut your mouth and at EVERY SINGLE TURN YOU HAVE RUN FROM ME! I don't book the shows, YOU DO! You could have stepped in the ring with me at any time to prove to the world you were the one and only Imperial Champion and instead of doing that you side stepped me and back pedaled! And then, after I finally lost the Imperial Champion you still saw fit to stick your nose in MY BUSINESS! You put yourself in that six man tag, you made yourself the referee and YOU ATTACKED ME! All I've done is ask for a match so it seems that you're the one with an issue with me. So what the FUCK do you have to say for yourself!? {Dias seems insulted as he sits forward a bit.}Vasco Dias: Excuse the unnecessary profanity but Mr. Verona, what do you have to say? Roberto Verona: I’m not a man who makes it a point to respond to childish profanity and threats- {Verona is cut off almost immediately.}Cable Arcane: You called ME OUT! Vasco Dias: Cut his- {Roberto now cuts Vasco off.}Roberto Verona: No, it’s fine Vasco. I welcome this verbal exchange of brain versus… Whatever it is that rattles around in that empty head of Cable Arcane. Cable Arcane: Step in the ring with me and find out just how empty it is. {Roberto just smiles as he carries on.}Roberto Verona: I am the Father of Imperial Wrestling, the single longest reigning Imperial Champion in the history of the company, I don’t have to answer to the likes of you unless I want to and frankly? I haven’t wanted to, I haven’t felt a need to. Cable Arcane: But you sure as hell felt the need to cost me that match against the Council!? Roberto Verona: Because Cable, you need to learn some humility. {Arcane looks absolutely insulted.}Cable Arcane: Humility? HUMILITY!? {Verona nods as if to say do I need to repeat myself?}Roberto Verona: That is exactly what I said. Cable Arcane: Tell me again how long you’ve been wrestling? In how many companies? Across which continents? In what venues? I’ve been EVERYWHERE! I’ve wrestled EVERYWHERE! I didn’t just make my name in a single defunct promotion I made my name in EVERY promotion I stepped foot in and REMEMBER! It wasn’t me that came crawling back to IWF, it was you personally who offered me a lucrative contract. Roberto Verona: Because I saw a potential that you have squandered with foul words and ridiculous claims. Cable Arcane: There is nothing ridiculous about my claims. I AM the best in the world until someone proves me otherwise, yourself included. Roberto Verona: It’s clear to me words are not enough for your small mind Cable, I graciously gave you the chance at an opportunity and so I will now act on my words. At Extreme Endurance I will teach you some humility inside that ring when I show you first hand it doesn’t matter how man gyms you’ve wrestled in, in this business you either have it or you don’t…. And you don’t have it. {Cable nods his head with a smug smile before ripping his microphone off of the collar of his shirt. We focus back in on Vasco Dias.}Vasco Dias: This is a huge announcement! Roberto Verona is stepping back into an IWF ring and he is going to personally show the profane Cable Arcane the meaning of humility! Mr. Verona, it has been my pleasure to interview you. Roberto Verona: You’re welcome Vasco. {With that Roberto stands up from his seat and walks off camera as we go to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Searching For God: I’m Happy to Delegate Your Downfall”
---------------------------------------------------------- {We return to Angel Blake's compound where Mason St. Croix stands outside a large run down church. He holds a flashlight in one hand and a crowbar in the other, blood drips from the crowbar.} Mason St. Croix: After some friendly coercion the gatekeeper has informed me that this old church serves as the base of operations so I'm going in there to see what I can find. {Mason hauls off and kicks the door open and walks inside the church. The pews have been replaced with cages and various torture devices line the walls. Above the pulpit and looking very out of place is a large screen television that suddenly flickers to life and on the screen is the face of GOD.}"Little Lamb..."{We are now taken back to a darkened arena where Angel Blake can be seen standing in the center of the ring in full ghoul paint and black leather robes. Mason stands seething before the television screen knowing that he has been chasing his tail.}"Desperation darkens your demeanor with false dreams of defeating a deity. You dance dangerously close to death like a dog determined to dive and die dabbling in damnation. You are damaged, deranged and demented. Deceived by the debt you think you deserve..."{Angel Blake, God just smiles.}"I decree your demands deflated. I denounce your own self destruction. But if defiance is what defines you then I am delighted to delegate your downfall..." {As Angel finishes speaking Frank and Eddie Black blindside Mason and begin kicking and stomping him. Frank picks up and the crowbar that Mason had dropped during the attack and cracks the former Ranger in the ribs with it. As Mason doubles over holding his ribs Eddie places him in position before the Blacks hit a tandem powebomb sending St. Croix through the podium. We fade out on the sinister smile on the face GOD as he looks down on a beaten and broken Mason St. Croix.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Steve Awesome & Jayson Matthews vs Xavier Cross & Jason Sandman
---------------------------------------------------------- Terri Morasco: This next tag team match is containing a lot of personal grudges. Vasco Dias: Pfft….grudges? These men may just murder each other! {The drum fill kicks in the door and the guitar riff of 311’s Perfect Mistake starts blasting over the PA system.}“Listen Up!” {The arena lights start changing from orange to black on the beat and Jayson Matthews comes bouncing from behind the curtain and head banging to the riff. His Invictus Championship firmly around his waste. He jams to the verse as he starts to walk down the ramp, slapping fives with as many fans as he can on either side.}This is the next stage, we turn the page We're gonna wreck a place when we take the stage Roll up your sleeves, get down with me It's going off in the pit like you wouldn't believe Alison Valance: Weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Detroit, Michigan. He is the IWF InVICTUS Champion……JAYSON MATTHEWS! {Jayson stands at the end of the ramp and stares into the ring and he starts to bounce up and down and hypes himself up and as soon as the chorus hits he dives into the ring forward rolls onto his feet and runs over to the side opposite the ramp and leans over the ring holding out his Championship. While the lights strobe orange and black.}“Ohhhhhhhhhh See in it my eyes Hold it in my hands All those days that you wasted away There was no one to blame It's a perfect mistake {He hops up on the turnbuckle and holds out the Invictus title with one arm and points to the crowd with his other hand. Thanking the fans for the cheers and displaying the title to the fans.}Terri Morasco: Here comes The Invictus Champion. Three times. Vasco Dias: Yeah but he only defended it once! {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 spray behind him}Terri Morasco: Steve has got to be on edge after everything that has happened to him. Vasco Dias: I'm still in shock about what happened with Mandi. I can't believe she turned on Steve! {The big screen opens up as Jayson and Steve are in the ring. We see Xavier Cross in a room backstage, in his arms is Lauren Bates. Steve's eyes grow wide as he stares up at the screen.}Xavier Cross: "Now the brave King, he knew what he had to do, there was a princess in a far away land, with a beautiful little girl. But they were being held captive by a Dragon made of sin...now we know sin is bad, and if we are tempted by sin...It's just god reminded us that we love him more than anything..." {He ruffles the little girls hair, as she blinks a few soft times and drifts to sleep.}Xavier Cross: "They're so peaceful at this age...you read 'em a book, show a little attention...Show 'em how much you love 'em. I've never been a step-parent before, but I know I'm a better father than you...Steve Awesome..." {Cross sets the book down, before handing the small child off to Mandi. Before he walks closer to the camera.}Xavier Cross: "I know you want to get your hands on me, Steven...I know you want to hurt me, to get back what I've...stolen...But as you and the rest of those morons backstage can see. This isn't a case of kidnapping, this is a classic romance novel. I don't expect you to understand you are self absorbed prick...I mean, I bet you still think you're the good guy. You know those ignorant fans believe so, they keep cheering you. Because it's easier to believe our heroes are flawless...But Steve Awesome, tonight I will not be taking part in this tag team affair, Steve I will show you, and all these people in the arena and at home. That unlike Rob Diamond's record fighting you, that you Steve Awesome are the most flawed individual to ever take a breath of air." {Cross snaps his fingers as Mandi exits the room.}Xavier Cross: "If you can find us, you can take your shot old friend...But Steve, it won't be easy. There will be riddles, there will be rough spots, and there will maybe be physical challenges...But they believe in you Steve, and I'm sure you believe in yourself enough...So you can either stay in that ring, or you can come get me... {The camera turns to static as the arena is filled with Xavier's laughter. Steve looks around a bit, before looking at Jayson who nods his head. Steve rushes out of the ring and up the ramp.}Terri Morasco: Wait...what!? Steve is leaving? Where the hell was Cross at in that video? Vasco Dias: I have no idea. but if Steve is leaving what does that mean for the tag team match? {Jayson holds the Invictus Title over his shoulder as he conversed with the referee. There was a lot of shrugging and hand motions toward the ramp and after a bit more shrugging Jayson just shrugs it off and starts walking toward the rope to leave the ring when-}{Am I a Psycho comes on the speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the rope.}Terri Morasco: uh-oh I think we almost forgot someone. Vasco Dias: How much more blood can Jayson lose? {Jayson looks up at Sandman who is glaring back down at him menacingly. He smiles and grabs a mic.}Jason Sandman: Never fear children, because Daddy is home. I know you were all expecting me to bloody up some people tonight in a tag match but it seems like the tag team partners left. So I figured since it's just me and my little bitch left over here….” {Sandman just looks disgusted by Jayson’s messily existence.}Jason Sandman: Look at you boy. You are pathetic. All banged up and bruised, trying not to cry. {Jayson Matthews’s fists were clenched and his face was red lining from seething anger to pure emotion.}Jason Sandman: All those scars all over your body, the burns on your hands, I did all that for fun! Just to fucking do it, because I think you're a little pussy.” {The crowd ooh and Sandman smiles as he belittles the Invictus champion.}Terri Morasco: Can you believe that? Sandman is just sick. Vasco Dias: Why doesn't Jayson do anything? It's because he's scared! Jason Sandman: Now that I know you're scared of me, now that I'm in your head how about tonight, since it's just us two….I think it's time to finally take what's mine!” {Sandman points his kendo directly at the Invictus Championship as the crowd boo.}Terri Morasco: what? No way! He doesn't deserve it! Vasco Dias: Of course he does Terri. Your just worried that Jayson might get hurt. Look at him, he's shaking in his boots. Terri Morasco: Well I… Vasco Dias: I'm afraid I've got some bad news Terri. Jason Sandman: I mean...This is Open Fight Night? Am I wrong? Well then how about this? I challenge you to a match for the Invictus title right here, right now! {Jayson looks a bit surprised by the declaration and looks at his title hanging over his shoulder. The fans in attendance start a “no” chant. Sandman steps closer and backs Jayson into the corner and the bigger man cowers Jayson into the turnbuckle.}Jason Sandman: Either just hand me the title or get the shit kicked out of you. There is no way out of this. Terri Morasco: Sandman is bullying Jayson Matthews into this Invictus Title match. Vasco Dias: I would just say yes if I were him...well actually I would just give Sandman his title and run. Jason Sandman: C’mon little boy, what's it going to take to make you crack? Oh I know how about once your sister came to the Council locker room, you know I immediately had two fingers up her-” {Jayson had enough and shoves Sandman as hard as he could! Sandman stumbled back a few steps and Jayson just stands there seething and with tears of rage in his eyes. He hands the ref the title}Jayson Matthews: Ring the damn bell! ----------------------------------------------------------
INVICTUS TITLE
SINGLES MATCH
Jayson Matthews (c) vs Jason Sandman
---------------------------------------------------------- {The ref obliges and as the bell sounds Jayson rushes Sandman and starts teeing off on the big mans face! Jayson hits a few counters that stagger the big man as the crowd start to cheer. Jayson plants a huge dropkick that flips Sandman right out of the ring. Jayson follows up by running to the ropes and diving out towards a groggy Sandman with a flipping senton that finds its mark!}Terri Morasco: What! It's a flying banana! Vasco Dias: Somebody should put that on a t-shirt! Terri Morasco: Jayson goes to follow up but oh Sandman just takes the eyes! Vasco Dias: No DQ in Invictus rules! Sandman is reminding the ref! {Jayson staggers back from the rake and tries to rub out the pain in his eyes! Sandman comes running in with a knee lift that smashes Jayson in the gut into the barricade! Sandman lands a few punches and then hits Jayson with a stiff knife edge chop. The sound actually has a little bass along with the slapping sound. Jayson stiffens up from the pain and Sandman just hits with another chop slap to the chest.}Terri Morasco: Oh man those shots could stop your heart, Vasco! Now what….OH MY GAWD! {Sandman lines it up perfectly and flips Jayson up and over with a back body drop and Jayson lands back first on the pointed side of the steel stairs! Jayson cries out in pain when he lands and falls over to the side and he clutches at his back.}Vasco Dias: Man, right on those jagged steel steps! That had to do some damage! Terri Morasco: And Sandman has a sick smile on his face that bastard! He bullied his way into this match! Vasco Dias: It’s open fight, Terri. Anyone can challenge anyone. It's fair game. {Sandman walks over a few as Jayson was climbing to his feet, using the steel steps to pull himself up. Sandman bends down and he picks up his trusty Kendo stick that was lying on the ground. He holds it up in the air. The xtreme fans cheered but the Jayson fans booed. Jayson has a hand on on the steel steps bracing himself and Sandman uses the stick to wack Jayson's hand! He pulls it up and covers it up in pain and Sandman then cracks Jayson right on the top of the head. Jayson goes down to the ground. Sandman points at Jayson with the stick and yells out the word pussy to the sold out crowd who boo. The ref is yelling at Sandman about the use of the stick and Sandman yells back that it's no DQ in Invictus rules.}Vasco Dias: He's not wrong you know. Terri Morasco: I know. But he can end the match unless he's in the ring! Vasco Dias: I think this ends when Sandman says it does. {Jayson slowly tries to climb to his feet again and this time Sandman places the point of the kendo stick under Jayson’s chin and lifts up his face and then cracks Jayson on the side of the head with the stick!}Terri Morasco: God, right on the temple! Jayson Matthews could have a concussion! Vasco Dias: All he has to do is quit and it's over! {Sandman sets his kendo stick in the ring and then walks over past Jayson who is on the ground with the ref checking him. Sandman reaches under the ring and slides out a table! Sandman starts setting up the table then he walks back over to Jayson who is arguing with the ref about continuing. SAndman just shoves the ref out of the way and grabs Jayson by the hair. He drags Jayson to the table he set up near the ring apron. Sandman sets up for a powerbomb but Jayson scrambles to grabs the top rope to save himself! Jayson manages to get lose and as soon as Sandman turns around Jayson cracks him with a back kick to the bridge of the nose! Sandman stumbles back grabbing at his beak and Jayson goes to springboard back at him but Sandman runs out of the way! Jayson is able to stop himself and instead runs across the apron and dives off and catches Sandman with a diving ddt off the apron! Sandmans head spikes off the mat as Jayson suddenly pops up to his feet and yells loud as he starts gettting fired up!}Vasco Dias: Where did Jayson find this energy? Terri Morasco: He has one of the biggest hearts around! {Sandman is already up to all fours trying to shake off the effect and Jayson runs over and hits a running knee to the side of Sandmans head! Sandman rolls over back toward the table and Jayson runs over and tries to pull Jason to his feet to maybe roll him in the ring. But Sandman tries to elbow out! Sandman goes for a lariat but Jayson ducks under and nails the RIBKRACKER! Sandman bounces up and lands flat on the table! Jayson sees where Sandman landed and he immediately starts climbing to the top rope! He looks down at Sandman on the table on the floor and then the sold out crowd. He shrugs his shoulders and screams!}Jayson Matthews: LETS GO BANANAS!!!! {The crowd pop as Jayson launches off the top rope with a beautiful shooting star press to the outside through the table but Sandman MOVES AT THE LAST SECOND! Jayson crashes through the table in a terrible wreck!}Terri Morasco: Oh no! What a terrible time for no one to be home! Jayson crashes and burns through the table to the floor. Vasco Dias: That's high risk for you. Sometimes it doesn't work out. Terri Morasco: He isn't moving. The medic is check-HEY! {Sandman does not give them any chance to check and he drags Jayson up by the hair and rolls him into the ring as the ref yells at Sandman. He shoves him and the ref yells again but Sandman says no DQ and gets back into the ring. Sandman laughs as Jayson is trying to stand on super wobbly legs and stumbles around a bit as if he was drunk. Sandman comes walking in and Jayson lands a lucky palm strike right to the jaw. Jayson gets another shot and another and Jayson suddenly lands another RIBKRACKER and Jayson hooks the leg! 1...2….Sandman gets the shoulder up and Jayson gets to his feetvas he signals for his finisher!}Terri Morasco: Jayson is looking for the Jayson Matthews Experience if he can hit it…. Vasco Dias: Yeah right. {Jayson let's it rip but Sandman dodges it! Jayson lands on the ground and Sandman quickly gets to a mount position and just starts hammering him blows to the head. Sandman then grabs his kendo stick.}Terri Morasco: Try ashe might, Jayson just can't get the advantage over the bigger man. Vasco Dias: It's physics, Terri. Laws of nature. {Jayson tries to get up but her catches three hard kendo stick strikes to the ribs and head each and Jayson goes down like a sack of bricks. The ref goes to check on Jayson and Sandman yells at him to count.}Terri Morasco: he could pin him but he wants that ten count victory. Vasco Dias: The ref is giving him attitude about it. Maybe the ref should do his job! {Jayson starts trying to get up at around 8 and the ref is trying to check on him but Sandman grabs him and drills him with The Long Drop and the Quick Stop!}Terri Morasco: That brutal stalling brain buster! Vasco Dias: Just stay down Jayson….it's not worth this beating! {Jayson is busted open and laying on the ground as the ref starts his count again.}Terri Morasco: Just pin him! He won't stay down! Vasco Dias: The ref is trying to tell him that! {Again Jayson tries to pull himself up. His eyes glazed over and blood spilling down his face.}Terri Morasco: The ref should check him that's not the normal fight in Jayson's eyes. Vasco Dias: How can he even see? {Jayson tries to get up and Sandman shakes his head and Sandman drops him right on the top of his head again and this time covers his chest with his hands. 1….2…..Jayson simply rolls to his stomach and just lays there! Sandman looks up furious at the ref who looks a little scared! Sandman grabs the ref by the collar and punches him right in the face. The ref goes lights out and Sandman grabs his kendo stick again and keeps it ready as soon as he tried to get back up!}Terri Morasco: He could seriously injure him out here! We need some order! Vasco Dias: Okay yeah, someone should stop him! {Suddenly Tyler Jacobs comes running out to the ring dressed in a ref shirt!}Vasco Dias: Hey he isn't a ref! He's a journalist! Terri Morasco: Looks like he's saying he's the new ref, Vasco! {Sandman glares at Tyler and goes to go after him but Jayson manages to snatch Sandman down with the help of a shove from Tyler and Jayson gets a school boy! Tyler counts the pin! 123! Perfect Mistake by 311 starts playing.}Vasco Dias: Hey! Fast count! Tyler just fast counted Sandman! Terri Morasco: That's what Sandman gets! Jayson is still the champ!!! Vasco Dias: Tyler isn't even a ref!!! {Jayson just lays in the ring motionless as a furious Sandman glares at Tyler Jacobs who calls for the bell.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner….and STILL IWF INVICTUS CHAMPION...Jays-- {She is interrupted as a furious Sandman attacks Tyler Jacobs! Sandman locks in the Drown in Styx ( Dragon Clutch) and chokes out Tyler as security try to separate them. After a few moments they finally do and Sandman stomps up the ramp in anger!}Vasco Dias: Sandman got screwed here tonight! He isn't going to happy about this! If you thought he was bad before….Daddy is pissed! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Think Again Snowflake...”
---------------------------------------------------------- {“Remember The Name” hits the speakers in the stadium and out to a rousing ovation is Derek Brooks who surveys the massive amounts of people in front of him to celebrate the occasion that is Freedom Fight Night. He makes his way down to the ring and goes straight for a microphone.}Derek Brooks: In this world, there’s two choices, you can either strike from the shadows like a punkass bitch, or you can look the person in front of you in the mouth and punch them right in the face. Sixteen years ago, a bunch of terrorist pricks decided to be a bunch of pussies and strike from the shadows causing a lot of devastation, and a lot of grief right here in this very city. The heartbreak was felt throughout this great country, and like the men and women we are, we looked our enemy in the face after their cowardice attacks and we said “Listen and listen good you stupid sons of bitches. We’re coming for you, and we’re taking you out, no if ands or buts about it because we’re America God damn it and if you fuck with us, you’re sure as hell going to pay for it! {There’s a huge ovation and a “USA” chant breaks out throughout the stadium. Derek waits for it to subside.}Derek Brooks: And sure enough, to this day, the men and women of the Armed Forces are kicking ass and taking names left and right, enabling people like me to stand here in front of you and do what I love to do in this ring...for all of you. {Another huge cheer is set off.}Derek Brooks: WHICH BRINGS ME TO TONIGHT! {He turns to the entranceway and motions to “Bring It”.}Derek Brooks: Jimmy Gilmore, Happy Gilmore, whatever the hell you’re calling yourself, bring yourself, the Bigfoot, and the bitch with walking sticks down to this ring so you can get the biggest ass kicking you’ve ever been given in your entire life! {The crowd is buzzing when the image of Lindsey Grawn appears on Yankee Stadium's massive center field videoboard, much to Derek Brooks' and the crowd's chagrin. We see her standing inside the office of James Gilmore, in his Corpus Christi, Texas villa, next to a large black tarp that is covering something that spans the height of his personal bookshelf.}Lindsey Grawn: Listen here...MY fellow Imperials! {The Bronx crowd continues jeering as we see Lindsey pacing around the room on-screen, wagging her finger whilst sticking out her tongue to add insult to injury.}Lindsey Grawn: I know what you're thinkin' Derek...that we were gonna actually BE in the Bronx to accept your challenge right in front of your miserable kisser! But...since we ain't stupid enough to fall into your little temper tantrum trap, we AIN'T THERE! However...I do have some good news for y'all. Since you're all bent outta shape, since you're actin' like a spoiled little Democrat who still can't get over Hillary getting her ass kicked by a 70-year-old outsider, my Candidate James Gilmore and I--after due consultation--have decided to accept your challenge...for Extreme Endurance! {The crowd cheers, knowing that they are getting their Gilmore-Brooks match at the PPV.}Lindsey Grawn: But y'all think I'm just gonna make up a stipulation outta thin air, think again! With that in mind, I would like to introduce y'all to...the All-American WHEEL OF FORTUNE!! {Lindsey pulls off the black tarp, revealing a massive wheel with a red, white, and blue border all around and 24 distinct wedges, most of which have an envelope attached to them along with some match stipulations, like "LOSER WEARS A DRESS" or "LOSER LEAVES IWF." There's also a few "gag" spaces thrown in for good measure, including the classic "Bankrupt" or "Lose A Turn" ones ripped from the famous game show.}Lindsey Grawn: This here wheel Derek...will be the mechanism that controls your destiny! I will spin this wheel, and whatever space it lands on, that will be the stipulation you get when you take on my Candidate at Extreme Endurance! Think about it Derek, long and hard! 'Cuz my sweet chicken little, below the stipulations, there are envelopes attached, and these envelopes contain GREAT rewards for the winner--like THIS, for example! {We see the image on the screen change to stock footage of a white Cadillac Escalade driving down a country road, somewhere in America's heartland, as the crowd "ohhs" and "ahhs" at the sight. The video changes back to Lindsey, who shows off her classic shit-eating grin.}Lindsey Grawn: You could win a wonderful cash prize! You could win a brand-new Cadillac! The rewards are plentiful in them envelopes, BUT...you have to go through my Candidate, James Gilmore! And if your impulsive little mind thinks that I'm gonna spin this here wheel now so you can get what ya want right away...THINK AGAIN, SNOWFLAKE! Ya see, freedom ain't freedom without hard work or patience...and since you have NEITHER of those qualities, then you ain't free to make us do DIDDLY-POO!!! {The crowd boos as Lindsey cackles with glee over the terrible rhyme.}Lindsey Grawn: So why don't you, Derek, go sit in the corner like a good l'il boy and THINK about how you're gonna fare against Mr. Gilmore at the upcomin' pay-per-view. 'Cuz we ain't gonna be spinnin' this Wheel...'til NEXT WEEK!! And that, ladies and gents, is NOT fake news! But for now, from Corpus Christi, Texas take care, God bless America...and see y'all later. {The fans continue jeering as Lindsey's face on the videoboard cuts off, ending the transmission. Derek looks on in disgust, shaking his head before bringing the microphone up to his lips.}Derek Brooks: So that’s how you want to do things. {He nods.}Derek Brooks: Have it your way. Next week, you better spin that wheel from that stupid little office of yours, because if you bring it to Sacrifice next week, I’m gonna break it over Bigfoot’s head, and stick each half up BOTH...YOUR POMPOUS ASSES! {He flips the mic, a loud thud echoing as “Remember the Name” hits again and he leaves the ring as we go to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Mr. Happy
---------------------------------------------------------- Vasco Dias: "Ladies and gents we have a treat for you tonight! A huge returning superstar, The Wrestling Machine, NIGHTHAWK!" Terri Morasco: "The internet has been buzzing for weeks now, but you can feel the electricity in the crowd." Vasco Dias: "His return last week was unprecedented, but tonight we get his first singles match!" {The camera sweeps over the crowd, many of which are wearing Master of 1,000 Holds, Wrestling Hero, or just clutching Nighthawk Returns signs.}Vasco Dias: "Speak of the devil and he shall appear." {The camera swoops over from the crowd to the stage, as "Mr Happy" by ICP, staggering out from behind the curtain, the Clown Prince of Dumbassery raises his hands in the air, clutching a bottle of Faygo root beer in either hand. Shaking his left hand, he spikes the bottle into the ground sending it flying like a delicious rocket of cheap soda into the crowd, showering the IWF audience in his fizzy, sticky juice. Popping the other one, Mr. Happy begins to strut down to the ring, hopping up the ring steps he begins to make jerk off motions with the bottle, as he forces the bottle closed, shooting the root beer into the air and in his mouth. He hops into the ring, pouring the rest of it into his mouth, over his face, and onto the ring canvas. The ref tries to pat him down, checking for foreign objects, but Mr. Happy forces the referee's head into his crotch, making it look like a blowjob. The referee jerks his head away, giving Mr. Happy a mean look.}Vasco Dias: "Well, Happy seems to be in rare form today..." Terri Morasco: "You have to imagine, hearing he's gonna be taken on The hero himself, Nighthawk, Mr. Happy is gonna raise his game to the next level." Vasco Dias: "That sounds disgusting and entertaining..." {The lights in the sold out arena dim, the fans are all on their feet before the music can cue.}IWF Crowd: "NIGHT-HAWK! NIGHT-HAWK! NIGHT-HAWK!" Terri Morasco: "LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!" {Tristam's "I Remember (Spartan X Intro)" hits the loudspeakers, and the fans begin to shake the arena with chants. Stepping out from the back, in his trademark duster. Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp. He can't help but smile, as he looks out into the crowd. He takes the moment in, as he begins walking down the steps, giving fans at the barricade high fives, and fist bumps. He stops f or a moment, leaning into the crowd to take a selfie with a young fan, before patting the kid on the head. He stops for a moment, staring at the ring, slapping his face a few times. The once face of joy and excitement has rolled over to pure iced focus. He quickly ascends the steps, before climbing up to the turnbuckle. If you thought the fans couldn't get any louder, you'd be dead wrong. It feels like a riot if excitement is about to happen. He looks around for a moment, even with his focus going on, Nighthawk takes a deep breath before hopping into the ring. He wiggles his left leg a bit, keeping it loose. Looking up, he slowly removes his duster, handing it to a ring side attendant. The referee walks over, and Nighthawk lifts his arms up allowing himself to be searched.}Vasco Dias: "Sweet mercy, listen to these people..." Terri Morasco: "I can barely hear myself think." Vasco Dias: "He looks ready, how much ring rust was he able to shake off last week?" {Nighthawk steps to the center of the ring, eyeing Mr. Happy for a moment, Mr. Happy comes out with his big goofy smile, dark teeth breathing awful breath at Nighthawk, who doesn't budge. His eyes are like a sniper's scope, just staring into the soul of Mr. Happy. The ref gets in between the two for a moment, before ringing the bell. Nighthawk steps back a moment, as Mr. Happy shoots for a single leg take down, eyeing the left leg. But Nighthawk is fully prepared for Happy's tactics, sprawls out pushing Mr. Happy's face into the mat. Nighthawk throws a hard elbow down onto the back of Happy's head, before grabbing his arm wrenching it back quickly. Nighthawk isn't letting up, as he flips around, wrapping his hands around Happy's head putting him into a tight headlock. Mr. Happy plants his hands onto the ground lifting himself and Nighthawk up. Mr. Happy shows his strength, lifting Nighthawk up for a backdrop, but Nighthawk flips backward landing on both feet. His knee doesn't buckle but looks a little shaky. Mr. Happy turns and is turned inside out with a step up Enziguri. Nighthawk rolls over to one knee, as he soaks in the fan's noise. Happy begins sitting up, clutching the side of his head, but he isn't too comfortable for long as Nighthawk charges forward hitting a low dropkick right into the chest of the sitting Mr. Happy.}Vasco Dias: "You can check off the ring rust, Nighthawk is on fire!" Terri Morasco: "And these fans are still loud as hell, Nighthawk is gonna shoot up the merch charts!" Vasco Dias: "Not just that, but you have to look at his initial start, this is Nighthawk 2.0" {Quickly capitalizing on his series of attacks, Nighthawk rolls atop of Happy, hooking the leg. The referee slides down for the count}Referee: One....two... {Happy gets his shoulder but, instead of looking frustrated he quickly gets to his feet, dragging Mr. Happy along with him. Sending a stiff forearm shot into the side of Happy's face, he staggers him back. Nighthawk swings for another but Happy ducks and proceeds to start teeing off into the midsection. Mr. Happy begins to back Nighthawk into the corner with the blows. Once Nighthawk hits the turnbuckle, Mr. Happy proceeds to throw a hard chop. The connection echoes through the arena, but Nighthawk seems to be soaking up the pain. Happy looks confused at the fact that Nighthawk is eating the pain up. Happy throws another chop, but Nighthawk throws both of his hands up blocking the chop. Grabbing Happy by the head, he throws the clown into the corner. Nighthawk grabs the top rope before throwing a hard knee into his gut, over and over. Nighthawk isn't letting off the gas, with each strike Happy seems to be fading fast.}Vasco Dias: "Happy had a bit of offense there for a bit, but it seemed like Nighthawk was welcoming it." Terri Morasco: "I think Nighthawk is trying to test himself against Happy, he wants to see how far he can push himself." Vasco Dias: "But, if he gives Happy too much rope, Nighthawk may end up hanging himself." {Stepping out, he allows Mr. Happy to stagger forward, clutching his midsection. Nighthawk eyes Happy for a moment, before glancing at the ring ropes and then back at his opponent once more, hitting the middle ropes he springboards out grabbing Happy, hitting a springboard variation of the Dead on Time, tornado DDT. Planting Happy into the ground, who slaps hard, rolling out of the ring. Looking around, Nighthawk slowly rises to his feet as he moves to the corner. He quickly ascends it raising his arms, basking in the cheers of his fans. The arena is still shaking like from the start of the match!}Vasco Dias: "I will admit, it warms my cold, black heart to hear the fans welcome Nighthawk back." Terri Morasco: "They were surprised last week, but this week they were looking forward to this match...It's living up to full expectations." Vasco Dias: "I can't count myself a Nighthawk fan, but watching him in the ring once again reminds me of why I love wrestling." {Happy shakes off the abuse, as he picks himself up on the ring barricade. Nighthawk looks down, an air of respect in his eyes, seeing the beating Happy has taken. Nighthawk, being the competitor he is, hops out of the ring. Checking on Happy for a moment, who slaps Nighthawk's hand away and throws a hard right. Normally Happy would stumble around a little clumsy, but fighting Nighthawk has brought an unusual focus about him. The hit connects with Nighthawk's jaw, staggering the Wrestling Machine backward. Nighthawk rubs his jaw for a moment, looking up at Happy with a solemn look on his face. He returns the favor, catching Happy with a hard left hook. Happy staggers back, slapping his own painted face, he points at Nighthawk before charging forward with a clothesline. Nighthawk ducks, and as Happy turns around, he's caught right under the chin with a vicious superkick. Looking down at the fallen Happy, Nighthawk looks to the turnbuckle. The referee is shouting at him to return it to the ring, but Nighthawk points up at the top of the turnbuckle, the fans are going nuts excited at what he's about to do.}Vasco Dias: "Mr. Happy, he's surprising everyone, usually he acts like a fool, barely a wrestler...but it seems being in the same ring with the Wrestling Machine, is raising the normally goofy Clown Prince into the Clown King!" Terri Morasco: "You're right Vasco, I mean usually Happy makes a mockery of wrestling with what he does out here, but tonight, he seems like he actually cares..." Vasco Dias: "But after that superkick, it's hard to tell of Happy is even still in the same building as we are..." {Nighthawk grabs the bottom rope climbing back to the apron, making his way over he slowly begins to climb the turnbuckle. He gives his left knee a slap, before wiggling it slightly. Nighthawk is on the top turnbuckle, he looks down at Mr. Happy, who is still laid out from the pin point superkick. Nighthawk adjusts himself turning his back to Happy. He closes his eyes for a moment, before pointing into the crowd. He launches himself backward into a Gravity Killer, the double rotation moon sault! He impacts hard on top of Mr. Happy, as he rolls back into the barricade. Happy is clutching his stomach as he crawls away in agony now from the vicious impact. Both men are down, as Nighthawk is clutching his stomach from the high drop impact.}Vasco Dias: "By sweet merciful Jesus, did you see that rotation?!" Terri Morasco: "The Gravity Killer! One of the most electrifying and athletic moves in Wrestling today!" Vasco Dias: "A lot of people think Nighthawk is a brutal striker and a tough mat wrestler, but his agility and athleticism know no bounds!" {The referee begins counting, as he looks down at both men. Nighthawk looks up, as the fans are patting him on the shoulders. On their feet once more after seeing the Gravity Killer. Nighthawk pushes himself to his feet, a little dazed from the big move. He looks at the referee, who is at a five count. Looking at the ring, and then back at Mr. Happy, he reaches down grabbing Happy by the back of the head and goes to toss him back into the ring. But Happy throws an elbow into his stomach. Happy grabs Nighthawk and throws him into the ring post. Nighthawk's head bounces off of the metal post as Happy rolls him into the ring. Trying to keep his momentum alive, Happy rolls in after him. Looking around, Happy has a wave of momentum, looking down at Nighthawk who is clutching his forehead. Happy leans down wrapping his arms around Nighthawk, before showing incredible strength lifting him up in a bearhug. Happy squeezes as Nighthawk lets out a grunt of pain as he's pinned in the submission hold.}Vasco Dias: "Mr. Happy is gonna squeeze the life outta him!" Terri Morasco: "It only takes a moment, and it looks like Happy is fired up!" Vasco Dias: "He's gonna pop Nighthawk like a zit." {In a rare display of aggression, Happy squeezes Nighthawk tightly, as Nighthawk lets out a scream of pain. Charging forward Happy slams Nighthawk into the corner. Backing out, Happy keeps his grip tight in the bear hug as we see Nighthawk beginning to fade. The referee checks him, getting no initial response he lifts Nighthawk's hand into the air, it falls limp. The referee grabs the hand once more lifting it up and lets it go, but this time it stops midway, as Nighthawk's eyes pop open and he throws a hard forearm, then a headbutt, and another forearm. Happy is forced to let go. Nighthawk shakes off the pain as he charges to the ropes to get moment, he comes back going to attack Happy, but Happy grabs him once more into a bear hug, squeezing tightly. Hawk finds himself pinned away, but Happy decides to try to end it now, as he hits a vicious belly-to-belly suplex.}Vasco Dias: "Nighthawk manages to stay strong, but...oh god, that impact, Happy landed his entire weight into that belly to belly." Terri Morasco: "Nighthawk won't die...don't dare count him out just yet." {Happy hooks a leg, going for a pinfall. The referee slides down to count the pin.}Referee: One...two... {Nighthawk gets his shoulder up, shaking his head fighting through the pain that has been inflicted. Happy drops an elbow strike before he glances his painted face at the turnbuckle. Pushing himself up, Happy drags Nighthawk towards the corner positioning him. Happy begins to ascend the turnbuckle, steadying himself at the top.}Vasco Dias: "Oh god. Mr. Happy is gonna put it away here with the Happy-Go-Round, shooting star press!" Terri Morasco: "Get up! Get up Nighthawk!" IWF Fans: "NIGHT-HAWK! NIGHT-HAWK! NIGHT-HAWK!" {Nighthawk's body reacts to the fans chants, as he leaps to his feet all of a sudden bumping into the ropes knocking Happy down, who's in no man's land now. Nighthawk looks at Happy for a moment, his eyes lighting up with inspiration. He forces Happy around, so he's seated backward on the top rope. Nighthawk grabs the ropes next to the turnbuckle, springboarding himself into the air. Nighthawk grabs Happy by the back, crucifix rolling him slamming him into the mat. Nighthawk keeps it locked, and rolling himself and Happy over locking in the Hangman's Clutch!}Vasco Dias: "Jesus! How did Nighthawk think of that!" Terri Morasco: "This has to be the end! The Hangman's Clutch is one of the most devastating submission moves in wrestling today!" Vasco Dias: "Look, I think Mr. Happy is tapping!" {Nighthawk has the Hangman's clutch locked in tightly, he lets out a battle cry, keeping the hold in tight. Happy is letting out screams of pain, trying to fight through it. Mr. Happy has a large pain threshold, but he has no way out of the painful hold. Happy slaps barely able to give submit.}Vasco Dias: "He's done it! Nighthawk picks up his first singles win since returning!" Terri Morasco: "Listen to that crowd!" {Nighthawk lets go of the hold as soon as Happy submits, he hops to his feet. The referee grabs Nighthawk's hand, lifting it into the air in victory. Looking around, Nighthawk climbs onto the ropes raising his arm as the fans go nuts for their hero. Happy rolls out of the ring, as Nighthawk has his moment.}Vasco Dias: "I got to admit, I'm an asshole...but seeing Nighthawk competing in the ring...This is why I love this business." Terri Morasco: "I have to agree with you Vasco, we don't get a lot of happy moments around here...but Nighthawk coming back home...we needed it!" IWF Fans: "YOU STILL GOT IT! YOU STILL GOT IT! YOU STILL GOT IT!" ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Steve...This Is Your Life - Where Are You!?”
---------------------------------------------------------- {Steve bursts through a door, as the wood splinters, the camera zooms on Steve in the doorway. He staggers a bit, his face growing a bit white as he walks around the make shift locker room. Pictures of major life events that involved Mandi and himself had been sliced and diced, his face cut out and pictures of Xavier had filled 'em. Steve rips down the pictures, which causes the lights to go out. The sound of a projector is heard, as a screen begins playing.}Xavier Cross: "You've found the first room. A lot of good memories in this room Steve...Moments you wasted. The thing about you Steve is you, like everyone else dedicated themselves to this business...but you, you had a particular way. Everyone's best friend, it's hard to find a word to say bad about you...Unless you're in love with Steve Awesome. How many of these memories were you sober for, that you had come home smelling of another woman, or another bottle of booze. You have your vices Steve, but you ain't no Danny." {The projection shifts to Steve Awesome at bars, goofing off backstage with the boys, entering various hotels with different women. The good old days. The screen cuts for a moment, but Xavier is back on the wall.}Xavier Cross: "She loved you Steve, but all you did was run...run away like a scared child. When things got too real Steve, where were you.... You were never there for her when she needed you. But you were there for me, when Cari died...." {Cross turns his back to the camera, as Steve tries to absorbed any information he can.}Xavier Cross: "You had a chance to have everything Steve, success, happiness, but you threw it all away because you were scared of commitment. You had a wonderful family, but you chose to put them on the back burner. You know what it's like to have everything taken from you by a vengeful god? Cari is dead, and I've been raising three kids by myself! Mandi has taken care of your daughter, by herself. Where are you, Steven! You aren't here...WHERE ARE YOU?!" {The projector goes white, as Steve is standing in the picture, his shadow illuminated on the wall as he looks around for another clue.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Maxine Valentine vs Crystal Millar
---------------------------------------------------------- “Amazing Grace! How sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me .I once was lost but now am found ,Was blind but now I see” {The Last line of the first verse starts to tone down through minor key and into a dirge as ‘The Wolf’ By Fever Ray starts to pay , and out stalks Maxine, Gas mask on her face, walking slowly to the ring and head bowed, even as the lights flicker red and green as she climbs the apron , eventually the mask is removed as she climbs in the ring and stalks her prey from side to side Rowan seeming to appear from nowhere to clamber up the apron and take Max’s Gas mask off the turnbuckle}Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen now inside the ring standing at Six Feet and Weighing in at 270 Pounds fighting out of Arklay Missouri, MAXIIIINE VALENTINE! Terri Morasco: The last time was saw Maxine in a ring in competition she was being carried out by Rowan and Dean and now she’ s seems to have joined them and Caleb Lockwood in some sort of Unholy alliance, She shouldn’t even be walking! Never mind wrestling! Vasco Dias: The IWF Staff cleared her Terri, we’ve seen people come back from a lot worse.. Terri Morasco: In less than Six months? 5 4 3 2 1 THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!! {“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. Before turning on Max and charging the Bigger woman down to start throwing fore arms, Max is backed up to the ropes before pushing off Crystal who rolls up and leaps at Max catching her with a vicious shot before using the momentum to push Max off to the ropes sending her staggering back again with a drop kick and Max ends up tied up in the ropes!}Terri Morasco: Crystal Miller looking the avenge the absolute savaging she got at the hands of Max the last time! Vasco Dias: Valentine’s playing with her food again. {Crystal measures Max up and takes off for the opposite ropes, untangling the woman with a huge drop kick! Celebrating as Max drops to her backside Crystal is quick to Capitalise with a snapping Leg Drop taking a minute to step over and wait for Max to get ups as she bounces on the Apron challenging Max to get up before Leaping at Max to try and hit a Springboard Hurricanrana, Max however sets her weight md turn and holds on pausing to lift Crystal upwards towards the Powerbomb position, Crystal however uses the reverse momentum to slide herself into the air and pop her legs out and Plant Max with a DDT! Once again Popping to her feet to show out to the crowd}Vasco Dias: There goes Crystal, being Crystal Terri Morasco: She should be capitalizing! {Crystal having Max in position vaults over her and then hits the ropes to drop a SMELL THE ROSES on Max she covers!}ONE!! TWO!! KICKOUT! {Crystal looks at the ref even as Max slowly sits up and looks at Crystal who locks eyes with Max and pushes the ref to one side to hit the ropes, Max is up to her feet to pass Crystal Off and catches Crystal coming back for a Sidewalk slam, Crystal uses the momentum to sing around onto Max’s shoulder and try to swing around for another DDT! Max catches Crystal and pushes Crystal into the air so she lands on her feet before plowing through her with a big boot as her feet hit the floor Max stand sup with a smile and moves to pick Crystal with one hand around the throat Before picking Crysta l up and Face planting her with DON’T LOOK DOWN Max rolls Crystal over with a single foot cover}ONE!! TWO!! THR – KICK OUT!! {Max rolls her eyes a little annoyed and stomps on Crystal a bit a before picking her up again, Crystal throws a few Punches and pops free to connect as Max’s head with the Flashing Lights, Max drops to a knee and Crystal makes for the ropes to launch into a Springboard Moonsault Max Catches Crystal and stands firm even as Crystal Wriggles and Max to stop that Rises a Knee sharply into Crystal’s shoulder and neck area as she pulls Crystal’s head down turning towards the Corner Smirks}Terri Morasco: You call this Playing with your food?! Vasco Dias: I call this Maxine deciding Enough is enough {Max charges with Crystal into the Turnbuckle before turning around smoothly and Finishing Off the KARAMBIT! Max doesn’t Pin Crystal using the momentum of her slam to roll up into a corner Zelda shouts encouragement at Crystal, moving up towards Max’s ankles only to catch Rowan just stood there staring her down}Vasco Dias: That’s it Rowan! Keep her honest! {Max signals with a sudden deafening and heartfelt Roar Taking off from the corner and Turning Crystal Inside Out with a RIASTAD! Max rolls over and covers Crystal Smoothly}ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Alison Valance: Here is your winner MAXINE VALENTINE! {Maxine takes a moment to Stand tall pulling Crystal’s up to show her off like a trophy as Rowan Joins her and “the Wolf” by Fever Ray starts to play before Rowan Raises Maxine’s hand, the Red Smoke arrives with flashing lights… and then the ring is empty}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”What’s Next?”
---------------------------------------------------------- {As Nighthawk sits down in the interview area at Yankee Stadium, his eyes alight with joy at being back in the ring doing what he loves, Maria Iniesta takes the seat opposite him. Clad in a black Bad Brains t-shirt, his blue-and-orange ring gear, and black mid-top wrestling shoes, the "Wrestling Machine" smiles warmly at Maria.} Maria Iniesta: "Nighthawk, thank you for taking the time for this interview. I think the first question I have to ask, and the question on the minds of the IWF audience, is this: What are you looking forward to doing now that you came back?" Nighthawk: "There is one overarching thing, Maria. One thing that got me through three months of nearly round the clock rehab. Revenge on Spike Kane. After that..... I have lots to prove. I have titles to win, tournaments to win. But for right now, for right this moment, revenge is all I can think about. Thank you for asking." Maria Iniesta: "Speaking of championships, I think it's fair to ask this: Your friends, Andrew Jacobsen and Jayson Matthews, hold the championships at the moment. What would you do if you became a contender to one of those?" Nighthawk: "The easiest question I've been asked in a long time, Maria, is this. They're my friends. They visited me in the hospital when I was laid up sick. I am never going to betray that friendship by asking for a title shot. But should the day come that I win the Joker in the Pack, or the Roulette, or the Heir to the Throne, and my friends are still champions, I will cross that bridge when I come to it." Maria Iniesta: "Thank you for your time, Nighthawk." Nighthawk: "Thank you, Maria." {The scene fades and we go to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Steve...This Is Your Life - Swear Yourself To Me”
---------------------------------------------------------- {As we come back from the commercial, a metal door is thrown open, as Steve pops into the Boiler Room. Both arms up ready for a fight, but open the door has started a record player. The classic, "It's all over but the crying." By the Ink Spots begins playing. Steve raises a brow.}Steve Awesome: "ENOUGH GAMES CROSS! COME OUT!" {He rushes down the steps, looking around the boiler room following the sound of the record player. He comes upon a king sized bed, made up. A broken replica New Championship Wrestling title is laid on the center of the bed, red lipstick painted over it reading 'Goldie'. Steve tilts his head, as he picks up the belt trigger the record player to scratch, as Xavier's voice fills the room once more.}Xavier Cross: "Think about all the pain you've caused Steve, all in pursuit of becoming the greatest. You should take one of those golden shards from that title belt and slice your wrists. End everyone's misery from your ignorant bliss. But if you choose to carry on...Let's talk about the people you have hurt...men far better than you." {Steve holds the title in his hand, as a picture falls out from behind the cracks. We see it's a polaroid of Andrea Jacobsen.}Xavier Cross: "There is hazing in this business, it happens. It creates a brotherhood...But what you did to Andrew Jacobsen. It may have been the worst thing possible. You fucked his mother, and then buried him with the help of New Championship Wrestling management. A kid with a bright young future, a bright eyed, full of smiles..He is too good for this business, for people like us Steven...Even after all the shit you put that kid through, he still stood up for you..." {Steve turns his head, a printed out screen shot of a twitter post from Andrew Jacobsen, shortly after Cross 'kidnapped' Mandi.}Xavier Cross: "He's too nice for this business, he won't do what needs to be done about scum like us...I could take a moment, to reflect on the ties that bind. You are part of the reason The Council exists. To burn scum like you down, to prevent any more burials of good kids...I won't let another Jacobsen happen. I let these things happen, I joked about these things because I was in a safe spot. But I realized more and more, how much it breaks my heart. This kid just wanted to fit in Steve and look what you did. You can say you're sorry till your blue in the face. But Andrew, he'll forgive you in a heartbeat...That's just how fucking good he is.." {We hear a shuttering in Cross's voice.}Xavier Cross: "Men like you and I, we will pay for our sins...But I will make sure to carve every sin you've ever committed in that pretty little face of yours...But alas, I don't think I could love anyone, the way I love you, Steven...You are my brother...So I'll give you one more chance to redeem yourself.. There is a hotel, just on the outskirts of town. Second floor, room 225. You come there, take a knee, and swear yourself to me. I'll make sure Mandi is taken care of, and you can help me do that...It isn't too late to do good, Steve..." {The record begins playing again, as Steve is visibly shaken. Clutching the broken pieces of the world title, his hands bleeding from being cut by the shards of metal. Rubbing his eyes, he takes a deep breath before rushing out of the boiler room}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Will Fenell vs Caleb Lockwood
---------------------------------------------------------- "Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba. You pussy @#$! finna make me kill one a y'all" {We hear the opening intro for Atlanta's own T.I "Hurt" come over the P.A. system. We see the Redneck Rampage banner across the tron as the house lights dim a bit and a red and white hue takes over the arena. One half of the Brothers Fenell, Will comes walking out from behind the curtain he's nodding his head with the beat of the song and flashes his grill at the fans as he walks down the ramp way.}Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the A-T-L, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the Pitbull, Will Fenell! Terri Morasco: Will Fenell issued this challenge for tonight, and he certainly looks like a man ready for a battle here. Vasco Dias: One of the loudest mouths in IWF. We were so blessed with his silence for so long. Have I sinned, O Lord? Terri Morasco: ...YES. {Will roll's into the ring flashes his grill once more then goes to his corner bouncing from foot to foot before bending down like a catcher behind home plate but resting his arms on his legs and waits for the opening bell of the match.}Alison Valance: And his opponent... {A roaring scream pierces the air, and as the crunching guitars of "Rise, Rebel, Resist" play Caleb Lockwood stalks out onto the stage, eyes fixed on the ring as he licks his lips idly. He stalks down to the ring, hands clenching and unclenching as his eyes shift back and forth to scan the crowd.}Alison Valance: Representing the Pack, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 168 pounds, Caleb Lockwood! Terri Morasco: The first time we've seen Caleb Lockwood in action on Sacrifice in over four years. Ring rust HAS to be a question, Vasco. Vasco Dias: Look at him. Look at the look in his eyes. If there's ring rust, hiding underneath it is a hunger we've never seen before. This is going to get ugly before it gets pretty. {As he approaches the ring, Caleb slides into the ring, rolling to the side and coming up in a crouch. His eyes never stop moving as he backs into the corner of the ring, cracking each of his joints in turn and waiting for the match to start.}Terri Morasco: A big showcase opportunity for both men, here at Freedom Fight Night! Let's get to the action! {The bell rings, and the two men slowly advance on each other, Caleb staring holes in Will as the Atlanta native talks trash a mile a minute at his opponent. The two close until they're forehead-to-forehead, Will still talking, and Caleb simply shoves him back with both hands, beckoning Will in. Will obliges, firing a forearm shiver into Caleb's jaw! Caleb's head snaps back, but he looks back into Will's eyes, grinning and nodding before responding with a forearm of his own! Will stumbles back, charging in with a forearm shot, and Caleb ducks underneath, hitting the ropes and coming off with a flying forearm to Fenell! Caleb quickly mounts Will, raining frenzied punches down on him, but Will's size advantage lets him roll over, returning the shots. Caleb slips underneath and out of the ring, stalking over to the post to briefly confer with Rowan MacDonnough, who has appeared as if out of nowhere.}Vasco Dias: GODDAMMIT! HOW DOES SHE DO THAT?! Terri Morasco: A quick, brawling start to this contest, and the leader of the Pack here at ringside giving some advice to her newest recruit, Caleb Lockwood. Still trying to find a pace between these two. I don't expect it to stay slow for long. {Caleb slides back into the ring, and Will beckons him in, calling for a lockup. They lock up, and the much larger Fenell quickly snares Caleb in a side headlock. Caleb fires elbows into Will's ribs, driving point-first and forcing Fenell to break his grip slightly. Caleb squirms out of the hold, transitioning swiftly into a Thai clinch, and begins firing repeated knees to the face of the Atlanta Pitbull, driving him back into the corner. Caleb pushes him up into the turnbuckles, switching to body shots, and batters Will down into a seated position, stomping away at him a few times before running to the ropes and looking for a running kick...only for Will to spring up at the last second and drive him into the turnbuckles with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Will rolls into the cover!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Lockwood showing that determination of his, but Will Fenell proving that there may be no finer master of suplexes than him on the roster with that overhead belly-to-belly. Vasco Dias: Lockwood gives up almost forty-five pounds in this matchup, so Will's already deceptive strength is just amplified here. He's going to be doing a lot of flinging, I can tell. {Will drags Caleb up to his feet, but Caleb staggers him with a series of forearms to the gut. The smaller man hits the ropes, but Will's right there to meet him with an arm drag, quickly securing an armbar. Will wrenches on the hold, bearing down on the smaller man, and Caleb struggles again, flailing and twisting in his attempts to escape. He kips up, still in the armbar, and tries to use the momentum to escape the hold, but Will holds on, switching up the hold to a quarter-nelson, and quickly locks in a half-nelson with the other arm, snapping back and spiking Caleb on his head with the HALF AND HALF! Fenell bridges the hold!
ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT BY LOCKWOOD! Will pounds the mat in frustration, shaking his head.}Terri Morasco: Again, the size and technical expertise of Will Fenell are keeping him in firm control here. It looks like Caleb may have bitten off more than he can chew. Vasco Dias: He's shown those flashes of offense, but Fenell is just so good at controlling the pace. We've seen it time and again, and I think that ring rust you were talking about is just too thick here. {Caleb stumbles to his feet, and Will beckons him in, ducking under a wild swing and hooking him for the ODE TO ANGLE! NO! Caleb slips out the back, rearing back and delivering a crushing superkick to the side of Will's knee! Fenell buckles to a kneeling position, and Caleb delivers another swift stomp to the same knee, hammering on it and grabbing the ropes to allow him to begin to deliver a series of leaping stomps to the knee! The referee steps in, forcing Caleb back, and he acquiesces, eyeing Will with a vicious, hungry smile. As Will struggles to his feet, favoring the leg Caleb was working over, Lockwood runs to the ropes, springboarding off and drilling Will behind the ear with the BEAST OF WAR! Caleb rolls into a cover, arching back as he hooks the bad leg!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Caleb shakes his head as Will kicks out, delivering a brutal slap to the jaw and screaming at him to "STAY DOWN!"}Terri Morasco: That springboard roundhouse kick nailed Will Fenell dead-on, and he just barely escaped from the three! Vasco Dias: That's what I was talking about, Terri. There's that hunger I was seeing. This is dangerous territory. {Caleb growls, watching Will stagger to his feet, and scoops him up onto his shoulder, grunting with the exertion of carrying the bigger man. He points at the far turnbuckle, charging and preparing to deliver STREET JUSTICE! But Will slips out the back, shoving Caleb chest-first into the buckles! He hits hard, rebounding out, and Will's right there to launch him with a MASSIVE German suplex that hurls Caleb so much he lands on his face! Will springs to his feet, shouting at the crowd, who roar back with him. He charges into the corner, crushing Caleb with a lariat, and catches him as he comes back out with another belly-to-belly suplex! This time, Will holds on, flipping through, and shifts his grip slightly, looking for a Northern Lights suplex! But Caleb's foot lashes out again, clipping Will's bad knee, and Fenell lowers him down again, staggering. The moment's opening is all it takes for Caleb to clamp his arm down and kick his feet out, spiking Will with the FADING HOPE DDT! He rolls into the cover, shooting the half!
ONE! TWO! THRE—ANOTHER KICKOUT! The Yankee Stadium crowd cheer for the survival of their chosen favorite, and Caleb pounds the mat, shaking his head furiously. He exhales, running a hand through his hair, and backs up, beckoning for Will to begin to stand.}Terri Morasco: Will Fenell kicking out AGAIN! But this is a bad place for him to be. Caleb looks like he's signaling for that Curb Stomp, and if he hits it, that's game over! Vasco Dias: He wants blood, and I think he's gonna get it. Bite the concrete, Pitbull! {Will pushes up off the mat, a glassy look in his eyes, and Caleb breaks out in a feral grin, running the ropes and leaping for the CURB STOMP! NO! Will springs up to his feet, catching a leaping Lockwood in an electric chair position, and the fans roar as Will gives a knowing smirk to the camera, reaching back to hook Caleb for the ONE WINGED DIRTY BIRD!}Terri Morasco: WHAT A COUNTER! HE'S GOT HIM! Vasco Dias: NOT YET! {But Caleb flails again, driving hammerfist after hammerfist down into the crown of Will's skull! Will stumbles on the bad leg, struggling to maintain his balance, and Caleb uses the opening to snap up to a full sitting position and flow through with the POISON PILL reverse frankensteiner, drilling Will's head into the mat once more! Will hits hard and flips through onto his knees before flopping face-first in the center of the ring. Caleb backs up again, growling, and this time when Will pushes up to his hands and knees, he hits the ropes and leaps with authority, drilling Will's face into the mat with the CURB STOMP! Caleb rolls Will over, sitting back on his chest and yanking the good leg back to hook the cover!
ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings, and "Rise, Rebel, Resist" plays to an avalanche of boos as Caleb looks around at the crowd.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Caleb Lockwood! Terri Morasco: A great show of skill and resiliency from Will Fenell here tonight, but in the end, that newfound viciousness of Caleb Lockwood brought victory for the Pack. Vasco Dias: That was a cold-blooded man in that ring tonight. Size disadvantage didn't matter to him. He just answered everything with more aggression. If Caleb wanted to make an impact here tonight, well, he damn sure did that. {Caleb rolls out of the ring, briefly conferring with Rowan. The two exchange a few words before Rowan bows her head, and the lights go out. When they come back up, Rowan and Caleb are gone, leaving a stirring Will Fenell alone in the ring with the referee.}Terri Morasco: The Pack showing that eerie cohesion that we've already come to know from them...these guys weird me out, Vasco. Vasco Dias: They weird you out, huh. They weird YOU out?! You have no empathy, woman. NONE! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Steve...This WAS Your Life”
---------------------------------------------------------- {The camera opens as Steve bursts into a hotel, he pushes past the desk clerk. Stopping at the elevator, he begins mashing the button. Tapping his foot for a moment, he looks towards the stairwell.}Steve Awesome: "...It's only the next floor up...but what is waiting for me..." {He pauses for a moment, before he turns away from the elevator. The bell dings, as the doors open. A plain man wearing a black tuxedo, his eyes covered by dark glasses, a strange smile on his face.}Butler: "Good evening Mister Bates, please, come with me..." {Steve looks a little off, hearing his last name but steps into the elevator regardless. The doors slowly close, as the typical elevator music is replaced by Steve's theme song.}Butler: "I hope your journey has been enlightening Mister Bates, Lord Cross has been waiting for you all evening." {Steve finally snaps, grabbing the man by the collar slamming him into the wall.}Steve Awesome: "WHERE IS HE?!" {The Butler just smiles...}Butler: "You still have one final journey Mister Bates..." {On cue the music stops, and we hear Xavier's voice once more. The elevator comes to a halt, as the doors don't open.}Xavier Cross: "Steve! So happy you could finally join us...Hopefully, you haven't run into anything to upset you. I mean a man with your past, you must have some kind of hole in your heart to not feel the misery you've caused. Of course, you're probably just a sociopath. Regardless, your final journey in this little reflection of sins...A look at what you have done right in this life...fail..." {The door slide open, in the dimly lit hallway, are multiple hooded figures, each wearing a Steve Awesome shirt from various years of wrestling. Each is holding a tablet, a video playing on everyone.}Announcer Voice: "Your winner, and NEW World Champion...XAAAAVIIIIEER WILLIAMS!" {The first video is Steve Awesome losing the NCW world title to Xavier Williams at Transgression, December 2008. The match was a violent Death Cage match that Williams was able to defeat Steve to win the NCW World Title. The camera zooms in on Steve as Xavier holds the title in the background.}Xavier Cross: "A world champion indeed! I wonder whatever happened to Xavier Williams....But you couldn't bury him Steve, or were you not that strong politically back then...it doesn't matter right?" {Steve shakes his head, moving forward, we see Xander Famularo clutching the NCW World title. Standing over the fallen Steve Awesome at Road to the Gold 2011.}Xavier Cross: "Xander was a hoss, this was before all the temper tantrums. He sure had his way with you....Another fail at defending the world title..." {Steve shakes his head, clutching his hair for a moment as he keeps walking forward. A familiar voice is heard.}Trent Helms: "Is it broke?" NCW Doctor: "It....It's shattered..." {The next video is a replaying clip of when Steve Awesome shattered Trent Helm's wrist to make a win against him easier.}Xavier Cross: "You could never measure up to what Helms brings...that is why you did it isn't it? How many people have to suffer for you to feel complete? You did this to Trent to help yourself, so can you call it love what you've done to Mandi?" {Steve's knuckles crack as he keeps walking forward. We hear another familiar voice, it's Kelly Knite.}Kelly Knite: "...I...love...Adam..." {Steve looks disgusted as he looks into the camera, seeing himself a few years ago, when he tried to steal Kelly away from Adam.}Xavier Cross: "Dejavu isn't it? What you tried to do to Adam...I successfully did to you. Steven, you are a terrible friend, a terrible lover, and a terrible human being. I see why everything is a joke to you....because if you took anything seriously, you would have overdosed years ago." {Steve gets to the end of the hallway, his face white, his hands shaking as he slowly puts his hand on the door knob, opening it we don't see what's inside, but we see Steve drop to his knees.}Xavier Cross: "You've hurt so many people in a quest to fill the void in your heart, Steve...But that hole only has grown each time. It's a vicious cycle of addiction, and it can never be broken. But Steve, you are just a man....You can be broken....this is your life, Steven Bates. But this....what was once yours..." {The camera pans around to show an empty room, a single photograph hanging in front of the doorway of a newly taken family picture of Xavier, Landon, Isabella, James, Mandi, and Lauren. Cross has his hand on Lauren's shoulder, everyone is smiling. Steve rips the photo down, as we hear a final song playing in the background.}"I love you You love me We're a happy family With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you." {Steve drops to his knees with tears in his eyes.}Steve Awesome:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! ----------------------------------------------------------
IWF DIAMONDS CHAMPIONSHIP
ABYSS MATCH
Special Guest Referee: Helena Sawyer
Pandora Freeman vs Rowan MacDonnough
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following contest is for the IWF Diamonds Championship, and is IWF’s first ever ABYSS MATCH! In this match there are no disqualifications, no count-outs, and no pinfalls. The only ways to win are by verbal declaration of surrender or knockout! {Lights come up on the ring, with the steel cell hanging a few feet off the ground, leaving just enough space for the wrestlers to enter.}Terri Morasco: I still can’t believe that Verona sanctioned this match. Vasco Dias: He let Spike Kane have the Dragon’s Den, Terri – the IWF is legendary for matches of singular brutality and dangerous potential. The Abyss Match is just another example of us being willing to go harder than any other company in the world. Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome - acting as special guest Referee: winner of the 2017 Heiress to the Throne: Helena Sawyer!! {The lights dim, and a series of twinkling blue lights begin to shine at the mouth of the entrance ramp as the intro of “Blue” by The Birthday Massacre begins to play. As the crashing guitars kick in, the stage is bathed in flickering blue lights, and Helena Sawyer slowly walks out onto the stage, a lopsided grin on her face. Instead of her usual ring attire, she is wearing a striped mockery of prison attire, just close enough to referee clothes to be recognizable. As she passes by the camera at the foot of the ramp, she snaps her jaws at the cameraman, giggling as she walks on and hops up onto the apron. Helena looks up at the ceiling, grinning ecstatically, and turns to face the crowd, hooking both arms on the top rope and throwing her body back with a piercing scream that turns into a giggle. She kicks herself backwards, flipping over the top rope, and back-rolls into a kneeling crouch, staring at the ramp for a few moments before standing and slinking to a corner. She looks up at the ceiling as the music fades, mouthing frantic words to herself as the lights come back up to normal.}Terri Morasco: Helena Sawyer is looking fired up tonight! She’s in the enviable position of being able to influence who her opponent will be at Extreme Endurance. Any thoughts on favoritism? Vasco Dias: Only a madwoman would CHOOSE to fight Rowan MacDonnough, Terri… but then again, Helena’s as crazy as they come. I think this one really is anyone’s game as far as she’s concerned. {The lights dim, Even as the Intro to the song helps to light up UV, glow sticks, people waving and bouncing before the beat drops and out from under stage Pandora rises lit up like a Christmas tree by UV , as light slowly bleeds back to the arena Pandora dances down to the ring, easily gracing movements as she slips under the steel cell, 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: Pandora still smiling even as she walks into this. You have to admire her bravery. Vasco Dias: I don’t know if I can do this. I know I’m usually the bloodthirsty one but this might be too much. Do you think maybe Rowan won’t show up? Too busy doing cult stuff? {Lights out.}Vasco Dias: Shit. {The crashing cymbals and screeching opening chord of “Red Stars” by the Birthday Massacre ring out, and red smoke billows from either side of the entranceway as Rowan MacDonnough stalks out from behind the curtain, golden eyes glinting in the red light as they shift from side to side. The stage and ramp are lit by swirling red light, but everything else remains dark. She lopes forward, unconsciously rolling her wrists as her eyes bore a hole in the air before her. The smoke seems to follow her down the ramp as she walks, reaching up and grabbing the middle rope with one hand. Rowan hauls herself up onto the apron, standing and ducking between the middle and top rope to step inside the ring. She straightens up, slowly pacing towards the center of the ring as a spiralling pattern of red light appears on the mat, and her eyes scan the crowd, head moving in a jerky, animalistic pattern.}Vasco Dias: … Well, as long as I am here, I may as well get my money’s worth. Terri Morasco: So good to see you taking a moral stand, Vasco. {Rowan slowly walks towards Helena Sawyer with the Diamonds Championship belt in hand. Her eyes gleam as she hands it to Helena, who gives Rowan a cheeky grin before putting the belt on. The crowd cheers as she turns back to them, posing with the belt as Rowan's eyes flash before the champion goes to her corner.}Vasco Dias: Looks like Helena's taken a shine to that belt! I have to admit, it looks good on her. {Alison Valance slips out under the steel cage, leaving the three women within. The lights go blood red once again as sounds of rattling chains, screams, and roaring fires fill the arena – as though someone caught a recording of hell itself. As the steel cage slams to the floor, fire shoots up from the apron, surrounding the three women in what must be a ten-foot-tall inferno. As soon as it came, however, the flames die down… but still burn just a few inches tall around the ring.}Alison Valance: Introducing first: The Challenger, weighing in at 160 pounds – from Hope, Michigan… Pandoraaaa FREEEMAAAAN!! {The crowd cheers raucously for Pandora.}Alison Valance: And in the opposite corner… weighing in at 145 pounds – from Kilkenny, Ireland she is the IWF Diamonds Champion… ROWAN MACDONNOUGH!!! {The reaction from the crowd is more mixed, but there is still a fair share of cheering. Several people in the crowd start a chant of “Rowan’s gonna kill you!” that is quickly distinctly audible throughout the arena.}Terri Morasco: A surprisingly split crowd here in Yankee Stadium. Vasco Dias: She may be a bloodthirsty madwoman, Terri, but people love cheering for a supervillain. These people came here knowing that tonight would bring bloodshed, and they know that Rowan’s going to give it to them. DING! {Rowan breaks out of her corner with explosive ferocity, charging towards Pandora with insane, reckless abandon… only for Pandora to laugh as she launches right into Rowan with a TANK GIRL knee strike! Rowan catches the full force of the impact on the jaw, and the blow sends her crashing hard to the mat. Pandora lets the momentum from the leaping strike carry her to the opposite end of the ring, holding up her hands in triumph as she beams at the crowd. Rowan slowly stands, her limbs contorted hideously as she almost seems to unfold back into a standing position. She levels a ferocious glare at Pandora before charging in again, plastering Pandora with a hard European Uppercut that sends Pandora against the ropes. Pandora hops away from the fire as Rowan comes in for what looks to be a leaping knee strike of her own, but spins away at the last minute to send Rowan tangling into the ropes.}Terri Morasco: Pandora Freeman is showing Rowan why she was Diamonds Champion! Some great offense from the IWF’s favorite party girl. Vascos Diaz: She really does seem to have Rowan’s number! These two have been enemies since they first clashed in that tag match before Night of the Immortals, and Pandora’s studying has clearly paid off. {Rowan whirls from where she’s found herself on the ropes, seeming unbothered by the fire at her heels. She moves in slowly, stalking Pandora like a wolf circling her prey while Freeman dances on the balls of her feet, looking fired up and ready for whatever Rowan has to offer. Rowan begins to laugh before slipping in quick with a low dropkick to the knee, leaving both of them on the ground. Pandora tries to keep Rowan locked down so the champion can’t take advantage of her mobility, but Rowan kicks her off before she can lock in one of her submissions. The two of them return to their feet, and Rowan springs up looking for a hurricanrana, but Pandora evades it with a Matrix dodge! Rowan tries to quickly recover, but Pandora is still more than prepared for her, and meets Rowan before she can react with the HI-HATS! As Rowan hits the mat after the final strike of the combo, the flames on the apron roar upwards in a flash!}Vasco Dias: Pandora is absolutely not holding anything back in this match, and is plastering Rowan with everything that she has as quickly as it can come out of the gate! Terri Morasco: But she can’t capitalize. One of these moves might be able to go for a pinfall or something, but that doesn’t matter in this match. Rowan can hold back and take all the punishment Pandora can deliver, and all it will do is wear Pandora out! {Rowan stands again, still laughing as Pandora finds herself breathing heavily from the exertion and the heat. She backs up, thinking to rest on the ropes to catch her breath while she has the chance, but stops short as she remembers the flames. Rowan’s laughter intensifies as she stalks towards Pandora yet again, her eyes flashing with predatory malice as her arms snap forward to grab Pandora by the sides of her head, pulling her down for repeated muay thai kicks to the face. After Pandora’s taken enough for her to be fully dizzied, she savagely throws Pandora into the corner. Pan tries to brace herself, but finds her hands right on the flames. She pulls her hand back, wincing in pain, just in time to see Rowan charging forward with a low Yakuza Kick! Pandora barely evades in time, still taking a bit of the strike as it grazes against her ear, but Rowan is now tangled up in the corner. Pandora springs off the bottom rope nearby to slam Rowan down with a leg drop, leaving the Diamonds Champion prone over not one, but two lines of fire!}Terri Morasco: I don’t care if you’re a demon, that’s GOT to hurt! {Rowan writhes in pain for a few moments as she slides out to the outside, looking down at herself to see that part of her attire is still burning. She doesn’t have time to put it out, though, as Pandora comes soaring out to meet her, now with a huge BEAT DROP to the outside! Rowan and Pandora collapse in a heap as Helena deftly makes her way out to meet them. Pandora smiles, breathing heavily at Rowan, mouthing “enough yet?” as the Champion pulls herself to her feet with the help of the steel cage. Rowan reaches up to touch her face, pulling her hand back to see glistening red blood pulled from a gash in the side of her cheek left when her face hit the steel.} Vasco Dias: Pandora Freeman is kicking Rowan’s ASS! This is incredible! Terri Morasco: That’s what it looks like… but look how heavy Pandora’s breathing. Compared to Rowan…? {Pandora gets to her feet, grinning at Rowan who is still leaning against the cage. She looks at the nearest camera, gives it a thumbs-up and a wink, and then backs up… only to surge forward fast, vaulting into a LET’S DO IT! But just before it hits the Diamonds Champion, Rowan snaps out of the way with blinding speed, and intercepts the attack with a DANCE THE SPIRAL! Pandora slams against the ground with terrible force, while Rowan lands on all fours and quickly rises back to her feet. Now on the offensive, Rowan grabs Pandora by the hair and drags her up, pinning her against the side of the cage before viciously dragging her face across the wire, using it like a cheese grater.} Vasco Dias: Somewhere, Charity Crowne just had a PTSD flashback. {Rowan drags Pandora across the full length of one of the cage walls, leaving Pandora’s face latticed with lacerations by the end of her horrific journey. Rowan drops her to the floor, leaving her propped against the corner of the cage as Rowan takes a few steps back. Pandora starts working her way back to her feet before Rowan snaps around and cracks Pandora’s face with the BALOR’S GAZE! The back of Pan’s head slaps hard into the corner post of the cage… but she doesn’t pass out! Rowan laughs again as she grabs Pandora by the throat, lifting her up while still pressing her viciously against the steel rings of the cage. Pandora smiles before spitting a mouth full of blood right into Rowan’s eyes!} Terri Morasco: Defiant to the end. Vasco Dias: She’s an idiot. She shouldn’t keep pissing Rowan off like this. {Rowan roars with fury at Pandora’s act of defiance, throwing her against the apron. Pandora’s back hits the flames, and she quickly rolls into the ring as if on instinct. Rowan stalks around the edge, glaring with hate at Pandora Freeman… before she leans down and pulls something out from under the ring.} Terri Morasco: … For the love of god, no… {Rowan has retrieved a kendo stick wrapped in barbed wire. She examines the cruel instrument of torment before leaping into the ring with renewed, savage vigor just as Pandora rises to her feet. Seeing Rowan coming at her with the cruel weapon and crueler intent, she desperately tries to get away, get out of the ring… but Rowan catches her with the kendo stick on the back of the calf, viciously raking the weapon across the thigh-highs just above the combat boots, the barbed wire easily slicing through fabric and skin alike. Pandora collapses to the ground with a shout of pain as Rowan stalks over her, positioning herself between Pandora and the edge of the ring she had been trying to escape to. Rowan steps on Pandora’s hand, crushing it under her boot, before bringing the kendo stick down hard against the small of Pandora’s back. Pandora screams again as the barbed wire leaves painful ragged cuts into her exposed flesh. The blows continue as Rowan capitalizes on Pandora’s prone position, aiming the cruel weapon at the soft tissue of the abdomen where the ribs won’t protect her.}Terri Morasco: Why doesn’t Pandora quit!? Rowan’s going to kill her if she keeps up like this! Vasco Dias: Because she’s too proud to say die. She’s trying to prove a point, and is suffering for it. {Rowan laughs as she finally tosses the bloody kendo stick aside, leaning down over the insensate Pandora Freeman. Blood is still pouring from her face as Rowan savagely kicks her in the side, rolling her dangerously close to the burning apron. Shoving her harshly to her stomach, Rowan straddles her from behind, wrenching her spine upwards and facing her towards the fire. She forces Pandora closer as the former champion regains her senses, seeing where Rowan is taking her. She tries to struggle, but Rowan has beaten too much of the strength out of her. With Pandora’s face inches from the flames, Rowan reaches under her throat and quickly locks in the EATER OF SOULS! With the submission locked in, Rowan places her other hand on the back of Pandora’s head… forcing Pandora to gaze directly into the flames and clearly readying herself to shove her face directly into the fire!}Terri Morasco: Oh my god! Rowan, no, don’t do it!! Quit, Pandora, Quit! Vasco Dias: She can’t! With the Eater of Souls locked in Pandora can’t use her mouth! This… I think Rowan PLANNED this! {As Pandora futilely struggles against Rowan’s hold, flinching away from the heat but unable to turn away, Rowan makes eye contact directly with Helena Sawyer. Helena stands on the outside of the ring, shaking her head in horror as she repeatedly mouths “no”. Rowan nods slowly, moving Pandora’s face ever so slightly closer to the flames.}Helena Sawyer: Don’t you dare… {Rowan laughs again, and shoves Pandora’s face into the waiting fire, causing the challenger to scream in horrified agony. However, the second her face is engulfed in flame, Helena whirls around and calls for the bell! As the bell rings, the fire dies out and Helena pulls Pandora from the apron to the outside as the latter clutches her face, Rowan laughing in the ring. The cage rises, and Alison Valance rushes in to talk to Helena.}Terri Morasco: What just happened??! Vasco Dias: Helena called the match? Is she… I mean, Pandora was conscious and she didn’t say she quit… Terri Morasco: As you said, she couldn’t have if she tired with Rowan’s hand locked in her jaw. {Alison Valance takes to the center of the ring, taking the championship belt from Helena who is helping Pandora as medical staff rushes to their side.}Alison Valance: The Special Guest Referee has determined that Pandora Freeman was rendered unable to defend herself, and has declared your winner… and STILL IWF Diamonds Champion… ROWAN MACDONNOUGH! Terri Morasco: Helena Sawyer just saved Pandora Freeman's life. Vasco Dias: I can't disagree, Terri. The Diamonds Champion has proven her dominance here at Freedom Fight Night, winning her first title defense and the first ever IWF Abyss Match. She will go on to stand against Helena Sawyer at Extreme Endurance. The question that everyone has to be wondering now, though, is... will Helena have what it takes to end the The Irish Nightmare's reign of terror? Terri Morasco: Who knows, Vasco? With The Pack at her side and the Abyss Match in her arsenal, Rowan MacDonnough is without a doubt one of the most threatening women to ever wear that belt. {Alison hands the belt to Rowan, who holds it triumphantly over her head as Red Stars by The Birthday Massacre plays. After a few moments, the flames shoot up high once again, high enough to block the ring from view. When the flames recede, Rowan and the belt are gone, leaving only a terrified Alison Valance alone in the ring with a wisp of red smoke.}----------------------------------------------------------
IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH
Special Guest Referee: Ryan Shane
Spike Kane vs Andrew Jacobsen
---------------------------------------------------------- {The crowd grow silent as the lights go out, monks chanting can be heard, as the chanting gets louder the stage area starts to fill with smoke. Suddenly, and abruptly as the drums and guitars kick in a pyro explodes around the stage.}“BROTHERS! MY BROTHERS! Is this all what we are? SISTERS! MY SISTERS! We’ve been crushed by the fists of GOD!!!” {On the word God another pyro explodes either side of the rampway as Spike Kane appears through the smoke, to a growing roar from the crowdt. He stands with his arms outstretched, fists balled up soaking in the reaction from the crowd. After a few seconds he simply heads right to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and standing right in the center of the ring, extending his arms once more, before the lights fade to normal and the music fades.}Vasco Dias: This is it! This is the match we have been waiting for! The God of Steel himself taking on the Unbreakable Imperial, Andrew Jacobsen for the IWF Imperial Championship right here on Freedom Fight Night live! Terri Morasco: Andrew Jacobsen has traveled the long road to the top, never wavering on his morals, always fighting for what he believes in and it lead Andrew Jacobsen to a victory in the Roulette, to a victory against Cable Arcane and to two consecutive victories against Jake Conway! Vasco Dias: Spike Kane on the other hand blazed his own trail through out professional wrestling and has forged his legacy in steel! Tonight is Spike Kane’s chance to once again stand atop the IWF mountain and this time do it with nothing but his skill alone. Terri Morasco: Supposedly Spike Kane has turned over a new leaf but seeing is believing and a match against Andrew Jacobsen will go a long way to prove your words in the ears of the crowd! {The opening riff of "Unbreakable" plays, sending the crowd into a frenzy, and as the drums kick in Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp, Danielle Chase a step behind him. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side with a wide grin on his face. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, cracking his neck, and throws his arms out and head back as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him. Andrew and Danielle walk down the ramp, Andrew high-fiving fans as he goes, and he pulls himself up onto the apron, looking around at the fans with an infectious grin on his face. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves and talking with Danielle as he waits for the match to start.}Vasco Dias: I almost want to correct myself from earlier, Andrew Jacobsen isn’t just the Unbreakable Imperial, he’s the Unbreakable Underdog and tonight he furthers his legacy in a match against one of the true greats in our industry. Terri Morasco: I’ve never heard you so excited for an Andrew Jacobsen match before,Vasco? Vasco Dias: I’ve got a soft spot for pure wrestlers and a soft spot for Spike Kane and this match, on paper, promises to be one of the best matches in the history of the IWF. {Alison Valance steps into the middle of the ring as Spike Kane hops around and Andrew Jacobsen just clutches his championship.}Alison Valance: Tonight’s contest is scheduled for one fall! (ONE FALL!) And is for the IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!! To my left, he is the GOD OF STEEL!!!! SPIKE!!!! KANE!!! {The crowd is torn between cheers and boos as Spike Kane steps out of his corner with his arms crossed over into an X over his head.}Alison Valance: To my right… He is the 2017 Roulette winner… The Unbreakable Underdog… THE IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPION!!!! ANDREW!!! JACOBSEN!!!! {Jacobsen throws the Imperial Championship high over his head as the crowd roars for him.}Terri Morasco: The entire arena is shaking with anticipation! Vasco Dias: Who isn’t?? {Ryan Shane takes the Imperial Championship from Andrew and shows it to Spike Kane before handing it off to the bell ringer. Ryan Shane checks on both men then steps back and calls for the bell!}Terri Morasco: HERE WE GO!!! {The two men come out of the corner and go right for a tie up but Spike Kane quickly over powers Andrew and shoves him right to the mat.}Terri Morasco: Spike Kane establishing his dominance right off the bat. Vasco Dias: That is what the God of Steel does best! {Andrew just smiles as he gets back to his feet and gestures for Spike to try that again. The two men move right into another tie up and this time Andrew quickly moves out of it and to the back of Spike where he takes him down with a rear waist lock take down!}Terri Morasco: Spike has brute strength but Andrew is a wrestling savant! Vasco Dias: Spike needs to be on top of his game in there against the heir to a thousand holds! {Spike Kane sits up on the mat and claps as Andrew is on his feet asking Spike to bring it. Kane gets back to his feet and meets Andrew in the middle of the ring with another tie up. Andrew goes to move behind Spike but this time Kane moves to and gets behind Andrew and clocks him right in the back of the head with a hard elbow shot.}Terri Morasco: Kane going right back to that brute strength. Vasco Dias: Kane’s strikes aren’t pretty but they hurt like hell! {Kane doesn’t let up as Andrew stumbles forward and grabs Jacobsen with a release German suplex that dumps Andrew right on his neck and shoulder blades. Andrew tries to roll back to his feet but Kane is on him now with a running knee across the face.}Vasco Dias: The God of Steel is building up some momentum now! Terri Morasco: Andrew is in a bad spot and needs to create some space between him and Kane! {Spike sneers as he grabs Andrew viciously by the head and rips him up to his feet but Andrew fires off a discus chop that catches Spike by surprise and then Andrew grabs Kane around the waist and throws him over his shoulder with a release belly to belly suplex!!!}Terri Morasco: Jacobsen is not about to be shown up in the suplex division by Spike Kane! Vasco Dias: Andrew is too skilled not to get a lucky shot in here and there but Spike Kane is far too resilient to stay down. {Andrew marches toward Spike who is already trying to stand but Andrew grabs him in a pump handle position and dead lifts Spike off the mat and brings Kane crashing down with a back breaker over a single knee! Kane is down and Andrew goes for the cover but it’s a quick one count before Spike gets the shoulder right up. Andrew starts to run the numbers in his head then gets right up and looks for a sharpshooter but Spike Kane quickly escapes.}Terri Morasco: Andrew was looking for the sharpshooter there but Spike was able to get away. Vasco Dias: This match feels like it’s going to be a war of attrition. Terri Morasco: I think I’m going to have to agree with you, this match is going to be about who can out last the other. {Spike Kane is right back to his feet now and the two men stand about ten feet apart as the crowd cheers.}Vasco Dias: So far the Unbreakable Underdog and the God of Steel are evenly matched. Terri Morasco: It sure seems that way. {Spike suddenly lunges forward with a clothes line that Jacobsen ducks, Spike hits the ropesand comes back with a vicious spear as Jacobsen turns around and Kane plants him flat on his back. Spike pops right up and lets out a roar as Jacobsen rolls over on his hands and knees and starts to get up. Spike comes right at him and grips Jacobsen around his waist and dead lifts him off the mat and hits a second release German suplex!}Terri Morasco: Kane just demonstrating his power. Vasco Dias: And his viciousness! {Andrew is getting to his feet as Spike comes roaring in with a shoulder block that sends Andrew flying backward into the corner of the ring! Spike then chases him right in with a devastating Shining Wizard. Spike forcibly pulls Andrew out of the corner of the ring and then grabs him for a truly nasty looking release t bone suplex right into the corner of the ring!}Vasco Dias: JESUS! Terri Morasco: Spike Kane isn’t playing around tonight! Vasco Dias: Spike Kane doesn’t care how he wins as long as he wins! Terri Morasco: Which isn’t going to bode well for Andrew! {Spike Kane backs up and begins to line up his next shot as Andrew uses the ropes to stand up. Spike takes off full steam and charges Andrew looking for the Bloody Sunday Kick but just at the last second Andrew grabs the leg of Spike Kane and sends him crashing into the turnbuckles with a dragon screw!!!}Terri Morasco: What a reversal! {Spike tries to pull himself up but Andrew comes in with a shoulder thrust to the midsection followed by two, three, four more and Spike slumps against the turnbuckles. Andrew grabs Spike around the waist and turns him around before throwing Spike over his shoulder back first right into the turnbuckles!!! Andrew quickly grabs Spike by the legs and drags him out to the center of the ring and looks to lock in the sharpshooter but Kane is able to kick Andrew off and roll to the outside.}Terri Morasco: Andrew going right back to the midsection of Spike Kane! Vasco Dias: Jacobsen is targeting the midsection of Spike Kane which is smart and setting up for the sharpshooter but Spike Kane is the single toughest wrestler to have ever lived. Terri Morasco: It’s a risky game plan on Jacobsen’s part, hopefully it doesn’t backfire. {Andrew runs to the ropes and hops to the outside. Andrew comes up behind the standing Spike Kane who suddenly fires off a Pele kick on the outside!}Vasco Dias: Kane lured him in! Terri Morasco: Spike didn’t get this far in the industry without a brain in that skull. {Spike seems to have something devious in mind as he helps Jacobsen stand by the head. Spike grabs Jacobsen and launches him into the ring apron with a snap suplex that very clearly causes extreme pain in the body of Andrew Jacobsen as he lets out a shriek and falls to the arena floor.}Terri Morasco: The ring apron is the single hardest part of the ring and Spike Kane just used that to his advantage. Vasco Dias: Spike Kane is a genius inside that ring and sometimes it takes more than skill alone to get as far as Spike has. Terri Morasco: Kane certainly has the brains to back up the brawn. {Spike isn’t finished as he pulls Andrew up off the floor and throws him onto the ring apron. Spike steps up onto the apron and pulls Jacobsen to a standing position before tucking his head.}Terri Morasco: Kane can’t be thinking about the Wings of Liberty on the apron!? Vasco Dias: That wouldn’t just end the reign of Andrew Jacobsen, it would end his career! Terri Morasco: I’m afraid that’s the plan! {Spike goes to throw his weight but Andrew manages to break loose and instead connects with the Gordie Howie Special European upper cut!!! Spike is staggers and Andrew pulls him right into a release overhead belly to belly suplex right on the ring apron!!!}Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!!!! Vasco Dias: That was insane!!! {Spike rolls off the apron onto his feet but Andrew is right there and throws him back into the ring. Andrew follows Spike right in and grabs Kane for a half nelson backbreaker!!! Andrew is right up and goes for the Sharpshooter, this time Andrew is able to turn Spike over onto his belly but Kane knows exactly where he is in the ring and grabs the ropes.}Terri Morasco: That was insane! If Andrew had Spike a little closer to the center of the ring he may have this match won! Vasco Dias: Spike Kane is as close to a wrestling God as you can get and he isn’t about to give up on his Imperial Championship match! Terri Morasco: Spike Kane is a human and every human has their limits. Vasco Dias: Not Spike Kane! {Spike Kane uses the ropes to stand and Andrew comes running at him looking for a corner clothes line but Spike side steps Andrew and sends him into the corner. Andrew turns around into a snap Bloody Sunday kick from Spike Kane! Kane grabs the dazed Andrew and pulls him right into the Wings of Liberty!!! Andrew is down and Spike makes his first cover of the match. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}Terri Morasco: Andrew with the shoulder up! Vasco Dias: Just barely!!! Spike hits with the strength of ten men and every one his moves hurts more than any three of Andrew’s! Terri Morasco: That may be so but Andrew still got the shoulder up! {Spike pushes himself up to his feet and starts to beg Andrew to stand. Jacobsen seems a little out of it but he is trying to get up. Andrew turns and Spike connects with a toe kick and then looks for the Thunderstruck but Andrew blocks it and instead connects with a Russian leg sweep! Andrew tries to get right back to his feet but Kane is already there and hits Andrew with an enzigiri!}Terri Morasco: Jacobsen is having a hard time getting his momentum back! Vasco Dias: This is where the resiliency of Spike Kane comes into play! Terri Morasco: Spike Kane may just be a man forged in steel! {Jacobsen is dazed for the moment and Spike takes the opportunity to hit a knee lift to the midsection and tuck the head of Jacobsen. Spike Kane lets out a roar before lifting Andrew high up into the air and charging toward the corner before releasing Andrew with a turnbuckle power bomb!!!! Andrew’s head snaps violently back before he staggers right into a high angle twisting spine buster!!!}Vasco Dias: Jacobsen is all but down for the count here! Terri Morasco: Spike Kane is certainly looking to wrap this match up. Vasco Dias: It looks like we are about to have a new Imperial Champion! {Spike Kane heads to the corner of the ring and steps out onto the apron.}Terri Morasco: Where is Kane going!? Vasco Dias: Looks like the top rope! {Spike climbs up the ropes and stands on the top as the crowd cheers. Spike throws out a crotch chop to a crowd pop and then leaps off with the Burning Star but ANDREW GETS HIS KNEES UP!!!! Spike crashes and burns right onto the knees of Andrew Jacobsen!!! Spike rolls off in pain and Andrew moves as quick as he can and wraps Spike up into the Sharpshooter in the center of the ring!!!}Terri Morasco: Andrew blocked the Burning Star and now has Spike in the center of the ring with the Sharpshooter! Vasco Dias: Andrew has been working over the midsection of Kane all match! Terri Morasco: Exactly why this move is extra painful for Kane! Vasco Dias: I still don’t see Spike giving up. {Spike is in a serious amount of pain but he is not ready to give up as he starts to claw the mat and inch by inch he pulls himself across the ring with the full weight of Andrew Jacobsen on his back. Eventually Spike reaches the ropes and grabs with both hands causing the Ryan Shane to break the hold!}Vasco Dias: That was much closer than I’m sure Spike is comfortable with! Terri Morasco: But it goes to show how determined Spike is to win. He essentially powered his way out of the Sharpshooter. Vasco Dias: Something Andrew needs to be more mindful of if he gets the chance to lock it in again! {Spike Kane is using the ropes to stand but Andrew isn’t about to back down as he’s right behind Spike and connects with a German suplex on the God of Xtreme! Andrews rolls through and pulls Spike up for another German suplex!!! Spike is in visible pain as Andrew rolls through and pulls him up for the third German suplex in the Hat Trick! Jacobsen rolls through again and pulls Spike up to his feet but this time Andrew turns Spike around and drills him with the COLD SNAP!!!}Terri Morasco: That has to be it for Spike Kane! Vasco Dias: I don’t believe it! I’ve never seen Spike Kane in trouble like this! Terri Morasco: Andrew Jacobsen is an exceptional wrestler and this match proves it! {Andrew Jacobsen grabs the legs of Spike Kane and spins him over into the Sharpshooter again but Spike almost immediately out of instinct alone grabs the ropes which were seemingly out of arms reach!}Terri Morasco: Spike broke up the Sharpshooter again but how much longer can he fight this off!? Vasco Dias: As long as he needs to because Spike Kane is just that good! Terri Morasco: Even a God of Steel can be broken down! Vasco Dias: No! Not in a big match situation like this! Spike Kane will find a way! {Andrew is on his feet and Spike Kane is trying to stand. Andrew marches over and grabs Spike who suddenly kicks Andrew in the gut and then connects with the Tunderstruck!}Terri Morasco: THUNDERSTRUCK!!!! {Andrew flips head over heels and lays flat on his back but Spike Kane seems to be in a lot of pain and can’t quite capitalize on this opening.}Vasco Dias: Come on Spike! You’re a goddamn hall of famer!!!! Terri Morasco: Spike just doesn’t have enough left in him to make the cover! Vasco Dias: NO! Spike has more reserves than any man in professional wrestling history! Terri Morasco: Perhaps Spike has met his match!? Vasco Dias: NO! Not tonight! {Eventually Spike rolls over and starts to claw his way toward Andrew.Spike throws his arm over the chest of Andrew Jacobsen in a half cover that the Ryan Shane drops to count for. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}Terri Morasco: Too little too late to put the Imperial Champion down! Vasco Dias: The Unbreakable Underdog keeps finding a way to fight back! Terri Morasco: That has been the career of Andrew Jacobsen! {Ryan Shane is looking over both men with a sick joy as they both lay on the mat for several long minutes.}Vasco Dias: This is unbelievable! Terri Morasco: Andrew and Spike have been hitting each other with everything they have! Vasco Dias: But when is enough enough!? Terri Morasco: It’s a war of attrition Vasco! {Spike Kane is the first to find his way back to his feet. Andrew Jacobsen is right behind him. Andrew grabs Spike and looks for an arm drag but Spike is able to reverse it and pulls Andrew right up and into the air for the Spike Impaler!!! However Andrew is able to throw his weight and land behind Spike Kane! Kane turns right into a kick to the gut and the ICEBREAKER!!!!}Terri Morasco: ICERBREAKER!!!! Vasco Dias: Right in the center of the ring! Terri Morasco: This could be it if Andrew can lock in the Sharpshooter! Vasco Dias: There is no way Spike Kane taps out! {Andrew Jacobsen immediately grabs the legs of Spike Kane as the crowd roars. Andrew steps through and twists Spike over onto his belly into the Sharpshooter!}Terri Morasco: Andrew has Spike dead center in the ring! {Shane checks on Spike who us refusing to give up!}Vasco Dias: Spike Kane is the most resilient man in wrestling! He can escape this! Terri Morasco: I’m not sure! Andrew has worked over the back and mid section of Spike all match long! Vasco Dias: I refuse to believe it’s a possibility! {Andrew wrenches on Spike as Ryan checks on Kane again but Spike isn’t tapping. Spike starts to claw his way toward the ropes.}Terri Morasco: Could Spike power out of this again!? Vasco Dias: He absolutely can! {Andrew pulls back and drags Spike back to the middle of the ring and proceeds to sit further down on the back of Spike twisting him in half even further as Kane screams!}Terri Morasco: I don’t think there is any escape for Spike Kane! Vasco Dias: NO! Spike can do this! {Spike writhes on the mat and grips his face as Andrew just keeps torqueing him.}Vasco Dias: Power out Spike! Terri Morasco: I’m not sure Spike has enough left! Vasco Dias: I don’t believe this!!! {Spike is absolutely trapped and he is screaming in pain as Andrew is screaming in potential victory. Ryan Shane asks Spike again if he is going to tap. Spike shakes his head his hand shakes over the mat but finally after nearly two minutes in the Sharpshooter Spike taps the mat!!! Andrew collapses forward as Ryan Shane calls for the bell!!!}Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!!! Vasco Dias: NO WAY!!! {Spike is face down on the mat and he looks a little disappointed in himself while Andrew looks absolutely stunned.}Alison Valance: Your winner…. AND STILL IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPION!!!ANDREW!!! JACOBSEN!!!! {Ryan Shane grabs the Imperial Championship from the time keeper and helps Andrew to his feet who still can’t quite believe it.}Terri Morasco: I’m not sure if this an upset but it is definitely a surprise! Vasco Dias: I wouldn’t have picked Andrew to win this match but I’m not surprised either. Jacobsen has reached a different level! {Spike is distraught but before Andrew has his hand raised he walks over to where Kane is pulling himself up on the ropes and turns him around.}Terri Morasco: What’s going on here? Vasco Dias: I’m not sure. {Andrew grabs Spike’s hand and the two men shake as Spike pulls Andrew in and whispers in his ear all while Ryan Shane watches, still holding the Imperial Championship.}Terri Morasco: I think the most interesting part of this match is the fact Ryan Shane played right down the middle. Vasco Dias: I’m actually pretty surprised Ryan Shane didn’t take this match as an opportunity to establish his dominance. Terri Morasco: Maybe Shane understood how important this match was to both men. Vasco Dias: Or maybe Shane was happy to see these two men beat the hell out of each other before he faced the winner? {After the hand shake Spike Kane drops down and rolls out of the ring still clearly nursing his back. Andrew turns back to Ryan Shane who offers Andrew his Imperial Championship. Andrew mouths that he appreciates the job he’s done and steps forward. Shane however suddenly lunges forward and slams the Imperial title right into the face of Andrew Jacobsen!}Terri Morasco: That son of a bitch! Vasco Dias: Here we go! Ryan Shane adding insult to injury! Terri Morasco: Andrew Jacobsen just fought through a grueling match! Vasco Dias: Which makes him ripe for destruction! {Andrew is down and Shane doesn’t look done yet. Spike Kane looks back into the ring and almost shrugs it off and starts to walk away. Ryan Shane pulls Andrew up and Spike looks back as Shane hits Andrew with the Imperial title again!}Terri Morasco: Jesus!Somebody stop this! {Spike Kane suddenly explodes with energy and charges back to the ring!}Vasco Dias: Spike Kane is coming to the rescue of Andrew Jacobsen!? Terri Morasco: Maybe Spike has turned over a new leaf!? {Spike slides into the ring but Ryan is ready for Spike and connects with the SHANING WIZARD!!!! Kane is down and Shane takes the opportunity to put Spike into the CRYING SHANE as he screams at Andrew who is still laid out!}Terri Morasco: Ryan Shane has reached a new level of evil! Vasco Dias: Ryan Shane is asserting himself as the alpha male in IWF! Terri Morasco: By attacking these two athletes after a grueling match! Vasco Dias: That’s how the game is planned! {Eventually Ryan Shane releases the hold and scoops up the Imperial Championship.}Terri Morasco: I hope Shane is proud of himself. Vasco Dias: I bet he is. Ryan Shane just leveled the two top guys in IWF within a single minute. {Ryan Shane holds the Imperial Championship up over his head with both hands as his music plays.} |
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